“Shit!” Morgan muttered through clenched teeth. “Don’t swallow!” Her cock suddenly started bursting in my mouth. That soft, warm sweetness was pooling up on my tongue—and her cumshot seemed to be endless. I was worried that I would spit it all out if I didn’t swallow it; it had to go somewhere, after all. I wasn’t sure it was all going to fit in my mouth.
I tried to breath in through my nose, but my airway was apparently blocked. I could feel my face turning red. Luckily, she pulled her cock out from my mouth and put her hand in front of my lips. “Spit it out—gently into my hand.” I spat her three ounces of cum. I couldn’t believe how much white goo there was!
“Now stand up,” she said. So I stood up. “Get your cock out.” I followed that command as well. I was already hard. How could I not be hard after sucking such a beautiful cock for the last five minutes? She reached down and spread her warm load all over my rod. I looked into her eyes and saw that she was smiling with glowing excitement. She was enjoying this—maybe even more than me, though that was hard to believe.
Once my cock was coated with her ooze, she spun around and bent over the kitchen table. “You can use your hands now. Feel free to take out the toy.”
I tugged down her panties and then I carefully grabbed the base of the toy that was in her ass. I started to twist it as I pulled it out. I was expecting an inch or two of toy—but the toy just kept coming. It was so long! She had a whole nine inches of vibrating dildo in her ass. The tip came out suddenly with a little squish sound. I held the heavy dildo up and stared at it with wide eyes. I didn’t know how to turn off the vibrating. Morgan reached back and grabbed it from me. She located the little button and then she placed it down on the table, so that anyone who came up those stairs would see it and probably assume that it was inside of me at some point.
Once again, I looked over at that doorway.
“Get it in me while it’s still warm,” she said, referring to her own cum. The finish line was close and the girls downstairs were still quiet and seemingly unmoved. I was feeling a little bit more confident, though I was worried that my back door pumping would make Morgan scream.
But the fear of being caught wasn’t nearly enough to stop me from pressing my tip against that gaping hole. She squirmed her bum slightly as I pressed her own load against her rim. I couldn’t see her face, but I could feel that she was smirking, excited to be plugged. I held her hips firmly and then I started to press in.
I managed to penetrate her with a little pop. She gasped, clenched, and then she relaxed, so I continued sinking in deeper. I looked down and watched as my cock disappeared into her impressive deep asshole. But the sight was missing something…
I reached around and grabbed her beautiful cock. I pulled it down, so it was hanging between her legs instead of resting up on the table where I couldn’t see it. Now that it was in my line of sight, I felt satisfied. I was ready to fuck her like a wild animal and leave her dripping with my hot cum.
I sunk deeper and deeper and deeper, until my entire shaft was inside of her. She was still the only chick who could take the whole thing. I revelled inside of her for just a moment, and then I started pumping her, sloshing her own warm jizz around in her bum. She clenched a few times, but it wasn’t enough to stop me from fucking her. I was getting faster with every passing second—pounding harder with each deep penetration. I turned my shaft slightly until I found that soft sweet spot that made her legs tremble. I wasn’t sure if it was possible for her to get off again so quickly, but I made it my mission to try.
I slammed my rod into that soft spot while she moaned—louder and louder. I kept looking up at that doorway, every time I heard even the slightest creak. But I wasn’t sure that anything would be able to stop me. Even if my sister appeared in that doorway, I wasn’t sure I would be able to stop. It just felt so good—unlike any hole I’d ever fucked before. It was like that hole was made for my cock. It was the perfect fit: the perfect tightness with the perfect amount of clenching at all the perfect times.
The blissfulness became too powerful. I tried to hold back, but I ended up coming deep in her boy pussy. I rammed down hard and came deep, filling her up fully before pulling out to watch my cum ooze out. But before my cum came out, I noticed the streaks of cum on the kitchen floor. I’d done it! I made her come a second time in just a matter of minutes!
