Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2018 13:48:02 +0200 (CEST)
From: Sandwich <3151864645@tutanota.com>
Subject: A Boy with a Pussy

1. This story is purely fictional. The characters and scenario are not
real; they are figments of my imagination.
2. An adapted version of the lines "She was now straddling my cock with
her pussy. It literally felt as if one of her pussy lips was on each side
of my hard-on." appears below. It was taken from a story on Nifty written
by Las Vegas. I love that line. I hope Las Vegas doesn't mind; please
accept my thanks!
3. Everything else is my original work.
4. This is my first ever Nifty submission. Feedback would be fantastic!
Feel free to email me..


***

A Boy with a Pussy

***

Ethan wasn't a typical boy. Ethan was gay. It's hard enough for a young
boy who likes other boys. Most gay boys have to worry about ever finding
another gay boy to have fun with, which is a rare thing. Ethan, though,
was at an even greater disadvantage. A cute gay boy loves cock, and Ethan
was no exception, but he was born without a cock of his own. He was born
as a girl.

He was never a girl, though. He was always a boy. He cut his hair short.
He rode a skateboard. He burped and he swore. He fought with his friends,
even though he always seemed to conveniently lose. He wasn't a tomboy. He
was a boy. Never for a moment did he think like a girl, nor did he ever
think he liked a girl. He was a boy, and he was gay.

Ethan had mates, and they never treated him any differently, if they knew
his secret at all. But these boys weren't gay, they liked girls. So, he
feared that he would go through life stuck in his own niche, which is a
soul crushing prospect.

One evening, I had the privilege of hosting Ethan at my house. I would
get to spend the night and day with him before he would have to get home
to do his homework for the coming week. Our story starts a little bit
after the beginning...

***

"I don't like it because it's what girls have." Ethan said, clearly a bit
flustered and annoyed.

I honestly don't remember how we got onto the subject, but it had been
innocent enough. We were talking about Ethan's vagina - a piece of kit
that no boy would ever really want on his body. Ethan, though, was born
unlucky in that regard. It was late. We were in my bedroom and about to
go to sleep...

"But you are a boy." I said definitively, doing my best to reassure him.
"It's just a part of your body. That's all."

He cracked a grin at me, but was still clearly feeling down.

"It's your dick." I said.

Ethan looked at me curiously.

I repeated, "It's YOUR dick."

"No it's not." He replied.

"It is!" I insisted, "Who says it isn't?"

"It's not a dick." Ethan said, looking at me like I was an idiot. "It's a
pussy..." he said sheepishly, his voice trailing off as the he started to
utter the first word, clearly ashamed at the admission.

My heart bled for him. Here was this perfect boy. A gay boy; he just
wanted to be like any other. If anyone ever deserved to be born the way
they wanted, it was Ethan. I was gutted for him, but I had to make him
feel better about himself.
"Look," I started, trying to think best how to agree with him, yet to
also convince him that he was wrong. "I know, but think about it. You've
always known you are a boy, and you are." The curious look returned to
Ethan's face. "But you had to tell people that so that they know too.
Otherwise, they might have thought you are a girl, right?" I could tell
he wasn't convinced, but I persisted. "Why won't you call it a dick? It
works exactly the same way. You use it to piss and when you rub it, it
feels good, right?"

Ethan nodded, realising I had a point.

"So even though it's different, it's still a dick if you say it's a
dick." Ethan was hesitant. "Try it." I insisted, "Call it your dick."

Ethan looked down, "My dick..." he said quietly, contemplating this new
concept.

"What's his name?" I asked.

"What?"

"Every dick has a name." I said, "Mine's Willy."

Ethan laughed. "What a silly name for a willy!" he said, clearly proud of
his pun.

"Shhh" I replied, looking down towards my own package, "He can hear
you... you'll hurt his feelings." I gave Ethan a smile and he returned
served with his own heart-melting version, before looking down on his own
again.

"Don't answer right away," I told him, "sleep on it. Speaking of which,
do you want to go to bed?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Are you going to be okay on the lounge? I don't know how comfy it is."

