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  Drag Show 1

  Drag Show Games

  In an entertainment routine called Drag Show, Vince becomes Violet Whispers. Vince is a gay man, who not only craves cross-dressing, but it gives him sexual pleasure to see Violet staring back in a mirror. Even more satisfying is being in the arms of a man while in drag. Derek fulfills those fantasies.

  Derek is a dominant man who orchestrates erotic scenarios, or games. The thought of never knowing what Derek has planned keeps Vince in almost constant arousal. So when Derek uses his twin brother, Alec, in one of his scenarios, Vince must come to terms with new romantic feelings for his partner’s brother.

  When Alec becomes a part of their lives on a more permanent basis, Vince struggles with acknowledging his love for his partner’s brother. Alec is bold, like Derek, but more soft-spoken. Even though Vince knows Derek wants him to follow his heart, he is afraid of allowing another man into his life.

  Note: The first two chapters were originally published as a free short story on ManLoveAuthors.com.

  Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 21,281 words

  DRAG SHOW GAMES

  Drag Show 1

  Andrew Jericho

  MENAGE AMOUR

  MANLOVE

  Siren Publishing, Inc.

  www.SirenPublishing.com

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  DRAG SHOW GAMES

  Copyright © 2014 by Andrew Jericho

  E-book ISBN: 978-1-63258-491-5

  First E-book Publication: October 2014

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  DEDICATION

  A special thanks to my partner, John, and our children, for their constant love and support.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  About the Author

  DRAG SHOW GAMES

  Drag Show 1

  ANDREW JERICHO

  Copyright © 2014

  Chapter One

  “Get your legs back, baby,” Derek said as he pushed Vince’s thighs against his chest. “Now, spread them,” he ordered, pressing the flesh apart with his fingertips. “I want you open when I wrap my lips around your cock.”

  “I don’t have long…maybe twenty minutes before I’m up,” Vince whispered.

  “Baby, you’re already up. Damn, you’ve been hard all night!”

  Derek lay next to Vince on a small couch in a private dressing room. Reaching down, he pulled the lavender G-string from Vince’s groin, releasing the swollen dick and sac. The cockhead was wet with pre-cum. Leaning over, Derek dragged his lips across the slit, licking the juice away with his tongue. The sweet taste of Vince was making his own cock hard.

  “Put me in your mouth,” Vince spoke.

  Even though he heard the desperate plea in Vince’s voice, Derek didn’t immediately comply. Instead, he let his eyes take in the man lying beneath him. Vince’s legs were still bent, and his thighs spread open. Derek had a perfect view of Vince’s smooth physique.

  While he had removed the G-string, a matching bra remained in place. The brunette wig, teased and styled in gentle waves, hung to Vince’s shoulders. A pastel palette of drag makeup highlighted the man’s face. Vince’s sexy brown stare was accentuated with shades of violet and ice gray. Cheekbones were mauve, as lips, a shade darker, caught his attention. Pressing his lips to Vince’s mouth, Derek didn’t let the caress linger for more than a few seconds in fear of ruining the makeup.

  “Not yet, Violet Whispers, but I will suck your dick. Do you like me calling you that? Because, that’s what you told me when we walked into your dressing room.”

  Derek smiled as the man looking up into his eyes grew restless.

  “I’m running out of time,” Vince said.

  “No you’re not. Hell, you’re close now. I can almost feel you coming against the back of my throat. I enjoy your taste.”

  Hearing a knock on the door and a voice saying that Violet Whispers was up in ten, Derek focused his attention back to the brown stare full of desire.

  “Don’t leave me like this, Derek.”

  Feeling two arms wind around his neck, Derek kissed the smooth forearms near his mouth. Then he felt Vince’s hands pushing his head lower.

  “I can finish you in five, baby, and still leave time to put on that pretty gown,” Derek said, eyeing a lavender sequined dress nearby.

  Before Vince could reply, Derek’s mouth sank deep onto the other man’s dick. His lips quickly reached the base, as the cockhead hit the back of his throat. Vince’s pre-cum filled his mouth, and he heard his own groan at the sweet taste. Violet Whispers was coming unglued in his arms. The man arche
d his back, as Derek caught him with his hands, steadying his body.

  “Keep your legs open…stay still.” Derek spoke, taking a breath.

