Prom Queen Boy!
                      TJ Ryder
              http://www.sissytrain.com/
    Illustrated fetish animated stories for ADULTS!
complete story added july 9, 2011

   Chapter 1

   Terry was helping a friend install his new video game
on his pc when he got a cell call.  It was a black, deep voice
so he said he had to go outside because of the reception.
The slender blonde teenager who once had some modelling pix taken for
an androgynous spread and made a few badly needed dollars
found afterwards there were occasional short gigs to pretend
to be a 'gyrl' for a show date!  Not recognizing the number he
decided to leave the room.

   "Hello, Terry speaking!" he stood in the back yard, keeping
his voice low.

   "Good, can you talk, boy?"

   "Yes, yes sir!"

   "You volunteered for a gig at Omega?"

   Terry swallowed, what he feared and sometimes hoped for was
happening, and even though his feelings might have changed,
his meager finances had not!

   "Yes!  I guess I did!  Is it a local gig?  I ask because my mom's
all alone!"

   "No problem, and it's just for one man.  Remember the last prom dance
you did!"

   "Oh wow, same guy? Well, he seemed nice all right!"

   "Not the same but he picked you from that picture. Might be some
travel, but you can see your mom regularly!"

   "Travel?' he frowned, "is it at least minimum wage?" To his
surprise the man who still hadn't introduced himself chuckled.

   "No problem about money, fo sho!  You familiar with Blackstar
Escorts?"

   "Nope!"

   "Well,  put it this way, Black cuz the clients are black of course, and Star
because they top class athletes, and together it means hidden.
Can't see a star in the sky that's black, you understand! Discretion
is everything on this gig.  You got to sign a binding contract not ever
to talk or write about who you see in this program!  Are you willing to do
that?"

   "Well, um, I guess that's all right, but isn't this just
for the holiday dances?"  His only experiences had been being
a pretend gyrlfriend for top macho athletes in other high schools
once word got around he was safe and kept his mouth shut.

   "Not exactly,  listen, if your'e interested can you go down
to an address tomorrow? Prepare to sign some things, have a lawyer come
with you if you want, and we'll want a blood test and urine sample!"

   "Whoa, I mean I have chores to do, and...!"

   "We will pay 100$ an hour for your time of course!"

   "Ah, well, I suppose that...!"

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   Three days after that he got another call, same voice,
more friendly now.  Still never introduced himself.

   "Yes?"

   "Free tomorrow for a meeting with a client, Terry?"

   "Um, yeah, sure I guess!"

   "Good, go to the Royale Hotel, and just ring the penthouse!"

   Terry swallowed, thinking now it's visiting some john
in a hotel room, "Listen, I'm not a hooker you know!"

   "Ha ha, we know that Terry, ha, damn, that's a good one!"

   "Okay, well, listen, I have to know what he's expecting,
because, you know that one gig, that was for show!"

   'Haw, that's another one.  We don't know but your'e free to
do whatever you want, except for what you signed!"

   Terry shrugged, "Fine, I'll be happy to just meet him then!"

   "Good!  Around late morning would be fine!"

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   He got buzzed up to the room right away, wearing his
best, albeit cheap, and casual school clothes, and the door opened
and he heard a lot of big black voices inside.  A grinning,
bald, black man in a tuxedo opened the door!

   "Yassup, we spectin you!"

   "Um, we?"

   "Titus, go tell Marcus that boy is here!"

   "Yeah okay!" a voice said from another room in the huge
suite, as he looked around, stunned by the luxury.
Soon another man, also tall and athletic, came out and asked him
to follow.  'So this isn't the man either', he thought, as he followed
the broad back in an athletic designer sweat suit.

   Finally, he opened a door for him, and he swallowed and
entered.  Wide picture windows and a balcony overlooking
the park, and big shape against the bright light.  He couldn't
make out the details of his face, but he was fairly young and big and
muscled up and had a shaven head.  He figured he was keeping his
identity a secret until he decided to show his face better.

   "Hi Terry!" he heard a booming voice with a trace of nervousness.
"I'm Marcus!  Have a seat!"

   "Hello sir!" he said woodenly, sitting down on a leather sofa facing
the man, blinking at the bright sun.

   "You don't know me, but I know a little about you, sorry!"

   "Yes, I know you got me from that prom picture!"

    "Both of them, that other dance too!"

   "Wow, I didn't even know that one got out!"

   "Yeah, fact is, I feel it's a little unfair, me knowing
you more than you do me.  Do you know who I am by the way?"

   "Ah, no, sorry!  Your first name is Marcus!" he smiled.

   "Marcus Washington!"

   'Uh huh!"  He heard a chuckle after that, since he apparently
was expected to recognize the name.

   "Heard about me?"

   "Ah, sorry, no!  I assume your'e some kind of athlete
because it seems to be through Bolus and Omega!"  He expected that would
disappoint the big man but he laughed and came over closer,
away from the windows. He was about 6'6 and 260 lbs, not bad
looking at all, but totally dwarfing Terry's slim 5'5".
He wore spandex shorts and a tank top.