The kitchen was a mess, but that was fine. I didn’t mind spending the next twenty minutes or so cleaning up.
I looked back up to her asshole. It was shut, as if she was clenching it tight, not letting my creampie out. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“Waiting for you to put your head down,” she said. “On your back—and open your mouth.”
“Are you crazy?” I hushed.
“What’s that? You want me to speak louder?” she said, raising her voice. My heart pounced and throbbed.
“Fine! Fine!” I carefully laid myself down on the floor. She crouched over me, with her bum over my face and her hole over my lips.
“Ready? Got that mouth open?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said reluctantly. I opened my mouth, and then she opened up her asshole. I got a big taste of my own work for the second time that day. And in that moment, I decided with certainty that her cum tasted better than mine—a lot better. In fact, if I were ever going to eat cum again, it would only be hers.
She stood up and giggled as she slipped her panties back up. “That was fun,” she said. “I never thought you would be the kind of guy to do that.”
The comment made me freeze. I suddenly remembered that she was someone I knew, and I still didn’t know who she was. But now, she was alluding to knowing me—alluding to that past life when she was a man. I stared at her and tried again to place her. She had a familiarity to her, but I couldn’t figure out how.
So I just asked. “Who are you? I mean—who were you before you… you know?”
She shrugged her shoulders and giggled. Then her smile suddenly started to fade. “Wait. I thought you knew,” she said.
I shook my head. “Should I know?” I asked.
“Didn’t your sister tell you?”
“No. Why? Who are you?” I asked. I could feel my body trembling all over. I could tell from her frightened eyes that I wasn’t going to like the answer. “Tell me.”
“I’m Morgan,” she said. “But I was Parker. Remember?”
And then that familiarity suddenly made sense. The girl standing in front of me was indeed Parker—a guy I’d gone to school with for years. And how did I not see it before? She had the same eyes and the same nose and the same lips… She hardly even looked different. Parker had been close to me. He used to come to my birthday parties when I was a little kid. We’d drifted apart a little bit in high school, but we would still end up at a lot of the same parties together.
But it didn’t make sense. I’d just seen him at graduation six weeks before, and he was a man. Though now I remembered that he had his long hair tied into a man-bun. And he wore that baggy shirt, probably to cover up the breasts he was hiding. And when was the last time I talked to him?
My stomach groaned. The last time I talked to him was at my house, when he came with a few of my other friends, hoping to get in to hang out with my sister and her friends. I turned him away, along with the rest of them. But then Parker came back and I caught him spying on me through my window, watching me while I fucked one of my sister’s sexy buddies.
But Parker wasn’t watching the sexy chick’s tits bouncing up and down—apparently he was watching me.
“Oh my God,” I said.
“I thought you knew,” she said. Now I couldn’t look at her face. Now I could only see Parker.
“I’m going to go to bed. Do me a favour and delete those pictures from your phone.”
She didn’t reply as I left the kitchen. I planned on coming back down to clean up, once I knew Morgan was back in the basement—asleep and out of my way. I couldn’t believe what I’d done. I hadn�
��t just sucked a random tranny’s cock. I’d sucked the cock of my own long-time friend.
CHAPTER VIII
It was the most gut-turning conclusion to my sister’s sleepover party tradition. And it was so terribly unfortunate. Sex with Morgan was fun—it was more than fun—it was exhilarating. In fact, I wasn’t sure I’d ever had better sex in my life. But to think that it was with Parker—the short, skinny, quiet kid that would come to my birthday parties and say nothing until his parents picked him up.
I felt sick. When I was with Morgan—before I knew her true identity—it didn’t feel like I was with a man, even when I was sucking her cock. But now that I knew that she was Parker, I couldn’t stop thinking that I’d repeatedly fucked a man in the ass—and I’d eaten his cum, and my own cum from out of his asshole. I got up and rushed over to the bathroom so that I could wash my mouth out with a big mouthful of mouthwash.
