I really wasn't that excited for my birthday.  My aunt, my mother's sister, was coming though and I was looking forward to see her as it had been some time.  It was a quiet birthday, as birthdays go.  Just my mom, aunt, and I.  My father had been away for work.  My mom made my favorite meal along with cake.  Candles were lit, "Happy

Birthday" was sung, and presents were open.  My aunt had given me a bunch of clothes, there was a particular shirt they wanted me to try on and insistent I put it on there.  I couldn't decide if they already knew, or

if they were just trying to be cheeky about it.  My attempts at modesty, excusing

myself to my room to change clothes were being met with an insistence I do it here and

now, even going so far as to use my full name. I turned around, lifted my shirt.  I attempted not to hear my mom ask me "What's that?", referring to the bandage wrap around my chest.  When I attempted to slip the shirt down, my attempt was met with another, louder, "What is that?"  I feigned stupidity and asked her "What?"  My aunt at this point looked as though she was confused and concerned about what she had brought herself into the middle of.  "Take it off," my mother said.  "What?" I again inquired.  "You know what!" she retorted. 

A sense of sincere dread had been building up in me since she first noticed.  I knew nothing good was going to come of this and more importantly I knew she would never give up until she knew for certain what was going on.  My parents were great at ignoring me until that one moment that they had to be there in my life, but it seemed she now had a very real concern for my health and safety.  I unhooked the cleats that held the wrap binding my breasts in place, and began to unwrap them.  "Now turn around," she said. 

At first my aunt, followed shortly by my mother, both let out a somewhat horrified gasp.  My mother insisted I explain what was going on, her anger and disappointment were palatable.  No sooner had I finished telling her, and she had called my father. 

The disbelief in my father's voice could be heard across the room from the phone.  With every mention of my circumstance a loud "WHAT?" could be heard.  Had the situation not been serious, it would have been a humorous thing to have witnessed.  My mom asked my father what they should do, as she listened she stepped out of the room to have that conversation with him. 

Initially my mother was insistent that I leave the house immediately.  The level of disgust for me at that moment hurt deeply.  My aunt blunted some of my mother's anger and allowed me time to get my things packed, but at least in the short term I was only being kicked out of the house.  I had called John, asking if I could stay at his house, and if he could pick me up.  The majority of my stuff I left behind, evidence of a person and a life I was essentially leaving behind.  On this particular day, Alexander died.

With a hug from my aunt I stepped out of my boyhood home for the last time, stuffing a couple of shopping bags of clothes, and a backpack with everything else into the back seat of John's car, then road away.  For as often as I thought of the emancipation of my feminine self, I never quite thought my family would be a casualty in it.  I wasn't given a second chance to explain myself in person or even over the phone.  I was simply told the next day by my father that I was no longer their child.  Had I just come out as gay, I think my parents might have been able to process that, but it was the fact that without their knowledge or permission, I had gone about changing my sexuality. 

For John this was the moment he had been waiting for.  As we walked into the house, he took my things up the stairs and said he'd put them in the room.  I asked "Which one?"  He said, "The master," and began making his way up the stairs.  I went into the bathroom, stepped into a hot shower, and began sobbing.  I understood that my parents were angry, and why they were.  There was a lot there to be angry with.  But it was the failure on their part to see through their anger and both recognize and accept me as their child.

When I was finished with my shower, I grabbed a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and began lightening my hair.  When I was finished, I looked at myself in front of the mirror again and officially Alexis was born.  I stepped out of the bathroom, grabbed a pair of panties and slipped them on.  Found one of John's sweatshirts, put that on and walked downstairs.His embrace was honest, warm, and welcomed.  He was really into my hair color, though it wouldn't be perfect for a bit, but he was liking me as a blonde.  When I reached up into a cupboard to get a big mug, he stood behind me, his hard cock in this pants, pressed into my back, when again he hugged me. 

After he ate dinner, he changed into something more comfortable, then joined me on the couch for a bit of TV. 

After a few hours we retired to the bedroom.  After getting ready for bed, I took the sweatshirt off and slipped into bed.  Tired, I began dozing.  After John finished getting ready, he slipped out of his clothes and into bed.  I felt his kisses against my shoulders and neck, down my back, and ass.  Spreading my ass apart, he began eating my ass out.  I wasn't particularly interested in sex, but it felt good, and I needed and wanted someone to love me.   

After a few minutes, I felt his cock against my ass, then with the force of his body pushing down on me.  My ass spread open to receive him.  My head buried in a pillow, I cried.  My cries masked as moans of pleasure.  We didn't fuck for very long, when he was finished we kissed then I rolled over on my side and went to sleep.  It wouldn't be an easy sleep, there was so much I had to deal with.  Some of it I was prepared for.  Some of it, because of the circumstances, I wasn't. 

