I 'm Jim, a sixteen year-old guy who, along with my friend Tim, have given up girls. Tim and I have been the best of friends since we were kids and did nearly everything together – including jacking-off – for a while.

We started out just jacking ourselves off, but then tried stroking each other and that was a whole lot better, so that's what we did regularly. Then one day Tim said, "You know this is really gay? Straight guys don't do this."

"But we're straight!" I protested, "We're just good friends – it's not like I'm in love with you."

We talked it over and decided that we should at least give girls a chance. That meant jacking-off on our own until we found a girl that could satisfy our needs.

That wasn't so easy. We both got comfortable talking with girls, which wasn't easy at first, but soon we were dating regularly. It was pretty easy to get them to kiss, but anything after that was more difficult. A few would let me feel their titties, but only once did I ever have my cock out. I asked her to suck me, but she wouldn't. I offered to go down on her, but she refused, saying it was such a dirty thing to do.

I was lucky that was her response. Tim went down on a girl and said he nearly puked, so I suppose I should count my blessings.

I couldn't get my date to suck me, but she did handle my cock for a bit, and did a little stroking. She wasn't as good at stroking me as Tim was, but it felt good, and I if she did it long enough I'd cum. Sadly, she got bored with it and stopped – she left me with a raging hard-on and just with no immediate relief!

That was the extent of my experience with girls. One day Tim and I compared notes and it turned out he hadn't gotten much further. He did get a girl to suck him, but she wouldn't let him cum in her mouth. Just like a girl!

"So other than that, how was the blowjob?" I asked.

"It was amazing!" Tim confided, "I'm sure if she would have let me, it would be the very best way to cum – I sure wish I could have."

"I'll suck you if you suck me," I said.

"Really?" Tim replied, "That would be great – but you have to follow through – no chickening out after you cum!"

I promised that I wouldn't but then wondered if I could do it after I came. I remember feeling mild shame after I came from Tim jacking me off, but it was nothing that kept me from finishing him off. I knew that if I chickened out it would really damage our friendship, so I offered to go first.

Tim readily agreed and soon I was on my knees sucking him. I knew for sure that this was a really gay thing to do, but aIso knew I was straight – just helping out a friend. What really surprised me was that I liked having Tim's cock in my mouth – it felt so natural – almost like it belonged there. I enjoyed the feeling of it growing as I sucked.

Suddenly Tim stopped me and said, "I'll do you for awhile, and then we can switch back and finish."

I really wanted to continue but wasn't about to forego getting sucked. I stood up, unzipped and took my cock out. Tim sucked me and soon I was erect. He was absolutely right – this was amazing, and I knew a wanted a lot more. I thought about cumming in Tim's mouth and felt myself getting close when Tim pulled off and said, "Okay, finish me off."

We traded places and I resumed sucking Tim. He was still hard, as was I and now that I was aroused, I sucked him eagerly. It only took a few minutes before he came in my mouth. The taste completely surprised me – I didn't know what to expect, but this was different from anything I could have expected. It was very strong tasting, but not objectionable. I was pleased to suck Tim to completion and thought of his load as my reward for a job well done. Tim pulled out of my mouth, and I swallowed.

"I have to tell you that now that I've cum I don't feel as enthusiastic about sucking you as I did a few minutes ago," he said, "But I'm not gonna welch on a deal."

Tim knelt and I gave him my cock and soon I was on my way to the orgasm of my life! It didn't take long before I came and it was the best ever for me! Tim swallowed immediately and I pulled out when I finished pumping.

"That was wonderful!" I said, and Tim agreed. We discussed it and decided that since we had given girls a fair chance – and they let us down – it was perfectly okay to suck each other off as often as needed.

And so it was that we gave up girls – at least for awhile. I love sucking Tim as much as I loved being sucked, but I was still attracted to girls. I suppose that proved that even though I was a cocksucker, I was still straight. Tim and I talked about it and he said he was interested in dating girls again, but wasn't going to expect much. We agreed that we could continue to suck each other off, and that way we really didn't care if the girls came through for us.

As we got a little older, the girls were more open to doing things, and I would occasionally get handjobs to completion. Girls generally regard cum as absolutely "yucky", taking care to wipe it off their hands if they got any on themselves.

I finally got some exposure to pussy when one girl let me slip my hand into her panties and finger her. She taught me how to find her clitty and finger he to climax. After I did that once she wanted it on every date, which I did. The only bad part was the way it made my finger stink. Even wiping it off with a tissue wasn't enough, so I began bringing wet-wipes for cleanup afterward.