I don’t know how I managed to fall asleep that night, but I did end up falling asleep with the image of naked Parker on my mind. I woke up with that same image on my mind, and beads of cold sweat on my forehead as if I’d had nightmares all night. Thankfully, I couldn’t remember any of them. I sat up slowly from my bed, and then I nearly had a heart attack when I realized someone was sitting on the foot of my bed—and not just someone: Morgan.
She was looking at me with a sad look on her face. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“What are you doing in here? Get out before my sister sees you!” I said.
“I just wanted to apologize. I really didn’t know that you didn’t know who I was.”
“Of course I didn’t know,” I snapped. “Do you really think that I would have done all of that stuff if I knew?”
She stared at me with that same sad look. “I don’t know. I guess that is what I thought,” she said.
I felt the strangest wave of guilt wash over me, but I fought it away. “You do know that I’m not Parker anymore—right?” she said. “That’s all behind me.”
“That may not be your name, but that was you all those years. You were always that kid that I have in my mind. You came to my birthday parties and we failed tests together and we even moved schools together in the eight grade—remember? Those memories don’t just disappear because you got some tits and changed your name.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “But what difference does it make? You don’t let your memory of the girls from our school stop you from getting intimate with them. And I’m assuming you don’t look at them and see the children that we went to elementary school with. You see them as grown up. Those memories are just… memories.”
I felt my heart plunge into my stomach. She had a good point. Ellen was a chubby girl covered in pimples until the twelfth grade—then she suddenly showed up with a clear face and a thin body (and big tits). Every guy wanted to fuck her. It’s not like that old image of her greasy skin and wide cheeks stopped anyone—myself included—from fantasizing about her.
But was Morgan’s situation not different? Pimples and extra weight are one thing—but what about a cock? She still had that cock as a matter of fact! But I liked that cock. I could get hard by just thinking about it… Maybe the cock is a bad example. But if not the cock, then what? The voice? The short hair? The name? What was really holding me back?
Morgan looked down at my bed, looking defeated. And in that moment, I knew exactly what was holding me back: my reputation. Guys wouldn’t make fun of me if I hooked up with Ellen in her current state. They wouldn’t make fun of me for hooking up with a chick that used to be ugly, or a girl who once had the voice of a boy. But they would make fun of me for hooking up with a chick who used to be a guy. Why? Because that was just the society we lived in. That was just the way things were. Traps were taboo and guys were supposed to conform to a certain standard.
The image of Parker was already becoming fuzzy in my head. I could look at Morgan and see Morgan: a girl with a cute face and a killer body. Sure, I could still see hints of Parker, but somehow I knew that those hints were fading. Just like with that old image of Ellen—no one thought of that chubby, pimply-faced girl when they heard the name Ellen… Maybe during the first few weeks of that final year of school. But everyone got used to it. And maybe I would get used to Morgan. Maybe everyone would get used to her eventually. Or maybe not…
Or maybe it didn’t matter what anyone else thought. Most of my friends had already moved away for college, not that it mattered.
“Look at me,” I said.
She looked up slowly. “What is it?” she asked.
“Come here.” I waved her over. She hesitated, and then she crawled up my bed, still keeping a bit of distance in case I was about to take a swing at her. “Closer,” I said, and then she hesitated again. But once she was close enough, I kissed her. I pressed my lips against hers and puckered up. Her eyes were suddenly wide with shock. It took her a few seconds to kiss back.
“W—What was that for?” she asked after I pulled my head back.
“I don’t know. I guess because I like you,” I said.
“You what?”
“Maybe this could work,” I said. “I’m not really sure how it will work, or what people will say, but maybe it’s worth a shot.”
“You want to… give me a shot?” she said.
“Don’t you?” I asked.
Her eyes widened and she nodded her head quickly. “Yeah, of course I do. I just—I thought you were going to smack me. I didn’t think you would kiss me. I mean—did you just kiss me? Did we just kiss? What about your sister? Aren’t you worried about what she’ll think?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “She’s kind of a bitch. I don’t really care what she thinks to be honest.”
