I 'm Mike and was perfectly straight until Chris Thomas, a new kid, came to my school. Chris had long hair and looked very feminine. Sometimes he even seemed to be wearing a little makeup, but I couldn't tell for sure because I didn't look closely.

I didn't really know him but felt sorry for him because a lot of guys would pick on him – mostly verbal abuse, with some occasional shoving. I kept my distance, not wanting to abuse or get abused.

Chris lived down the street from me and was on my afternoon paper route. Most days I just delivered the paper, but once a week I had to collect money, so I needed to stop by everyone's house. Chris didn't usually answer the door – his mom took care of that and paid me. She seemed very nice.

Then one day when his mom was gone, Chris answered the door, and he was wearing a dress! I didn't know what to say, but he knew why I was there. He invited me in while he got my money.

As he brought it to me, I could see clearly that he had makeup on and looked completely like a girl. I couldn't help but stare, which Chris immediately noticed.

"Anything wrong?" he asked.

"No," I nervously replied, "It's just that you look so beautiful!"

"Why thank you," Chris replied, "I try my best."

"I've never seen you this way before," I said.

"I tried going to school like this once and they sent me home," he explained, "So now I just dress at home."

"You are prettier than the girls at school," I said, "I wish I could kiss you." As soon as I said that I regretted it – it was on my mind but wasn't supposed to be spoken!

Chris smiled and said, "Please do." He brought his lips to me. I smelled the seductive perfume and soon I was kissing a boy for the first time and loving it!

I put my arms around Chris and pulled him to me. His tongue parted my lips and we French kissed – it was better than any kiss I'd ever had from a girl. We continued kissing for a few minutes, and then I felt his hand on my crotch.

"I see you really like kissing me," Chris said, "I better take care of you."

Chris dropped to his knees and unzipped me. He took out my cock and soon was sucking me eagerly. Just then his mom came home and walked in on us.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to interrupt," she said, promptly leaving the room. Chris continued to suck me and soon I came in his mouth. It felt wonderful!

Then a feeling of guilt and shame washed over me – I'd just had sex with a guy!

"I have to go now," I said, not even taking the time to thank Chris. I just wanted to get as far away as possible.

I left hurriedly, feeling a sense of panic. I just kissed a guy – and had sex with a guy! I didn't consider myself at all homophobic but have always been thoroughly straight – now that was being challenged.

I rushed through my collections, not able to shake the thought of what I'd just done.

When I went to bed I reflected on the day, and had to acknowledge that Chris gave me a really wonderful blowjob. It was actually my first – I'd never been able to get a girl to do it, but I knew I'd be wanting more and had no idea how to convince any of the girls I knew to do it.

I thought about how pretty Chris was, and how he seemed so much like a real girl. While the idea of kissing a guy was shocking to me, just the same, kissing Chris was pretty nice. The more I thought about it, the more I was inclined to want to see Chris again – and maybe become good friends.

Then it hit me – after Chris had done something so wonderful for me, I just rushed out and never even thanked him. I felt especially bad about that and would make a point to do so.

The next day at school I approached Chris and he smiled at me. Speaking softly so others wouldn't hear I said, "I really liked kissing you, and what you did for me."

"I'm glad to do it," he said, "And you are welcomed to come back any time."

"I'm so sorry I just ran out on you," I confessed.

"I'm used to that," Chris revealed, "Many of them respond that way."

"You do that for a lot of guys?" I asked with surprise.

"All that want it," he said.

"I find that surprising, and see the way they treat you," I observed.

"That's here at school," Chris said, "When they need it, they are a lot more agreeable!"

"Do any of them kiss you?" I asked. Chris responded that I was the only one.

"I know you are a guy," I continued, "But you seem a lot like a girl, and I really like that."

"Then I will be happy to be very girlie for you," Chris said, "Why don't you come over after school?"

I quickly agreed, then we had to go off to class. Throughout class I thought about Chris – I knew he was a boy, but he just looked so good I wanted to be with him. When we kissed it was more passionate than any girl's kiss. But I was straight and didn't do things like that – but I did – and I liked it.

When I jacked-off I would do so to a variety of fantasies – wasn't Chris being a girl just another fantasy? If so, what could it hurt? But this was different – this fantasy was in real life – the whole thing was just so confusing!