I found the pussy to be "interesting" but began to think that it sure would be better if girls had cocks instead. I know that's a crazy thought, but that's what popped into my head. I set it aside for now.

Then one day Tim and I were talking after sucking and I mentioned it to him. He thought it was a great idea, but not something we could make use of. After all, just where do you go to find a girl with a dick?

Just for fun we decided to Google "girl with a dick" to see what resulted. We were both amazed at the many hits. We saw incredibly arousing pictures of shemales, ladyboys and others. At first we focused on the pictures, but later read some erotic stories and later some personal blogs. We began to understand that shemale and ladyboy were porn industry terms that most girls with dicks found insulting. They also didn't like being referred to a "girls with dicks". We learned that there were transgender girls, who lived full time as a girl, but most still had their cocks. They usually took hormones and developed real breasts. There were also cross-dressers, who were guys who would dress as girls from time to time.

We spent a lot of time looking at pictures of both and agreed that we'd love to have one as a girlfriend – but where do you meet such a girl? Our online searched delivered an answer: Facebook. There were actually transgender groups on facebook which we quickly joined. There we had the opportunity to "meet" trans-women and get comfortable conversing with them. It turned out that you have to treat them completely as regular women – any hint that I thought they were a guy in a dress would quickly get me un-friended – so I learned.

I developed some nice online friendships and we exchanged pictures, but the problem was that they were so far away. It seemed like everyone on the internet is thousands of miles away!

One girl I met there suggested that I look for a facebook transgender group for my city. I live in the suburbs of a major city, so I looked and quicky found and joined a group for my nearby city. I told Tim about it and he joined as well. Soon we were talking to girls nearby. I would regularly search the group membership for someone nearby, and found a girl in my suburb who was two years younger than I was. Her name was Julie and we soon became friends. She told me that she lived femme fulltime. She sent me a face picture and I looked up her name in my high school yearbook, but couldn't find her. I looked at all the girl pictures but wasn't able to find a match.

I told her and she said that she went to a private high school. She had trouble from the other kids when she was a public school in another city. When they moved here, her mother sent her to a private school, which worked out well.

I asked her if I could take her out on a date and she said she would have to ask her mother, who was very protective. That seemed really strange, but I patiently awaited her reply.

She invited me over to her house to meet her mother and have dinner. Her mother was nice but lost no time in explaining to me that as a trans-girl, Julie had to be very careful – every year many trans-women are beaten and sometimes killed by bigots. I didn't know that, and it was kind of scary. She made me promise to keep her safe and not tell others of her secret. After dinner she said she was going to bed early and we should get better acquainted in the living room.

We sat on the couch and talked awhile before I tried to kiss her. She was reluctant at first and said, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Of course," I said, "Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, you know that I still have my boy parts," she said, looking away as if embarrassed at the revelation.

"But you really are a girl, aren't you?" I asked.

"Some might debate that," she replied, "What do you think?"

You sure look and act like a girl," I said, "And I hope to soon find that you kiss like a girl!"

That broke the ice and Julie leaned to me and we kissed. Her tongue parted my lips and we continued to kiss deeply for a couple of minutes.

"Wow!" I said, "That was the best kiss I ever had!"

"So, tell me Jim," Julie asked, looking me straight in the eyes, "Why are you interested in a girl like me?"

I had no idea what to say, but the direct truth would certainly upset Julie, so I had to come up with something less direct.

"It's hard to describe, but somehow I find girls like you very desirable," I finally said.

I wanted to say more but couldn't think of anything appropriate.

"Are you gay?" Julie asked. The stunned me – nobody had ever asked me that, and I sure never expected it from a girl!

"No," I replied, "I'm pretty much straight."

"Pretty much?" Julie said, giggling, "That's a category I haven't heard of. Have you ever been with a guy?"

"My best friend is a guy," I said, "We've been since we were kids."

"I mean sexually," she said, "Have you ever had sex with a guy?"

"Yes," I admitted, hoping she wouldn't ask for more detail, "But I like girls better."

"Perhaps you are really bisexual," she said, "And that might be why you are interested in girls like me."

"Maybe," I said, "There is something kind of exotic about you that I find very attractive."

"Exotic?" Julie said, "Now that's a very nice way to put it – I hope I meet your expectations – by the way, exactly what are your expectations?"

"I'd like you to be my girlfriend," I said, "I want to take you out on dates and maybe fall in love with you."

"You think you could fall in love with a girl like me?" she asked."

"I'm sure I could," I said, "I'm already half way there!" I affirmed.

