Date: Fri, 28 Apr 2023 11:55:19 -0500
From: JN
Subject: The Bonus Room

			 The Bonus Room at Mike's

	It was three o'clock on Friday and I was impatiently waiting on the
school bell to ring.  I had been looking forward to today all week.  My
cousin Mike had arrived home from college for spring break and was at my
aunts house across town.  They lived in a very nice house in a gated
community with a wooded lake, and a small park.  Mike's dad was a doctor,
and they lived very comfortably. Their house was spacious with four
bedrooms, the master bedroom downstairs and three on the second floor, a
huge living room with an accompanying dining room, a sun room on the south
side of the house overlooking a kidney shaped pool in the back yard, and up
a narrow set of steep stairs between two of the second floor bedrooms there
was a a converted attic space that uncle Henry dubbed the bonus room.

	The bonus room was me and Mike's domain.  Every summer since I was
small, Mike and I spent every waking moment there. We played with Legos and
G.I. Joes.  There was a dart board, a TV and a VCR (and later a DVD player)
Mike's computer desk and lots of video game systems.  Mike was always
current with the latest systems and most popular games. The bonus room was
a young boys fantasy playroom.  It kept us out of his parents hair and kept
them out of ours.  Mike had younger twin sisters, Zoe and Cloe that weren't
much interested in our activities and stayed out of it for the most part.
But they were five years younger than Mike and three years younger than me
so whenever we found them up there, running them off wasn't too much
trouble.

	Mike had moved away for college the previous fall and so our time
together had become much more sporadic than before.  I hadn't seen him
since Christmas and Thanksgiving before that.  So I was very excited to
find out that he was coming home for spring break instead of going to Boca
Raton like he had mentioned over the holidays.  Even better, my high
schools spring break was the same week.  This was going to be great, just
like the old days before he went off to college.

	So watching the clock was becoming ever harder to do.  Two minutes
past three now, and I found my mind wandering... and my cock hardening.  I
suppose I should explain that.  The bonus room, in addition to being the
best spot for us to play Mike's Playstation and make prank phone calls and
watch movies until 5 in the morning, it was also the place Mike kept his
growing supply of pornography.  Over the years since puberty Mike and I had
amassed a nice collection of magazines tapes and DVDs of some of the
raunchiest porn we could find.  Anal queens, sloppy blow jobs, teen sluts,
horny cougars, asian beauties, ebony whores, trailer trash prostitutes,
lonely housewives and their big dicked pool boys.  Anything we could get
our hands on.

	It all started when I was about thirteen, Mike was fifteen about to
turn sixteen.  Mike was growing into quite the prototypical young man. He
was tall and lean, muscular and athletic.  His masculine features were set
off by his sharp blue eyes and sandy blonde hair.  He had a soft nature but
could be very aggressive and strong when the situation called for it. Mike
excelled at sports and was lettered in two sports, baseball and basketball.
Living in a house with a pool he spent a lot of time outside and earned an
incredible tan that made his body hair look platinum against his dark
skin.I was over at Mike's for the weekend, we had had dinner and watched a
movie with the family before everyone started breaking off for their own
nightly routines.  Mike and I, of course, headed up to our sanctum and
proceeded to play street fighter for a while.  He was killing me, after all
it was his game.  I noticed that he had the volume turned very low, which
was unusual.

	"Turn it up, Mike", I said.

	"Nah", he replied, "I want to listen for mom and dad getting ready
for bed.  I have something to show you, but we need to wait until they are
asleep."

	I was intrigued, but I had no idea what he was talking about.  So,
we played on in relative silence for a while.  It wasn't long before we
could see the lights being turned off and his mom called up the stairs to
say good night.

	"Night mom!" Mike yelled down.

	He didn't say anything for some time after that, and we played on.
I actually beat him a couple of times after that and after a few matches he
put his controller down, walked over to the bonus room door and shut it.
This was odd.  He never shut the door before I was starting to get very
curious. My curiosity did not have long to be satisfied however he walked
over to the TV stand and reached behind it.  He pulled out a large manilla
envelope and sat down beside me on the sectional.