I had committed to living as a girl.  The challenge of trying to hide who I was physically was more work and stress than I was willing to continue to do.  Convincing the school to allow me to re-enroll as Alexis wasn't as challenging as I thought it would be.  It would be less disruptive for everyone involved, especially if the only people who absolutely needed to know my original identity were those who absolutely had to know.  Mainly the principal, vice principal. 

On Friday after finalizing the details at school, I walked up Luke during lunch break while he was at his locker and asked if he could help me find my mine.  He didn't recognize me.  Yeah, he's not very observant, but honestly no one recognized me as a girl.  After charmingly presenting me my locker, I reached up and kissed him.  With a dumbfounded look, I said "It's me." in a hushed voice.  After explaining to him the situation he asked if that meant I can be his girlfriend, meaning it wouldn't be hidden any longer and I was someone he could show off to his friends.  When I said "Yeah", he kissed me.  So most of his lunch period I sat being introduced to his friends, some of them mutual friends that I had to act like I didn't know or knew nothing about, other people I knew about but either didn't like or didn't associate with.  For Luke it was an opportunity to show off the girlfriend he kept saying existed for an entire year but none of his friend had gotten to meet.

For quite some time I struggled with everything that had happened.  But the longer I lived live as a girl, the more comfortable I had become with everything.

I had been living for three years in secret as a transgender female.  I hid my body as much as I could, avoided situations as much as possible, and generally tried not to attract attention from my peers.  I had adopted two different persona, in public a male with a ponytail and always in layered clothing, and in the privacy of my benefactor's house or my bedroom, a girl.  Living the dual life was becoming more and more difficult as my breasts became fuller and fuller.   

I still maintained friendships, but often more distant than previously.  My older friend Matt moved on when my feminization meant I was essentially a woman.  Matt identified as gay, and as much as I may have been a guy when we started out, functionally I became less and less of one.  Another friend, Luke, and I would still hang around.      

Luke was an innocently sweet boy with a devious practical joker streak in him.  He was someone you had to generally keep your eye on him to make sure he wasn't up to something.  He was a classmate, we lived on the same street, and grew up playing together.  He didn't actively play any sports at school, but he was athletically active and the majority of his friends were on one team or another.  For me Luke was a hub of activity. If he didn't have something going, one of his friends did, and if they didn't someone knew someone that did.

I was sleeping over at his house, we had come up from watching TV downstairs and he was trailing behind me.  Apparently he had run out to the garage and gotten a SuperSoaker from the fridge.  It was expertly chilled.  He booked it up the stairs so he ended up only moments behind me and as I turned around to see him bound into the room he unleashed the water gun on me.  I was wet from head to toe.  Worse I was freezing!

I stood there stunned, as much water was soaked in my shirt, shorts, and bindings as now lay on the floor.  Laughing he offered his apologies, then reached into his dresser for a t-shirt and boxers for me to wear.  I went into the bathroom and put on the dry clothes, undid my pony tail to let my hair dry, checked myself in the mirror, then headed back into his bedroom. 

At first I didn't realize my situation.  It wasn't until I sat down on the bed and faced Luke that he noticed my breasts.  The cold water had made my nipples rock hard and they protruded from the t-shirt.  Not to mention the breasts that they were attached to, now a supple B cup were positioned a couple of inches away from my chest.  He managed a "Hi...", then asked "Who are you?"  I tried to hide my amusement, but the circumstances were funny.  I told him I was his friend, Alex.  I'm pretty sure he thought he was being punked, but then he asked me what they were, pointing to my breasts.  "I have breasts." I told him, then proceeded to lift up my shirt.  He asked me if they were real, to which I offered him to touch them if he didn't think they were real. 

Curious I suppose, he approached cupping my breast in his hand.  He was actually extremely gentle, the feeling of his thumb brushing my nipple felt good.  I let out a soft moan.  He asked "If it felt good?"  I nodded, then softly answered "Yeah... ." With him standing there in front of me I could smell him.  His musky, pungent scent was tantalizing to me.  I could feel the heat coming off of his body.  I was tingling.

I was definitely into what he was doing.  I slowly leaned back into the bed as he kept working my breasts.  He followed me down, one hand still fondling my breast, the other planted on the bed near my head propping him up as he brought a knee up onto the bed.  He asked if he could lick it, I offered my approval.  I was in no position to deny at this point.  He took my nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.  He sent a tingling sensation down my spine that I could feel in my stomach.  I let out a squeaky moan and arched my back offering him greater access.  He was gentle, running his tongue around my sensitive areola or flicking my nipple with it.  I wasn't the only one turned on by this.  I looked down and I could see his hard cock filling his boxers.