I realized that I had a real gem in Julie and decided not to spoil things by moving too fast. I stuck with kissing for now. We did a lot of that, along with talking and I found that I really liked Julie as a person. Her other "charms" were a wonderful plus that I looked forward to enjoying.

I returned home with great hope, and the next day when Tim and I met for our suck session I told him all about Julie.

"You're a lucky guy!" Tim said, "Maybe we could have a three-way sometime."

"No way!" I replied, "Get your own."

"Easy for you to say!" Tim replied, "You already got yours."

I felt sorry for Tim, but not sorry enough to share Julie. I told him about the Facebook group and helped him get signed up for it. I also asked Julie if she had any friends that might be interested in a nice guy, and she said she had several, and would ask them if they would be open to meeting Tim.

Meanwhile, I was eager to proceed with Julie, but I deliberately went slowly. On our first date we kissed as usual – I just couldn't get enough of her passionate kisses! I put my hand on one of her breasts, but then quickly removed it, saying, "Sorry."

Julie surprised me by taking my hand and placing it firmly on her breast, which I squeezed gently. To my surprise Julie began to moan. Unlike other girls, who seemed to simply tolerate my feeling them, Julie really liked it. I moved to the other breast as we continued to kiss. I paused and Julie said, "Thank you." I knew I'd be doing a lot more of this!

Julie unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra up, exposing two small, but beautifully formed breasts. This was my first time to see titties in real life. I'd seen them in online porn of course, and they were generally big. Julie's were small, but looked great. "My nipples are really sensitive," she said.

"I'll be gentle," I said, as I leaned to her and gently sucked a nipple.

"No," she said, "Do it like you really mean it!"

I sucked harder and Julie moaned louder. I continued and then moved to the other nipple, noting that the one I'd been sucking was now erect – I was learning new things about girls as we proceeded! I took the erect nipple between my fingers and gently pinched it as I sucked the other.

"Oh that's it!" Julie panted, "But harder!"

I pinched harder, fearing I might hurt her, but she loved it.

We continued for awhile and then resumed kissing. "I hope you like my girl parts enough to satisfy you, so you can just ignore my boy parts."

"Julie dear," I replied, "I really don't want to ignore any part of you, and since you are a girl, what's between your legs are girl parts."

Julie giggled and said, "That's nice of you to say, but I wish it wasn't there – one day it will be gone."

"What do you mean?" I asked. She explained gender conforming surgery, which would remove her cock and make a pussy in it's place. I listened in horror, finding it difficult to imagine such a thing.

Julie noted my apparent discomfort and said, "Are you alright?"

"Sorry," I replied, "All that just makes me cringe!"

"I didn't want to freak you out," Julie said, "I'll try not to talk about it." I took Julie home and we kissed more before I departed.

I couldn't help feeling a horrible sense of impending loss. I finally found a girl with a dick, and that was going to be taken from me. I imagined myself going down on Julie, sucking her cock (which I began thinking of as a "clitty"), when it suddenly transformed into a pussy, completely turning me off!

Tim met with two of Julie's friends and hit it off with one, so now he had a girl of his own. We still sucked each other off a couple times a week and compared dating experiences.

For the next few dates I stayed above the waist with Julie, but I really wanted her clitty. I slipped my hand up her skirt as we kissed, and she put her legs together and said, "Are you sure you really want to do that?"

"I'm sure," I confirmed, "I want you – all of you."

Julie spread her legs and I moved my hand up until I reached her panties and rubbed her, feeling the bulge of her clitty, which got larger as I stroked her. "This is all so new to me," she said, "You are my first boyfriend and I'm not quite sure what to do."

"Just go with it," I said, continuing to rub her clitty, which was now straining in her panties. I pulled the panties to the side, releasing her clitty. I took her clitty in my hand and squeezed it as we kissed, and that really kicked her passion level up!

Her clitty was not fully hard, but not especially large – just a nice size that fit in my hand nicely. I wanted her clitty so badly, and lifted Julie's skirt exposing her lovely clitty, which I took into my mouth. Julie's moaning was more intense than ever before, and she ran her fingers through my hair as I sucked her.

This was my dream-come-true! What could be better than going down on a girl like Julie? It was kind of like sucking Tim – mechanically at least – but it felt like so much more! Sucking Julie was better because I cared so much for her. "I'm cumming," she said, and soon gave me a mouthful of her girl juice. It was strong tasting, similar to Tim's cum, but somehow better – maybe because was my girl's! I relished the feeling of her clitty pumping into my mouth. When she finished I sat up and swallowed.

"That was wonderful!" she said, "Nobody ever did that for me before."