	"Check this out, Sam" he said quietly and reached into the
envelope. What he pulled out was a magazine.  A magazine that would change
my life forever.  It said in large letters on the front `OUI' and beneath
it was a gorgeous blonde sitting on a beach, naked with her back to the
camera and looking over her shoulder in a way that made me feel as if my
heart were going to float out of my chest. He handed the magazine to me.
But I just looked at the cover, stunned.

	"Oh-ooo-eeee" I said, tentatively pronouncing the unfamiliar word.

	Mike laughed, "No, its `Wee', its French for yes".

	"Where'd you get it?" I asked.  I had seen Playboys and other
naughty rags before in the magazine rack at the bookstore, but I had never
been presented one to touch and look at freely like this.  I was
dumbfounded, shocked, and a little bit scared.

	"My buddy Francis is eighteen, he got it for me and some more too."
Mike reached in the envelope again and pulled out two more magazines, and a
smaller book filled with stories and some illustrations.

	"Check this out" he reached down and opened the OUI to the
centerfold, which was a picture of the blonde from the cover on the same
beach lying back with water rushing around her one of her hands was
squeezing her left breast and the other was buried between her legs... her
ring finger and index finger spreading her labia and her middle finger was
knuckle deep in her pussy.  I had seen some breasts here and there, in
movies and even once at the beach.  I have even vague memories of seeing
pubic hair on a woman, but this was the very first time EVER that I had
seen the mythical vagina. I think I stared at this photo for a while before
I ever really realized that you could turn the page. My penis became
engorged. I was familiar with erections but this was unlike anything I had
ever experienced.  I noticed Mike, reading in the smaller book had been
rubbing his dick through his jeans, which was also erect, and to me, at the
time seemed enormous. I began to mimic him, though I was wearing swimming
trunks. The sewn in underlining was stretched around my boyhood tightly. I
was beginning to feel wetness seeping through my shorts as I rubbed more
and more frantically.  It was only minutes before I came, my boyish body
quivering in spams as my shorts filled with cum. This wasn't the first time
that had happened, but it was the first time it happened in association
with sex.  And this was big for me.

	"Woah there dude! You are suppose to take your time!", Mike kicked
my sandaled foot from across the L shaped sectional. That's when he pulled
it out. Slowly at first, he popped open his jeans and pulled down the
zipper. He had plaid boxers on, the front of his boxer shorts was open and
I could see the side of his cock. It looked thick and had veins running
along it, and was just aching in its prison. Mike stood up and dropped his
pants to his ankles and sat back down, this time reaching for one of the
pictorial zines. He opened it and started stroking his cock up and
down. His mouth hung open as he rubbed his large uncircumcised penis. I was
in awe of this and it was no time before I was hard again, watching my
cousin masturbate and flipping through the OUI he had handed me earlier. A
bit hesitant to take off my trunks in front of Mike, my penis seemed so
small compared to his, I quickly pulled them off and sat back down on the
sofa. I was very excited seeing him working his organ, rhythmically
stroking up and down, and eager to try my hand at this new craft. Sometimes
his hand would move down to his balls and caress them and scratch the base
of his penis between his balls. I was soon aware that I was watching him
much more than looking at the magazine, imitating his technique and
admiring his mature genitals.  He looked up every so often too, as if he
were making sure I was doing it right. Pretty soon his movement quickened
and he began to tense. When he came, it was explosive.  Every muscle in his
body tensed, his face twisted in uncontrolled ecstasy.  His already huge
cock head expanded and convulsed like a beating heart and jets of his semen
fired out with every pulse, streaking across his bare abdomen.  He let out
a moan and went limp.  I came for the second time not very much later and
he said to me, "Pretty cool, huh?".

