They were from New Jersey, and had come down the Interstate for a week's riding down South, and had decided to ride the parkway for a day or so to break the monotony. They had spotted me for a TV as soon as they passed me, and stopped at the next overlook to discuss the possibilities. It seems the vote had been 3 to 1 in favor of picking me up. JR had been dead set against it ("I'm not fuckin with no faggot"). Spider and Boyd (the two who were standing guard at the parking lot) had been for it "as long as it's dressed like a woman". That attitude had always amazed me, from my first days in high school, when it was "queer" and "dirty" in the locker room, but on a darkened Lovers Lane when I, as Leslie, went down on the majority of the football team in the back seat of a '57 Chevy, it was all right. I've never understood, it seems to me that if you stick your dick in someone's mouth, whether they're en femme or not, you've made a conscious decision that you're part of the action. But, who am I to question these men, my apparent moral and intellectual superiors..........

Paul, the tall blonde who had led me down the trail into the woods, seemed more at ease with the whole situation, and I found myself being attracted to him in a dependent way. If they were going to gang bang me, as I suspected they were, I thought it might be better to start with Paul, as if establishing myself as "Paul's girl" might somehow protect me from any bizarre plans the other two might have. And then, of course, there was JR, how would he react to changing the "faggot's" tire? No, Paul, in addition to being the best looking of the four, could spell my safety.

Paul, who had been leading me down the trail by the hand, stopped and looked back toward the other two. They were out of sight behind us, and didn't appear to be following. "There" he said "that should be far enough from their prying eyes, they don't need to see all of this". With that, he pulled me into his arms, sliding his hands down by back and cupping my ass cheeks. His mouth came down on mine, and as I felt his grip tighten on my ass, I opened my teeth and let his tongue slid in as I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Arggh" he sighed as I moved my hand lower and engulfed his bulging crotch. My fingers strayed to his fly catch, it yielded to the touch, and soon my hand was inside, searching out his manhood. As I wrapped my fingers around it he seemed to shudder and clutched me even tighter, his tongue fully extended to my throat. I gently pushed down the front of his shorts and let my hand slide down the length of his growing cock to his ball sack. Gently gripping it, I pushed my own groin into him, moaning as I continued to suck his tongue.

"God" he moaned "do you like to suck cock?"

"Well, I don't like to brag" I replied "but a girlfriend told me that when she looked up the definition of blow job in the dictionary she found a picture of the back of my head!"

"Bitch" he laughed "you're my kind of girl".

With that he released his grip on my ass and gently pushed me down till my face was in front of his now rigid cock, which looked to me to be at least 9 inches long. The head was bulging and blood red. I could count the veins as they stood out in the amazingly thick shaft, and my mouth was drawn to it like bees to honey. My tongue ventured out and licked the sweet underside of the head. At once the taste of manly lust was on my tongue. He tasted of salt and the promise of delight to come. On my knees, I reached out my right hand and with my forefinger and thumb encircled his balls, pulling the head of his cock past my lips into my mouth. He groaned with pleasure as I reached around and caressed his ass cheeks with my left hand while thoroughly wetting his cockhead in my warm mouth. I started a low moan and began working my head back and forth, pulling more and more of his cock in with each stroke. When I had taken it full in my mouth, I relaxed my throat muscles as the head pushed past and down my throat until his entire cock was engulfed and my nose rested in his pubic hair. I then began to draw it slowly out until only the head remained between my lips then quickly took it all down my throat again. Paul's hands went to my head and he mashed by face again into his pubic hair, holding it there until I thought I would suffocate. Sensing my plight, he pulled out half way and began gently fucking me in the mouth.

He was in total control, I surrendered my body and mind to him and the act of granting his every wish. Gone was the sassy, self assured bitch I had become over the past few years. Gone too all the doubt and questions over whether this or that was right for me. It was all bullshit I decided. Here's where I wanted to be, where I belonged, on my knees, en femme, with 9 inches of throbbing man meat down my throat, about to explode in torrents of delicious cum. I was dizzy with the realization that I was giving this man all the pleasure any girl could, and perhaps, just perhaps, he would remember me as more than just a "drag fag" giving blowjobs on the parkway. A girl could hope.

Suddenly, before I knew it, he had pulled his cock free of my mouth. I tried to gobble it back, but he held my head away, then turned and bared his ass to my face. Realizing what he wanted, I reached forward and spread his ass cheeks in front of me and dipped my face toward his waiting asshole. Extending my tongue like a snake, I began licking at the edge of his pucker, slurping and sucking till it was slick with saliva. As I jabbed at it with my now rigid tongue, I felt it open and my tongue slipped in till it was fully extended and my lips were pressed to either side of the hole. I gently tongue fucked his ass, inhaling the taste of manly musk, and reached round to gently stroke his still rock hard dick. I began gently jacking his cock in synchronism with my tongue action. He moaned with pleasure which only served to excite me more and I doubled my efforts to bring him to climax.

Straightening up and turning around, his cock was again at my eager mouth which I opened as he pulled my head forward until my nose was against his stomach and his balls slapped against my chin. Pulling halfway out, he started to fuck my mouth again, starting slowly and then building in tempo as his breathing came is short gasps. I felt Paul begin to shudder as the first spurt of cum exploded into the back of my mouth, mixing with my own warm saliva, and sliding down my throat. As he continued to pump more and more love juice into my hot hole I loosened my lips and let it spill out, around my lips and down my chin, stretching in stringlets and droplets to the woodland floor on which I still knelt. I reached up with my right hand and encircled his shaft, pumping his cock to drain all the cum from his ball sack into my waiting mouth.

Then, at last, his cock was drained, all his cum either in me or on me. I had cleaned the last drops from his pee hole, and still kneeling gently stroked him between my lips.

"What's you name"? he surprised me by asking. "Leslie" I replied, the cum in my mouth slurring the name. "Well Leslie, you are better than any woman I've ever had, where did you learn to do that?" "I guess you just bring out the best in a girl Paul" I said, and believe me, I meant it. I was still hot, and hoping he would let me make him hard again to ease the desire I was feeling in my ass pussy, but as I tried to suck his cock back in my mouth, he backed away, pulling up his trousers and putting away that magnificent piece of meat that had excited me so.

"Will you take care of Spider and Boyd now?" he asked, stroking my cheek and wiping a dab of cum off my chin as I looked up at him. "Well, I guess since they did vote in my favor I should try and repay them" I said, trying to hide the disappointment I felt knowing that Paul didn't mind sharing me with others.

"Good" he said as he turned and walked back up the trail, "stay here, I'll send them down."

As he disappeared up the trail, I stood and straightened my clothes. My heels had sunk in the soft woodland dirt, and I had leaves and dirt on the knees of my hose. My sweater still had wet cumlets down the front which I dried the best I could with my hands. As I straightened my mini and smoothed my wig, I heard laughter as Spider and Boyd came down the trail.