I reached down, slipping my hand between him and his boxers and wrapped my hand around his cock.  I started jerking him off, he let out a startled then satisfied moan.  He was lost in his own world, when I felt a spasm in his cock, and then a passionate "Fuck..."  Looking at him, my lips pursed, wanting, as I took in his delightful titillation, he leaned in and offered me a lustful kiss.  At first his tongue just darted against mine, but then I began pulling him -- sucking his tongue as we kissed.  My hand had became slick with his precum and is cock was rigid hard.  When we came up for air, I asked him if he wanted me to go down on him.  He eagerly approved.  As he stood up, I sat back up, placing my hand on his hips, then pulled down his boxers. 

He has a thick 8" cock.  Straight, slightly more width than thickness, the head was broad and thickly ridged.  I took his cock in hand again, slowly stroking it, then kissed and licked my way down his abdomen before taking his cock in my mouth.  I could taste the evidence of a previous cum, mixed with his precum and sweat, the taste combined with the scent of cum and sweat mixed in his pubic hair turned me on.  At first I just bobbed up and down on his head before taking him all the way.  His cock was thick enough to fill my mouth, but not make me choke.  I varied my speed, mostly a lot of slow, deep sucking with a few quick bobs on his head, but that didn't matter.  He didn't last very long before he was shooting his load in my mouth.  His orgasm seemed to go on forever spewing copious amounts of his thick cum inside me as I swallowed it down.  Savory and salty, I delighted in the taste of his cum.  Finished, he stood there as I drained whatever was left from him, then he leaned in and offered me a lustful kiss.

I took his cock in my hand again, slowly stroking him as we kissed.  I leaned back on the bed, he in tow as we kissed.  His free hand stroking me from my waist to my chest, before once again fondling my breast.  It didn't take long for him to get hard again.  His thick warm shaft sliding tensely through my hand as he periodically pumped in and out.  We were there kissing for a good five minutes, before he motioned me back further into the bed.  As we took up position at the head of the bed, he settled between my legs, then leaned in and resumed kissing.  We laid there making out for a few minutes longer before he sat up and slid his boxers off me.  My cock laid there, not quite semi-hard, my scrotum nearly empty folds of skin, the testicles long since atrophied.  I felt his cock against my hole, then felt as he pressed in.

He leaned forward, transferring his weight onto my legs, then the bed as he began pumping my ass with his cock.  I could feel his cock sliding in and out of me, tremors of pleasure spreading through my lower body.  He wasn't quite as sizable as John, but he still was making the effort worth it for the both of us.  He was rhythmic and controlled, the sound of his breathing and grunts reverberated through my ears.  I began playing with my nipples. The sounds, smells, tastes, fucking, and nipple play conspired against me.  I didn't want Luke to stop.  I lifted myself forward, gently biting his shoulder, grabbing his ass with both hands.

His thrusts and breaths began increasing.  He righted himself, pulled out, and with a long groan, shot his load on my hole, cock, and balls.  After wiping his cock on my thigh, he got up out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a piss.  I got up and put the boxers he gave me back on, then climbed back into bed.  He climbed into bed, sidling up next to me.  The smell of him now mixed with the smell of fresh cum and sex, it made me feel sexy and reassured.

The following morning I woke up to him getting back into bed.  I turned over, meeting him eye to eye, as he straddled me.  His cock was resting on my lower abdomen.

He leaned forward kissing me, running his free hand up and down my ass and torso.  He reached beneath me and pulled the cum stained boxers off me.  His hard cock was bouncing between his legs as he moved.  He slapped my hip, telling me to turn over.  I turned over onto my chest, my ass raise up about 6" to receive him.  He grabbed the lube on his nightstand, applying some to his cock, then pressed his cock inside me.  I could feel his breath and grunting in my ear, his hips slapping my ass as he fucked me.  Between his cock and a full bladder, I was doing everything to make sure I didn't lose it and piss the bed.  The combination of his cock and me holding it in meant my ass muscles were putting more pressure on his cock as he pumped in and out.  Every second he fucked me drew me closer to orgasm.  My cock began hardening, and I began squealing out high pitched moans into the pillow.  I couldn't release, my ass stayed tight to his cock as clear watery cum shot out of my cock in spasms of orgasm after orgasm.  I had ran out of cum, having dry orgasms in the eternity before he came and I could let go.  When he was finished, I crawled out of the bed and booked it to the bathroom dribbling piss.      
   
That following Monday all he talked about was this girl he hooked up with over the weekend.  A part of me was liked the fact that a guy was talking about me to his friends, I just felt good about myself in a female context.  The only problem with Luke is that he had a way of making the situations or people he got involved with sound extremely dirty and slutty.  The thing was, it was nice to have Luke around.  Luke and I continued to do stuff together, which meant Luke continued to brag about his exploits, which meant people kept asking him about me and asking to meet me.

