I had a tough week and wanted nothing more than to relax on the weekend. But my girlfriend had different plans. She wanted to go to the beach with a bunch of her friends. I was needed to carry beach chairs and of course the cooler.



It didn't matter how much I protested, but I was not in the mood to fight. So I made sure my favorite beer was in the cooler and my favorite towel was in the bag. I even drove them all. Luckily, the beach was only half an hour away.



Once we had settled on the beach, the girls started a game with a soft disk, throwing it around. I'd normally join or watch, as all three ladies are quite nice to look at, but this time I settled with a book on my favorite towel on my favorite beach chair, and I was asleep in less than five minutes.



Everybody knows that falling asleep in the sun, with a book in your hand is not a good idea. But, my lovely girlfriend took the open book from my chest, and put it on the cooler next to me, right next to the beer I had started. She draped something else across my chest though.



I guess it was a good prank, but they took it one step too far. When I woke up, as my skin was burning painfully, I sat up and the fabric of a bikini top slipped down my arms. As I looked at the material in my lap, I noticed I was wearing the matching bottom as well. Multiple straps held the tiny triangle that barely covered my manhood.



As I looked around for my own swimwear, I noticed that all my stuff was gone, as were the three girls. They left me behind in a tiny bikini and the chair I was on. Even my large towel was gone, replaced by a tiny pink one, under my butt. That's when I heard a wolf whistle.



That had to be Sophie, was my first thought, having fun at my expense. But it was a guy, looking at me, his erection clearly visible in his swim pants. What the fuck? “Nice tan, babe”, he yelled at me.



When I looked down at my chest, I knew immediately what he meant. The straps and cups of the bikini top were clearly visible as the only skin on my chest that was not reddish. In an awkward move of modesty I pulled the top itself back up to cover my white “breasts”.



“Thanks for sharing, babe”, was the guy's reaction, as he moved on. I figured I was better off with the top on, but I struggled connecting the straps together at my back. Luckily, one of the little hooks caught, and the pink top sat solid on my chest, covering the white skin perfectly. As a matter of fact, the color almost blended with my pink skin. The cups stood out though, thanks to significant padding in the cups.



I started panicking now. What was worse? The contours of the bikini top visible on my flat chest? Or the top blending with the rest of my skin, but with small breasts in the cups? It was then that I noticed the small mirror in the sand next to me. It belonged to my girlfriend. As I took it up, and opened it, a piece of paper fell out.



I held the paper down with my foot, as I looked at myself in the mirror. The damn women had made up my face while I slept, and even changed my man bun into a high ponytail. I looked like a damn girl myself now.



I grabbed the paper from the sand and started reading. “Dear Jocelyn. Hope you like what we did to your face. You're one of us now. We got a call from a few friends so we met up with them on Cherry beach. It's just a mile down the beach, just keep the water on your left. We took the car and moved all your stuff as well, so all you have to bring is the chair. And the mirror of course. See you soon, my love! Sophie”



I was mad! But I had to laugh a bit as well. They'd played a seriously good prank on me, no denying. Which meant that I could play an even better prank on her. On them! I would have to think good about that. How to outprank them?



As I was getting up, I tried to pull the ponytail out, but somehow the rubber band that held it was tangled in my hair. I soon gave up, they got me with that one as well. And I made a bet with myself that they used water proof makeup on me, that they always carry to the beach. It would not come off by simply dipping in the water.



As I started to fold up the beach chair, I realized that the small towel they had left me wasn't even a towel. It was a pink beach skirt. And as my own manhood was clearly visible now under the tiny piece of fabric, I wrapped the skirt around my hips to hide it. I guess I was all in now.



They had even taken my slippers, and the sand was hot under my feet. I had to run to the shoreline to get some relief in the wet sand. And thus I started my walk to Cherry beach, thinking of the best ways for revenge.



After about ten minutes I could feel goosebumps on my arms, as a warning for something, but what? For the first time I looked around and I saw the guy from a bit ago, who had called me “babe”. There were two friends with him, and they all looked longingly at me. I suddenly felt very vulnerable.



I looked around and realized this was an unpopular part of the beach, due to lots of large rocks on the sand. Looking left and right I saw no other people. But farther away from the water, towards some dunes, between some serious boulders, I saw where these guys had set up their wind screens and chairs.



