Date: Mon, 4 Jul 2011 19:53:26 +0100
From: Never Less <neverless1972@gmail.com>
Subject: Xander's Nocturnal Adventures

Xander's Nocturnal Adventure

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I do not own BtVS or, its characters, they belong to others. I am not making
any money from this story.

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Eighteen year old Xander Harris looked in the mirror. He looked beautiful,
with his make-up and his hair curled he looked, if not like a young lady, at
least close enough to be mistaken in low light and at a distance. He had
carefully shaved, so apart from his head there was not a hair anywhere on
his body. Not that anyone would have been able to tell, he had dressed
conservatively -- a blouse and cardigan on top, a knee length skirt and
pantyhose below. The only concession to sluttiness were his silk panties,
within which his seven-inch cock strained.

Yes, Xander Harris had a secret. Ever since he was little he had liked to
dress up and fantasise he was a woman. As he got older he used the money he
got from odd-jobs around the house on secretly purchasing lipstick and
skirts, hiding it all in a box beneath his bed. When he could he'd get them
out and parade round his room, whilst thinking about being balled from
behind by a well-hung stud and being made a proper `woman'. But not whilst
he was in the last year of Sunnydale High -- he was willing to face demons
and vamps, but he wasn't ready to face the catcalls and jibes of his peers.

He looked out the window. It was dusk. He slipped on his high-heels, he had
been practising in them since he was fourteen and had the walk just right, a
sexy swing of the thighs that made his ass wiggle enticingly. He took a deep
breath and picking up his handbag, headed downstairs at outside.

It was his first time he'd gone feminine outside his room. But his parents
were away and wouldn't see him leave, and it was dark enough that no-one
would recognise him at a distance (and he had no intention of letting anyone
get close), but not so dark the vamps were out.

Walking around Sunnydale Xander felt a powerful sense of release. He wished
he could be like this all the time; free, free as a bird. He was in such
bliss that he failed to notice it was getting darker and that there were
less and less passers-by as Sunnydale's living residents got themselves
indoors. In fact he didn't notice it until he turned from admiring some
shoes in a shop window and turned round into a grinning vampire.

The vamp smiled, "Now look what we got here, a cutie all dressed up for
dinner."
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At least
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, thought Xander, as he tried to push himself against the shop window,
*someone's
decided I look cute*. He closed his eyes as the vampire's mouth got closer.
The vamp's hands moved to his waist and then let go. Xander waited for the
bite.

"Xander?" it was a familiar voice, though more quizzical than normal. Xander
opened his eyes silently wishing the vamp had bit him. In front of him stood
Angel, a stake in his hand and a pile of dust at his feet, "Xander?"

"Hi," said Xander weakly. It was no use pretending to be someone else, Angel
was close enough to recognise him. He wracked his mind for an excuse for why
he was dressed like a young woman and wandering Sunnydale's streets --
nothing came to him. Instead all he could see was Angel looking at him, the
vamp exuding manliness in start contrast to Xander's sissyboy attire.

"I never thought I'd say this," said the vampire, "but Xander you look damn
attractive. Prettier than Buffy, even..."

"R... Really," said Xander. He'd always secretly fancied Angel, though in
public he felt he had to be rude in case people thought he crushed on the
dark vamp with a soul, "You think..."

"I do," Angel interrupted Xander before the eighteen year old could finish.
He stepped forward and Xander could see a large bulge in the vampire's
pants. Before Xander could say anything more Angel kissed him. Xander had
kissed before, when he'd gone out with Cordelia Chase, but they had been
either limp or slobbery and whilst he had gone through the motions they had
never done anything for him. This kiss was different, Xander could feel
himself melting in Angel's embrace, the vampire strong hands holding Xander
as his mouth opened and his tongue slipped in. Xander could feel his stomach
flop and his brain explode, more physically his cock went hard inside his
panties. The vampire pulled away, his sensitive, but strong eyes looking
over Xander to check his reaction. Slowly a smile came onto the vampire's
face as saw how much Xander had enjoyed the feeling of the vampire's mouth,
"And a good kisser. Buffy was always too possessive."

"Thanks," Xander blushed.

"Let me walk you home," said Angel, "You should know better than being out
so late in Sunnydale."

"Thanks," Xander blushed, again. We began to walk along the deserted street.
After a few paces, Angel's hand moved and slid to rest mid-way down my back.
His cock tensed in excitement, hoping for a further shift downwards, but
Angel was the perfect gentleman.

"So how long you been dressing as a girl?" he asked.

"A long time. This was my first time out," Xander said.

"I thought you were a girl at first. I clocked the vamp following you and
followed him. I admit we were both taken in by the swing of the hips. It was
only when I staked him I saw it was you. I don't think he ever knew," Angel
continued.

"Really? That's good, I'd love to be able to really pass for a woman. I
really would, I'd love to be a proper woman," Xander replied.

"In all ways?" asked Angel.