	I was at a loss for words.  Instead of trying to speak, I reached
for a different magazine and started thumbing thru it. We must have done
this for hours, it was very late when we went to sleep that night head to
head on the sectional like we had a million times before in the bonus
room...... but after that night, the bonus room was never the same.

	Over the next few weeks we were shameless, masturbating as often as
we could.  We would talk about the girls we liked and what actresses we
thought were sexy.  Every time we could I would stay overnight and we would
turn the bonus room into our own personal red light district.  We got more
magazines too, Francis was always willing to get them for us. I had
allowance savings and Mike had a part time job so between us we could
afford a good bit.  We got bolder too, adjourning to our den with cocks in
hand well before the rest of the family had turned in. I was still
enthralled by my cousins rather large cock.  Having seen a couple of XXX
productions by now I could say that his cock was not necessarily of porn
star proportion, but it was respectable own its own right, seven inches
long erect with a head two inches across at the base, all very veiny and
thick, wrapped up very snuggly in uncut glory.  I almost always came before
him, he seemed to take so long, building in intensity over what seemed like
an eternity, and pushing himself to impossible states of tense arousal
before cumming. I would sometimes hide the fact I had finished, so I could
keep stroking with him ostensibly so I could watch him more unabashedly.
Often times I would cum again before he finished one load.  I found myself
sitting nearer to him on the sofa, sometimes touching his leg with my knee
or his calf with my socked foot under the throw we sometimes shared.  I of
course played this off as accidental... but it rarely was.  In fact, I
would stage such contact deliberately often planning it out for hours for a
simple moments touch.  I yearned for his contact.  I was grappling with
these bisexual thoughts and every so often I would have a nearly
uncontrollable urge to reach out and touch his penis.  I was clearly also
in love with the female form, I couldn't stop thinking of the girls in
their lingerie, and sexy outfits. Thus began the dual nature of my
sexuality.

	One time I was sitting at home with my mom and sister, and flipping
through a copy of Redbook while they were talking incessantly about makeup.
I reached a section of the magazine that was a fashion spread, girls in
stockings and hose with big spike heels and halter tops, yay! I tried to
stop myself briefly but it was too late.  I was getting an erection sitting
on the couch with my sister and mother.  I crossed my legs, and my cock
expanded beneath my thigh, filling the space between my crossed legs and
the chair. I used very small hip movements and rocked my cock back and
forth in the hideaway it had found for itself.  I don't know if it was the
fact that Mom and Rose were there or how amazing those girls in the Redbook
looked, but ten minutes later I had an amazing orgasm, ejaculating right
between my legs sitting next to my sister on the couch.  The two didn't
even stop talking.  I quietly excused myself and went to the bathroom to
clean up. I hurried to the bathroom my sister and I shared, stripped my
shorts off and reached for a towel. I paused.  Next to the towels, hanging
on the rack, there was a pair of black stockings, dark but sheer with a
laced welt.  I locked the door, and stepped in front of the full length
mirror. I ran a hand down my smooth body.  I looked like a girl, I thought,
my green eyes looking disapprovingly back at me from the mirror.  I had
narrow shoulders and wide hips, I wasn't fat or even pudgy but I had a
little pooch above my waistline that just wouldn't go away and defined love
handles. I was slim in the waist but I had no muscle definition anywhere.
My nipples were large and often puffy, pinkish brown against my normally
pale skin. I had shaggy brown hair and thick eyebrows and a smattering of
freckles across my small featured face. I had full lips and still not a
hint of facial hair. Even my penis looked feminine. When flaccid it was
very small, and smooth.  I was beginning to grow pubic hair but I didn't
have much of that either. I looked at my legs, slim and shapely, curvy with
thick thighs and calves tapering down to slender small feet with long
toes. I turned around and poked my butt out standing on my toes, it was
round and smooth. I had some hair on my legs but most of it below the knees
concentrated in wispy tufts around my ankles. Then something took over in
me... as if someone else was in control of me, I reached over and took the
stockings...  I felt them in my hands ... and smelled them, putting them to
my cheek.  Then I put them on.  It was the most natural thing to put those
stockings on ... like I had done it a thousand times. Pointing my toe into
the stocking and pulling them up the length of my smooth legs feeling their
silken softness caressing my calf then thigh.  Before I got the second
stocking on I was becoming erect again. I stood in front of the mirror and
turned around, looking over my shoulder at my beautiful shapely legs and
ass . When I looked up at my own face I was shocked... It was as if I was
looking at another person.  A beautiful woman, seductive and sexy.  I
brushed my hair forward with my hands into sort of a pixie cut and pursed
my lips.  My erection was now throbbing. I crossed my legs behind it
squeezing my member between my thighs. I ran my other hand up and down my
leg, letting my finger slip inside the stocking, tugging at the keyhole,
rubbing my silk clad legs together.  I moved my hand to my ass and grabbed
it hard.

