Date: Thu, 27 Jun 2019 14:56:00 +0200
From: Sasha Steele <sashasteele2@mail.com>
Subject: The Transthespian Part One

The Transthespian Part One
By Sasha Steele

    In college Ellis was considered a bit of genius when it came to
electronics. Now look at him, nothing more than a tech who fixes broken
systems. The standing joke for the company that Ellis worked for was, if
you need help call ASS (Advances Systems Specialists).

   That's what Ellis felt like. An ass. Oh well the pay was good and he got
to travel all over the place. The travel part Ellis didn't mind at all. A
week here, two weeks there, a few weeks home time in between if you wanted
it. Ellis didn't. He liked being on the road ever since his ex buggered off
on him a year ago.

   Being on the road a lot takes its toll though. Ellis drank too much. He
was a bit overweight. And although just in his early thirties his hair was
already beginning to thin. On top of that Ellis hadn't had sex in over a
year. He didn't use hookers. And strippers and surfing porn had grown old.

   Ellis was sitting in the office they had provided for him. He was
leaning back in his chair with his hands clasped behind his head thinking
while he waited for the system to reboot. Through the open door Ellis
watched as the people on the staff of this busy office hurried by. The
good, the bad and the ugly as he thought of them in the many offices he'd
worked in.

   "Is it back up yet?" Mary asked as she came in. Mary was a plain looking
heavy set woman in her fifties the office had assigned to assist Ellis.

   "Be another ten minutes," Ellis told her. He wasn't looking at Mary but
instead staring past her to the open door. Looking at the back of a staff
member dressed in grey slacks, a loose blue shirt with the sleeves rolled
up and blond hair tied back in some sort of weird knot. Ellis had seen this
same person pass by his door several times already. "Can't tell if that's a
boy or a girl," Ellis said.

   Mary looked out. "Oh, Taylor. He's gay. We're a bit envious of
Taylor. He's prettier, has nicer hair and a better body than some of us
girls." Mary said. Then laughed.

   Ellis took another look. The slacks that Taylor had on fit tight in the
rear but were baggy in the legs making his round butt stick out
provocatively. Christ, Ellis thought. He'd not been laid in so long that
even this gay fem-boy looked good.

   "Taylor keeps his hair long like that because he belongs to an amiteur
theater group that entertains in one of the gay clubs down town, the
Peecock I believe it is.  He's a nice enough boy though," Mary said.

   "Oh. So he's a drag queen then," Ellis said.

   "Heaven's no. Taylor hates being called that," Mary told Ellis. "Taylor
prefers to call himself a Transthepian, which he says means a transvestite
theatrical entertainer or something like that."

    Later that same day Mary and Ellis happened to be in the cafeteria
getting coffee when Taylor came in for the same purpose. "Hello Mary," he
said. Mary smiled and said "hello." And Ellis could see that she liked him
even though he was gay. "This is Ellis," she said introducing him. "Here to
get our new system up and running."

   Taylor offered his hand and Ellis shook it. Taylor's grip wasn't as weak
as what Ellis imagined it would be. They both said hello.

   Taylor was in his early twenties and working his way through
college. The company had hired him for a temporary position because with
the growing acceptance of gays and transvestites they wanted to appear more
progressive on the world market. And so had plucked Taylor's shapely ass
down in the main office of their corporate headquarters.

   Holy fuck, Ellis thought looking at Taylor, he really is prettier than
some of the women here. Taylor's green eyes were particularly striking
below contoured eyebrows. His lips were full. His nose elegant. He had a
big smile and perfect teeth. And although Taylor had made no attempt to
appear feminine, he did anyway.

   His voice too, Ellis thought as Taylor chatted with Mary, was not
masculine. Not feminine either. But more a mixture of the two. And the way
he articulated his words made Ellis think that Taylor sounded
sophisticated. He tried not to dwell on it.

   Yet try as he might every time Taylor passed by Ellis found himself
looking at him. Curiousity? Maybe. Ellis was afterall definately not
gay. But mere curiousity didn't fully explain why after supper and a few
drinks Ellis found himself standing outside of the Peecock Club looking at
the billboard that advertised coming events.

   The ameteur theater group performed every Thursday. It was billed as
theatrical shorts with no nudity but suggested sexuality. Ellis read it
twice before he realized that he had an erection. Fuck, he thought as he
looked around. Then he crossed the street and caught a cab to his
hotel. That Ellis jerked off that night had nothing to do with it. Right?

   Next day Taylor was dressed in different pants and shirt than the day
before. Ellis tried not to look at him. The few times that he did though
Ellis noticed that Taylor's hair was in the same weird knot. And he thought
that Taylor's butt looked good in these pants too. And that the green shirt
he wore looked suspiciously like a blouse.

   Ellis fought it but after he had super and a few drinks there he was
back at the Peecock. This time though, he went inside. And I must say that
Ellis was taken by surprise. He hadn't really known what to expect. A dingy
strip bar perhaps. But the Peecock Club was nothing like that.

