Carl to Carla

Note:I didn’t write this.

“Yea I thought the singing was OK but I don’t really go for that style too much”

“And the girls?” Brian prompted me.

“Oh come on Brian leave him alone we all know he’s not really interested in girls.”

“Give him a chance, people can change! Perhaps Carl’s developing an eye for them now eh Carl?? I mean they weren’t bad looking. So, apart from their style what did you think of them?”

I was together with Mike and Bryan and a number amongst many of my old school friends. The local pub had got in this group of country style singers.

I think in sexual relations it is sometimes hard to define the difference between consent and coercion. The reader will have no doubt that in the events which follow I was not always in full consent to what was happening, but I say this most passionately; if I had not been pushed that evening I may never have discovered my true self, sexuality and gender. It was the turning point of my life. I now know my body needed what was done to me even if I didn’t realise it at the time.

So back to the events that evening. I had developed a knack of turning their teasing about my effeminate physique into light hearted banter but they never got tired of it and that evening they had pestered me to go out with them although I had planned to stay home.

“I sort of … Yea they were OK.” I replied then trying to be more forthcoming I added, “They almost seemed a bit masculine somehow!”

“‘Takes one to spot one’ that’s what they say!” interrupted Jamie who had been facing the other way sipping his beer.

“What do you mean?” I protested. “I’m not a girl! OK I don’t have big muscles and hulking great shoulders like you but surely I’m still male!”

Jamie leant over towards me and said in a low voice. “And so are they!!”

“Jamie that beer’s going to your head!” said Bryan. “I’d fuck that lot any time, even the fat one!”

“Well you’d be fucking ass-holes and not cunts cos they’ve all got cocks.” They looked at him in disbelieve. “No I’m telling you it’s true! A mate of mine dated one a couple of months back and got a hell of a surprise!”

“Well whatever the case I’m not female or she-male.” I said half hoping to prolong this line of conversation.

“Aren’t you now? But you might get fucked like one!” said Jamie looking me squarely in the eye.

In all the years none of them had ever done or even suggested anything like that to me. The ‘in’ rule at school was homophobic so no one wanted to be seen as gay. I had felt that many of them would like to have fucked me but were terrified of being discovered. I liked being teased about my looks and my body as it made me feel good but this time
I had gone very red in the face and I noticed the others were all looking at me intently. I found myself getting thrilled by what Jamie had said. Then I began to wonder if he had really said it. So when the conversation veered away I felt disappointed.

“So who’s going to prove it?” said Mike to Jamie amid a lot of laughter.

“I don’t believe it. If that was true it would be common knowledge” said Bryan.

“Better follow them when they go to the toilets!” suggested Nick, who had just joined our circle.

“If you’d been reading your tabloids mate, you’d know there’s been a hell of a lot of speculation about them. They say they’re all feminist fanatics too. Nobody had heard of them a couple of months ago and this has helped them get publicity.”

“Yea well that’s what it is then, just a publicity rumour. Till they get found out.”

“Now’s the time then! They’re staying up at the Guest House. Who’s going to play detective?”

I had kept very quiet since my earlier protests. But I leapt at this challenge perhaps because of a desperation to draw attention to myself. So was already thinking hard about how to get in there and take some pics. I could prove myself to the others. The more I thought about it the more I was gripped with the idea.

It was a wet night so I had the added cover of a raincoat. My digital camera was safely in my pocket. I thought how fantastic it would be to get a good full frontal shot of one of them.

The first stage was to get into the guesthouse un-noticed. I had been there before and I knew the interior roughly. I also knew that they did not have en-suite facilities in every room so I guessed some of them would have to make use of the communal bathroom.

I had made an excuse and slipped away from the pub early so I knew I had a little time before the group got back to their rooms. I was ready with excuses as to why I was there but fortunately there seemed to be no-one around. I went up the stairs with a feeling of gathering excitement and wary of any sounds around me.

I was half way up when suddenly a door opened in the corridor below. It was out of sight so I hurried on up and across the landing to what I thought was the bathroom.

I was right but it was smaller than I expected. Where was I going to hide? There was no easy cupboard. There were only shelves and I didn’t fancy trying to conceal myself on one in amongst the towels. What if she went to choose a new towel?

Then I noticed an extra curtain next to the shower. It covered a little recess, which housed some cleaning materials. I went in, pulled the curtain across and realised that my feet and ankles were still easily visible below the curtain so I stood on a plastic bucket. Luckily I am quite light!

