Date: Tue, 9 Feb 2016 22:48:02 -0800
From: Dick Peters <dickpeters378@gmail.com>
Subject: Cock Tales-9 in Bisexual-adult-youth

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Story 25: Laura and Tommy-1
Story 26: Penisia-1
Story 27: Looking up at Your Girlfriend

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Story 25: Laura and Tommy-1

laura sat on the sunny bench feeling lonely. she watched the young joggers
of both sexes run past and was amazed at how fit and beautiful they
looked.  the boys seemed like gods and the girls were breathtaking. she
never jogged in her younger days and her body never became toned like those
running past her.

as she was musing about her lack of friends and lovers of either sex, a
young man paused in front of her several feet to the side and stretched.
he moaned with pleasure as his muscles relaxed from their efforts.  he
smiled down at laura and said 'nice day isnt it'.  laura was startled at
his question, so thoroughly used to being ignored. `beautiful' she replied
but was embarrassed to be inadvertently looking directly at the swelling in
his shorts as he was peering down at her.

he had a twinkle in his eyes when he asked if he could sit down beside
her.  he extended a hand in greeting. laura scuttled over giving tommy most
of the bench. she blushed and was reluctant to look directly at him. `so,
what do you think of all these running fanatics, ummm, what is your name?'.
`laura'. `do you think they're overdoing all this running, laura?'.  `i
guess it makes them feel good' was all she could offer.  `well, thats about
right laura. that's mainly why i do it too.  of course, i work out in the
gym as well. that also makes me feel good'.

laura ventured into new territory in turning to tommy and commenting `i can
see that you work out. you look like a model' she blushed, hardly believing
she said that `... or something' she added trailing off and feeling a bit
foolish'.  tommy laughed `well, most likely i would be in the `or
something' category but i take your comment as a complement.  if you want
to see what a model looks like at my gym, you can visit `Muscles Unbound'
over on Grant avenue. thats where i work out'. `i think i would die of
embarrassment', laura responded, almost laughing at the concept.

tommy leaned back on the bench spreading his legs and stretching.  `i think
it would be fun to have you come over there with me laura.  it would be
nice to get an opinion from somebody outside the scene'.  'what kind of a
opinion, er ah...' 'tommy' 'what kind of an opinion tommy?'.  'well for
instance, would someone like yourself enjoy visiting and watching the guys
working out.  many of us including myself, are, to be frank,
exhibitionists.  we enjoy showing off for each other but would also like to
have women come by to, well lets see, to umm vet our performances as body
builders and models and the like.'

tommy laughed at the absurdity of the idea but was hoping to be persuasive
to laura.  the thought of having this shy older woman visit the gym full of
his homo erotic muscle friends was a real turn-on.  the fact that those
other gym rats might not welcome the idea did not deter him.

'i guess i'll have to think it over tommy.  just the thought of it makes me
nervous'.

`no rush laura. its a rad kind of idea, i agree, and i wouldnt want you to
come if it would be uncomfortable for you. on another subject laura, i was
wondering, and you dont have to tell me if you dont want to but i was
wondering when was the last time you were with a man?'

laura was stumped by the question, mostly at the intrusive character of the
inquiry but also because she could barely even recall her last sexual
encounter with a man without some effort.

tommy noticed laura's hesitation.  `sorry about that question laura but i
do find you rather attractive and, well, ah, somewhat mysterious.  i always
find that quality in a woman appealing'.

laura was dumbfounded at the startling turn of the conversation.  though
unable to say anything, she found herself being aroused by tommy's  body
and his questions.  she noticed, not altogether discretely, that his
maleness had become quite a bit more prominent under the skintight thinness
of his lycra jogging outfit.

tommy noticed her distraction and the blush in her cheeks. he stood up next
to laura and paused for a few moments with his swelling sexuality so close
to her face. he reached down his hand and said `come with me laura. i want
to show you something'.

laura hesitated, her heart palpitating. finally, not knowing what else to
do, she stood up and tommy took her hand.

`i think you'll enjoy this, tommy said smiling seductively, leading her
into the bushes behind the bench.