"Well, I don't think I'd like menstrual cramps. But I love being a girl, and
I'm eighteen now, so it would nice to be made a, y'know, real woman," Xander
blushed as he spoke.

"You'd make a great real woman," said Angel and Xander almost swooned at the
husky sexiness of his voice. He continued, "Before I had a soul I used to
fuck a lot, women and... `women'."

Xander's cock really did tremble, especially as Angel's fingers caressed his
back and slid a little lower. Not too low, but enough. You could have cut
the sexual tension between us with a knife as Xander asked, "So which did
you prefer, women or `women'?"

Angel laughed, "Now you're asking. I liked both."

For a few moments Xander lapsed into silence as they approached his house.
His parents would be away until tomorrow afternoon, so he had the house to
himself. He was eighteen and ready, he just hoped Angel was. They stopped at
the door and Xander pulled out the door key. He opened the door and stepped
in. He paused and looked at the sexy hunk in front of him, the dark souled
vampire was so manly standing there in black. Xander gulped, "You want to
come in?"

Angel smiled, "Unless you're planning to blow me on the porch," he stepped
in.

Xander looked at the vampire's crotch. It was large and expanded and Xander
felt a stab of lust, but also worry, "If we... y'know do it... will you become...
Angelus?"

Angel shook his head, smiling, "No, when Buffy sent me to hell that curse
was lifted. Happiness doesn't get rid of my soul." He stroked Xander's face.

Xander shut the door, "Why didn't you get back with Buffy?"

"Would you get back with the girl who stabbed you and sent you to Hell?"
said Angel.

"No," said Xander. That was enough questions, he was content. He got to his
knees in front of the vampire and undid the zip of the black jeans, followed
by the button. He pulled the pants down the vampire's thighs. The cock
sticking out Angel's boxer shorts must have been twelve inches and it was
already hard. Xander pulled down the boxers and gazed in awe at the massive
dong, it was bigger than he'd seen in any changing rooms. It made him
salivate with lust. He looked up, "Can...I" he didn't finish the sentence.

"Suck it, yes," said Angel. He ran his hand through Xander's hair as the
eighteen year old ran his tongue over the erect penis. The vampire gave a
groan of pleasure, pleasing Xander as he licked the hunk's ballsack and ran
his tongue through the pubic hair covering it. Bringing his tongue back over
the veiny member, Xander left a trail of spit.

Xander opened his mouth and slid his lipsticked lips down the prong. There
was a large moan from Angel as the teenager moved his mouth down. He stroked
Xander's head, "That's it Xander. Suck my dick. I want you to suck my dick."

Xander had never sucked a cock before and was surprised how much he enjoyed
it. There was something very sensual about giving your partner pleasure,
which made up for not getting any yourself. And there was a definite taste,
a musky with a bit of saltiness - more salt from the oozing pre-cum that
dripped into Xander's mouth. He moved deeper, taking more of the cock and
pressing it with his tongue against his cheek. Slowly he bobbed his head and
then as he heard Angel's pleasured moans he Xander moved quicker and
quicker, sucking the large cock.

"I'm gonna cum," Angel gasped in warning. Too late...

His large member exploded, sending millions of tiny (but dead) sperm
flooding into Xander's mouth. Xander gulped and swallowed, taking down as
much as he could. It tasted so great, that Xander was disappointed there
wasn't more. He licked his laps, trying to take in the cum that his mouth
hadn't been able to hold, "That was yummy..."

"Was that your first blow-job?" said Angel, "Because it was fantastic."

"It was," Xander blushed at the compliment, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I did," Angel pulled up his jeans.

Xander looked at the vampire's crotch as he stood. He had just blown Angel,
but now he wanted more "Do you want to stay?"

"And fuck your virgin butt," said the vampire, smiling, "You bet."

"Shall we go upstairs?" asked Xander. He was relieved as the vampire nodded,
taking his hand and leading him to his bedroom.

They entered. Xander turned to Angel and put his finger on his chest, "Can I
just get changed?"

"Sure, I'll wait," Angel gave a sexy smile.

Xander pulled his sissy box out of its hidden place and took it into the
bathroom. He carefully folded up what he was wearing, making a mental note
to clean the cum stain from his cardy before he wore it again. Then he
picked up his nightdress. It was silk and felt so nice against his body,
though as he put it on Xander suddenly wished he'd bought one a bit shorter
and more translucent -- but it was too late now. He touched up his lipstick,
thinking a girl must always look his best. He looked in the mirror, yes, he
was beautiful tonight...

By the time he got to his bedroom Angel was already naked and in bed. His
muscular chest was on show, but the sheets covered his lower half -- though
from the bulge he was waiting Xander with excitement. He gave a whistle as
Xander came in, "My God, Xander you really are a pretty girl. Give me a
twirl."

Xander did so, feeling the nightdress lift above his knee as he did so.
Angel grinned and patted the bed, "Come on, join me."

