Dragged... (Part 3)

             Maddox McNair

          Chicks with dicks used to be just a fantasy of mine, but now I had gotten addicted to the twisted illusion of penis and pumps.  Even though I loved having sex with Drag Queens, I still considered myself to be heterosexual because pussy was still an entrée that satisfied my appetite; however, the scales that used to always lean heaviest to real females was now equally balanced and I enjoyed the company of both. 

          I know that my father was probably turning in his grave about my sexual desires, but his foot couldn’t reach my ass from beyond the grave, so the butt whipping I had coming would have to wait until after I crossed over into the afterlife, and I didn’t plan on that happening anytime soon. 

          Only one of my partners knew what I was into and old boy was just as open-minded about sex as me, but he had yet to experience the titillating pleasures of what most straight men considered taboo.  I suppose I am some sort of anomaly, because I was a masculine brotha unafraid to explore all facets of my sexuality.  As far as my other boys, my family, and the world was concerned, I was heterosexual and that was the title I felt most comfortable with. 

          I pretty much chose to present myself to the world as a sports loving, pussy chasing, daddy-Mack, and if I were satisfied with and could accept my life on those terms, it was nobody else’s business what I did behind closed doors with my dick.  In my eyes, a hole was a hole and feminity was something I dug in both males and females.  That’s as far as I’m going to go with my explanation because I don’t have to justify what makes my spirit happy to anyone. 

          I wish I could say that I haven’t had my share of complications, but I’d be lying.  You see, because I am so damn sexy and irresistible, the partners I choose to fuck around with, both sexes, often got too attached to Maddox and his big ass beef stick, and drama always surfaced whenever I bucked their efforts at controlling me; however, Elixir had cast her spell on me and I have been trying to keep her satisfied so that I could keep her in my stable.  

          It hasn’t been easy though because my sex drive often dictated my direction, and my infidelities were putting a strain on the relationship.  I wish I had the strength to not act on my urges but I just couldn’t seem to stop myself from taking the dive if I saw somebody I was interested in.  The latest distraction that is challenging my ability to remain faithful came in the form of this tall, thick, scrumptious Drag Queen by the name of Sunny Skies.  

          No matter how hard I tried resisting temptation, I couldn’t seem to shake her allure, and every time I saw her I wanted her.  Take for instance, the incident that happened when my girl, Elixir, was up on stage working the crowd; I was in a far off corner cozying up with Sunny Skies.   I calculated the amount of time that she would be on stage so that I could dig a little deeper into Sunny’s mind to find out what made her tick. 

          Old girl had me pretty worked up and when I took her hand and placed it on my dick I thought I was going to bust a serious nut in my slacks.  She was squeezing my shit like it was the utter of a cow and I ain’t going to lie, I was ready to vacate the premises, take her home, fuck the shit out of her and then let her find a new depth in my hole.  Sunny’s piece felt like it was just as thick and long as mine and I wanted some of that shit. 

          Our brief encounter ended abruptly when Elixir’s show ended and I knew that I had to put the brakes on what I was doing, so that I could touch basis with my woman before she made a complete fool of herself in front of all her adoring fans.  When I grabbed her by the arm to try and explain things, she snatched it away and it assured me that my actions were going to be addressed. 

          The last thing I planned on though was Sunny’s appearance in Elixir’s dressing room, but, like I said, once I throw on the charm they always came running behind me like bitches in heat.  I was glad that I managed to hold Elixir back because I knew that if she had a chance to get her hands all the way on Sunny, it would be explosive.  I breathed a sigh of relief when Sunny left the room, but I was tickled as hell when I saw her holding onto her stocking cap covered head. 

          My baby ain’t no joke.  Shit, I shuddered to think about that day when I might have to go rope a dope with her.  She was pretty strong for a drag queen. 

          Reality check…

          When Elixir slapped the shit out of me I wanted to kick her fucking ass, but after what I had done how could I?  She had every reason to be upset, but, I have to say this, at the time, the only thing that mattered was what my dick and I wanted, and that was a piece of Sunny Skies. 

          I did manage to calm Elixir down by whispering sweet little nothings into her ear, and by the time I was through I was certain that once we left the club we were heading home so that I could make good on all that nasty talking I had laid on her ears.  I got her so hot that she was literally trying to tear my clothes off of my back, but I refused to have sex in that damn dressing room where anybody could walk in.  

          I may have been a freak but I was not an exhibitionist.

          When we arrived back at the crib, I couldn’t even get the door closed good; she was on me like gravy on rice and once she said the magic words “I’m ready to fuck the shit out of you” it was on; however, something strange happened during our lovemaking interlude that had never happened before, I started imagining that I was in bed with Sunny Skies. 

          Now, I wasn’t sure when it was going to happen, all I knew is that it was going to happen.  I needed a taste of that sunshine in the worst way and before the end of the week I was going to have every last beam of it dripping inside and off of my naked ass body.