There is nothing worse than waking up one morning to find ones nipples in indescribable pain and protruding from ones chest.  It had been four months since I had begun taking the pills.  For "John", my benefactor, it was a watershed moment and one to be celebrated.  He examined my breasts with close detail, at times running his tongue across the soft, sensitive skin.  Other times gently sucking them into his mouth.  He took me into his bedroom setting me down on the edge of the bed.  With my legs pushed back onto my chest, he began to lick and penetrate my hole with his thick, muscular tongue.  At first flicking his tongue against my pussy-like hole, sending spasms of pleasure throughout my body and drawing coos of delight from me.  Then, spreading my legs wider, bathed my hole with his tongue, gently prying it open.  It was like a thick, warm, wet finger.  When he was satisfied that I was wet enough and ready for his cock, he stood up and had me reposition myself at the head of the bed.  With my legs held up in the air with one hand, he pushed his swollen cock inside me with the other as I let out an satisfied moan.

My legs rested, spread apart on his shoulders, his neck in between, as he fucked my ass.  It was slow and methodical, but I could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me.  I was able to take him and adjust to his size much easier now.  He pushed my legs forward onto my torso, his hand sliding along my thighs, his pace quickening. The excitement from his thrusts was building up inside me.  My moans became more consistent, occasionally a higher pitched squeal when his cock hit me just right.  His thrust came faster as he leaned in leaving me gasping for air, my cock had become aroused and an erection was building when I felt him cumming.  I watched as he came, his face red, contorted, and then pleasurable release.  He leaned in and offered a soft sensual kiss.  

He wanted to buy me some things now that I was transforming into a girl.  So I sat naked in his lap, his cock teasing my ass, while we bought the first clothes of my new wardrobe.  I was squealing with excitement, after a little more than an hour I ran back to the bed and presented myself ass high up on all fours.  John sauntered over to the bed, climbing in, then framing himself behind my ass.

He mounted me, his hand firmly placed on the top of the headboard.  His cock, hard, rested against the outside of my hole.  Deftly, without a hand to guide it, he slid his cock deep down into my willing ass.  It felt so good to have him deep in side me once again.  Initially my head was above the pillows, but as he fucked me hard, thrusting down and inside my hole, I buried my face into the pillows, moaning loudly.  He his powerful thrusts were only stopped by my ass, when the two met in a loud smack.  It was intensely pleasurable as my orgasm built up inside me.  His musky sweat was dripping off his chest and abdomen as he fucked me, droplets of it hitting my back.  The palatable scent in the air filled my senses.  My high pitched moan filled the house as I came.  He leaned forward laying against my arched back.  He reached for my head and drew me in for a kiss.

The rest was momentary while he caught his breath and I recovered from my orgasm.  Once he was ready, he mounted and began fucking me again, barely missing a beat.  My ass was much more supple, but at the same time every inch of his cock sent waves of pleasure deep inside me.  For the longest time I was on the verge of orgasm.  I couldn't feel my ass, I just felt spasms where my ass would tightly cradle his cock then let go.  I really didn't know how long we had been going, at once I wanted more of his fucking but at the same time I wanted it to stop, it felt so good I didn't know what to do with myself. 

I passed out.  I came to momentarily to realize I was still having my orgasm, John still fucking me, then I passed out again.  Two hours later I woke up, John at my side, now waking me from my sleep with kisses.  John got back onto the bed, straddling my ass once again, slipping his cock in my ass.  The fucking this time was slower, shallow, less intense.  As with the previous fuck, waves of passion were sent through my ass as his cock slipped in and out.  Every now and then his angle would be off, hitting my spot and sending spasms of pleasure through my cock.

It didn't take exceptionally long before I could feel his engorged cock as it pounded my ass.  John's pace quickened, his strokes were less precise, making the fuck even more tantalizing.  Then with a hard thrust against my ass and a grunt John came inside me.    

When I left his house, I left as a co-conspirator in my transformation.  I could have gone to my parents, but then I would have been admitting to them a whole slew of things I wasn't prepared to admit, the least of which being my sexuality.  Not telling them would eventually be a choice that would blow up in my face, but my greatest freedom became with John.  Sundays became the day I could be myself.

I hadn't showered.  I didn't have time.  I had spent the night at my friends and about thirty minutes earlier, after we woke, we fucked.  I made my way to the rink as quickly as I could hoping not to miss the man in the restroom.  I got to the restroom at the rink and no one was there.  I opened the door hoping to find him walking in, but no one was walking down the long poorly lit hallway.  No sooner had I turned around and undid my pants to take a piss than he had walked in.  I was really happy to see him.  Had it not been for the fact that I had to take such a necessary piss, I would have turned around and hugged and kissed him. 

That may seem a bit of an extreme response but so much anticipation had been built up all week over him.  I couldn't stop thinking about how he felt inside me, how his cock felt in my mouth, against my lips, or how his cum tasted.  There he was.  He stood next to me again, using the urinal himself before we made our way into the toilet cubicle. 