"Sure." he beamed. My God, he was amazing.

"Wake me up if it's no good." I instructed him, as I placed my spare
pillow and a blanket on the three-seater, which he was comfortably short
enough to lie on without any problem. Ethan got into this makeshift bed
while across the room I began ditching my jumper, leaving it on the
floor, before not-so-subtly pulling off my jeans while standing next to
my bed. Facing completely away from him, Ethan had an easy view of my
now-exposed toned legs, plus my round ass hidden beneath my white briefs.
I didn't need to look at him to know he was gawking at me, before I
pulled back my covers and darted under, turning and making eye contact as
I did. He gave me another grin and then started rustling beneath his
blanket, before flinging out his hoodie and then his pants, and tossing
them to the floor. He smiled at me with what I realise now was a bit of
mischief in his eyes, before I said "goodnight Ethan."

"Goodnight Dylan." he replied, and I flicked off the light.

***

I woke up into a semi-conscious state when I sensed something was
different. The room was still pitch black. In my stupor, I couldn't work
out what was going on at the time. I felt a presence next to me; a weight
half on top of me. I fell back asleep.

Who knows how much longer later, I awoke again. This time, I was more
coherent. Someone was in bed with me. I froze, every single muscle in my
body feeling like it seized up, and I felt incredibly cold in my warm
bed, with a warm body next to me. Unable or unwilling - whichever it
really was - to move at all, it felt like all my blood had emptied from
my veins, only to pool in one place. I could feel my groin throbbing. I
was harder than I'd ever been in my life and I'm sure with all the fluid
in my cock, I was bigger than ever before, too. There was no sound to be
heard other than the soft passage of breath in and out of someone else's
nostrils.

I laid there for what felt like hours, but surely was only seconds,
listening to that rhythmic tone as my other senses abandoned me, other
than the feeling in my loins. I was terrified. Not by who was next to me,
their face mere inches from mine, but by the scenario I found myself in.
My mind was unable to process this, and after an eternity in that moment,
I finally uttered the only word I could think of; the only word which
held any meaning at that point in time.

"Ethan" I said, barely loud enough for the boy directly in front of me to
hear, even if he was conscious.

Unsurprisingly, I met no reply, so I again stammered "Ethan." Again,
there was nothing.

More timeless time passed, before I repeated "Ethan.", louder this time.

A slight groan was the reply. My groin ached at this tiny sound, but my
senses were beginning to come back.

The fourth time I said "Ethan" was finally enough.

"Mmmwhat?" he replied, shifting slightly.

"What are you doing?" I asked, with some aggravation in my voice, albeit
very contrived.

"The lounge was no good." Ethan murmured, still half asleep.

"I told you to tell me. You can have the bed." I replied.

"I don't want to steal your bed." Ethan replied, "Do you want me to go
back?" He started to move, so I reached over and held him in place.

"Go back to sleep." I replied. He let out a sigh and did exactly that,
and somehow, with my hand still resting on his upper arm, I fell right to
sleep, too.

***

Next time I started to rouse, I felt different. I wasn't cold anymore; I
was very warm. The weight from earlier in the evening was back, and had
doubled. Some very faint natural light was creeping into the room beneath
the curtains, and I worked out what was happening. Ethan was on top of
me. We were completely chest on chest, and his head was turned to rest on
my left shoulder, and his left hand was placed on my right shoulder. It
was incredible. I'd never really felt an entire body weight on top of me
before, even though Ethan didn't weigh much compared to me. Somewhere
during the course of the night, I'd discarded my shirt, leaving me
wearing just my briefs.

Ethan, meanwhile, was wearing his binder. It was cut-off about halfway
down his ribcage, soft nylon at the back and slick spandex at the front.
It was doing its job, I thought, because there was absolutely no hint of
a bosom that I could feel. He also wore what I later found out were
typical boy's underpants. They were at least one or two sizes too small
for him, probably because he wanted them to feel snug where it counts.