  To control Vince’s movement, Derek hooked his forearms beneath Vince’s bent knees. Derek continued to glide his lips, moving upward on the shaft of Vince’s cock. Swirling the tip with his tongue and going down once more, he heard Vince groan. That was his cue to release the man’s dick from his mouth. Derek covered the man’s torso with his own as he positioned himself between Vince’s thighs.

  “I need to come, Derek!”

  “I’ve got two minutes left. I want to hear you ask me to suck your cock.”

  “Suck me, Derek.”

  “Not in Violet’s voice, ask me in Vince’s tone.”

  “Suck my cock, Derek.”

  Hearing Vince’s masculine voice, with a hint of flamboyance, almost pushed him over the edge. He was hard, and his own cockhead was wet with pre-cum. Damn, if there wasn’t something hot about hearing Vince’s voice from behind the glamour. He ached to feel his dick buried inside the ass inches from his fingertips. In his mind, Derek imagined smooth legs wrapped around his waist as the spikes of purple heels dug into his back.

  Derek kissed a path down Vince’s torso, over his abdomen, finally returning his lips to the hard flesh now pulsating in his mouth. He firmly wrapped his lips around the shaft as he reached for lube on the coffee table. Finally, he was getting to explore the reason he had Vince’s thighs spread open. Lubing two fingers, he inserted them simultaneously into the other man’s anal cavity. Derek quickly flicked his digits in an upward curling motion, feeling the smooth walnut-shaped gland beneath his fingertips.

  “Derek!” Vince cried out.

  Derek felt the sweet trails of hot semen coating the inside of his mouth as some of the juice slid down his throat.

  “I want you inside me, Derek! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

  “Get up and get your dress on, baby,” Derek responded tenderly.

  “But—”

  “There will be time later, Vince. Now get up and get your dress on.”

  “I’ve only got five minutes! Thank god, I’m going limp!”

  “Tuck your dick…put the G-string back on for me…cover with spandex.”

  Derek watched as Vince starting the routine of concealing his genitals. The man was quick about it, he’d give him that.

  “When will I see you again?” Vince asked, as he continued the process. “I need to know, Derek. One blow job isn’t going to take care of this ache!”

  “Maybe after your first routine,” Derek replied.

  “I’m tucked,” Vince said, as he quickly put on the G-string, covering it with a pair of white spandex shorts.

  “Derek?”

  “What?”

  “Nothing, just help me with the dress zipper.”

  “I’ll be around. Besides, I don’t think you are supposed to have visitors in your dressing room.”

  Derek pulled the zipper up, and he watched Vince adjust his body in the dress. Then he saw the man turn around to face him. At six foot, he had to look up at least an inch into Vince’s eyes.

  “I promise, Vince, you’ll see me again.”

  “Violet Whispers, you’re up,” a voice said as the door flung open.

  Derek watched as the young man, with a Bluetooth attached to his ear and a clipboard in one hand, escorted Vince out toward the stage entrance.

  * * * *

  Vince was part of an entertainment routine named Drag Show. The group consisted of him, a drag mother, and five other daughters. All seven had worked together for two years, traveling the Southern portion of the United States. Tonight they were home in Little Rock, Arkansas, performing at a dinner theatre. The show was their last before they took a break for the summer. Vince was glad to have time off, not from drag, but from the hate he had encountered while on the road.

  The seven of them were not only coworkers, but had formed a family. Each was as diverse as they were similar. Vince, his drag mother, and two of his sisters were gay men. Two were transgender women, and one was a straight man who enjoyed cross-dressing.

  While Vince was a gay man, he not only enjoyed cross-dressing, but it gave him sexual pleasure when he saw Violet Whispers staring back in a mirror. Even more satisfying was being in the arms of a man while dressed in drag. Vince wanted back in Derek’s arms.

  As he walked toward the stage entrance, alongside the young man escorting him, Vince knew he had to clear his thoughts of Derek. A hard-on would not only be painful, but probably ruin his performance for the evening.

  As Vince reached the stage, he was met by his drag mother and one of his sisters who had just completed her number. Mutual hugs were exchanged, and then Vince found himself on stage before a packed house. His routine was a vintage performance, as he stood before a silver antique microphone. Vince enjoyed being a brunette bombshell for an audience.