About half an hour later I heard voices at first far away downstairs then getting nearer. They were laughing and giggling and sounded quite drunk. Soon their voices were very plain and near.

“Hey what did you tell them? How long have we got? Shit I’ve got to get showered before they get here.”

“Don’t worry Suzy they’ll fuck you anyway!” More shrieks and laughter.

Suddenly the door burst open. I froze as I stood on the bucket, but I could just see through a crack in the curtains. My heart was pounding. This was Mandy, a big girl, I recognized as the lead singer. In a second she flung off all her clothes in a heap on the floor and I could see her large brown body from behind. She had big female buttocks but then she turned to reveal a pair of large firm breasts then I almost gasped. I had caught sight of her cock. It was huge and massively erect! She must have been excited after the conversation on the stairs.

As well as trying to keep still I had to control my emotions, which were in turmoil. Her large body was very big and somehow intimidating. Her brown shoulders were so close to me now I could see every pore of her shiny brown skin. I felt really scared, she was twice my size and had a very determined air about her; not that manly feeling I had back at the pub, this time I stood there petrified and almost afraid to breath.

Presently she stepped into the shower cubicle right next to me and I got another good look at her cock and balls just before she drew the curtain. I remember thinking how big they were. But then I had not had much chance to see many erect penises apart from my own and this one was over twice my size!

Then a new fear gripped me. What if I was so scared about moving that she left before I got a shot of her? That would be a disaster! So I got my camera all ready while there was plenty of noise coming from the shower.

She soon finished and the curtain was flung back as she threw out a long bare arm to grab a towel. I had to be very quick. My heart was thumping so hard I was afraid she would hear it.

I was just trying to work out which way she would turn and where to hold the camera when suddenly there she was facing me presenting a perfect full frontal view of the most fantastic set of male genitals you could imagine on a smooth curvaceous female body. She was too near to get a good shot of all of her but I managed to point the camera through a crack in the curtain at about the height of her genitals and carefully pressed the trigger.

The camera flashed! I had forgotten to turn it off. She screamed and came straight at me where I was standing. My only thought was to try to get away. I made a dash for the door but she had grabbed my clothing and was shouting abuse at me.

“You fucking filthy rotten bastard!! Come on hand it over!” She had hold of my camera now and my wrist with her other hand. This girl was strong and making a hell of a commotion.

Soon there were people outside hammering on the door and for some reason I pushed back the catch so it opened. I think in my panic I thought they might help me but it was the rest of them.

“He hid and tried to photo me! The fucking swine! You’re going pay for this you bastard! No one treats us like that and gets away with it! Get him in the room girls!”

Mandy and the other six transsexual girls were all over me now and I had no hope of getting away. I was bungled into one of the bedrooms and flung me on a bed.

Mandy had a wild expression on her face and flashing eyes. The excitement had caused her cock to soften a little but it still hung like a thick piece of hose.

“Right first things first; get that film out of the camera.”

“What do mean you can’t open it you dunce!” She shouted to Suzy who was trying desperately to do as she was told.

“It’s a digital one, you have to delete it,” I said trying to be helpful.

“You fucking shut your mouth or I’ll stuff it full. Yea delete it Suzy! Oh give it here then and I’ll do it!”

But Mandy was no more technically minded herself.

“If just give it me I’ll delete it for you,” I said.

“You fucking men you always know best. But you didn’t remember to turn off the flash! No you forgot that you plonker!” Did I detect her manner cooling off a little? I deleted the pic and showed her it was gone.

“It wasn’t much good anyway it was out of focus” I said

“Well we’re going to get a good close look at you and in sharp focus! Come on girls. Off with his pants!!”

Two of them pulled off my jeans and pants together as the others crowded to get a good look at me. I felt cool air about my privates and my bare bum.

“Not much of a man are you? No wonder you couldn’t get away from me. Your muscles are puny and your cock’s … well .. pathetic!!” They were all laughing now and Mandy was enjoying her moment of triumph.

“Turn him over, lets have a look at his ass.”

“Wow!! Now that’s quite something. Nice big and smooth, I like it.” She said running her hand over my buttocks. “You’re nearly one of us you know! All you need is a bit of a helping hand.”

There were several hands now all feeling my buttocks but Mandy was already exploring my crack. I felt her finger on my anus.

“Hey you’re all creamy here! Here! Feel this he’s all creamy!!” I felt several fingers exploring my ass-hole now and some were pushing their fingers up inside.

It was just something I always did after showering.