My cock was hard, and my class was nearly over. I didn't want to be seen with bulging pants, so I forced myself to concentrate on my class work and it subsided. Part way into my next class I was hard while thinking about Chris again!

By the end of the day, I urgently needed to see Chris. When I arrived at his house I was greeted by Mrs. Thomas.

"Chris is still getting ready for you," she said, "Come in and have a lemonade."

She handed me the cool drink and we sat down in the living room. "I'm glad that Chris has a friend like you," she began, "He has a lot of others who come visit, but they aren't true friends – I call them blowjob buddies, but you are different – are you gay also?"

"I'm not really sure," I said, "I thought I was straight, but I'm attracted to Chris, and it's so confusing."

"Are you attracted to Chris as a girl or as a boy?" she asked.

"As a girl," I said, "When we kissed it seemed like I was kissing a girl."

"In a way, that's kind of the way it is – Chris has been wanting to be a girl most of his life," she replied, "I let him be as girlie as he likes – in fact I got hormones for him to take so he could develop breasts."

"Wow! I didn't realize that – I just thought he was different," I responded.

"Oh, he's different alright," Mrs. Thomas agreed, "Which is why I'm so glad he has a special friend like you – since I walked in on you yesterday he could hardly stop talking about you."

I was glad that Chris liked me – now that I knew more about him it was easier to simply accept him as a girl, which made it all a lot easier for me.

Then Chris entered the room looking stunning! He (or I guess she) had a pretty blue skirt and a pink blouse with ruffles. She wore just enough makeup to accent her features and she looked completely feminine! I stood up as she entered and she walked up to me saying, "Such a gentleman!" and kissed me as her mother watched, smiling.

"Why don't you take Mike up to your room, where you'll have more privacy?" Mrs. Thomas suggested. I was sure she knew full well what that would mean.

Chris took me to her room and closed the door. "Mike, I really like to be with you – you aren't like the other boys."

"I like being with you," I said, "But it's kind of confusing for me."

"I suppose so, since you are mostly straight," Chris agreed. Mostly straight? What was that?

"Completely straight," I said, "At least I thought so – until yesterday."

"I'll try not to threaten your straightness," she said, "I like you being straight and my being your girl."

My girl? Could that possibly work out? It sure seemed pretty far out, but I liked the idea of it.

I took Chris in my arms and held her close as we kissed once again. It was one of those deep, passionate kisses, and I found my hands wandering. I gently squeezed her buns, they felt so nice in my hands. Then I moved a hand to one of her breasts, but quickly pulled back, saying, "Sorry."

"No you're not!" Chris said, taking my hand and placing it directly on her breast. I expected padding or a falsie, but it felt real – just like other girls. "Would you like to see them?" Speechless, I just nodded. Chris unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a pretty blue satin bra. Placing her blouse on the bed she turned her back to me and said, "You get to unhook me – that's a man's job."

I unhooked her bra, and she slipped the straps off and cast the bra onto the bed. She turned to me, displaying the most beautiful titties I had ever seen! Actually, they were the only titties I had ever seen in real life!

I leaned to her and kissed each one, then took a nipple into my mouth and gently sucked. "Oh that's it! Keep doing that," she said, and I continued to suck. She urged me to suck harder and I did, then I switched to the other nipple.

"Am I girlie enough for you?" she asked.

"Your the best girl I've ever been with!" I replied, feeling my cock straining in my pants.

"You can undress me if you like," she said, "That's a man's job too." It was the kind of job I was more than ready for.

I tried to figure out how to loosen her skirt. Chris helped me find the hook and zipper, and soon I had it loose and began slipping it down her legs. I was on my knees, holding her skirt around her ankles as she stepped out of it. She wore pretty blue satin panties, with a very distinct bulge in the front – it was a small bulge, but Chris was clearly aroused – I wasn't sure what I should do about it.

Then Chris said, "There's more to see!" and turned around, revealing that her panties were thongs, and showing me the most beautiful ass! I liked every part of a girl, but the ass was special. I had often fantasized about rimming a girl, but never got close to that – until now I couldn't even get a girl out of her clothes. Now her soft round buns were just inches from my face and I couldn't resist kissing them. First one, then the other, then a playful lick of her crack, which drew a moan of pleasure from Chris. I licked again, this time spreading her cheeks with my hands, licking the thong strap.