   The Peecock was well lit and definitely upscale. Like one of those
theater bars he'd seen in the arts district of some larger cities. The
decor was elegant. The large bar had a classy flair to it. The tables were
equipped with stylish chairs arranged around a large central stage. The
patrons were all well dressed and half of them were women. At least Ellis
thought they were women.

   Ellis went to the bar. It was packed. And there was no indication that
any of the people at it were gay. Good looking waitresses in cocktail
dresses worked the tables as well as the bar. It wasn't until a sexy
brunette behind the bar asked Ellis his order that he had any doubts. It
was the voice that gave her, or rather him, away.

   The lights dimmed for the show, which the announcer described as local
amiteur theatrical acts with a soft pornographic flair geared toward a gay
aidience. They were shorts, no more than ten to fifteen minutes or so
each. Taylor's act was the third up.

   It opened with a massively muscled bodybuilder in a pink thong at center
stage flexing his muscles as he gracefully shifted from pose to pose to a
background of ballet music. Then a ballerina entered from the wings and did
a series of twirling manejes to close the distance between them.

   The shapely ballerina was wearing white tights and pink leotard top and
tutu. Her blond hair was in a tight bun with a sparkling tiara. She wore
heavy makeup and looked quite beautiful. And Ellis realized that the
ballerina was Taylor.

   The bodybuilder took the ballerina by the hand and circled turning him
while Taylor held an attitude pose balanced on one foot with the other held
up behind him. And Ellis found himself looking to see if the bulge of
Taylor's genitals was visible in his tights below the tutu. Ellis saw a
large bulge and felt his cock stiffen.

   The dance partners broke into a fast paced Allegro and chasse as they
moved around the stage. They stopped and the bodybuilder lifted Taylor and
held him overhead in a one handed pose. He set Taylor down and the
ballerina did a pirouette into him. Ellis nearly choked on his drink when
he saw that an erection had formed in the bodybuilder's pink thong.

  Taylor turned his back and his partner who pressed his hard cock into the
cleft between Taylor's round butt cheeks were his tights sank deep between
them. The bodybuilder's big round muscle butt flexed as he undulated his
hips. He reached around Taylor and lifted up his frilly tutu to expose the
erection that had formed in the ballerina's tights.

   Ellis nearly came in his pants. Taylor's erect cock was larger than his
dance partner's. And it was half again larger than Ellis's six
incher. Still holding the tutu out of the way the bodybuilder gripped
Taylor's hard cock and slowly dragged his hand back and forth along
it. Taylor's head rocked back against him as he moaned.

   They turned to face one another. Held each other with their hard cocks
pressed together in a display of frottage play. They assumed a dance pose
and slowly twirled towards the side of the stage. Then the curtain came
down leaving poor Ellis sitting at the bar with a throbbing hard-on.

   Was he self conscious about it? I mean sitting there with a boner in a
gay bar. Damn right he was. So Ellis decided he'd better sit there awhile
til it went away. And so was pretty tipsy by the time he walked out to grab
a cab back to his hotel.

   He had just exited when he was accosted by a thug demanding his
wallet. Ellis tried to push past him but the thug punched him hard in the
guts. Ellis sank to his knees. He was no fighter and so was about to give
up his wallet when he heard someone shout. "Hey, asshole!"

   Most times Taylor carried a pocketbook size purse on a short shoulder
strap. He kept acouple rolls of quarters tucked away in the bottom of
it. The little purse made a handy weapon. And the thug turned just in time
to catch it across his face. He went down on his ass. Saw Taylor with the
big muscle guy behind him and beat a hasty retreat.

   Taylor had removed his heavy ballerina makeup. His long blond hair was
pulled back in a simple ponytail. He was wearing a loose white tee-shirt
and tight blue jeans with that distressed look. And Taylor had open toe
sandals with modest heels on his feet.

   They helped Ellis to his feet. "You alright?" Taylor asked. Ellis
wasn't. He was drunk and felt like he was going to pass out. "I better get
him home," Taylor said.

   "You know this guy?" Asked the muscleman.

   "Works at our place," Taylor told him.

   They helped Ellis into Taylor's beat up Mazda and Taylor drove him to
his hotel. "Sure you're okay?" Taylor asked. Ellis said he was and got
out. "See you tomorrow," he said and stumbled into his hotel.

   Next morning Ellis caught Taylor in the corridor. "Thanks for helping me
out last night," he said. "Guess I was pretty drunk."

   "You sure were," Taylor said. Then asked. "Did you enjoy the show last
night?"

   Ellis hesitated a moment. Then he said somewhat reluctantly, "I went
there to see you."

   Taylor looked at him curiously. "Hope you weren't disappointed," he
said.

   "I wasn't. You were great, Ellis said. "Is that muscle guy your
boyfriend?"

   "No. Kiel is just my dance partner."

    "Oh," Ellis said. Then added, "look, I'd like to somehow repay you for
all your help if I could."