Xander got in, pulling the sheets up to his waist. He looked at Angel for a
moment, admiring the strong lines of his face, his sensitive eyes and
muscular body. The vampire grinned and rolled onto Xander, his mouth
pressing against the young eighteen year old. Xander could feel the hardness
of Angel's large cock pressing into him and his own was risen in response.
He groaned as Angel's lips touched his throat and chin, pushed onto his lips
and then back to slurp at his neck. Even as the vampire was kissing him his
hand was beneath Xander's nightie. He reached up and cupped his hand over
Xander's balls for a moment, giving them a sexual squeeze, before moving up
and rubbing at Xander's erect cock. The teenager groaned, "Oh yes, that's
it. I'm your good girl... I'm your good girl..."

"No, you're my woman," corrected Angel. He stopped stroking the cock, at
least with his hand, as his own erect member continued to push through the
material of the nightie and rub against Xander's prick. The teenager gave
quick gasp as Angel's finger moved and touched his asshole. The vampire with
a soul began to rub the hole, tickling it and caressing it, driving Xander
wild with excitement. He got even more excited as Angel's finger tip entered
it. The vampire smiled as he saw Xander's reaction, "Like that?" he asked.

Without waiting for an answer he pushed his finger in deeper so it reached
to his knuckle. It was both a little soar and discomforting, decided Xander,
but also exciting and erotic. He decided he could ignore the latter and
concentrate on the former, especially as he was hoping for something bigger
than the vampire's middle finger in there. He nodded, "I like..."

Angel pushed in the full-length and Xander gave a little moan, "I do like..."

"In that case," said Angel, "Turn on your front and I'll give it something
bigger."

Xander swiftly did as he was told. He felt Angel lift his nightie and leave
the hem resting on his lower back. The souled vampire's strong hands gripped
Xander's cheek and the teen felt them being gently, but firmly being pulled
apart. The tip of Angel's large cock pressed on Xander's poop chute.

"Ready?" asked the vampire.

"Yes, yes," said Xander, "I'm yours."

He almost regretted it as Angel's twelve incher started to push into his
virgin tube. It was sore and not just uncomfortable, but like having
concrete poured in, hot, warm and wet concrete. But then the cock pushed
over Xander's anal G-spot and the teen knew no matter how painful or sore it
was, it was worth it for the feeling of pleasure as the large cock
stimulated his g-spot. He gave a cry, part of pain, but mainly pleasure as
Angel continued to lower his cock down the virgin teenage shitter. Angel
continued until his prick was fully in the teen and he was lying on him. He
rubbed a strand of hair from Xander's face, "That's it. That's it in. I'll
let you get used to it for a moment. Let your asshole stretch a bit."

It was nice lying there, with Angel's prick deep within him and his muscular
body enfolding the teenager that Xander could have lay there forever.
Gradually, however, his ass got used to the cock within it and he began to
wish for greater stimulation. He shifted slightly so that he could feel the
twelve inches move within him, "I'm ready. Fuck me properly."

Angel did. His large, hard prick pounded into Xander's butt. Each thrust
went deep and over the G-spot making the teenager scream with pleasure. The
vampire slammed hard into Xander, their bodies smacking together and the
prick stretching Xander's asshole like it was rubber.

The teen loved it, he loved the explosive feelings that tore through him,
loved the feel of Angel's muscular body coming down on him, love the sweat
leaking from the vampire and soaking Xander's nightie. He loved the smell of
the vampire, a musky, manly smell. He loved the pants, grunts of exertion as
Angel rammed home and the sound of the vampire's ballsack slapping against
Xander's ass. He loved the touch of that ballsack and off Angel's lips as
the vampire kissed the back of his neck, as he paused for a second before
rising him up and slamming down. He even loved the soreness of his ass and
that as it stretched there was no discomfort, it just felt right like a key
in the lock. Xander loved it all.

And that was before he came. The cock had ploughed over his G-spot so many
times and so hard and so fast that eventually it couldn't handled the
pleasure. Xander screamed like a girl as he came, arching his back and
almost sobbing with joy. It was heaven... he was a woman.

It seemed to go on for hours and Xander would have liked it to go on for
even longer. But suddenly Angel gasped and paused. For a moment there was
silence and stillness, then Angel gasped again, "That's it" and his cum shot
from his manhood and into Xander's back passage. There was so much that even
as Xander felt some dribble down the hole, he felt some pour out and slide
down his cheeks. He didn't mind. All he could think about was the incredible
pleasure he had just felt and the need to have it again. He turned to Angel.
The vampire smiled, "From the look of you I'm saying you enjoyed that."

"I've never enjoyed anything more," he reached down to Angel's flaccid cock,
"I just wish we could go again."

The vampire smiled, "I'm a vampire. Give me five minutes and I'll be as hard
as rock."

Xander smiled. It looked like he wasn't going to get to sleep yet.

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