“Need some help with that chair?” It was the same guy that talked to me earlier. I was suddenly very aware that if I answered, it better be in a female voice, or who knows what they would do to me. Luckily my voice never dropped much in my teenage years, so instead of trying a deeper voice like I normally did, I should use my natural voice.



“Not needed, but thanks”, I replied friendly, and I started walking again. But the two other guys stepped in my way. “Excuse me”, I said, trying to keep the fear from my voice, but resulting in an even higher pitch.



Number one spoke again, still casual, but I could hear a threat. “You look very thirsty, babe. Why don't you come over and have a drink with us?” The truth was, I was incredibly thirsty, my last drink was a few sips from my beer, before I fell asleep. Seeing no way past them, I said “Sure”.



There was a narrow path through the rocks, which suggested they came here more often. At the same time I realized that nobody would see me from the beach, once behind those wind screens.



The guy behind me had my chair, effectively blocking my way back, and there was no way on my bare feet to climb across the rocks. I was fucked, and I wondered if that was my destiny.



They had a nice setup, I have to say, hidden from the wind and any curious eye. They had a table set up, and it looked like a poker game going on. Three beers were set, the condense on the cool bottles very visible. And although I knew I needed one, I asked politely for water.



They had all of one water bottle in the cooler, and as they handed it to me, I took small sips, organizing my thoughts. They wanted me to join their game, as their friend still hadn't shown up. I told them I couldn't, as my own friends were waiting.



That didn't impress them much, so I said I didn't know how to play. I was not to worry, they'd teach me. Finally I said I had no money, which was the truth, as the damn Sophie had taken my phone that held my cards and some cash.



Again they had a solution, I could borrow some from them. And if I would lose it, they could come up with some ideas for me to pay them back. I declined, but they left me no choice, and thus I sat down with seventy five dollars, in ones and fives.



It was almost funny, the way they taught me the game, I'd lose my money in no time. Thank God I knew the game, and a few tricks. And soon I had more than a hundred dollars.



With no more water left they handed me a beer, and I savored the drink. They went twice as fast as me, but when I was on my third, I felt a bit of a buzz, realizing this beer had quite the alcohol content. I made a few mistakes, and my money dwindled below my original seventy five.



That's when I got a hand that looked very strong, and soon Hank and Billy Bob folded, but John, the “babe” guy, either had a very good hand as well, or he was bluffing. With my last dollar I called his bluff, and he beat my hand. I knew I was in trouble, as all three cheered.



They felt that if I took my top off and showed them my breasts, like John had seen already, sort of, it would be worth the money I owed them. But I knew I had nothing to show for, and it would give me away. They deliberated and came to the following conclusion.



They figured a blow job was worth fifty dollars. So, they'd lend me another seventy five, but if I'd lose it again, I'd give each of them a bj. Yet, if I won the other seventy five back, we'd call it even. Either way, they'd let me on my way again.



At least they weren't the “monsters” I had thought they were, with knives and guns, so I believed they'd keep their word. Best case, I'd lost some time, but I wasn't thirsty any more. Worst case, I'd give a bj, and needed another beer to wash away the taste.



For the year that I had known Sophie, she had given me a bj once. I liked it very much, but then she kissed me, with my junk still in her mouth. I had mixed feelings about the taste. I didn't puke on the slimy stuff, but I didn't like it either, and I swallowed it quickly. I never asked for another bj.



I figured it was better though than the alternative, that was them finding out I was a guy. And so I agreed. I managed to get up to one forty, but then in just three rounds I lost it all. I was indeed fucked.



I mentally put myself in the position that Sophie was in at the time. She had no hesitation in giving me the blow job. As a girl it's maybe a normal thing, to help your man out, like when you have your period.



Yes, I was Jocelyn, a girl having her period. Giving a bj to a friend was nothing to worry about. Two or three was maybe excessive, but Jocelyn could handle it. I wasted no time and sat on my knees in front of John, and pulled his swimwear down. His dick slapped my face.



I wrapped my hands around it, and for the first time I realized my nails were bright red. Quite sexy actually, a woman wrapping her hands like that around a dick. With my mind set on this vision I wrapped my lips around the head of this manhood.



Maybe Jocelyn was a bit of a slut, and she bobbed her mouth on the dick, that quickly grew harder. The taste wasn't too bad, salty mainly, like he had been swimming in the ocean earlier. He moaned a bit, which gave me the confidence I was doing things right. Or Jocelyn was. With my tongue teasing him, I took it deeper. I kept my hand still around it though, so I could prevent it from hitting my throat.



