He Likes To Expose Me - S01 E116

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He Likes To Expose Me - S01 E116

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 116

Why did I let Ryan train me to orgasm on command.

Ryan exposes me some more

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I become a boy

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Ryan came home one evening and told me that he’d signed us up at a big leisure centre not far away. The thing was that he’d signed me up as a 13 year-old boy. We had a bit of an argument but as usual Ryan won. When I asked how I was going to get away with it he told me that we were going shopping for some boy’s clothes and some swimming shorts.

“But I haven’t got a cock or balls.” I argued, hoping that I’d found an escape.

“I’ve already thought of that; we’ll put a couple of golf balls in one of my socks and you can you can sew them into the shorts.”

“What about a cock?”

“Another sock rolled up; unless you want something like a carrot, in which case you’ll look like you’ve got a hard-on all the time.”

“You’ve got an answer for everything; haven’t you?”

“Yep!”

That weekend we went and bought the clothes and Ryan got me to put them on and practice acting like a teenage boy. Ryan put me right a few times and laughed when I asked how men walked about with lumps like that between their legs.

“No wonder,” I thought, “that men often sit with their legs spread.”

One of the things that Ryan bought me was a string vest; a smaller version of his. When I pointed out that my nipples would stick through the holes, all he said was,

“I hope so.”

Ryan told me that I’d have to leave my nipple jewellery at home but my clit jewellery could stay as I’d have boy shorts on most of the time. When I asked him what he meant by ‘most of the time’, he just laughed and told me not to worry; that I’d enjoy myself.

The next Tuesday evening we went to the leisure centre.

Wearing jeans felt weird; I hadn’t worn trousers of any sort for a few years. As we walked from the car I ruffled my short hair and decided that I didn’t like the golf balls between my legs. I was glad that I am a woman.

I was nervous as we checked-in but nothing was said and Ryan led me to the men’s changing room.

As we went in I could hear men talking and I got quite nervous. I walked behind Ryan but I couldn’t help but take a quick look at the men. They were all in various state of undress and three were naked and drying themselves. I was looking at three soft cocks. Ryan led me to a quiet part of the big room and whispered for me to put the shorts and the string vest on.

Thankfully the men didn’t look at me but I still quickly looked away as I felt my pussy get wet.

I remembered what Ryan had said and kept my back to the men and didn’t bend over. I didn’t want them looking at my pussy. I also remembered not to fold my clothes as I took them off; instead I just threw them into my bag.

I could feel my pussy tingling and getting even wetter as I got naked and delved into my bag for the shorts and string vest.

The shorts were tighter than the jeans and the balls pressed harder on my pussy.

Ryan was ready before me and joked saying,

“Come on bro, you don’t usually take this long. Tell you what; I’ll go and get the squash rackets and I’ll meet you at the courts.”

My brain was screaming,

“No, no, please don’t leave me.”

But he did. He left me to finish getting dressed and put our bags in a locker. As I turned to sit on the bench to put my trainers on I couldn’t help looking at a man walking out of the shower. He was totally naked and carrying his towel.

I quickly looked down and fastened my trainers.

As I stood up I could feel my hard nipples pushing their way through holes in the string vest.

Putting the bags in a locker I glanced at the men again and saw that two of them had man boobs bigger than my tiny tits.

As I walked to the door it burst open and three more men came in. All three totally ignored me.

There were quite a few people milling around on the way to the squash courts and I got a little more confident when none of them stared at me.

Ryan was waiting for me outside one of the squash courts; one that had a glass back so that people walking by or sitting on the seats could watch the play.

I sarcastically thanked Ryan for getting us a court with a glass back as we entered.

Ryan worked me hard and had me running around quite a lot. Those damn golf balls didn’t help me either. After about fifteen minutes Ryan stopped and took his shirt off.

“Come on bro, you too.”

I glared at Ryan but his face told me that he was serious; so I put the racket down and pulled the string vest off. I was topless on a squash court with the occasional person walking by.

I threw the vest towards Ryan’s shirt as he started play again.

Again, Ryan pushed me and it wasn’t long before I forgot that I was topless; but I couldn’t forget those damn balls. How do you men cope?

Finally, our time was up and two men were stood outside, watching and waiting for us to finish. Ryan picked up both tops and walked to the door. I was about to ask for the vest but stopped myself just in case my voice gave me away. I’d already decided that if possible, I wasn’t going to let anyone hear me talk; even if that meant people seeing me topless. At least that way I could probably get away with being the pretence.

Ryan led me to back to the reception area and then gave me his racket and the ball and told me to go and hand them in. I was still topless (so was Ryan) and I was nervous as hell as I walked up to the man. He looked up at me and asked which court. In my deepest voice I gave him the number and the rackets and ball. He just turned and walked to the racks.

Ryan had already told me that we’d go swimming next but he kept us in the reception area while he got a couple of cans out of the vending machine.

We stood there drinking as people walked in and out. Only one man stared at me for a few seconds before walking on. I wondered if he knew.

Drinks finished, Ryan took me back to the men’s changing room. I was happy to see that we were the only ones there.

“Right,” Ryan said, “let’s take the opportunity to have a quick, naked shower.”

“What if someone comes in?” I asked.

“Just face the wall and let the water roll over you.”

I stripped, grabbed my towel and rushed to the showers. I hung my towel on the hook nearest the first shower head and turned the water on.

It felt a bit naughty being there, but exciting at the same time. I was hoping that no one would come in and also hoping that someone would come in.

Then it happened; two men who I’d seen on one of the squash courts walked in. With my pubic bone almost glued to the wall, I kept taking quick glances over to the two of them. They were engrossed in some sort of business talk as they stripped and walked over to the shower. One had a short thick cock and the other had a long one that bounced as he walked.