Becoming April
Keywords: April, Becoming,
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They had been friends for a few months, having met at writing class they were taking. Jason, at 35 was the older of the two. He was 6' 4, 220lbs, lean but muscular with close cropped black hair. Andy on the other hand was 27, 5'10, 175lbs, lean and had blond hair that reached almost to his shoulders.
They were the original odd couple. Not only were they different in age and body type but Jason was gay and Andy was straight. Their friendship was borne, as most friendships are by their similarities. They both had a love of good books, old movies and politics. They fact that their sexuality was different made no difference to either of them. Indeed they'd often talked about it their respective sexual adventures.
As open as they were though, they did have their secrets. For as easy going and friendly as Jason was, he had a dark side. In any sexual encounter, he ultimately like to be the one in control. Complete and utter control.
As for Andy, although he was all man who lusted after all sorts of women, short ones, tall ones, fat, skinny, young and older ones, he had a deep dark secret that very few people knew. He was a transvestite and when dressed was very compliant to the point of being submissive. He had a picture of himself that an ex-girlfriend of his had taken of him in drag for a holloween party. In it, he was sitting in a chair, legs demurely crossed, wearing a short black satin flair skirt, hose, heels, red blouse, his longish hair combed in a feminine way. His make up had been expertly done by his then girlfriend and the effect was that of a rather pretty woman.
Andy's trust in his friendship with Jason was such that one time when the subject of embarrassing things they had done in the past came up one night, he showed Jason the picture.
"I'm impressed," Jason said with an appreciative laugh, "you'll make someone a lovely wife some day."
"Just as long as he's rich," Andy told him. They laughed and the moment passed, never to be mentioned again.
Months later, one summer night after their writing class, Jason walked with Andy back to his apartment with the intention of borrowing a book. He was in a hurry as he had to meet his sister at his apartment and had no intention of staying. But, as happened so many times before, he lost track of the time as he and Andy talk about the class that night.
Jason was leaning against the kitchen counter, his long muscular legs splayed out before him. He was wearing a tank top and a pair of tight cut-off jeans that molded his cock and balls prominently. For some reason, as they talked, Andy that found time and time again his eyes drawn to the bulge in Jason's cut-offs.
There was a pause in the conversation and then Jason said "Can I ask you a question that I hope won't offend you?"
"Sure," Andy told him, "What is it?"
"Why do you keep looking at my crotch?"
A flash of panic and excitement shoot through Andy.
"I . . .was I?
"You know you were," Jason said, as his hand moved down to rub the outline of his cock "It's okay," he continued softly, "I don't mind."
"I . . .", Andy started but didn't know what to say after that. The tension and silence in the room grew as Andy watched Jason rub is hand back and forth over the growing bulge.
"Do you want to see it," Jason asked softly breaking the silence.
"Alright," Andy said in a soft, barely audible, voice.
As if hypnotized and with mixed emotions, Andy watched as Jason opened the top button and then slowly pulled down the zipper of his cut offs. He could hear the blood rushing in his ears as Jason, reached in and pulled out his semi erect, cock. It was about 7 inches long, thick and heavily veined. Its pink head peered from the end of its foreskin.
"Is this what you wanted to see," Jason asked him, holding up his cock on the tips of his fingers. "It's alright, look at it."
Andy stood transfixed, his eyes glued to the sight before him. He was embarrassed and wanted to turn away but he was also excited and couldn't
Jason smiled and wrapped his hands around the thick tube of flesh, slowly stroking it up and down, pulling the foreskin back revealing the pink head. It grew thicker and straighter, a droplet of pre-cum forming at the tip
As if in a dream Andy took a step closer and then checked himself.
"Don't be shy," Jason said to him, "go on, touch it." He reached out, taking Andy's hand and put it on his hard cock.
Andy exhaled audibly as his fingers made contact with the smooth, hardness of Jason's cock. Moving his finger tips up and down the shaft he followed the thick veins to the head and back again.
"Stroke it," Jason whispered, but Andy, needing no prompting, wrapped his hand around the thick piece of flesh. It felt heavy in his hand, hot to the touch, hard, yet silky soft at the same time.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Andy thought to himself as he stroked Jason's cock, watching the foreskin cover and uncover the now glistening cock head. Jason pulled Andy to his side, his arm around him, his hand resting on the right cheek of Andy's ass.
The effect of being nestled in the larger man's arm, his hand on Andy's ass and Andy stroking his cock brought his feminine persona closer to the surface and with it his softer, compliant side. A stream of pre-cum running down the shaft on over Andy's fingers only added to the effect.
