Date: Thu, 7 Dec 2006 11:48:46 -0800 (PST)
From: bill bobber <givingitupgladly@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Getting Started 3    TG - young friends

This is probably inappropriate reading for anyone under the age of 18.


After reading the note at first I was almost too freaked out to even feel
horny. Yeah, I know, kind of hard to believe. Here's someone telling me
they want to do to me the things I have been aching to try, but all I can
think of is the fact that someone knows. Not only that I give hand-jobs,
but also about the panties. And how the hell did that happen? Who's been
watching me and what is it they want? Okay, I think I know what they
want, and yes, that really does excite me a lot, but even more, it
frightens me. Fantasy is safe. Hand-jobs between discrete friends are
pretty safe. Fucking myself in the ass with cock-shaped objects while I
fantasise I'm a girl pleasing her horny boyfriend all in the privacy of
my own bedroom is, well... mostly safe. As long as mom or my older sister
don't walk in, and that hasn't happened.
 But meeting a stranger in order to do the things he said he wanted to do
to me - thrilling yes, but definitely not safe. I mean the note said he
wanted to cum in my mouth. Yes, my heart almost skips a beat when I think
of being able to experience that. Cum. Sperm. Mmmmm, thick and hot as
it pulses out of the thick head held between my lips. I imagine holding
it in my mouth until my cheeks bulge out, and only then do I let this
delicious present slide down my throat.
 As always, the smell, taste, or even thought of a mans cum activates the
tickle I have begun to feel more and more often deep inside my ass. I
know from experience that only being penetrated by something long and
thick will satisfy this new craving. And I now have someone who is
telling me they want to do just that. This scares me even more than the
blow-job because I know I could get really hurt being fucked. When I make
love to myself with candles, bananas or cucumbers (or really anything I
can find that is shaped like a man's cock) I go slowly and make sure that
my horny ass is ready to be penetrated. But who knows what would happen
with this person. Sure, the idea of getting fucked by a strong horny man
with a big cock is kind of interesting (Okay, I admit, I dream of nothing
else) but being the bottom in that equation is dangerous. And while by
now I know that I do want to be the bottom, to be submissive, to do
everything in my power to please my man, I also know that I'm not into
pain. (Except for that good pain that you get for just a bit when you
first start to fuck)
So there I was. Outed. Confused. Horny. And facing an ultimatum. What if
I didn't show up? The person would probably be mad and then might tell my
mom or worse, my friends. This is what finally made me make up my mind. I
would show up behind the drugstore, but only to say that they had made a
mistake. I wasn't into that kind of thing and I would promise never to
experiment with Paul again. At least this way I would get to find out who
this mystery person really was.

Next day

Okay, here I am out behind the drugstore and my heart is racing so fast I
can feel my pulse in my throat. I'm doing my best to look casual, like
hanging around dumpsters in alleyways is something everyone does. The day
has been somewhat of a blur. I thought that the day would seem to go by
too fast but instead it seemed to drag on forever. I wasn't sure what
that meant but here I was and I was determined to get this over with and
get home as quickly as possible. In my head I rehearsed what I would say.
"Yeah, I don't know what you are thinking but you're wrong. I'm not into
that kind of stuff and I don't know what you mean about "panties." You
must be gay then if you want to do those things. Not me. I gotta go now
cause I want to go home and fuck myself with a cucumber." Wait! Edit that
last part. Oh hell! I had no idea what I was going to say.
My hands were shaking as I adjusted my jeans for the hundredth time.
Damn! Those lace panties were really sliding up into the crack of my
ass. It must be because of my cock trying to stick straight out the front
of my jeans. That must be because I'm so scared. Fear must give you a
woody.
As I waited I was naturally wondering who the mystery person was. I
was pretty sure that it was going to turn out to be Paul playing a very
mean trick on me. And if I was right, it would be a long time before he
got to feel my hand wrapped around his cock again. He could find someone
elses face to unload on. That's fine - it was pretty clear that our
"relationship" wasn't going to go anywhere else anyway. I prepared the
verbal blast I was going to give Paul when he showed up.
It was about here when the car turned into the alley. I tried to look
busy inspecting the dumpsters for health code violations until it
passed... but it didn't. Instead, it slowed to a halt right behind me.
Then I heard the sound of a window rolling down. I was too afraid to turn
around. I wanted to run, anywhere. This was too much! I didn't know what
to say to anyone in this situation!
"Hi"
I knew that voice.It was a nice voice. Calm, friendly, not scary. I made
myself not run screaming and instead, turned slowly to face the person
speaking to me.
"Uh, hi Jim. What are you doing here?" It was Paul's older brother. He
was five years older that Paul and had been away at college up until last
month. I didn't know him really well, but enough to know that he was not
a psycho murderer. He smiled at my question. "Just out for a drive. You
want to come?"
"Yes" No hesitation. Not, "yeah, I guess," or "maybe." No, it was all
Yes.
I walked around to the other side of the car and got in.
To be continued


I am so grateful for those who took the time to let me know what they
thought of the first two parts of my story. Thank you. Having others
share in my wicked fantasies is pretty awesome. I wish you all many
satisfying orgasms and am thrilled to hear if my stories have helped you
find pleasure. If you did like this story you might also enjoy "Gas
Station Seduction" in Transgender - Authoritarian - Feb 2002. That's the
last time I was inspired to write to Nifty.

P.S. I promise to have more sex in the next instalment