"Let me get that out of the way," Chris said, pulling the thong strap over her right cheek, revealing her pucker. Whenever I saw that in porn, I always wanted to kiss it, and now was my chance. My cock was telling me to go for it, and I did! I pressed me lips to her pucker, and extended my tongue into her, producing even more moans of delight. I was delighted to find no objectionable odor – just the faint fragrance of soap and perfume. I drove my tongue in as far as I could and continued for a few minutes until Chris turned around and pulled the front of her panties down to reveal a tiny, but fully erect cock!

I froze. I suppose I was supposed to suck her, but I just couldn't bring myself to. "I'm sorry, I just can't," I said.

"Couldn't you just try?" Chris whined, "I'm so horny!"

I was still hard, and my cock was urging me on, so I leaned toward Chris and took her little cock into my mouth. It was so easy to do and felt kind of nice in my mouth. I ran my tongue around it and Chris put her hands on my head and began to pump in and out, soon shooting a stream of her cum in my mouth. It was strong tasting, and I swallowed before I lost my nerve.

"I'm so sorry – that wasn't very lady-like, but you had me so turned on!" she said, "Nobody has ever done that to me before."

"It was a first for me," I said, feeling kind of strange after having my tongue up a guy's ass, and giving my first blowjob.

"Let me take care of you," Chris said, and quickly unzipped me. She sucked me and I came almost immediately, more strongly than ever before, but then the guilt and shame hit me. I was determined not to run out on Chris again but felt like I'd done something very wrong indeed.

"Having those darned second thoughts, are you?" Chris asked. I nodded, not knowing what to say. Chris pulled her panties up and lay next to me, facing away, spooning with me. I put my arm around her, with my hand cupping a breast. They were quite real – not big, but a nice B cup, which felt great in my hand.

I knew that Chris was a boy, but she felt so much like a girl – even when I was sucking her it seemed like I was going down on a girl!

We lay there for a while until my negative feelings passed, and I squeezed Chris tightly and kissed her neck and ear lobes. She turned over to face me and I put my hand on the bulge in her panties, now much smaller.

"I suppose I really am gay now," I said.

"You mean because of what just happened?" she asked, "I thought you just did what any guy would do for his girl."

"I'd like to see it that way, but it sure seems like I just gave a blowjob," I returned.

"I began taking hormones before puberty, so I never grew like other boys, and grew breasts instead," she explained. "My penis shrunk and is now more like a clitty. I think you did a magnificent job of sucking my clitty – you sure know how to go down on a girl!"

Put that way, it sounded pretty straight to me, and I was very open to a little self-deception, if it would put my mind at ease.

"But as far as the kids at school, we should keep this between us," she said, and I whole-heartedly agreed.

I saw Chris regularly, and she was always femme when she wasn't at school. I took her out on dates in a nearby town so we wouldn't run into anyone who we knew. Mrs. Thomas was wonderfully supportive and often would drive us to our destinations since I had no car available.

The new school year brought some interesting changes. The school announced that it was now supportive of variations in sexual orientation and gender expression, providing specific support for transgendered individuals. They were also embarking on a strict anti-bullying campaign aimed at protecting these students from abuse. Chris decided to announce herself as transgender and be considered female.

The first few weeks of the new school year were kind of rocky. Chris took some abuse from some of the guys, which led to them being suspended when a teacher observed it. After that it toned down. I got a little flack from my friends, who asked me about having sex with Chris – I just told them it was private, and none of their business.

Girls were sneaky and subtle. Pretending to be friendly with Chris, they talked about their boyfriends and asked her to comment on me. At first she just said I was very nice, but the girls pressed for details. One girl said her boyfriend liked going down on her and asked if I went down on Chris. Chris tried to be evasive by saying any guy who cared about his girl would go down on her. The girls took that as a "yes", and soon their boyfriends new as well.

Some of my friends asked how I liked being a cocksucker, and I just said they should try it for themselves if they wanted to know. That put an end to that sort of talk until another change caught up with us.

