“Are you going to get it over with then?” Oliver muttered under his breath so only his friend could hear. “Are you going to kiss me?” Tom was inches from his face though neither boy could bring themselves to meet each other's gaze. Oliver had one hand intertwined with the blonde hair of Tom's wig and the other gripped the red solo cup of Dutch courage the girls had charitably provided.
“Why do I have to lead?” Tom grumbled, biting his red painted lips nervously. “You got us into this mess with all that 'odds are in our favour' nonsense.” Like his buddy he was still coming terms with being stuffed into a strappy top and hideously short skirt that showed off the lace panties he was now wearing.
“Well, you haven't hooked up since we started college either. I was just trying to get us some action. I saw a bar full of girls dressed to the nines looking all flirty and thought it looked like a good shot.” He wanted to take another slug of the vodka but felt trapped in place by Tom's hot breath on his cheek. “How was I supposed to know it was a lesbian party?”
“Because they were coupling up all over the place. There were two girls rubbing each other off in a paddling pool. Couldn't you have just enjoyed the view rather than shouting – 'Are you all lesbos or something?' Now thanks to you, we are going to hook up at college – with each other.”
“Do you guys do anything but chitchat?” One of the girls from the group encircling them heckled. “And you wonder why we prefer women...” There was a rumble of female laughter. There was about sixty girls surrounding them in total – more than enough to overpower two big mouthed freshman. Stripping them naked and throwing them in the paddling pool had been their first idea, though the two women fingering each other in the shallow water hadn't appreciated having two nude guys launched at them. The calls to feminise them hadn't started from anyone in particular – rather it was a growing rumble of enthusiasm. There were no shortage of girls volunteering their clothes from the drunken crowd, but it was when using the raffle prizes was suggested that things really got out of hand.
“We better do this soon,” Oliver whispered. “If we don't, they're going to buzz us again.” The buttplugs had the indignity of having lights and even in the shadowy bar, they stood out from under the boys' panties like fireflies. Seeing them being pulled from their packaging had instigated such terror in them that about ten girls had been needed to hold them down to insert the well lubed toys. Their resistance died the second they were in as Tom and Oliver were turned to putty by the violent throbbing that felt like it might split them in two. That's when the fun really began. “Here goes nothing...” Oliver pulled in his friend for a kiss.
“Why are you using tongues...?” Tom tried to splutter but he couldn't get his words out so deep had his friend pushed himself inside. The crowd began to cheer and whoop and someone activated the plugs again. Both boys buckled at the knees in tandem and fell against each other as hundreds of eyes watched what was happening beneath their tiny skirts – quivering lights poking from their asscheeks and their steadily hardening cocks pushed together in between their embrace.
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