As we made out we were quickly removing each others clothing until the only thing we were left in were our socks.  Everything about him was masculine.  Beneath the hint of Drakkar Noir, was the scent of his skin.  It was evident that he hadn't showered either, but the smell wasn't an offensive odor.  It was simply manly.  It turned me on.  He wasn't trying to be "pretty", he was who he was.  He had the build of a man who liked to be fit.  His arms were more muscular than tone, his chest defined but not straining, his perfect abs that were the only part of him that seemed more well defined than the rest, and his fit thighs like a cyclists.

After kissing for quite sometime, I slithered down his chest to his cock.  His cock was rigid, precum dripping from the tip, occasionally bobbing up and down with a spasm.  I licked the precum from his cock head, then took his head into.  He let out a soft moan of appreciation.  With a firm grip of his cock, my lips slowly traced every millimeter of cock I could fit in my mouth.  My lips reacting to every vein and the ridge of his cock head.

He reached down to kiss me, drawing me up with him.  With me back on my feet his hands, under my arms, slid down my rib cage to my waist, then behind me down my hips and grabbing a cheek firmly in each hand.  It felt so good to be in his arms.  To feel wanted by this guy.  Again we kissed for quite some time.  It was sensual and relentless.  It felt like being surrounded by warmth.  You didn't want to escape it.  Still kissing he turned me around, then slipped his cock between my wanting cheeks. 

My ass quickly spread to the girth of his cock as I let out a satisfied moan and he slid almost effortlessly up inside.  There was no long wait.  He grabbed my shoulders and began fucking me hard.  It wasn't painful.  His shaft filled my ass.  I could feel every nuance of his cock; the veins on his shaft and the ridge of his head sliding against the insides of my ass.  His girth forcing my ass to bend to his will.  It was easy to get lost in the sensuality of it.  His pace quickened and and more assertive , before he thrust himself hard against my ass as he came.  I was stretched tightly around his thick cock.  I could feel each and every spurt of cum as it shot passed my hole and into my ass.  Then he started fucking me again with the same intense rhythm.

The momentary pause for him to cum had only allowed my ass to relax and enjoy the pounding it was receiving.  While a part of me wanted it to stop, my ass arched ever more toward his cock so he had a better angle to fuck me with.  When he drew his cock out then thrust hard in my ass it was enough to make me lose my breath.  His angle of attack and girth of his cock were conspiring to hit me in all the right spots.  To an onlooker it might have looked like I was suffering horribly, but the reality was I couldn't have been in a greater state of bliss.  From deep within me I could feel it building in a crescendo of pleasure.  My moaning intensified in frequency and pitch. 

My ass barely clamped down on his cock.  The effect of this freedom made his cock feel all the more sensational.  He was able to keep pumping my ass, without skipping a beat, adding to the orgasmic build-up that was already trying to escape.  Less than a minute had passed before I was within the throws of another orgasm.  My mouth was agape as he kept fucking me.  At times gasping for breath from the intensity of pleasure or eking out a high pitched moan because of it.  The crescendo of pleasure kept up in intensity, building to mind altering orgasms.    

I became lost in the experience.  Eventually he again thrust his cock deep into my ass with a hard slap of his hips to my ass before cumming.  We breathlessly then passionately kissed, his cock in hand, my ass in his.  After taking some time to recover ourselves, we eventually got dressed.

Before parting he offered me a suggested means of making sex be even better and more intense for me.  He pulled out several pharmaceutical bottles of pills from his bag.  He gave me assurances that they weren't narcotics and they were safe.  Initially my skepticism was palatable.  However, being that this was a complete stranger that I was trusting to fuck me and he was responsible for the best sex I had ever had in my life (by him or my friend), I acquiesced.  He instructed me on how to take them then gave me the cocktail of pills to take.  For the rest of the day I had an unrelenting hard-on.  In hindsight, the erection was probably from the sex we had.

From that point on we no longer met at the restroom, instead meeting at his house.

The day had passed by otherwise uneventfully.  That night I was met with the conflicting sensations of pain in my ass and more frequent arousal.  By morning, neither subsided, even after going to the bathroom.  In the shower that morning, after going about my normal cleaning routine I stood there under the warm water, my hand gliding over my dimpled buttocks, and let my finger slip between my cheeks.  I let my fore finger slide over my hole, imagining his lubed finger as he had the day before, then pushed it in.  Tighter than I imagined it would be, my hole easily gave way as my finger slid in.  To say it was soothing was no understatement.  The pain that I had been experiencing had given way to a blissfully soothing sensation.  With the pressure and pain relieved, I got dressed and made my way onto my day.

By the time my friend and I had met up late in the afternoon I had come to the conclusion that I would be seeing the man in the restroom again.  Had I not fingered myself, had that pain not subsided, I doubt very much I would have pursued another meeting with him, or likely anal sex for some time.  Fortune, I suppose, had favored me and my friend as he would end up benefiting from my newfound sense of sexual awareness. 