I was in heaven. I wrapped my arms around this gorgeous boy and held him.
His reaction was to shift slightly, but we remained in an unchanged
position, just pressed slightly firmer together. It was at this point
that I realised Ethan was straddling my cock with his pussy. It literally
felt as if one of his pussy lips was on each side of my hard-on. I was
rock hard, and my six-inch cock was pressed down and pointing directly up
towards my naval.

We were both so wet. I couldn't remember anything at all, but I must have
had a wet dream. Ethan might have leaked some juices of his own, too. Our
groins were both sodden. Gradually, he woke up, and lifted his head and
turned to me.

"Hey Dylan." he said casually, followed by his cute smile. It was just
bright enough in the room now for me to see him.

"Hey." I replied, looking at him like he had just no idea what he was
getting himself into. He leaned in and pecked me on the cheek, and then
giggled, raising his eyebrows at me. "You're crazy." I said flatly.

He giggled at that, too. He had me right where he wanted me and knew
that, if I didn't want this, I would have already put a stop to it.
Instead, I hugged him tightly and just admired the soft face staring back
at me.

I took my hands off his back and placed them both gently on his head,
running my fingers through his short, messy, hazel dark hair. I pulled
him slightly closer and tilted my head, waiting for any sign of
resistance from him to give me an excuse to end it there.

Of course, Ethan didn't resist. He hesitated, briefly, before brushing my
upper lip with his own. I countered with a grab at his bottom lip with
both mine. He poked his tongue out and licked my lip, and before he could
retract it, my tongue darted at his. We started making out. I got the
feeling he'd done it before, but not much, because he slobbered all over
me, which I absolutely loved. Or, perhaps that was just his style, like
mine. Nothing says 'I'm into you' more than a wet kiss that holds nothing
back. I wanted badly for Ethan to be into me and I wanted to show him
that I felt the same, so I returned the favour, our tongues occasionally
darting up to a cheek or a nose, or down to a chin, just for the sake of
getting it wet and slobbery. It was awesome.

When we finally broke it off, we resumed gazing at each other, curiously,
and lustfully. I could sense the tension rising, so I had to try and
break the ice.

"Did you think of a name?" I asked.

"What?" Ethan was puzzled.

"For your dick" I replied, and in that moment both our minds shifted
southwards, to where our genitals were still pressed up against one
another.

Ethan jumped a little, clearly a bit surprised at the contact with his
private part. I'd genuinely forgotten about them, and somehow he hadn't
even realised since waking up. I guess he really didn't put much thought
into that part of his body. Whether or not he had realised before, that I
was still rock hard, was another question, but regardless, he rolled off
to the side of me. I was disappointed and I think he was feeling very
self-aware, which made me feel really bad. I rolled onto my side to face
him.

Thankfully, he salvaged the situation. "Oh, I named him 'Dylan'" he said,
with a giggle and a big grin.

"Oh, very original" I retorted, "Very clever!"

We both laughed.

***

"What do you want to do today?" I asked, as we lay there next to each
other.

"I dunno" Ethan said, with a wry smile. I instantly planted my lips on
his and we were back at it again. As our tongues were exploring, our
hands started to as well. As I rubbed the small of his back and fiddled
with his briefs with his left hand, his right hand was slowly creeping
down my abs. He fingered around my belly button with curiosity before
continuing on, reaching my own underwear. I pulled his body closer to
mine, careful to avoid contact with his 'dick' in case it upset him.

We were both still in our bottoms and Ethan in his binder. By now I had
his butt cheek in my hand, gently groping it over the soft fabric. Ethan
wasn't shy when it came to touching me. He had a quick feel around my
junk, pulled on the tip and brushed his palm up and down my shaft, before
he found my balls, which he cupped and caressed, letting out a little
giggle as he did. He alternated between that and rubbing my cock for a
minute or so. My hand left his ass and came up and grabbed his head, so I
could plunge a bit more of my tongue into him.