Chris decided that she would no longer blow the dozen or so guys that had been coming to her regularly. She said intimacy with me was enough for her and it was disrespectful for her to be blowing all those guys while she was my girlfriend. I agreed completely, but the guys she was blowing didn't take it well.

Because of the anti-bullying policy, nothing happened at school, but one evening when Chris and I were on a walk in our neighborhood we were confronted by six guys that she used to blow. They made it clear that they were unhappy with the change and demanded to know what we were going to do to make it right.

In retrospect we should have reported it to the police, but at the time we were afraid that we might be beaten up. There was no way I was going to let them have their way with my girlfriend, so I proposed a solution.

"Okay guys, if you just want to get sucked off whenever you want, I'll do it," I offered, "But you have to leave Chris alone."

Chris immediately protested, but I reassured her.

The guys looked at each other one finally said, "I suppose that's only fitting, since you are the reason your tranny girlfriend cut us off, but you have to start now, and do us whenever we need it – got it?" I nodded in agreement.

"One other thing," he continued, "Your tranny girlfriend has to watch as you do her job now."

Chris tried to stop me, but I was determined. I agreed, and they led us to a garage, and we went inside. The lead guy unzipped and took out his cock. I dropped to my knees and began to suck him. While I didn't like the circumstances, I did enjoy his cock in my mouth, and welcomed his load. He pulled out and I swallowed, stepping back for the next guy to take his place. I glanced up at Chris and saw tears streaming down her face.

This continued until I did all the guys. They insisted that I give them my cell number so they could text me when needed. I did so, and one of the guys said to Chris, "How do you like your faggot boyfriend being an 'on-call' cocksucker?"

We left hurriedly and got out to the sidewalk, where I held Chris closely and told her I loved her and could not bear to have her abused. "So you are doing this to save my honor?" she asked, "Isn't that dishonoring you?"

"You are worth it," I insisted, "Let's just put this behind us and try not to even think about it – I want to focus on thinking about US."

Chris kissed me and said I should come back to her house. Upon arrival, she took me to her room and insisted on rewarding me. By this time we were very much in love, and I was glad to take on her former duties. Deep down, I really enjoyed sucking off all those guys. I found the variety of today strangely enjoyable, even though the circumstances were not.

The boys I sucked told their girlfriends, and soon it was common knowledge throughout the school. Nobody made an issue of it publicly, but I heard snickers from girls and guys alike, but nothing blatant, thanks to the anti-bullying policy. For about a month I regularly sucked off all the guys Chris used to, but one day in the showers after gym class a guy approached with a hard cock and said he needed my mouth – now!

A bunch of guys gathered around, stroking their cocks to erection. Surrounded by horny guys I was getting aroused as well, and it clearly showed. I dropped to my knees and sucked of four guys before the coach came in and broke it up. He told me to see him in his office after I got dressed. When I arrived in his office he asked me if I was forced into sucking the guys. I told him I felt forced but did it voluntarily to avoid trouble. He said I shouldn't have to, and if I wanted, he would help me submit a sexual harassment claim. I told him I didn't want any trouble.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked.

"If it's not too much to ask," I replied, "Could you just look the other way when stuff like this happens – I can handle myself just fine."

He agreed to stay out of the locker room as much as possible when I was there, but if he saw it happen again he would have to break it up. I thanked him and asked if there was anything I could do for him.

"Are you offering me a blowjob?" he asked. I didn't really mean it to come out that way, but now that he asked, I agreed.

"How about coming by after school today?" he proposed, "We don't have any practices today, so we'll be here alone." I agreed.

After school I went to see the coach, who closed his office door and drew the blinds closed. He unzipped and for the first time I saw an adult cock! It was huge – bigger soft than most of the guys were hard. I dropped to my knees and eagerly took him into my mouth. It really filled my mouth, giving me a wonderful new experience. I ran my tongue all over the head of his huge cock, and soon he came, filling my mouth with his warm seed. He thanked me and said it was the best blowjob he'd ever had. He asked if I would be willing to come to his house for more, and I readily agreed.

The coach was the only adult I blew for many years, until I was much older. I continued to date Chris, and finally married her. All the while I continued to blow several dozen guys from my school who continued on to be "regulars" after I graduated.

I feel that I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have a girl like Chris, but doubly lucky to have a following of regulars to blow!

  To be continued . . .

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