	'Who are you', I thought.

	'Samantha', came a response from the ether, from my conscience.

 	I couldn't hold on long, I came minutes later, drained, my
testicles felt tender and sore. Now a new world was opening to me.  I found
my femininity, and it would begin an obsession that would last for my whole
life. Samantha would become my constant ally.

	In the months that followed I continued to raid my older sisters
garments.  She was into lingerie apparently which was great, and had a
rather large collection of stockings, long socks and garters.  I tried to
keep my exploration minimal to avoid detection.  Luckily she had so much
clothing this was easier.  I stayed away from her more recent acquisitions
and more frequently used items, but I, at one time or another, found myself
trying on most everything in her wardrobe.  I started letting my hair grow
out some, not so much that it needed to be pulled back, but I let it grow
out around my ears, let my bangs get long, and let my mullet grow a bit
past my collar.  When I dressed up I would tease it up some and let it fall
around my face.  I thought I looked like Pat Benetar.  I also began using
Rosie's skin care products, hair removal cream on my legs and underarms,
moisturizers and even started playing with some makeup.  The makeup was
difficult for me I couldn't get it just right... and usually settled for
just lipstick and dark eye shadow kind of sloppily applied I thought it
made me look sexy... slutty even.

At school I settled into a group of friends that had a punkish, emo skater
vibe.  So some dark fingernail polish and the occasional eye liner didn't
seem too out of place.  I would daringly wear some lacy black stockings or
girly pink panties under my school clothes sometimes, but ultimately this
was still my greatest secret, I was sure no one knew and wanted to keep it
that way.

	During the school year I didn't see as much of my cousin Mike as I
would like.  When he was still in high school he was active in sports and
had a lot of friends from school activities and was often busy with them on
the weekends.  But during the summer we were back to our old shenanigans.
I don't think his porn habit extended much beyond myself and maybe his
older friend Francis...  Later I would discover this wasn't necessarily the
case.  I would ride my bike to his house and we would hit the pool first or
play some basketball in the driveway, then dip in the pool to cool off and
wash the sweat off before racing up to the bonus room to indulge in our
more hedonistic tendencies.  I remember distinctly the day everything
changed for us.

	 It was Mike's 17th birthday, the 10th of July.  I was over at his
house for his party, there were tons of kids there, His basketball team
friends, some of his classmates, a few girls, girlfriends of his teammates
and friends, and some of his friends that were girls. And of course his
best friend Sarah Jane.  SJ was cool and very friendly, always kind, and a
total smoke show to boot. She was a bit of a tomboy and into a lot of
hobbies that my cousin and I were into.  BMX, Video games, skateboarding,
we all spent a lot of time outdoors.  Mike had been friends with her since
the very beginning She was totally infatuated with Mike but he said she was
more like a sister and couldn't really think of her like that.  She was
wearing a yellow bikini that didn't leave much to the imagination working
on what was already a killer olive tan. My sister who had driven me over,
dropped her present off at the table with all the others and went inside to
change as she had no intention of missing out on some sunning time either.
Mike was in the pool with some other guys rough housing and throwing a nerf
football around.  I was ready for the pool and kicked off my flip flops and
cannon-balled into the middle of them. Before I knew it I was in a headlock
and being drug to the deep end by Mike's friend Jacob. We pooled around for
a while playing Marco Polo and set up the volleyball net and played some
water volleyball. SJ got pegged a few times by mike spiking the ball like a
gorilla and got out after a while a "god ... yer too strong I'm out" or
something, and she was again tanning herself with the other girls in a lawn
chair by the sliding back door.  The party went as one would expect, and as
the sun faded most of the other kids left for their respective homes
leaving Mike, SJ, Jacob and I playing a round robin of the new Street
Fighter game and talking about movies.