   "That's a damn relief, boy, ah was afraid yo be gushin
all over an askin for my autograph an all.  He got up
then, taller than Terry thought and came over and sat
near the boy so he didn't have to squint.

   Terry gaped at the huge, muscled-up, giant sitting a few feet
away.  He was wearing a spandex track suit and for a second
Terry gaped at a huge bulge, and then he crossed his muscular legs.

   "Actually I think I did hear your name in the media. Football
was it?"

   "Haw haw, oh damn that's good;  you ever watch baseball!"

   "Oh, well, I'm afraid I'm not that interested in team sports,
I'm sorry!"  He didn't want to say especially baseball, which he
thought was as exciting as watching paint dry.
"I'm more of a nerd I guess, trying for a scholarship!"

   "Hey don be sorry, boy.  It just makes me money, train mah whole
life for dat! I'm only 27 and got maybe a few years left and
makin de big  money while it last, but I still want a life
outside and afterwards!  I ain't like those big damn jocks
fucking up their lives and spending it all  and just spending
mah life talking about it.

   "Um",  he paused, not understanding what this was about!

   "So whaddaya think?"

   "Sir?"

   "About me, I know it's not fair cuz ah been studyin on you for
a tahm, but sometimes it just clicks.  Ah nevah had it click
in mah life befo, you know dat?"

   'What did that mean?' he thought.  'Was he saying he clicked
already with this man? How do I answer something like that'

  "In fact ah just dint bleve it! Ah dint wanna bleve it neither.
You know dat first boy you did the prom dance with, remember him?"

   "Yes, perhaps Dell something, ... Dellmar, I remember!"

   "He's a cousin; he showed me your pic at a party,
told me about the date!  We look totally opposite, and lots of ways
we are, but we got somethin in common.  Never knew mah father, and
ah know yours died when you young.  We bofe on our own pretty early.
I be a dominant jock, an yo, well, nevah mind, but you got yo
own rules an life and a plan, just lahk me! Since than ah couldn't
think of nothin else!"  Then he realized he was going too fast, frowned,
and said "FUCK"  Terry almost jumped.

   "Ah'm sorry, boy, dis ain't fair to you, in fact ah dint
even plan to go on lahk dis!  Sheeit, now ah be way ahead of
what ah had planned an ah don even know if yo
lahk boys!  I mean...," he put his head in his hands.

   "what am I gwine do?  Yo probly wanna run off
an ah don blame you!  Everyone tole me not to spill it out an
ah just did it anyway!"

   "Um, sir, are you saying youv'e been, well,  watching me?"

   "Probly creeped out, ah know!  Mah contract calls for
all dis security stuff befo ah kin even smile at anyone!
Surrounded by people all the time, half the world followin
every move ah make, an ah don even know what ah be doin it fo
anymore."  He said wearily, "An ah be real tired of bein alone, boy,
surrounded by a dozen people all the time!"

   In shock, Terry put a hand on his huge arm, feeling the tremble
like a shock wave.  "it's okay, really. I'm fine, I'm just not sure
how to act!  You have a crush on me?  All right, I can deal with that!
It's happened to me, happens to everyone!" 

   His big, black head slowly rasied, his eyes looking desperately
at Terry's face.  His teen face, blue eyes, blonde hair.

   He looked at Terry's hand on his arm, feeling the light touch,
raised his head.  Terry thought he might have offended him and
took it back.

    "Dat's what so fucked up, everythin in mah
head be second hand.  Delmar and me are bofe tops, he just
a boy yo age and he doin better than me, he thought you
liked tops, but whadda I know? Maybe YOU don't even know!"

   Terry blushed and blurted out, "I'm know I'm not a top"
and when he realized what he said, blushed and added, "or at least
I think I'm not!"

   The big bull looked at him, "Now what? Ain't that what
your'e thinking, and that's me too."

  "Mr. Washington, um, Marcus, maybe we could just, well,
go out, you know!"

  He nodded, "yeah, and that's what started it. I have a date comin
up where ah needed a partner!"

   "Is it like a dance or reception?"

   "Has that in it, be once a year thing! Ah'm expected to bring
a date, kind of a date anyway. This year, after talkin to mah cuz,
ah been thinkin of askin yo, but well, now...!"

   "It's an all day thing?"

   "Yeah, could be over night, more ah think on it, maybe too
quick fo a boy yo age too!"

   Terry bit his lip, "And I need to be your girlfriend for it?"

   His brilliant white smile broke out.  "Acshually, for dis gig
you can be mah boyfren, but its true, most of de tahm if we go out
in public, yeah, yo gotta be a girl!  This is the only event like this
all year, where people like me can take our real dates because
of the security there." He saw the boy hesitate.

   "Course, you don't have to do it neither!  We can just go out if you
like!"

   "Well, I don't know, sir...!"

