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.