"I'm glad you like it," I said, "I hope I can do that for you a lot more."

"You've been such a wonderful gentleman that I'm almost forgetting to take care of you!" she said, and unzipped my trousers. I was already hard, so I had to help her get my cock out, but then she sucked me and it was far better that what Tim did! Watching her suck me was so arousing, and I came in just a few minutes.

Julie swallowed, and said, "That's a really strange taste – I never expected it to be like that."

"Is that your first time?" I asked, and Julie affirmed that it was.

"Did I do it okay?" she asked, "I want it to be just right for you."

"It sure was!" I assured her, "I've never gotten that from a girl before."

"After what you did for me," she said, "How could I not do the same for you?"

That was just the first of many times we went down on each other. For me, it was a completely natural thing to do. If a guy cared about his girl, he would go down on her, and I certainly cared about Julie! One day we "discovered" 69, and I found that I really loved doing it with Julie on top – I got a wonderful view of her pretty ass!

The more we 69'd, the more I was attracted to Julie's ass – I wanted to kiss her cheeks, and maybe even rim her. Rimming her seemed really hot, but I couldn't quite get over what a dirty act it seemed to be. What if she wasn't clean?

One day we had been 69'ing for a few minutes and were both well aroused, and I asked Julie to move her ass back to my mouth, so I could kiss it. She thought that was kinky but went along with my request. I kissed each of her pretty cheeks and licked the crack before spreading her cheeks to reveal her pretty pucker. I'd never seen it before, and it looked really attractive to me. I pressed my lips to it and licked.

"Oh Jim! What are you doing?" she said, soon following with "Oh Jim!" and moaning. I was delighted that there were no unpleasant odors – just the fragrance of soap and perfume. I rimmed Julie for a couple minutes and then she suddenly got up, turned around, and plunged her clitty into my mouth, pumping in and out until she climaxed.

"I'm sorry," she said, "That wasn't very lady-like, but you got me so turned on I just couldn't help it!"

"I'm glad I did!" I confessed, "We'll have to do this more often – and thank you for being so wonderfully clean."

"For you Jim I will always be kissing clean there," she said with a big smile.

"Good," I replied, "Because I plan to do a lot of kissing!"

Nothing more was said as Julie sucked me in an especially enthusiastic manner. Our relationship was taking wonderful new turns!

One day Julie completely surprised me when she said, "I've been thinking about this a lot, and maybe I won't have the surgery – would you still want me if I didn't?"

"Of course I would!" I insisted, "What changed your mind?"

"The wonderful feeling when you go down on me," Julie explained, "I'd like more if you don't mind."

"Mind?" I replied, "I love doing it!"

"But Jim," she asked, "Please be honest with me – how is that different than going down on a boy? Doesn't that bother you?"

"Julie dear," I responded, "I consider myself straight but have gone down on a guy, and while there are similarities, with you it's entirely different."

"How?" she asked.

"Because I really care about you," I replied, "I didn't care about the guy I did."

All this was true, but it wasn't the entire story. Tim and I sucked each other so we could each cum, and I did like the act itself, but it was so much better with Julie.

I was really happy to get this far with Julie, especially since she was so protective of her clitty, reluctant to share it, but now she was seeing things differently. I was so delighted that Julie was going to remain "special" for me.

"Besides," Julie continued, "Surgery has it's downside."

"In what way?" I asked.

"Well," Julie continued, "It's pretty major surgery and very expensive – recovery can take up to six months and while I would have a vagina usable for love making, it would really be just a hole that looked like a vagina. Besides, you've made me experience my clitty in ways I never have before."

"So you aren't going to have it?" I asked hopefully.

"I'm not entirely sure, but leaning against it," she said, "Would you still want me if I didn't? I might not be able to get a legal gender change, so I would legally still be a boy."

I took Julie in my arms and held her, kissing her lovingly. She felt so good in my arms and I knew that I wanted to be with her forever. "I like you just the way are, and would rather you never had that surgery. To me, you are a completely a girl regardless of your legal status."

"I hoped you would say that," she said, "Thanks to you, I really like my clitty and want to keep it."

"I like your clitty as well," I agreed, "And hope you don't think I'm a pervert because of it."

"Pervert? Never!" she responded, "Just a guy with exotic tastes."

I kissed Julie once again and said, "You are the exotic girl of my dreams."

"I want you to still make love to me," she said, "I don't need a vagina for that."

Julie was so much better than I could ever have expected. Every guy wants to go all the way with a girl, and usually has to work hard to get her to agree – now Julie was actually inviting me!

  To be continued . . .

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