   The big man nodded slowly, and Terry felt bad he was feeling
hurt.

   "Um I need some time to think about it!"

   "Sure!" the man said woodenly, dropping his eyes down at his feet.

   "A couple things I'm having trouble with, I want to be honest.
You seem to know me and I don't really know you, especially for a
long date like this seems to be!"

   "Yup, um, okay," he said looking up with a smile, "We got time
if you want us to see each other before you make a decision about
the date!"

   "Okay, well, ..."  Terry smiled, "I just wish this wasn't involving
money!  I'm poor and you know that.  But what Iv'e been doing is
putting on a harmless act for a few hours and getting paid for it! I'm not
promising something I can't, well, do!"  Seeing the look on the man's
face, he frowned and continued.

   "I appreciate your'e coming out and telling me, or at least I think
your'e telling me, what your'e looking for in a, um, relationship!"

   The curves of the big man's mouth went down as he continued.

   "All I do is study and work! Mom also works!  I don't have anyone
in my life, like what I think you want!  Youv'e been honest with me
and I'm trying to do the same for you!"

   "So your'e sayin no? Dat it?" he asked, concern on his face,
expecting to be hurt and preparing for it!

   "Um, I'm, saying.. Look, there was this girl I liked in class,
and I asked her to be my date to the prom, and she hinted she would
but she was hoping she could trade up; so she kept me in the loop
until she did.  And mom was so happy I was finally going on a date
she spent money we didn't have on a suit!  She was more disappointed
than I was.  Since then Iv'e gone to two dances and a couple sports
dinners with closeted up superjocks like you already know!"
Pausing as he tried to continue...

   "I'm just babbling along here I know; just please be patient
while I try to figure out what I want to say!" He smiled and
Marcus also grinned, feeling more encouraged now.

   "Hmmm, I guess what I'm saying is I can do THOSE kinds of dates
and get paid for it! But I can't do what you want for money, not just
for you, but for me also!"

  He watched the big face begin to fall and smiled
hesitantly, almost putting his much smaller white hand on his
huge black one. 

   "But, if you still want to see me, I'm willing to try it
because, well, just to see where it goes maybe. Maybe that's
all any two people can hope for!"

   The big, black brow furrowed, the big jaw worked little
like he was chewing something as studied on it.

  "But, yo said yo really need the money, raht,
an ah got so much of it dis little bit don mean nuffin to me!"

   Terry put his hand on his arm, delivering another electric
shock to both of them.  "It means something to me!"   

   "Well, mebbe Titus was right, you saw Titus on the
way in dint you?"

   "um, yes, the second man!"

   "Titus be lahk my go-between, be tellin me all along
ah always be doing it all wrong meetin new people!"

   "My mom says the same thing to me!"

   "Probly bofe right.  Anyway,  what we gwine do now?"
The ball was clearly in the boy's court.

   "I don't know, let me think about it.  If you want,
why don't you just call me sometime and we can go out to
get something to eat or something!"

   "You'd have to be a girl then! Mah contract an all!"

   "Sure, no problem!" he smiled.  "Not on a school night though!"

   "An ah don pay you nothin?"

   "Nope!"

   "An dat's the way it is?"

   "Yup, I guess so," he smiled.

   "But yo say you got no money!  Can I buy you dinner?"

   'Oh well, yeah, that's okay!  But I don't care if we just
hang out, not spending money!"

   "Hmmm, dey ain't gwine lahk it, no sir!"

   "Who won't?"

   "Dem Blackstar folks!  Ah contracted to get all mah
dates fum dem!"

   "You did! I'll take whatever money I get for today!
Because, um, well, I agreed to I guess!  So we met through them!"

   "An dat's it?"

   "Yup!"

   "Gwine be strange!  All mah life only money gets what
ah wan an so all ah be doin is trainin to make mo money to get what
ah want!  Be so easy if yo just take de money...!"
Seeing the boy's unchanging expression, he nodded.  Terry looked
over at the desk where a little bell was ringing.

   Marcus frowned, "dat's Titus tellin me time's up an ah got
another thing to do!"  The boy nodded and stood up, Marcus
remained seated, wishing he would stay longer, irritated at that
chime.

   "So, ah have Titus call you, not on a weeknight.  Why not
on a weeknight?"

   "I have chores and homework to do, and a part time job!"

   "Awraht!"

   "And not Titus or anyone else.  If you want to see me you
have to call me yourself!"

   "Dey gwine love dat even more!"  The ring got louder
and Marcus stood up, towering over the 5'5" slender blonde youth!

   "Thank you for the, um, interview, Sir!" Terry said,
holding out his hand.  The huge black hand engulfed his,
warm and lightly squeezing, their bodies close together,
and then Titus entered, clearing his throat.

   "Ah yeah," Marcus said, releasing the hand and watching
the boy smile up at him and turn and walk out.  After the door
shut Titus spoke.

   "How'd it go, boss?"

   "Dey ain't gwine like it!"

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