He took this as a cue that I was ready for the next step. Clearly, he
was, because he broke off the kiss and started to scooch down. The covers
gradually came off as Ethan licked and sucked my nipples, but not for
long, as he ran his head and mouth down my chest, stomach and finally to
my groin. He wasn't in the mood for a tease as he started trying to get
me naked, tugging at the fabric of my jocks. I raised my butt a little to
help him, and in a swift motion he pulled them all the way down to my
ankles, wrestling briefly to get them completely off. As he did I was
treated to a view of his panty-clad ass, which was divine.

Ethan flopped back down, resting the left side of his head on my stomach.
He was entirely facing away from me, so I couldn't see his expression as
he fondled his first hard, naked cock. I bet he was grinning like a
Cheshire cat. He jerked me for a few moments before he scooched a little
closer again, pulling my foreskin right back. I felt him lick my tip and
take a moment to savour the flavour of precum. He repeated this, slowly,
teasingly, as he kept a grip on my base. He lifted his head for a moment
and went down to my balls, giving them a good lick. I had shaved two days
before, so he was able to enjoy it all with practically no hair on me.

He then went back and got the real blowjob underway. How long had he been
planning this, I wondered? How many pornos had he watched to try and
teach himself how to do it? He wrapped his lips around my mushroom head
and darted his tongue over my sensitive glans. He realised it wasn't wet
enough, so he worked some moisture up in his mouth and spat it onto me,
before continuing to bob his head on my prick. Have I mentioned that I
was rock hard? I placed my hands on his head and tried to push him a
little deeper, but he gagged almost instantly. I relented, and to his
credit he tried a couple more times, but he just wasn't ready for that.

Ethan was still wearing his briefs and his binder, practically curled up
in a ball and facing my feet. I wanted him naked. I wondered if he'd be
willing to take either off, and decided to see how he reacted when I
reached for his hip and pulled it towards me. He obliged, by scooching
his bottom half towards me, still maintaining a good rhythm of dick
sucking at the same time. He raised his left leg a little and I grabbed
it, pulling it over to my left side. We were in a 69 position. Ethan was
clearly nervous. I caressed his sides and began to tug at his undies. He
let out a little squeal as I pulled them down, exposing his butt cheeks
to me. Keeping his reaction to his pussy from earlier in mind, I let his
panties rest just far enough down that I could barely see his slit. My
interest right now was in Ethan's virgin asshole.

It was perfection. Pink and hairless, Ethan's pucker kept itself closed
tight even with his soft, pale white ass cheeks spread open by my hands.
My mouth watered but I decided to tease both of us. I blew air onto his
hole and he jumped, enough for me to feel a little bit of teeth on my
cock, as Ethan continued to devour it. The fingers on my right hand
started to creep towards their target, and my index finger came to rest
gently on his anus. Ethan shivered again as I started rubbing in a
circular motion. The friction was clearly intense for him. I worked up
and spat a wad of saliva onto his 'other pussy', and rubbed it all over,
slickening him up. I gently prodded at it with my index finger and felt
it start to open. Ethan jumped again.

No longer able to resist, I pulled Ethan by the hips and sat him back on
my face. I licked his asshole like it was a soft serve, before flicking
my tongue over it as fast as I could. I could hear Ethan moaning quietly
as he began to lose rhythm in his sucking. I pushed as deep as I could,
tasting his slightly musty ass-cunt and getting totally turned on by the
flavour. He obviously knew how to keep it clean.

Out of the blue, I heard him murmur "Fuck me..." The first words either
of us had spoken in ages. I was taken aback, but way too horny to decline
his request. I needed to get him ready, first, though.

"Soon" I muttered, in between slurps. "Stop sucking" I instructed, and
Ethan paused. "Take your panties off" I ordered. Ethan stood up on the
bed directly above me, and I pulled his underwear off as he stepped out
of him. I grabbed his knees and pulled him back into the same position we
were in, but this time had his asshole right in my face. He rested his
hands on my hips and moaned as I continued to eat his ass. Several
minutes passed before I reluctantly brought my index finger back into the
mix, poking it inside of him up to the first knuckle. I explored the
walls of his anal cavity and tried to put pressure on his sphincter. He'd
be way too tight to fuck without a bit of prep.

