Date: Sat, 29 Feb 2020 02:46:24 +0100
From: Sasha Steele <sashasteele2@mail.com>
Subject: The Trans Olympiad

The Trans Olympiad
By Sasha Steele

His face was turned to the side. Eyes closed. A deep furl formed between
his eyebrows as though he were distressed. The side of his head was pressed
into the soft pillow. Through his open mouth he breathed an intermitted
sigh as his boyfriend fucked him.

Sandal wasn't exactly a paramour, as he was his rich boyfriend's only
lover. But he was a kept tranny who wanted for nothing. Sandal's boyfriend
Desmond pampered him. Indulged his every whim. And Sandal didn't need to
lift a finger. Maids and servants did everything for him.

Desmond had sucked Sandal's cock before commencing to fuck him. Sandal's
cock was not overly large. When fully erect, as it was right now, his cock
stretched the tape a meager four inches. Though it's thickness, with a
circumference of nearly six inches made it look substancial. Desmond could
take all of it into his mouth.

Desmond treated Sandal to exclusive clubs and restaurants. All the best
shows and gatherings. To his country estate and trips aboard his yacht. He
lavished Sandal with gifts of diamonds and jewelry. Kept him in the most
expensive designer dresses and elegant lingerie.

Sandal's body was completely hairless. His golden tanned skin smooth. His
bald scrotum was not very large, though it was extremely sensitive.
Desmond's tongue always paid a lot of attention to it. Particularly after
Sandal cums in his mouth. Which was every time he sucked Sandal's cock. And
Desmond sucked Sandal's cock a lot.

Sandal wasn't always a rich man's lover. That came about quite by accident
a few years back. Back then, though pretty young, Sandal was already a
has-been. He'd squandered all his money in self indulgence. He had no
income. No means of support. And no way by which to make money, except with
his body.

Sandall was a professional bodybuilder. A three time T-O winner. His last
Trans Olympiad title had been won two years prior to when he met Desmond
for the second time, when they had started going together. That T-O win
though was contraversial because Sandal had come into the contest smooth.
He'd put on too much weight in the off season and had trouble taking it all
off.

The first time though, that he met Desmond was a month or so after that
contriversial T-O win. It was just a chance meeting in passing at an
appreciation gala and dinner for Trans Olympia sponsors. Desmond was there
because one of the companies he owns was a major sponsor of the Trans
Olympiad. The company, (Mantee), makes dresses for transvestite men of
size. Demond hadn't stayed long.

Sandal's balls in his bald scrotum weren't the only thing that Desmond's
tongue payed attention to. Inevitably his wanton tongue always found its
way to his ass. And Sandal has a massive ass. On the Trans Olympiad's
posing platform it was always his big muscle butt poses that moved the
crowd to ovation, especially in the lingerie competition.

Before fucking him Desmond had opened Sandal's massive globe-like ass
cheeks and buried his face deep between them. His wet tongue licked the
soft pink tissue of Sandal's sphincter enticing it to open. It entered
Sandal's anal canal making him moan. And Desmond fucked Sandal with his
tongue until he begged for Desmond's cock inside him.

Sandal remembered the appreciation gala and dinner well. As the current T-O
title holder at the time he had to wear a Mantee dress. It was a pink tutu
style mini with an elegantly beaded and embroidered bodice. With it Sandal
wore glistening white tights that showcased his big shapely legs. And even
more so, his big sexy ass.

The tights looked as though they'd been painted on. The super stretchy
material sank deep into the crevice between his bum cheeks and in the
crease below the crescent overhang of each of those beautiful globes. When
flaccid Sandal's cock shrinks to a tiny bump no greater than its thick cock
head hidden under its foreskin. The fine details of that little bump and
his demere balls stood out in his tights.

The short ruffled skirt of his pink Mantee dress hid Sandal's little cock
better than it did his big round ass in those tights. Then, that's just the
way he liked it. After all, his fans expected it, that part of his anatomy
being favored by them. It seemed Sandal's big bubble butt got more
attention than anything else.

For the event his waist length platinum blond hair was pulled back in a
ponytail. His face was madeup sultry with pink gloss lipstick and dark eye
makeup. Just the right amount of jewelry, pink nail polish and six inch
pink heels with long winding straps made him feel sexy. Sandal thought he
looked hot, like some sort of voluptuous muscle bound ballerina.

Trouble was, lazy by nature and given to overindulging and self
gratification, with a bit of prize money in his purse Sandal had done
nothing but party since his T-O win. He'd put on weight and it wasn't
muscle weight. So he was forced to wear a corsetted girdle. And even then
could barely squeese his bulk into the pink Mantee mini dress.