Sex between my friend and I was rarely a frequent occurrence.  It wasn't, to say, that we avoided it but as much as we liked it, it wasn't a must whenever we met up.  That afternoon however I was only interested in his cock.  I wanted desperately to show him what I had learned and to once again feel a sock fucking my ass.  As we made our way into his room, I wasted little time with formalities and dropped to my knees in front of his crotch.

Whether it was the smell of his cock and balls or simply the thought of them that turned me on, I don't know, but as I undid his jeans and pulled them off his butt I could barely contain my excitement.  My hand slid over his package neatly contained within his underwear.  I could see and smell the evidence of precum on his underwear from throughout the day.  My mouth ached to meet his cock and with a slow sensual tug, I pulled them down.

His cock flopped up, freed from the confines of his white cotton briefs.  I lifted his cock up, held firmly in hand, and slid my mouth down along his cock.  His cock slid in and out of my mouth, my lips straining against his shaft, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

With the man in the restroom I had honestly learned to appreciate the feeling of a cock against my lips and in my mouth.  The feeling of my tongue on the rigid underside of his cock, the feeling of his veins, and the underside of his shaft felt incredibly hot.  Especially with precum or cum to make it slicker.  My mouth and his cock became entwined in a dance that could only end one way.  

With my mouth agape, his cock deep in my throat, he came.  His engorged, throbbing cock pushed back against the confines of my throat.  I could feel the cum surging through the bottom of his shaft with my lip, while with every burst of cum his cock fully engorged.  There was little cum to taste and swallow but I sensed I was growing fond of how an orgasm felt inside me. 

I couldn't part with his cock quite yet.  Using my tongue I played with his cock head some more, and licked and sucked every remaining molecule of cum off his cock.  After a few more minutes of lovingly sucking his cock I got back up on my feet and kissed him.  There was no loss off appreciation for the task I had performed in his kiss.  Deep and passionate it was everything he could have asked for in that moment. 

Standing there, half-naked, with his cock pressed against me, we made out.  A couple of moments later we were undressing each other and heading for his bed.  A scene often repeated with us, making out naked on the bed had become a pastime.  When it seemed like he was once again unable to contain his cock, I asked if he wanted to fuck me.

After much discussion over the hows and whys, I turned over beneath him, his cock sliding up against the crack in my ass.  Hidden within his bedside nightstand was a tube of KY recovered from the clearing.  He pulled it out squeezing out a glob of it onto my ass then his hand to spread across his cock.  There was a lot of pent up excitement and expectation on my part as he pressed his cock against my hole.  Once again it hurt, almost as much as it did the first time, but there was no polite pause as he pushed his cock deep inside my ass. 

The difference between the mature, experienced style of the man in the restroom, and that of my friend was unquestionably evident.  My friend was impatient, rushed, uneven.  The man in the restroom, steady, rhythmic, in control.  It didn't make sex with my friend any less fun, it actually made it exciting.  As much as I had learned about being fucked from a different person, anal sex actually became a shared experience for the both of us. 

With barely a moments rest my friend began pounding my ass with relentless force.  His hips slapping solidly against my reddening butt cheeks were nary evidence of the pain I was being subjected to.  Pain in this case is certainly subjective.  While his speed of entry certainly was painful, it was the fact that my ass never was able to relax against his cock that made the experience more difficult than anything else.  My ass was tight around his cock.  I felt every thrust in places I hadn't felt a much bigger cock a couple of days before. 

It wouldn't be until a few minutes later that my friend would stop, lean forward against my back for a breath and then kissing that I would get an opportunity to relax my ass just a bit.  It really wasn't that it was painful, not in a sharp, stabbing-like pain.  I was clamping down. 

After a much needed pause from the excitement and face sucking, he pulled himself upright and began fucking me again.  A little bit slower than before, everything about the fucking felt much better this time.  His hands grasped my waist as he thrust his cock deep in my ass.  This time he had found the right groove.  I couldn't help but moan approvingly as he pumped my ass.

Like a cat in heat having it's ass scratched, I couldn't help but keep my ass up there for him to fuck while I moaned appreciatively.  For ten minutes he fucked me with the same, fast-paced, deep thrusting.  The long, slow build-up was more intense than I had experienced before.  It wasn't until he himself was getting closer to cumming and his cock became rigid that I felt myself going over the edge into orgasm.  My ass firmed down on his cock, but not tight enough that he wasn't able to keep thrusting his rigid, engorged cock inside me.  With my ass tight around his cock he too found himself cumming.  For the both of us, the nearly perfectly time orgasms were evidence of just how pleasurable fucking could be. 

This time as he leaned forward I could feel the heat from his chest before he even laid against my back.  He was wet with sweat as we kissed.  We laid there in a heap for a while, quietly, softly kissing.  With this moment my friend and I has thoroughly and effectively crossed the bridge from friendship to lovers.  Rarely did we go a day without sex from that point on until the day our relationship ended. 