***

I continued to work at his hole while he cooed. He kept glancing down at
me as I switched between fingering his backdoor and eating it out. At one
point I noticed him rubbing his chest, but never saw his hands go
anywhere near his vagina, which I too was respectfully ignoring. I
gradually added more digits, more knuckles, and more digits again, trying
to pull his walls apart, but there was a lot of resistance. Eventually, I
decided that we were both ready.

I stopped, slapped his ass and asked "'you ready?"

"Ah-huh" was the reply as we both got off the bed and stood. I kissed him
for a few moments, before I pulled the covers up and laid two towels,
which I kept handy on my dresser.

"How do you want it?"

"Umm..." Ethan was genuinely unsure. I guess that's the one thing he
hadn't thought about. It was less relevant than just getting a dick
inside him.

"How about, you lie down on your stomach?"

He beamed at me. He clearly liked the idea of taking it from behind,
without any control, and it meant I could be right on top of him. It
would also take any attention off of his vagina, I figured, since he
could hide it. I grabbed my pillow and placed it near the end of the bed.
Ethan got the idea, and laid on top of it, elevating his ass to me. I
stood behind him and admired the view. I guessed he hadn't realised I
could see his pussy in all its glory from this angle. It was bright pink
and swollen, and his outer labia hid everything else from view. I
resisted the temptation to play with it and instead knelt back down and
ate a bit more of his asshole. Ethan drew the bedsheets towards him and
clenched onto them, bracing himself for his first time.

A little bit more prodding and I went over to my bedside table and
produced a bottle of lube. Ethan didn't even look, choosing to bury his
face in the sheets, until I returned and started applying some wet stuff
to my burning hot member. How was my fat, six-inch cock going to fit into
this tiny asshole? I was eager to find out, and poured some down Ethan's
crack and rubbed and pushed it in to his 'other pussy'. I knelt back down
and lined him up. I rubbed my tip along his crack, over his asshole, down
to his perineum, and back up again, repeating the movement as Ethan
twitched in anticipation. Then, I began pushing.

Ethan groaned as he felt the pressure, but my cock didn't slide in. I
pushed a little harder, and still nothing. Pausing, I stuck a finger back
inside and worked it around, followed by a second. I tried for a third
time, but I just couldn't penetrate him. I persisted, again trying to
loosen him up with my digits, but after a couple of minutes and more
failed attempts I slumped back, momentarily defeated and trying to work
out what to do.

Ethan, meanwhile, had been growing more and more frustrated. He wanted
badly to take my cock, but his tight sphincter just could not relax
enough to open to it. As I sat there and looked at him, lying prone on
the bed, his hips furiously humped up and down, grunting and groaning. I
hadn't noticed before, but he'd slipped a hand underneath himself and was
rubbing and pinching his clit as he thrusted. He was so fucking horny I
don't think he'd even realised that I'd stopped trying to penetrate him.
The fact that he was getting off on his girly organ - the same organ he
wished he didn't have - proved as much. I'm sure he'd done this dozens of
times, with conflicting emotions, and I realised I couldn't let him cum
this way. He'd be incredibly embarrassed.

Without thinking, I dove on top of him, flipping him over onto his back,
snapping him out of his trance. I straddled him, forcing him to release
his grip on his junk. I grabbed his wrists with my hands and pinned them
above his head. The look on his face was pure amazement. I had complete
control and he was just waiting and watching to see what I would do. I
leant in and kissed him, forcing my tongue into his mouth and darting it
over his. I sucked on his bottom lip with my own two, and nibbled on his
upper one. This continued in an unplanned routine for a good few minutes,
until I finally broke off. His expression hadn't altered.

"I love you, Ethan." I said with sincerity. It hit him like a bolt of
lightning. I felt him shiver from head to toe, and it took him a few
seconds before he returned serve.