  "Well," said Taylor, "if you insist you can take me out for supper
tonight. I'll meet you at the bar in the lobby of your hotel around seven
and we can cab it from there."

   Ellis decided not to wear a tie leaving the top button of his blue dress
shirt open. He wore black shoes and a grey suit with the jacket
undone. There were a few small groups of people at the lobby bar when Ellis
got there, and one lone woman.

   The woman looked rather sexy from the back Ellis thought as he
approached. She had on a short black cocktail dress that fit snug to her
shapely figure. She wore black stockings and stelletos. Her long blond hair
hung to mid back in loose ringlet curls.

   She turned and Ellis saw that her pretty face was made up with a sultry
appeal. Heavy dark eye makeup, ruby red lipstick. Her long fingernails
painted the same ruby red color. Ellis recognized her. It was Taylor.

   "Hello Taylor," he said. "You look beautiful."

   Taylor smiled. "Thank-you," he said. "I thought you'd feel more
comfortable with me dressed this way."

   They ate at an upscale restaurant downtown. Had cocktails at the bar
afterward. And more drinks in the lobby bar of Ellis's hotel. Ellis was
half cut before Taylor suggested that they go up to his suite.

    Once inside Ellis poured them another drink while Taylor freshened
himself up in the bathroom. When he came out Ellis offered one of drinks he
was holding. But Taylor took both and placed them on the dresser. Then he
embraced Ellis and kissed him deeply. Ellis felt the growing bulge in
Taylor's tight dress press against his own hardening cock.

   Taylor drew Ellis's suit coat from his shoulders and unbuttoned his
shirt. His hands went down to the soft launch overhanging Ellis's
belt. Taylor undid his belt buckle and worked the latch and zipper of his
pants. Ellis's cock was in full erection now. He was pudy in this beautiful
transvestite's hands.

   Taylor sank down into a squatted position. He pulled Ellis's pants down
past his knees. Ellis was wearing black silk underpants. His hard six inch
cock formed a tent in the front of them. Taylor claspt his teeth lightly on
it. Ellis moaned. Taylor then abruptly pulled Ellis's underpants down to
his knees and stood back up.

    Taylor took hold of Ellis's naked erection as he kissed him. He then
backed away a paçe and Ellis saw the bulge of Taylor's hard cock in the
stretchy material of his short cocktail dress. Taylor pulled up his dress
to reveal a nine inch long erection that stretched the penal pouch of his
black panties straight out in front of the pretty lace tops of his
stockings.

    Ellis appeared mesmerized as Taylor withdrew it from his panties and
gently stroked it. Again they embraced. This time with their hard naked
cocks undulating against one another. Again Taylor sank into a sguated
position. Taylor took hold of Ellis's hard-on, working it with one hand
while he worked his own with the other.

   Then Taylor took Ellis's cock into his mouth and began to blow
him. Ellis's hairy bag bounced off Taylor's chin as his head bobbed back
and forth while sucking Ellis's cock. He could smell Ellis's musk as his
nose bumped up against his soft hairy pubis mound. Taylor was an expert at
sucking cocks.

   Ellis put his hands on Taylor's head. He groaned with the pleasure of
having his cock sucked. His hips began to move. Gradually their undulations
became faster and more powerful until they were frenzied. He was going
cum. Taylor must have know that if he didn't soon stop blowing him that
Ellis would cum in his mouth. Taylor didn't stop.

    Ellis clasped Taylor's head tighter. Now he was fucking Taylor's
mouth. He groaned loudly. "I'm gonna cum," he stammered excitedly. He
pulled Taylor hard to him. "I'm gonna cum!" Pressed his cock deep into
Taylor's throat. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Ellis cried out as he came in Taylor's
mouth.

   Taylor loved the sweet taste of cum. He swallowed all Ellis had to give
then licked his cock clean. Taylor stood. His cock head was crimson red as
he madly stroked it. About to cum he took hold of Ellis's shoulder with his
free hand and brought his cock to Ellis's crotch.

   The look of destress on Taylor's beautiful face, the way he sucked air
in through his clenched teeth and the way he was feverishly masturbating
his big hard cock made Ellis's own cock grow hard again. Taylor closed his
eyes, tilted his head back, opened his mouth and with deep desperate moan
shot his load all over Ellis's genitals.

   Taylor kissed him then removed himself to the bathroom leaving Ellis
alone. Ellis thought he tasted something in Taylor's kiss that wasn't there
before and wondered if it was cum. He scooped up some Taylor's sticky white
cum from his pubis with a finger. Tasted it. The taste wasn't at all
bad. Ellis tried some more and was half shocked that he actually liked the
taste of cum.

   Taylor came out of the bathroom. He'd fixed himself up. The bulge in his
stretchy dress was gone and Taylor looked all woman again. "Give me your
phone," he said. Ellis handed it over and Taylor worked the buttons. "Text
me if you want to carry this further," he said. Then Taylor kissed Ellis
and left.

End of Part One