The screw holes in the wall of a divider between the urinals long gone, my pants unzipped, my cock in hand, and my bladder drained.  I stood there for what must have been at least a few minutes looking at the cock belonging to the person who stood at the urinal next to me.  It was thick, almost as thick as my friend's was hard.  Not as long as my friends when he was was hard but he was definitely longer than my friend's cock was when it was soft. 

Things happened in this bathroom, despite the attempts by the management of the skating rink to stop it.  The bathroom tended to go unused unless the upscale bar/restaurant was open.  It wouldn't be open on a Sunday at all, let alone shortly after the rink itself opened.  Not surprisingly, the bathroom had a strong smell of aged cum, almost like adult novelty stores with private theater cubicles. 

The person standing next to me was a decent looking 40ish man.  His clothing would hide his well muscled physique, his copious amounts of trimmed chest and pubic hair.  His look and attire suggested he was a man out of place for the seediness of this restroom, but so was I.  He shook the remaining pee from his cock.  As he held it in his hand it grew to what seemed like immense proportions, then he asked if I wanted to suck it.

It seemed like forever that I stood there looking at this cock, now fully erect in his hand.  His offer echoed through my head and a flood of adrenaline streamed through my body.  A strong feeling of arousal washed over me that I felt in my abdomen.  The words stumbled from my mouth, but eventually I nodded and let out a grunt meant to suggest agreement.  He directed me into the only cubicle in the bathroom.

A sizable handicap stall in an otherwise ancient restroom, the walls were littered with restroom poetry, graffiti and offers of sexual gratification.  The stall was dimly lit, the effect of a low ceiling with a light centered over the urinals rather the room.  The divider wall was clearly covered in cum from prior sexual exploits.  You got the feeling the restroom was only used in extreme emergencies for its intended purpose.  His large manly hands wrapped themselves around my ass as he kissed me. 

He took off my coat, then his, throwing them into the far corner.  Supposedly a clean spot but likely just less grungy than the rest.  We picked up kissing again, this time his tongue going deep in my mouth.  It was much more aggressive and intense than before.  We came up for breath and I took his cock into my hand.  Raising it upright as he once again drew us together in a kiss.

We came up for another breath and he told me to suck his cock.  As we separated, it was evident that a generous amount of precum spewed from his cock onto my shirt.  I couldn't quite believe what I was about to do.  He was only the second guy I had done anything with.  A stranger, in a raunchy restroom.  Maybe it was the isolated nature of the restroom, the smell of cum in the air, or an innate desire, but I was on my knees eyeing his cock.  The feeling in my abdomen overwhelmingly strong, my head slipped forward, my mouth open and my tongue out slightly over my teeth and lip.  I took him inside me.

My lips glided over the precum slickened head.  Although the smell of soap from his shower filled my nostrils, there was a still a strong musky odor present.  The musky odor filled my senses.  Despite my sincerely pedestrian efforts at a blow job, he seemed thoroughly pleased.  He encouraged me to use my hand on his shaft and balls, but his moans implied I was better than I thought.  

He maneuvered his hand behind my head, at first drawing me deeper onto his cock.  With my tonsils long gone, there was definitely extra room in my mouth for his cock but not enough to go deep on him.  I began gagging and he let off, but the reason for his aggressiveness was becoming evident. 

The his cock became engorged, the ridge around his head so firm my lips gave way to his firmness as I drew him out of my mouth.  His breathing began to increase in intensity, his panting and moans intensified.  A spasm of cum filled my mouth and nose with his musky cum, then moments latter the full torrent.

His cum quickly filled my mouth oozing out the sides before I could swallow what was in my mouth or accept more.  It was a cum thick with sperm and tasted of it.  It made me feel good.  Not only did I get him off, but behind me was an experience with another guy.  It was empowering. 

The tightness in my abdomen was easing as I drew the cum from the sides of my mouth up and into my mouth, sucking clean my finger.  Likewise, cleaning his cock with some intense sucking.  The feeling of my lips and tongue over his cock turned me on.  His cum was the best I had ever had and I wanted every drop of it in my mouth.  But he had other plans.

After getting finishing his cock, I got to my feet where he greeted me with a kiss before pulling up my shirt.  slightly dumbfounded I let him pull off my shirt before I asked what he was doing.  He asked if I wanted to be fucked.  Once again, the feeling in my abdomen returned.  I had seen pictures, even read stories about sex with men, but my friend and I hadn't yet crossed that bridge.  Not knowing quite how it worked or what was involved, I agreed.

I now understand better why so much cum was covering the wall of the cubicle.  Our clothes removed, my hands against the cubicle wall, my ass out, I prepared for whatever was to come.  First would be a long finger covered in lube.  Initially he just stuck one finger in, but then when he was satisfied that I loosened up he stuck two in.  He encouraged me to relax my ass around his fingers, something I found difficult to do, but eventually with a few momentary breaks between massages I loosened up enough that he felt he could slide his cock inside me.