"I love you too, Dylan."

"I'm going to make love to you, baby." I said as I began to release the
pressure I was applying to his arms, but my words made it clear to Ethan
that this wasn't an invitation to move. He left them above his head as I
softly ran my fingers over them, which I knew was tickling him. The
undersides were pure snow white and there was only the lightest covering
of hair on them, becoming sparser the further towards his pits I got.
They themselves were hairless. I leant in and licked them both, which
made Ethan giggle. They tasted fine. A bit sweaty with a hint of
deodorant, but I loved it. After this I leant back and allowed us to gaze
at each other in our respective positions. He, on his back, arms aloft
and me, sitting on top of his groin, with my knees next to his ribcage,
and my lower legs tucked underneath to take most of my body weight off
his small frame.

We were both naked, other than his binder. I knew it made him feel more
comfortable, but I wanted to be able to see all of him. I meant what I
said earlier. I loved him; all of him. Every single bit as loved as the
next, even if he himself hated them. I placed my hands at his sides, on
his ribs, and fiddled with the fabric. He instantly knew what I had in
mind.

"No..." he whimpered, bringing his hands down to stop me, but I wasn't
having any of it. I grabbed his wrists again, replacing his arms back
above his head and reapplying the force from before. I leant back in and
kissed him.

"Ethan, you are perfect." I said as I broke it off, holding my head just
above his. "I love every bit of you the way it is." With that, I resumed,
despite his look of concern, as I tugged at the tight fabric and began to
work it up. Even though he hated the thought of taking it off, Ethan knew
he had no choice but to lean forward and allow me to pull the binder off,
over his head. After I pulled it off his arms, I tossed it, and by the
time I looked back, Ethan had covered himself up with his hands and arms,
blushing profusely.

I smiled at him, leaning back in and resting over him. "It's okay." I
insisted, as I kissed him again. "Please, let me see." He was still
hesitant, so I gently took hold of his arms and pulled them away, just
far enough so I could see.

His chest was not was I was expecting. He was just like any other boy. He
did not even have tiny breasts; just a regular, flat, boy's chest with a
bit of developing definition in his pectorals. I knew not to stare for
too long, so I shifted my gaze back to his face, and his eyes were like
daggers.

"You are so beautiful." I had to reassure him, with which he cracked a
bit of a grin. Before I broke off eye contact, I placed my hands back on
his ribs, and started to rub this skin which rarely saw the light of day.
Ethan was still managing to cover his nipples. I scooted back slightly,
allowing me to lean forward towards Ethan's chest. I carefully moved his
left hand away from his left nipple, and there it was. Only slightly
wider in diameter than most boys, his areola (the outer part) protruded
from his chest about a millimetre, rising towards the actual nipple in
the centre, which stood about a centimetre up. This is what Ethan was so
sensitive about, and without hesitating I placed my lips around it and
began to devour it with my tongue.

"Oh my God" Ethan flinched, grabbing my head with both hands and trying
to push me away, but in vain. My left hand, meanwhile, found his right
nipple and played with it, prompting Ethan to grab my hand with his hand.
His protests quickly subsided and he just rested his hands on me,
breathing fairly heavily. I continued for who knows how long, alternating
between each nipple, swishing, licking, sucking, and biting at this boy's
teats.

All the while, my cock was still fully hard, and had been spitting precum
all over the place - 'the place' mostly referring to Ethan's midsection.
It had been just minutes since I was trying to fuck his ass without
success. I knew that was what he wanted the most, and jeez, me too, but
getting to know this amazing lad, it had become a goal of mine to help
him realise that there are other ways he can enjoy being gay, despite his
bad luck at birth. It was ironic, in a way, that he had had the courage
to shirk what might be considered 'societal norms' and live the way he
always wanted to, but that he'd also convinced himself that he shouldn't
have 'girly bits', because society says that boys have dicks and balls
and not pussies and tits. I wanted to convince him to embrace his parts
as his own boyish equivalents.