"You like playing with my cock don't you," Jason said, squeezing the firm ass cheek in his hand.
"Yes," Andy said softly, "I do."
"Say it, say `I like playing with your cock'", Jason whispered hotly in his ear.
Andy could feel his face burning red with embarrassment as he softly repeated the words "I like playing with your cock."
"Good baby," Jason told him as he reached down and opened Andy's pants, pushing them down to the floor. Jason looked down at the flaccid cock that hung between Andy's legs and smiled in amusement.
"You don't get hard?"
"I . . . I have trouble getting an erection," Andy said and started to pull away but Jason held him closer.
"It's okay," Jason told him as he cupped the soft cock and balls and squeezed them gently, "it's kind of cute like that. Only one of us really needs to be hard"
"Play with my balls," Jason told him, and returned his hand to Andy's now naked ass which he began to squeeze and stroke.
Andy moved his now sticky hand below the throbbing shaft and cupped the heavy ball sack below. Andy was fully aware of his feminine feelings now but didn't care. "Go with it," he told himself.
"That's right baby," Jason said hotly, "roll them around in your hand.
Andy's fingers rolled the ball sack around in his hand as he continued to stare at the blood engorged cock bobbing up and down.
Pulling up Andy's tee shirt Jason was surprised and pleased to see that Andy's stomach and chest were hairless. Because Andy was never very athletic, his pectoral muscles were soft and gave him the impression of having little breasts. The effect was further enhanced by his rather prominent dark nipples.
"You shave your chest," Jason asked and Andy too embarrassed to reply could only nod his head.
"I like it," Jason told him as his hand moved around Andy's ass, squeezing and stroking the cheeks. "You should shave down here," he continued, giving a gently tug at Andy's pubic hair. "Not all of it, just leave a little patch.
Again Andy could only nod as Jason's other hand moved up the smooth skin of Andy's stomach to his fleshy chest which he began to kneed with his fingers as if fondling a girl's breast.
Andy moved his hand back to Jason's thick cock and once again began stroking it. By now his feminine side was in complete control and he excitedly told himself that this was what it was like to be a girl. When Jason's thumb and forefinger found one of Andy's dark nipples a gasp involuntarily escaped Andy's lips.
"Sensitive nipples," Jason said, "even better"
"I just realized", Jason, said with a start, "I have to get home, my sister is waiting for me."
"Oh, okay," Andy said softly, letting go of Jason's cock, the spell broken.
""Oh no baby," Jason told him, taking Andy's hand and putting it back on his cock, "get me off first but then I have to go."
Squeezing Jason's hot cock in his hand, Andy began to stroke it harder and faster.
"That's right baby," Jason told him, his hands roughly squeezing Andy's ass cheeks and chest, "that's right, play with my cock, stroke it, do a good job baby."
Jason's thick cock, slippery with pre-cum grew hotter and bigger in Andy's hand.
"Use your other hand to play with my balls," Jason told him between gasps of breath and Andy reached with his other hand for Jason's ball sack rolling the balls around in his hand.
"Oh God Yessss," Jason said, "that's it baby, that's it, oh God your hot. Pulling Andy closer roughly by his ass, he leaned down and sucked one of his nipples deep into his mouth, licking and chewing on the brown nub.
It was now Andy's turn to gasp as he stood on his tip toes to accommodate Jason's mouth.
Jason moaned and arched his hips forward. Andy felt the thick, heavy cock in his hand grow larger as it shot a long, ropey, stream of thick white cum into the air which landed on the floor. It was followed by another stream which ran down the length of Jason's cock to cover Andy's fingers. That one was followed by another and another until Andy's fingers, covered in the creamy white liquid, began to drip on the floor.
Gasping to catch his breath, Jason smiled weakly. "Oh baby," Jason said with a smile, as he began to button up his cut-offs, "that was hot." "Listen,: he continued, picking up the book, "I really hate to cum and go but, I'm already late." I'll call you later tonight okay?" And with that he was out the door leaving Andy standing there, pants around his ankles and his shirt up under his arm pits, his hand covered in cum.
For a second, Andy wasn't sure what to make of the whole thing. He was still in a fog but knew that he didn't feel bad at what he'd done. He was a little put off by Jason just leaving like that but, "then again, "his half functioning brain told him, "isn't that what happens to girls?" He held his stick fingers up to his face and just for a second considered licking them clean but sanity took hold and he went into the bathroom to clean himself.
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Keywords: April, Becoming,