Date: Sat, 3 Sep 2005 08:38:09 -0700 (PDT) From: A.K. Wellton Subject: Allen's Summer (TG) Ever sense mid spring I would frequently see Allen climb the stairs to the room over his parent's garage. Allen and I played together in that room during grade school. He had dropped most of his summer activities and was spending allot more time by himself and much of that time over the garage. I could keep track of just about everyone in the neighborhood from the window of my room so I knew how much time he spent by himself I knew from day one I was queer even though I had no idea what bring a queer meant. I thought it was natural to get a hard-on when boys played grab ass. When I was eleven or twelve, I enjoyed getting into the cute costumes my mother would fit up. I did not really mind dressing up in velvet pants and ruffled shirts or sometimes little girl's cloths. She thought I looked so cute. My step-dad would blow a fuse. People just politely said I was different. My contemporaries gave me shit. I was the school's fairy, freak or homo. All in all, in some ways, I enjoyed it. I did have some trophies for marksmanship and sports which made me a little bit more acceptable, to my school mates, but my social life went nowhere. Allen was in with the jock crowd and would give me shit now and then, but generally he had a live and let live attitude. We had birthdays just a few days apart and our mothers were good friends. Beginning in junior high, Allen did not want to be associated with the school fag, but he and I would just tolerate each other. It was a hot day and not wanting to do much, just for the hell of it, I decided to go over to his place and visit the old play room. It had been a long time sense I had been there. I figured Allen would not care as long as no one else showed up. The door at the top of the stairs was ajar. Slowly I pushed it open enough to get a good look inside. I thought I saw Allen climb the stairs, but I could not believe what I was seeing. There stood somebody wearing a pink flowered mini-skirt and light blue halter top . Man had I made a mistake or what? This was not the person I expected, but it was Allen. The door let out a squeak. In shear panic, Allen dove behind some large trunks. "Hey Al." I called even though I knew where he was trying to hide. He knew I had a good look at him but stayed crouched down behind the trunks. "What the hell do you want?" There was both anger and fear in his voice. Being as casual as I could, I went on in, "Nothing, just chilling." sat down on the musty couch and started looking at some old magazines. Allen was still trying to hide as much as possible. Even though I am a totally out gay guy, I have a strong interest in girls as fiends, but seeing Allen in that pink outfit was getting to me. "Hey look," I finally said, "everything is cool." "You going to tell anybody?" he said in a soft voice. "About what?" "Please don't joke around." he pleated. "Don't get so uptight, I am not going to get you in any trouble." Allen finally stood up showing himself in full view. I could not help it, my dick made a move. "When did you start shaving your legs?" I just noticed his smooth legs and longer hair. By now I defiantly had a hard-on even though I really didn't want one. Almost without thinking I slid a hand into my shorts. Allen just stared at my activities. Realizing what I was doing I asked, "Ok with you?" "Yeah, Yeah sure." he stammered. "You still do it?" Allen and I had just started jacking off in junior high school. We would work out together often. "Sometimes." "As a guy or a girl?" "Both." Allen appeared to relax. "Depends on how I feel." It was slow, but he finally grabbed his rocket and went to work. Quickly we were shooting cum all over the room. I blew one of my biggest loads ever. Allen shot for distance. Some of his load hit me. Both of us looked as if we were doused by a bucket of water. We stood there laughing as we pulled our undies over our hips. "You must practice this allot?' Allen panted. "As much as I can, I'm always horny." "Me too." "I didn't know girls jacked off this way." I joked. "You play with what you have." Allen shot back. The pressure off and relaxed, I plopped back on the old couch. Allen slid back into his skirt and straighten his padded bra. All that made me break out laughing. My antics irritated Allen and he gave me a what's so funny look. "Your parents ever see you like this?" I wanted to know. "Yeah, my mother is cool. She sort of likes it." Allen was probably right about his parents. They were on the far out edge of the avant guard intellectual crowd. My mother, herself, would work for every goofy cause coming down the pipe and thought Allen's parents were wonderful people. My step-dad hated them. My parents had a mechanical marriage that operated more like a business than a family. Allen's parents and my mother were very supportive. They