I could feel his cock against my ass, it already stung slightly and he hadn't even pressed it in.  I imagined that cock head, only moments ago in my mouth, pressed against my asshole and got excited.  He warned me it was going to hurt and not to scream out, the first part of this was going to be painful but I just needed to relax as much as possible.  With that he held his cock tight, then pushed.

It felt like he was tearing my ass apart.  The pain was so intense I thought I might faint, but kept steady on my feet.  With one hand on his cock and the other on my abdomen, he slowly slid his cock into my ass.  As it seemed to breach some secure barrier, the pain quickly let up and he paused.  We both seemed to breath a sigh of relief.  While I could still feel some stinging, my ass was sort of relaxing around his cock making it feel good.  I mean it felt like I had a massive cock in my ass, but it no longer felt like a full grown adult male was trying to climb through my ass.

He pulled out, letting me relax for a moment, before pushing his cock inside once again.  It definitely felt better, though it still stung.  He reassured me we weren't finished, and he continued to slide his cock deeper inside me.  Every so often pulling back when he met resistance until my ass relaxed around his cock.  When his cock was completely inside of me, his pubic hair tickling and his balls resting against my ass, we just stood there motionless, kissing. 

The slow mastery of my ass was as skillful as could be.  The pain of the experience minimized to some slight stinging.  With his hands to either side of my waist, confident I was relaxed, he began fucking me.  He started out pumping my ass slowly to moderately, occasionally just fucking my anus.  The feeling of my ass being filled with his cock was intense by itself, but it was arousing other feelings inside me. 

After another short break for kissing and checking in on how I was doing, he grabbed my shoulders and began fucking me hard.  The feeling in my abdomen began growing.  I had no idea what was going on.  Several minutes went by, his fucking barely let up if at all.  With every thrust and retreat he was bringing me closer to something I had never experienced yet. 

My orgasm seized his cock in my ass.  It was incredible.  He pulled back, then began fucking me again as hard as ever.  The intensity of my orgasm never let up, minutes later I seized his cock again as I had another orgasm.  I was loving what he was doing to my ass, but I needed him to cum.  My legs had become rubbery with the second orgasm and between holding onto the cubicle wall and him grabbing my waist, we were keeping me from falling to my knees on the floor.

His cum was welcome relief.  I fell in love with every second of the sex, but I was beside myself, overcome with bliss.  Once again we kissed.  It was an intimate affair for what would normally be anonymous sex, but as we got dressed he offered that he would be there again the following week if I was interested.  Then he mentioned he had something he could give me that would make me enjoy sex even more, if I was interested.

He left the restroom and I followed shortly after.             

My friend and I had been crossing through a large stand of woods between an old orchard and a road on opposite sides.  We had been following a deer trail that had since become a bicycle/dirt bike trail.  As we were approaching the west edge of the woods, following the snaking trail that seemed to avoid a straight line, we crossed a stand of yews.  To the untrained eye, it appear that it was a densely clustered stand of trees, however upon further inspect on hidden was an opening to a clearing in the center of the trees.  

The clearing appeared to be well hidden, as the items kept within the clearing seemed to be untouched by anyone but the people who were responsible for them.  Surprising because not more than 100 feet away in the old orchard my friend and I repeatedly attempted to create a fort that would get ransacked and destroyed after what seemed like moments after we left it.  Sealed within plastic bins however were several newsstand gay magazines and a couple of tubes of KY Jel.  Strewn around the area were several used condoms.  Most old and decaying, though more recent deposits no more than a day or two old were there as well.  My friend and I sat looking through the magazines, then after about an hour stole off back to home.  

The shared experience meant we both had someone to talk about it with, and over time we talked a lot about it.  Though most of the images were of frontal or backside nudity, there were in some of them graphic images taken from gay movies.  For two boys, regardless of age, the sexual nature of it was arousing.  Eventually on a sleep-over we made out.  This itself proved arousing, and eventually we were frequently making out with each other.  A few months went by.  We started to become brazen taking material from the clearing, home.    

The effect of having the material available for frequent access was more significant for my friend than I, but I still was interested in trying some of what we were seeing in pictures or reading about in the stories.  Not long after the new year, we took things another step. 

It was strange to feel his lips wrapped around my cock.  While it felt good, it wasn't like the most amazing feeling in the world to me.  It may have been first time jitters.  He on the other hand seemed to appreciate everything I was doing even if I didn't know exactly what I was doing.  It didn't really take that long, only a couple of minutes and he was shooting his load in my mouth before I could even react.  It was a massive and thick load.  Some I nearly choked on, some dribbled out the side of my mouth, the rest I swallowed.

It marked a turning point for both of us.  For a time he and I had continued to make out and eventually had anal sex together.  We would both end up going in different directions.