Story 26: Penisia-1

it is a town with no physical or sexual violence. it is ruled by principles
of feminism and male sexual objectification.  while female beauty is highly
celebrated and valued, most iconic images are of boys and men in erotic
display. transgenderd motifs are popular with both males and females.

the climate of penisia is consistently temperate which encourages
provocative public dress and undress. females often wear micro miniskirts
or (panty less) crotch hugging shorts.  low cut blouses, sometimes  with
pink erected nipples peeking out the edges are familiar sites. mutually
infatuated moms and daughters holding hands are a frequent stimulating
diversion  particularly when they pause out of sheer lesbiansestual
affection and tongue  kiss each other as pedestrians pass and stare at the
beauty of it all.

one pair of admirers might be twin 11 year olds robby and sam who had
frequently seen their mother ariel and sister miranda, embrace each other
with equally uninhibited passion. the boys themselves loved to engage in
kissing each other and delighted in watching others do it.  on this day,
robby and sam were dressed (or more accurately  undressed) only in thongs.
they decided to make a fashion statement.  robbys penis was prominently
pointed to the left under the silky fabric and one of his cute little
balls, the left one, was pulled out and resting snuggly and nakedly tucked
next to his thong.  sams boy parts went in the opposite direction, to the
right. Occasionally, the boys would slightly curve themselves into each
other causing their genitals to bump against each other. For a few seconds
they would rub them together, thong on thong, while flirting with passers
by.  the click of smart phone cameras accompanied their gleeful misbehavior.

a popular store for adolescents and their mothers was called 'Pretty Little
Things'.  it specialized in cute and sexy clothes and accessories for the
young, mostly for the pre-teen set. many of the pictures on the walls
showed variations on scenes of boys in tiny shorts, thongs and bikinis
(sold in the store) who were being ogled by pre teen girls giggling
together as they looked at the young Adonis's from curious but provocative
angles.

the twins recognized the photographic style of Angela Petersen, a local
phallusly oriented artisan for whom the boys had posed on several
occasions.  much to their delight they noticed one of the PLT photos showed
the two of them bouncing happily on a trampoline while holding hands.  the
photo managed to catch them from below highlighting  their snuggly fitting
and fashionable Boyfit thongs. the outlines of their genitals in the thongs
was not left to the imagination.

the boys started looking through the lingerie section where a sensual group
of pretty youngsters was checking out the merchandise..  all the boys were
femme looking and flirting madly with sam and robby while running their
fingers through silky panties and starter bras.  One of the boys came up to
the twins and pointed at the their large poster.   `is that you?' he asked,
his eyes wide with reverence.  sam, the more aggressive of the twins,
responded illusively `well. do you think they're cute?' and pointed at the
picture. he leaned forward and touched it at the location where the boys
barely concealed penises were only inches apart.

While the pretty twin boys were cavorting through Pretty Little Things, the
Peterson family was on the freeway driving to their new home in Penisia.
Driving was Andrew, the father of Billie who was sitting next to him.  In
back were Sofia, andrews wife  and their daughter dora.  They were looking
forward to the new town which they knew was completely suited to their
style of life.

A highlight of the day was that this was billie's first day as a girl.
Ever since their son's birth, andrew and sophia had known that billy was
actually a girl with male genitalia.  although the entire family had been
obsessed by his aesthetically trimmed penis, they all recognized that it
was attached to a young creature otherwise embodying the physical and
emotional characteristics of a pre-adolescent  female. in spite of this,
billie retained a consistent buzz of phallic eroticism which seemed to form
a central motif of her budding childhood.

i'm excited moving to penisia, daddy, billie said. andrew glanced over and
noticed that  as girlyfied as bille was, she was still manifesting a
familiar arousal beneath the hem of  her mini-skirt which had been pushed
upward to reveal a fingering inspired bulging in her silky panties.  the
definition of billie's sexual parts and her teasing manipulations inspired
andrew to reciprocate by, while still driving, zipping down his pants and
with a deft thrusting of his hips, popping out a mouth watering boner.
billie's whimper of  pleasure at the sight of such a familiar play toy
inspired dora to whisper 'mom.  it looks like daddy and billie are going to
do it again!'.  sophia bent over billies seat back as billie leaned across,
took his daddies bobbing priapic organ in his mouth and proceeded to
fellate the paternal member as andrew laughed and steadied his hands on the
drivers wheel.