always encouraged us to explore life's options. I too owned some girlish clothing most of it the result of my mother Some people think gay boys really want to be female. For more than an hour Allen and I sat close to each other on that old musty couch just talking about anything and everything. He laughed as I told him about my getting a hard-on in weird places or awkward times. He really laughed when I talked about hiding the damp cum spots on my light colored pants. Allen said it was funny watching other guys jump away when I would come close or brush against them. "You like it? Allen slowly asked. "Like what? "You know," he paused and took a breath, "being a queer and all." "I am what I am, man." after a second I said, "You like being a girl?" Without waiting for an answer I said. "See ya tomorrow?" "Sure, come on over, I'm not planning anything." "See ya then." I had never been this hipped ever. I ran as fast as I could back to my house. Finding no one else home, I dashed upstairs. Digging around in the bottom of a draw, I found the stuff. There was a thumping in my chest as I slipped into the panties with lacy around the legs. The bra was a hassle but it was ok after I put on the halter top Then I wiggled into some pink shorty shorts. This outfit looked pretty good even though I felt silly. I heard a car in the drive way. My step dad is an engineer. His job requires him to be gone for long periods of times. When he is at the house, he likes to prepare a huge barbecue. This barbecue is about the only thing he and I have in common and do together. I, in my girl's outfit, headed down to the porch to get everything set up. The barbecue thing really bugged him and served to keep some degree of civility in the house. I received a vicious stare, said, "Hi," and went outside. He hated and had no use for queers so we rarely ever spoke. There had been many heated arguments with my mother over my sexuality and the open way I acted. The truth is, I would act weird, just to bug him. My mother worked in academia and also traveled extensively. I enjoyed being on my own and had the good sense to play everything cool. I knew full well where I would be accepted and places to stay clear and far away. I know being a queer can lead to big trouble. The barbecue was great as usual and I ate too much. That night I lay in my room with a zillion bumper cars banging all over me. I still could not believe what had happened at Allen's place. This town was not that big and I was the only one in school that openly had no problem being called gay, even though I had to put up with allot of grief. Now there was Allen, a jacking off drag queen, who no one even suspected of such a thing. How this all fit together, I did not know. The one thing I did know, I was real glad it happened and I had the felling Allen was glad someone else knew about him. My parents had finished their usual terse discussion, the house went dark and quit. Out of thin air I decided to go to my mothers bathroom, from there I took a bottle of hair cream and body oil.. Back on my side of the house, I read the instructions, smeared most of the bottle on my legs and arms. After a shower, most of what body hair I had was gone. Boy, did I feel real smooth and funny. It was fun just rubbing my hairless legs together. I got hard, pumped off and went to sleep; it was very late. My heard my step dad leave early the next morning, I just checked out my rod, rolled over and back to sleep. About 10 or so, on went some new panties, there was the same hassle with that bra, then a climbed into the pink shorts. I downed a bowl of fruit loops and headed for Allen's house. This time I went down the street to the front door. I did feel silly and got some silly looks, but what the hell, people already know I am strange. Allen's mother was home and did not bat am eye when she opened the door. Allen had a Game Boy going on the TV. Oh man, Allen was wearing guy stuff. Now I really felt like a big idiot he motioned and we went out in the backyard and started shooting hoops. We had not played long when Allen's mother brought out some cool drinks. "Be back in a minute," he said and went inside. That was one of the longest minute ever. Finally Allen reappeared in a short skirt. His mother helped tie his shirt to show his belly button and his breast look real. He had a slender body and made a wonderful, beautiful girl. I, on the other hand, just looked like a weird queer in drag. Allen could see I was getting a hard rod. We headed for the room over the garage. "You get turned on when you see me like this?" He kind of smiled. "Yeah, sort of." I said, "Can asked you a question?" "Ok, I guess." Allen replied. "You a boy or a girl?" Allen got a silly smile, "Well, your dressed like a girl, which are you?" "Queer," I said without hesitation, "What are you?" Allen face turned real serious. "You promise not to