	When Jacob and SJ's folks came round to fetch them SJ hopped up
quickly and ran out waving to Mike, I noticed he was staring as she bounced
down the stairs from the bonus room in her little beach outfit.

	I teased mike about SJ sometimes but something told me this wasn't
the time.  Mike sat back on the sofa and we resumed gaming for a few
minutes before I saw SJ's bag in the corner, and some of her other things a
big straw hat and and her jean shorts were sitting on top of the bag.  She
was wearing her

coverup and had her shoes on, and being notoriously forgetful, this didn't
even seem unusual.

	Now was the time to tease Mike.

	"SJ left her stuff again."I said dryly.

	"I Saw that" Mike came back.

	I threw off my swim trunks and ran over to her bag.i pulled on her
jean shorts and started wagging my ass back and forth in front of mike
"Oohh Mike you're so strong", I mocked something she had said at the
pool. Mike was laughing which egged me on, I dove in her bag and came out
with a tank top her big pink sunglasses and I grabbed her ridiculously over
sized straw weave hat I threw together the ensemble and turned around
showing my midsection and letting the shorts ride real low, I could feel
the shorts resting on my growing erection. I rocked my hips back and forth
and let the hat cover my face. I could see through the loosely woven straw
hat that Mike had an entirely different look on his face now.

	"I think I saw her panties in there," I said matter of factly.

	Mike looked surreptitiously at the open doorway but we both knew
his parents had been asleep for some time. He remained silent but smiled
and nodded.

	I pulled the shorts off. Nestled in the bottom of the bag in a tidy
roll were some very trim plain pink panties with a slim white band.  I
unrolled them in my hands, not the super sexy thongs and lace panties I had
been sneaking from my sister (and mom shh), but very feminine non the less.
I slipped them on.

	"Damn your getting hard" Mike said. He had seen enough of my boners
to know one coming on. There was an awkward silence following that. "Me to,
heh" he said with an apprehensive chuckle.

        After a slight pause I pulled SJ's shorts back up and walked
towards Mike who was seated on the sectional still. Now in full
character... not SJ, not Sam, but my alter ego, Samantha. I straddled one
of his knees.  The inside of my bare right thigh touching his. I relished
the skin on skin contact.  I sat in his lap and put on a little pink pair
of socks I had found in the bag, They were a little too small but really
made my feet look incredible and feminine. I pointed my toes and then stood
up and turned to face to him. I brushed his penis accidentally.

	"Woah" he said.

	"I'm sorry," I said backing up slowly.

	Mike grabbed my thigh with his strong hand as I pulled away.  I
froze as he slid his hand up my thigh, under the shorts his fingertips
stopped at the thin material of the panties. "you're so smooth" he said
quietly. I relaxed as his stroked my leg, I felt breathless like I was
going to fall. I reached my hand forward and rested it on Mikes bare chest,
letting my fingertips drift slowly across his bronze skin.