  Right before the music began, Vince could feel the changed atmosphere and excitement of the crowd. As the stage went dark, all except a spotlight cast on him, Vince caught a glimpse of Derek sitting at a table in the front row. He was drinking a violet martini. Vince felt his pulse quicken, as a rush of excitement filled his body. A few appreciative catcalls and whistles could be heard from the audience.

  The stage had a row of lights at the bottom that cast a glow into the audience. Their purpose was to provide a lighted path for guests, but Vince used it as an excuse to focus his eyes on Derek. Much to his delight, Derek was staring back.

  As Vince began his number, his eyes took in the man sitting a few feet below him. Derek was a handsome gentleman. At fifty, he was ten years older than Vince. His salt-and-pepper hair was neatly cut in a businessman’s style. He always wore dress slacks and shirts. Tonight, he was wearing a pair of black pants and a lavender shirt. Derek was classy, sophisticated, and made Vince’s skin tingle and his cock wet with pre-cum.

  Derek sat quiet and reserved through the show, even when other guests approached the stage to hand Vince money. As Violet emerged, Vince saw desire fill Derek’s eyes. The sexual tension between them mounted. When Violet’s song was coming to an end, he watched as Derek lifted his glass and downed the remainder of the cocktail. Then the handsome gentleman got up and left the room.

  Vince kissed one of his drag sisters on both cheeks, as she made her way onto the stage for the next routine. As he walked off stage, Vince could still hear his heart pounding. His cock was starting to get hard. He had to return to his dressing room, get untucked, and out of the spandex. The same young man, who had escorted him off stage, had now returned. Vince walked quickly down a hall full of backstage employees and security.

  His eyes scanned constantly for Derek, as he remembered the promise the older man had made. However, Derek wasn’t around. Vince was fighting a hard-on, and wanting to continue what they had started in his dressing room. If Derek didn’t show up, Vince would have to take care of the ache in his groin himself. He had at least a thirty-minute break before his final act of the night.

  The young man left him at the door of his dressing room and quickly disappeared down the hall. Vince turned the doorknob, walked inside, and shut the door. He felt warm breath on the back of his neck, and the tender caress of two hands running down his body. The unexpected attention made him moan in pleasure.

  “Derek,” Vince whispered, “you found me.”

  “Violet Whispers, I’m a man who keeps my promises,” Derek replied.

  * * * *

  Derek was rock hard, and could only imagine Vince was spiraling out of control. Standing behind the man’s body, Derek continued to run his hands over flesh that tingled beneath his fingertips. Reaching between them, Derek pulled up Vince’s knee-length gown around his waist. The action gave him the access he needed to free Vince’s cock and sac.

  “I can’t fight it anymore, Derek. I’m getting hard.”

  Derek quickly peeled the spandex and G-string off Vince’s body. In doing so, Vinc
e’s semi-hard dick sprung free. He watched as it quickly became erect. Still standing behind the other man’s body, Derek pressed his own cock against Vince’s naked ass. He then wrapped a hand around Vince’s swollen dick. The juice was coating his fingers as Derek worked his hand in a pumping motion. Pre-cum always made a nice lube.

  “Derek, shit! What you gave me earlier was a tease. I don’t like to be teased!”

  “Would you like a hard dick stuck up your ass instead?” Derek asked.

  Derek smiled as he heard Vince whimper. Then he felt Vince’s head fall back against his shoulder. Derek began to kiss the side of Vince’s neck, as his hand continued to pump the hard flesh surrounded by his fingertips.

  Overcome with desire for Violet Whispers, Derek tugged hard at the fabric of the man’s dress. In one quick motion, he ripped the gown from hem to waist.

  “My dress,” Vince spoke in a tone that sounded like a half-hearted attempt to pretend he cared about the costume.

  “We’ll get you another one, baby,” Derek replied, as he finished ripping the material from Vince’s body.

  Turning Violet Whispers to face him, Derek thought about taking the man, pushing him against the wall, picking him up, and setting him down on his swollen cock. Instead he paused, admiring the smooth and toned physique standing before him. He reached around Vince’s chest and unhooked the bra, removing the padding in the process. Now Vince was standing naked before him. While Vince had his own fetishes and fantasies, one of Derek’s was making love to Violet Whispers, the hot gay man standing before him, with nothing but a wig and a face full of drag makeup.