The candence of Desmond's motions had escalated. He was moaning, just as
Sandal was moaning with his lover's cock undulating within his ass.
Desmond's cock is about the same thickness as Sandal's but more than two
and a half times its length. Pushed up Sandal's ass it stretches from his
anal opening through its canal and deep into his rectum.

Sandal could feel the hard shaft undulate against his prostrate gland.
Could feel the glans cock head nudge against the soft tissue at the apex of
his rectum with every fevered push that Desmond made. And he knew that very
soon Desmond would cum inside him.

At the T-O appreciation gala and dinner Sandal had played his sexy derier
to the cameras. He tried not to eat as his tight girdle was killing him.
And tried not to drink. Getting dressed for the occasion Sandal viewed
himself in the mirror before attempting to squirm into the little pink
dress.

Wearing just tights, the waist cinching girdle, shoes and an elegant white
brassiere with its soft flat pads against his massive pecs, Sandal had a
boner as he turned this way and that in front of the mirrors. His tights
were pulled up high on his waist with the corsetted girdle over top of
them. Taking a piss would be a problem.

And everything was going so well too. One drink wouldn't hurt. Or maybe
two. Sandal handled the peeing problem by straddling the toilet while
leaning on the tank cover and pissing through his tights. Dab them dry with
toilet tissue and no body knew. Right?

Desmond has fucked Sandal in every conceivable way. Naked. Clothed. In
private and in public. From behind with both standing, or just Desmond
standing and Sandal bent over. They've done it with Sandal sitting in
Desmond's lap facing and facing away. With Sandal straddling him on the
bed. With Sandal on his back, legs raised. From behind with Sandal on his
hands and knees. And with Sandle laying face down on the bed as he is now.

As many times as Desmond has fucked Sandal's big beautiful butt he has also
fucked his mouth. He has done it with Sandal on his knees. With Sandal
slumped back in a plush chair. Straddling him on the bed. Or with Sandal
laying on his back with his head over the edge of the bed.

Sometimes Sandal nearly chokes when Desmond gets excited just before he
cums in his mouth. But oh-my-god when he does cum. The wonderful warmth of
it filling Sandal's mouth. And the taste. Sandal loves the taste of cum and
holds it his mouth savering the taste before he swallows it.

For Sandal the gala and dinner party had declined rapidly after he got
drunk. And neither the muscle community nor social media were very kind. No
mention of how gorgeous Sandal looked in his Mantee tutu dress. No pictures
of his sexy ass. Just pics of him drinking and pigging out and captions
about his weight saying such things as: "Just a month out of the T-O and
already fat." or "How far will he let himself go this time?" or "Will
Sandal be able to reduce in time to defend his title?"

By the end of the evening the crotch of Sandal's white tights were totally
pee stained and he had to shit so bad he didn't know if he could hold it
long enough to get back to his hotel room. The hotel was some distance away
from the convention center. Once in the limo Sandal said fuck it and spent
the ride home pushing a hard turd into the seat of his tights.

Sandal stumbled into the hotel room and colpased face down on the bed still
fully clothed with the bulge of the big hard shit between his round butt
cheeks readily visible low in the seat of his white tights. He had to take
a piss again. Too fucked to bother getting up Sandal just laid there and
let his pee flow through his tights into the bedspread before he passed
out.

Desmond's hips made a slapping sound as they smacked against Sandal's huge
ass. He was fucking Sandal frantically now. Desmond's head was tilted back
with his brown hair hanging past his shoulders. His eyes were closed. His
mouth open. And he was groaning loudly as he was about to cum.

The skin of Desmond's face and body, like Sandals, is smooth and devoid of
hair. But unlike Sandal for whom this is a natural condition, Desmond paid
for expensive treatments to achieve it. And also, like Sandal, Desmond was
naked as they made love on the elegant bed with its gold posts hung with
white silk valences, Jacquard cornice, a plush white satin bed cover and
multitude of soft white satin pillows.

Desmond's body is trim and fit with hard rippling muscles from daily
workouts. Though no where near the freaky size of Sandal's muscles they are
nevertheless three times stronger. Sandal's muscles are merely cosmetic,
developed and maintained by countless repetitions pumping them up with tiny
little weights and tons of muscle enhancing drugs.

The second time they met was under odd circumstances. Sandal had squandered
his prize money and main stream endorsements for mass monster bodybuilders
like him are pretty much none existant. Sandal's best competition weight is
285 pounds. In the T-O he'd come in twenty pounds heavier. And eighteen
months later Sandal had put on another hundred and twenty pounds. He now
weighed a whopping 425 pounds!

Sandal was all but broke and had let himself get fat. With no other options
he had decided to try and get back into shape in order to make another run
at the Trans Olimpiad for the half mil in title money. But gyms, personal
trainers, a massuse, gear, food and muscle drugs, let alone his keep, costs
a lot of money. Sandal needed a sponsor.