In my mind I had to laugh. Jocelyn would probably take the whole thing into her throat, the slut she was, but I was not ready for that. With just my hand and my tongue I could get my man off. And when I heard him cry out, I prepared for his load.



It was almost funny. The amount that Sophie had shared with me at the time was more than what I had sucked from this dick. It hardly changed the salty taste I had in my mouth already, and in seconds I swallowed the junk.



His soft member pulled away, and I slowly let go of it, still putting up a show. This was the easiest fifty I had ever made. John was very happy. “Thanks babe” was all he could say.



Hank was already rock hard when I took him in, and he lasted less than a minute. He filled my mouth up completely and I could feel some escape through my lips,  as I swallowed as much as I could. When he pulled away, I put up a show of wiping the bit from my chin, and sucking my finger clean. I more and more became the slut that Jocelyn was.



And that was needed when it was Billy Bob's turn. He was much bigger, and he kept his hands on the back of my head. As his monster started tickling the back of my throat, I kept repeating my mantra. “I am Jocelyn and I'm a slut. I'm Jocelyn and I can handle this. I'm Jocelyn and I like this.”



It's amazing how mind goes over matter. With my mantra in my head, my throat loosened up, and without gagging I took his whole meat, his balls squeezing against my chin. He was actually jee-hawing like he was riding a bull. My hands were now on his butt, as I pulled him into me, and he had no chance. His junk sprayed straight into my tummy, as a matter of fact, hardly any came back in my mouth. I sucked his whole length clean, as he finally pulled out. Apparently I was the best fuck he ever had.



I took the beer bottle he still had in his hands, and drained it in one gulp. Mission completed! The guys were actually sincere as they told me they were here all the time, and any time I needed some money, they'd take a bj from me. Hah, like that's gonna happen ever again…



It was then that Rex appeared. He must have been the guy they'd been waiting for, as they were all cheering, calling out his name, although it could have been just for the large cooler he had brought. But Rex had only eyes for me.



He was huge! I'm just 5 ft 6 myself, probably why it was so easy for these guys to accept I was a girl. But Rex was easily a head bigger than me, I guessed him at 6 ft 8. With bulging muscles in arms like trunks. His face was friendly, nothing like his buddies at first. And in his deep voice he asked me who I was.



I told him I was Jocelyn and that I had been on my way to my friends. For some reason, not even clear to me, I gave a slightly different version of the truth. That I had asked them for some water, and ended up playing poker with them, and we were just finished. I could see the relief in their eyes and I knew they owed me now.



“You are burned”, he noticed, “let's fix that first.” And he took a bottle from his cooler, showing it was sunscreen and skin repair. I wanted to take it from him, but he just smiled, and squeezed a large glob in his hand. As he started rubbing the stuff on my arms, he told his buddies to give us some privacy. They left, with a ball, toward the water, without protest, clearly used to taking his orders.



The stuff was cold, giving me instant goosebumps on my arms, but then I realized the relief it gave to my itching skin, and a soft moan escaped from my throat. He took that as an agreement, and moved to my shoulders and my back. And even though my back wasn't burned, the cold creme was simply a blessing. His big hands were softly massaging my skin, and I realized I started getting aroused. Trying with all my might to keep my erection down, I concentrated on being Jocelyn, who of course had no dick. But Jocelyn licked her lips, as he moved to the badly damaged front of my body, and she may have whispered “oh god” a few times.



He never touched anything that would give me away, although he got close, when he saw the red under my skirt as well. He carefully massaged it there as well, without lifting up the skirt, but not getting too close to my crotch. Jocelyn, the slut however kept softly moaning from the cool relief he kept providing. And finally, he worked on my face and neck, and for the first time in my life I was happy that I never had much hair growth there, or anywhere on my body so to say. That's why on my head I kept my hair longer than the average guy, probably to compensate for the lack elsewhere.



When he was done, I didn't realize my eyes were closed, until he pushed a soft kiss on my lips. As Jocelyn I parted my lips to take more, but he'd pulled away already, the gentleman he was. I muttered a soft “thank you” instead.



Not sure what to do I started picking up my chair to leave, but Rex moved as well, simply taking the chair from me and then he took my hand in his. “Come”, he said, “I'll take you to your friends.” I started protesting, but then I realized there could be more “Johns” down the beach, and with Rex I would be safe for sure.