say anything?" "Yeah I promise." "Well, sometimes, allot of times, I feel like I want to be a girl." "Not shit, you've got to be kidding." "I am serious, I just feel that I am not really male." Allen seemed to have a big weight lifted off of him. I think that was the first time he had ever said anything like that to anyone. "I thought you were just a closet gay." was all I could think of. "This is different, it is just different." This whole idea was getting to me. I was horny and confused at the same time. I wanted to joke around to lessen the tension. I toss my bra on the floor, "Hate that thing." and went to pumping myself. Allen came up to me, pushed me into a big chair and went to his knees. He kissed my nuts, licked my dick then took the whole thing down his throat. This was my first blow job and it was more wonderful than I could ever have dreamed. Allen kept me harder than my most erotic dreams. I figured he had to be a closet pro. I could hold back no longer and let him have it all over. "Taste great and less filling," he choked. "Whoa man, that was the greatest, most fantastic, sensational..." "I get the point. Gay aren't suppose to get tuned on by females you know." Allen cut in. "Wow man, you have to be a pro at that." "Nope, you are the only guy I have ever sucked." "You're kidding me." "Nope, you are the first." Our rocks off, we stretched out on that old sofa facing each other. "How long have you known you are, well, you are this way." I asked "Allen cracked a small smile," I am not sure, a long time. I always figured you were the lucky one. You got to wear all that cool stuff." "Well, that cool stuff was my mother's idea and got me into allot of shit." "Yeah, I have seen that." "Ok if I as you something?" I felt uncomfortable. "Well, when you take a leak, you do it sitting or standing?" Allen thought a second, "Sit mostly, I guess." "You wear girl's panties too, I suppose? I teased. "As much as I can." Allen relied. Finding a summer job had always been tough for me and this summer was no exception. Allen and I were great friends again so when he ask me to go with him to one of his out of state cousin, I jumped at the idea. His mother would be driving us. Allen had do to a great deal of talking before I caved in and agreed that we would travel as girls. We had been coached on girlish ways and his mother was sure we would have no problem. I packed allot of boy stuff just in case. It was a two day trip. I was on edge the whole time. Allen, on the other hand was free as a bird. Allen's cousin turned out to be a funnier than a barrel on monkeys. I was amazed how much she knew about a boy's ways and thoughts. She knew as much about being a male as we did, even more. I now know why she knew just how to improve our female ways. The month I spent there turned out to be a real experience. As girls, we went every place and did every thing. A few times Allen and I had dates with real boys and they never new the truth. It took me awhile to learn how to hide my young manhood and keep them from showing in my feminine swim suit. I hurt like hell when I would get an erection. I stayed there longer than first expected and left just before school started. Back home I immediately went back to a crew cut hair style, boy's jeans, shorts, and under pants with a fly and no lace. Allen decided to remain with his cousin. We again went separate ways and lost track of each other. A few years later, I had finished school and doing pretty well in the world. My partner and I were making out and getting ready for some hot wild times when the phone rang. It was Allen. He wanted to see me at the motel were he was staying. My roommate was skeptical about my going to see Allen but said ok if I would promise to keep my pants on. Allen looked even better than I remembered. The time he spent with his cousin had changed him more than one could ever imagine. Allen's boobs were not fake anymore and perfect in every way, that is as much as a gay guy likes the looks of a beautiful women. For some silly reason I had a flash back to that afternoon over the garage and just blurted out, "You remember those jack-off sessions over the garage?" Allen started to laugh," I sure do, they were greatest." he paused, "How would you like to go on road trip with me?" he had turned serious. "Like the summer we spent at you cousin's place." "Well, yes and no." "What's the yes part and what's the no part?" I had a feeling of uncertainty, "Well... , the yes part is female... " I cut in "I don't think I into that kind of thing any more." Allen continued," The no part is you don't have to do a thing except be there.? "Be there for what?" "Well, I am going all the way I going to have the surgery." It was a long time before I could say anything, "Looks like we won't be jacking-off together anymore." "Yeah, we still can except one of us will be doing it different." The End