'honey' sohpia said to andrew `maybe you should pull over until billie
finishes'

andrew snorted gleefully. `sophia, darling. billie and I have done this
many times before.  its no problem.  isnt that so billie'.

billies nodding agreement synchronized with the movements of his head up
and down on andrews penis.

dora added her usual insult  to the activity `boys are such dickheads'.

but andrew was right.  several minutes after billies competent beginning,
andrew gave a preliminary shout, billie pulled off the juicy object of his
ministrations and andrew emitted a quanta of manly spume, gripped tightly
on the steering wheel during multiple ejaculatory spasms  and ended with a
deep and redemptive sigh.

only minutes later, their car, a somewhat beaten up and interiorly soggy
Volvo puttered to a stop in from of Pretty Little Things , the kiddy play
store in  penisia in which twins Sam and robby were at that very moment
kissing each other in a form of mutual tongue masturbation in response to
the urging from a clutch of awesomely cute pre-teen girls who had dared
them to show how twin boys love each other.


Story 27: Looking up at Your Girlfriend

sally sits on the bed, her legs spread. you run your hands up her sheer
stockinged thighs to the base of her bulging thong. you hook your thumb
under one edge of the sheer fabric and pull it aside slowly. the lower stem
of her erecting penis emerges gradually as one nudely shaved ball and then
the next pops out from her thong, eliciting several feminine oooo's from
her and yourself.  the pink orbs are breathtaking but you are compelled to
continue sliding the thong farther aside revealing more phallic beauty.
finally, after a slight catch as the thong encounters the flared underside
of her cock head, her penis briefly pushes on the silky fabric one last
second and then thrusts out and up, quivering from side to side in full
exhibitionistic glory before settling in an uninhibited erectile pose
inches from your face. your moist tongue instinctively reaches out for a
taste of the liquid drops oozing sweetly from the unpuckered pee hole.

the swaying of sallys erect penis before your wide, eyelinerd baby doll
blue eyes has an almost hypnotic affect on you. you feel almost in a dream
world in which sallys penis, balls and smooth silky stockinged thighs
completely occupy your perceptual and cognitive functions. its as if your
sole desire was to make love to her beautiful sexual parts with your eyes,
hands, mouth, lips, tongue. you look up and see her sultry eyes gazing down
at you in a lust so pure and demanding that you have no power but to submit.

your tongue slides delicately over the taught skin of her glans. it feels
silky and warm and overwhelming in its sexual beauty. you've always been
obsessed with the sensuality of the penis head. your own has spent hundreds
of hours being manipulated, coddled, fondled and worshiped by yourself and
others. you have pressed your penis head against mirrors, rubbing it
against its own image in self incestuous caresses, the tiny opening at the
tip kissing itself on the cool surface.

and now,  sallys pretty face above you, her wide eyes gazing down at you,
is full of lust and exhibitionistic passion. she spreads her legs even
wider and leans back to display her sexuality even  fuller as your tongue
traverses the most intimate remnant of her former pre-transitioned self.
your eyes look up and you feel a hypnotic submission to her swelling and
surging phallic demands.  sally reaches down and takes your face in her
hands.  her look is one of total dominance.  she pulls you in between her
silky stockinged  thighs and slowly rubs your face over her penis and
balls, twisting it gently back and forth. every part of your face becomes a
canvas for her penile brush. her balls tickle your lips, your nose, your
cheeks as they rub in circles over your face. her penis is thrust
beautifully above you virtually covering your field of vision.

finally, sally slides her penis slowly down your forehead, between your
eyes, down on top of your nose, pauses there to nudge her swollen glans
back and forth over it while lightly tapping it. finally her penis comes to
your upper lip, rubs over it from side to side. 'dont begin sucking me
until i tell you little boy' she says. she moves her penis to the slight
opening between your moist lips. she pauses it there and says `look me in
the eyes'. her gaze extends for so long you almost faint from thwarted
desire. the skin of her penis head becomes irresistible to your tongue
waiting just outside of your panting mouth.

almost before you are aware of it, sallys beautiful penis, which has begun
teasing and making flirtations love to your lips, presses forward.  `now
baby boy' she whispers.  take me into your mouth.