And he had found one. Trouble was Sandal had to pay a large upfront fee
that drained him. But the house he got was unbelievable. Then there was a
great private gym. Trainer, massuse, food and gear allowance and the muscle
drugs he required. Sandal was in heaven until his first training session.

The drugs weren't right. All they did was make him piss. His trainer and
massuse didn't show. No allowance money arrived in his account. He couldn't
get hold of his sponsor. And for the last kick in his fat ass the house and
gym bellowed to another person. That person being none other than Desmond
who happened to be coming home from a long trip and stopped into his
private gym for a workout.

When Desmond walked in Sandal was sitting on an exercise bench. His workout
clothes consisted of a tight fitting black gym dress with a skinny black
belt and short skirt worn over a white sports bra and white tights. He had
on black lace-up training boots with chunky heels. His long blond hair was
in a braid tied up with a black ribbon bow. His hand was buried in his
crotch, as he had to pee.

Laying on the opulent white and gold bed in the extravagant mirror walled
and diamond chandelier hung bedroom where they were fucking, Desmond
stopped his motions. He pulled Sandal's big ass close to him and pressed
his cock as far as it could go inside Sandal's rectum. "I'm going cum,"
Desmond bawled out. "Oh fuck... Fuck!!!"

When Desmond had walked into the gym, Sandal, thinking it was his trainer
blurted out, "it's about fucking time you got here!" Then as he came to the
realization that he'd been swindled out of his money by some con artist,
Sandal's eyes welled with tears.

Between Sandal's sobs Desmond had got the whole story. And when Sandal
finished crying it his anger flared. The muscle drugs he'd been given were
lined up on the bench beside him like a pharmaceutical display. Sandal
swept them to the floor. In spite of having his hand pressed tight in his
crotch a few squirts of piss had escaped into his tights wetting them. "All
these fucking pills do is make me piss!" he had blurted.

What Sandal didn't realize in his time of crisis was that the moment
Desmond had layed eyes on the beautiful obese bodybuilder in his gym, he
was smitten. He knelt down placing his hands on Sandal's massive thighs and
gently spread them. "It's okay," Desmond had said. "Go ahead and pee."

And Sandal did. Sandal didn't know why he did it, but he just sat there
while Desmond held his big thighs apart and let his pee flow. And the
release felt absolutely wonderful. Desmond took him in the back to change
and when Sadal told him how having his bum massaged totally relaxed him
Desmond offered his services.

Sandal lounged dreamily while Desmond massaged him. And with such attentive
hands on his big butt Sandal got an erection. Turning over to have his
inner thighs worked Desmond's hand found Sandal's hard cock. Then his lips
found it and that led to the first time Desmond had sucked and fucked him.

Then Desmond persuaded Sandal to lay off his diet and training for little
while. He took him to a swanky restaurant where Sandal, who was starving
because he had been trying to loose weight for the past couple weeks, made
an absolute pig of himself. Desmond talked Sandal into a second piece of
cake. Even fed him the last few forks full and Sandal greadily ate it even
though he was already stuffed.

That was the start of their relationship and they've been together now for
over three years. Desmond took over care of Sandal. Gave him everything he
could ever want and Sandal never looked back. His days as bodybuilder, with
the long mindless workouts, the grueling diets and devistating drugs were
over. And Sandal was glad for it.

Desmond cried out as he came hard in his lover's ass. Sandal felt the jets
of his hot cum explode against the sensitive tissues of his inner rectum
and he too cried out. Desmond came again and again until he was spent. Then
collapsed onto the back of the sensuous 700 pound behemoth who lay beneath
him. He pressed his face into the soft thick flesh of Sandal's massive back
and kissed him.

They were to dine at the an upscale night club later and Desmond had bought
Sandal a new dress for the occasion. The short black dinner dress was
taylored exclusive for him. Sandal would look super sexy in it. He'd wear
six inch black patent stilettos heels. With ruby red lipstick and nail
polish, heavy dark eye makeup, his hair in loose curls, black panties,
brassiere and stalkings and diamonds, lots of diamonds, big beautiful
Sandal would be sensational.

Sandal stood naked before his mirror while maids prepared his bath. His
long platinum blond hair hung down to the shelf of his gigantic ass. He
felt his belly. It was massive. Soft on the outside but solid underneath.
Sandal felt the weight of his belly as he opened his stance to the huge fat
pubis mound below it. His little cock was hidden in the cave of that fat
mound.

Sandal placed one hand against the mirror and flicked his hair back over a
hulking shoulder with the other. He liked the feel of his hot pee on his
flesh when it coursed through the cave's opening. Sandal squared his lips
and drew air through his teeth making a low hissing sound while he watched
in the mirror the heavy stream of pee as it surged to the floor below him.

The end