Although he'd never considered such a thing before, Jon found the two cross-dressers -- Sandy and Dale -- suddenly intriguing. Their outfits, makeup, and hair were so well done that they looked like real girls -- real girls who, Jon knew for certain, had cocks. That made them just about the opposite of Jon and perhaps, he thought, perfect partners.
Before announcing his decision John gave both cross-dressers a good looking over. Sandy looked away but Dale didn't even notice Jon was looking at him. Instead, Dale's attention was fixed on the empty sack in Jon's underpants.
Jon dropped his underpants on his jeans, stepped away from them, and announced, "Dale, I choose you. Lift that skirt and show us what you've got."
Sandy moved away as Dale sheepishly raised the front of his pleated skirt. This revealed the top of his pantyhose, a pair of peacock blue French panties and no sign of a dick or balls.
"If you want me to get these things off, that'll take a couple of minutes," Dale explained. "You know, with the tape and all..."
"That's all right; leave it all on," Jon instructed as he proceded across the circle to Dale. All eyes were on Jon's pussy lips and the way they slid against each other with each step.
Jon wasn't sure how to begin with Dale but that didn't matter. Dale took the initiative, grabbing Jon by the small of the back and pulling him forward. In an instant the two boys were joined from lips to toes. Dale moved one hand to Jon's shoulder blades and the other to his butt. Jon did likewise, then he felt Dale's mouth open and his tongue start to flit. Jon returned the favor, then recoiled for an instant, then melted into Dale's embrace.
Most of the others, by then, were cheering, "Go! Go! Go!" and clapping their hands in unison. Dale fell backwards onto a large pillowed couch, drawing Jon with him. Jon rocked his cunt over and over against Dale's thigh, enjoying the silky smooth texture of Dale's pantyhose against the inside of his legs, against his hips, against his abs, and most of all against his drenching pussy. The two boys continued kissing. Jon worked his hands up inside Dale's blouse and Dale stroked Jon's sides, back, and naked butt.
"It looks like those two are going to take a while," Lydia announced. "Sandy, since you were left out of this, why don't you pick the next name?"