Morgan smiled, showing off that adorable smile that made my heart flutter. Then I reached down and slipped my fingers up her skirt. I yanked her panties to the side so that her cock was out. Then I flipped up her skirt so that her cock was in the open. I looked down at it before adjusting myself so that our cocks were pressed firmly together.
“If I start pumping, who will come first do you think?” I asked with a grin.
“Me,” she said. “I might even come twice before you come. I kind of have a coming problem.”
“I’m not sure that I would call that a problem,” I said with a chuckle. Both of our cocks were becoming hard at a rapid pace. I could feel her shaft throbbing against my shaft, and I’m sure she could feel me throbbing as well.
“Shit,” she said with a crooked grin. “I think I’m already close.”
“I’m ready for it,” I said. I clenched my grip and pumped faster.
THE END
BOYS HAVING FUN
Peter finds himself infatuated with a beautiful girl at the club. She’s got everything he’s ever wanted. Now he just needs to build up the courage to ask her out. He comes close a few times, but his anxiety gets the better of him. It isn’t until she’s walking out that he realizes he’ll never get another chance, so he follows her home, trying to catch up while building up that necessary courage.
Then she turns and walks into a familiar apartment building: Dave’s building. Dave is Peter’s long-time best friend and he lives in the garden-level suite around back. So Peter slips around back, hoping his friend is still up. And that’s when he sees the beautiful girl from the club in Dave’s living room window.
CHAPTER I
She was just my type: short, cute, bubbly, and always with a smile on her face—and she was alone. I’d had my eye on her for almost an hour, since the moment she walked into that club and headed straight for the dance floor.
I thought about asking her to dance a number of times—whenever I saw her leaning over the bar to get a new drink. I loved the way her strawberry blonde hair rolled down her shoulders. I always had a thing for ginger girls, though I suspected her hair was dyed that colour. It was too perfect to be real.
I got close to approaching her at one point in the night, but once I got within fifteen
feet of her cute little body, my joints started to tense up. My mind started to spin and I suddenly forgot whatever it was I planned on saying. I’d never been good at talking to girls. In fact, I’d never talked to a girl before outside of a classroom setting—unless you count the secretary at the office I worked at, but she was fifty-two with a prosthetic leg and a chain-smoking problem, so I’m not sure that necessarily counts. My best friend, Dave, was always telling me that I just needed to bite my tongue and start approaching chicks. “Just say anything. The more you talk to them, the easier it will get,” he had said to me just a few days before. But it was easier said than done.
I think it was her perfume that was really holding me back. Every time I caught a waft of it, my heart started to throb and I realized that the girl was out of my league. Then, once she was back on the other end of the club, my confidence would start to rise again. “I can do this,” I would tell myself. So I would start to slowly approach again, and then my self-esteem would quickly fizzle away as soon as I could see the green of her big flashing eyes. Maybe girls like her weren’t meant for guys like me.
I wasn’t the only guy checking her out. There were some serious fit, seriously tall, and seriously handsome dudes looking her way. When I made my third approach, a guy who looked a little bit like David Beckham swooped in and nestled up close to her. I told myself that he was the reason that third attempt failed—but let’s be honest: I was probably going to puss out anyway.
But how could I not feel overwhelmed? She was wearing a tiny green dress, which hardly covered her perfect ass. She had tall leather boots on her legs, hugging her skin tightly. When she danced, the skirt of her green dress swayed from side to side, occasionally lifting up just enough that I could catch a glimpse of the underside of her tush: those perfectly round cheeks that I just wanted to bury my face in.
I was at the club with a friend from work: a guy named Larry. It was around 10:00 PM when Larry tapped me on the shoulder and said, “Why don’t you go dance with her?” Apparently my infatuation with the girl was obvious. I felt my face turn red and I laughed, pretending like I didn’t know what he was talking about.
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