	"You like that?" Samantha said, moving closer to him the bare skin
of our legs sliding together.  I slid forward until the front of my knee
touching his now massively erect cock. I lowered myself on his leg, the way
my cock and balls felt squeezed tight by SJ's little panties was making me
so horny I could barely keep my clothes on. Mikes hand slid around to my
ass, his fingers still flirting with the seam of the panties. I ran my
hands up my chest to my now painfully erect nipples and gave them a
twist. Samantha moaned... I slid my hand down the front of his rock hard
abdomen, I had wanted to feel his sinewy abs for so long, I reveled in it,
working my way down to the waistband of his shorts. The loose elastic band
barely slowed my searching fingers.  I soon had my hand cradled on his
erect member, loosely furtively I touched him.  I raised my head to see him
looking at my face mouth wide in surprise? Lust? Confusion? Whatever it was
I was enthralled by it... I felt powerful... desired...

	I felt his hand grasping my ass tighter as I stroked his large
cock, gently, slowly.  I scratched my nails across its surface and now it
was his turn to moan. I gripped his cock more firmly in my hand now and he
in response yanked down his swimming trunks I knelt between his legs now
both hands on his huge dick.  I felt its heat radiating on my face, its
smell was making me dizzy.

	"That feels so fucking good" he said in barely a whisper.

	I started rubbing my hard cock on his shin bone, I doubt he even
noticed. I was so hard and sensitive I was coming close to an orgasm
myself. I was now pounding his cock with both my fists in earnest. Soon he
was starting to tense up his face looked strained, his eyes were barely
open and the veins in his neck and forehead were straining to the point of
bursting, his cock heads' swollen glans stretched to their tight limits and
then it happened.  It changed my life forever.  His cock convulsed in my
hands, I will never forget it.  His warm ejaculate came in thready spurts
hitting me in my face and coating SJ's shades. Some of course found its way
into my hair and my open mouth.

 	"O Wow" Mike was stunned I remained more or less in place.. slowly
started stroking his cock again and continuing my own grindings I started
licking the cum from around my mouth and looked up at Mike, who fixed on my
stare. His cock was not getting smaller, so I kept slowly working it
squeezing the last drops out.  I already had cum in my mouth so what the
hell I figured.  I leaned forward and started licking Mike's cock.  At
first just the tip, licking off the drops of cum that seemed to ooze out
with every heartbeat, then the sides, under the cock head. I then felt my
own cock, still confined in the small pink panties and running inside the
short leg of SJ's jean shorts, begin to reach climax.  I spewed my load
inside my shorts.  I leaned into Mike as I came, resting my cheek against
his warm hard cock.  I took the hat off to get better purchase on my new
oral fixation. I slid out of SJ's shorts and began really working Mikes
still engorged penis, letting my own saliva coat it as I moved it in and
out of my mouth, getting the hang of it.  My own cock was hard again and
its own juices making my pink panties stretch thin across its surface like
a second skin.  I resumed my previous grinding against Mike's leg which I
now noticed he was pushing into. I began pushing my head further down the
shaft of his cock finally getting the whole cock head in my mouth, rubbing
it against the roof of my mouth and sliding it across the surface of my
tongue.  I felt mike put his hands on the back of my head, pulling me
further down his cock with every nod. At last I could feel his cock hitting
the back of my throat.  I gagged, releasing his cock and coughing. I looked
up at Mike.

	"Are you alright ?" he asked, concern in his voice.

	I didn't answer, but instead just dove back on his cock with
renewed vigor. He was moaning louder than before.  When I felt his cock
swelling in my mouth I knew he was close again. I started jacking his cock
with my right hand as I was caressing his swollen cock head with my tongue
and moments later he started groaning loudly and spewing his load into my
hungry mouth. It was going everywhere in my mouth, out of my mouth,
dribbling down my chin. When he at last relaxed and his cock spewed the
last vestiges of fluid it could muster his beast of a dick finally began to
deflate, even as I continued to lick it clean.

	"woah, have you done that before" Mike asked.

	"No man, I don't know what came over me" I said honestly.

	"well you ... are a natural" Mike said from the corner of the couch
where he was looking around in confusion. "I don't know what to say...
thanks ?"

	"Happy birthday," I said. Wiping my face on SJ's tank top.