"Ready to get your dick sucked, Ethan?" I asked him, looking up and being
greeted by a very bemused expression. I just smiled back at him. I was
going down on him. I shifted myself towards the edge of the bed, keeping
in contact with his chest and pausing for about 10 seconds to lick out
his belly button, which brought more giggles. He held onto my hands,
which remained on his chest, flicking his nipples, before I had to pull
my hands away. I was kneeling at the end of the bed again, while Ethan
sat up, putting his legs together and bending his knees, trying to hide
his groin away from me; again, a futile effort. I grabbed him by the hips
and pulled him to the edge of the bed as well, and then grabbed onto his
knees and pulled them apart, sliding my palms down onto his inner thighs
and pressing, so that he was fully exposed to me and could not move at
all.

Ethan turned bright red, but this time he didn't make an attempt to cover
himself up with his hands. He was too busy propping himself up on his
elbows so he could see what was going on. Meanwhile I gazed upon the
perfect creature in front of me. I hadn't got the full picture before,
respecting Ethan's desire to have no attention paid to this part of his
body. He was as bald here as he was around back. He was so aroused that,
even with his legs spread wide, none of his inner labia was poking
through. Instead, his outer lips had swollen to double their normal size,
protruding a bit from his groin, and turned a vibrant pink, contrasting
heavily with the milky white complexion that covered almost every other
inch of his young body. I bet if he closed his legs on the right angle,
from behind his engorged junk would look as much like a ballsack than a
pussy. It had the right colour, and texture, thanks to the goose bumps
that dotted it all over.

That was just a sideshow, though. I was fixated on his huge clit! I
hadn't been able to see it at all before now, and it poked out the top of
his pussy lips like nothing I'd ever seen before. I knew that clits and
cocks had a lot in common, and his looked like it was truly unsure which
it should be. Erect, it was over an inch!

"Your cock is so big!" I exclaimed, and Ethan beamed with pride despite
his obvious embarrassment. "Are you ready?" I asked rhetorically, as I
installed my head between his legs. I licked the dome-shaped tip of his
rigid, prick-like clitoris, and his whole body jolted in reply. Ethan's
adductor muscles were straining to close his legs back together, but he
began to give in to the pleasure he was feeling. I treated his clit like
the penis it was meant to be, licking up and down the small shaft, my
tongue flickering slowly on and off of it, teasing Ethan ever so
slightly.

I started to pick the pace, and relaxed the grip of my left hand, sliding
it down to his swollen pussy. I continued tonguing his clit while running
my finger along Ethan's slit. My hand was instantly wet from his natural
lubrication. I shifted my other hand to the base of his clit, and used
the index and middle finger of my left hand to gently pry open a bit more
of his vulva. I started sucking up Ethan's pussy juices with my tongue,
and over the sounds of my own slurping I could hear Ethan moaning. The
sounds he made were soft and sensual, but muffled. He was enjoying how I
was making him feel, but still conflicted at the thought of being
stimulated via his 'girly parts'.

I was determined to convince him that it didn't make him girly at all. I
stopped sucking his pussy for a moment to reach over and grab the pillow
sitting next to him. I stood and handed it to him and he placed it under
his shoulders and head, freeing up his hands. "You're the sexiest boy in
the world." I told him, and he gazed back at me lovingly, but eager for
me to resume. I had other ideas. It was time to fuck him.

Ethan didn't seem to object at all to the taste of his own vaginal juices
as I leant in and kissed him passionately. With my right hand I rubbed
his 'dick' and taint, reaching down and poking at his asshole. It was
still wet with lube from our unsuccessful attempt just before. I smeared
what lube I could on my hard-on, which had somehow resisted the
temptation to pop literally any time in the past half an hour. I was
slick and pulsing, and so I returned my hand to his pussy lips again, and
could tell that everything was set. I broke the kiss and told him "Spread
your legs with your hands." Ethan did what he was told without
hesitating, and at that point I guided my dick into his groin. I started
by rubbing it on his clit, and then quickly down to his asshole, then up
along his taint and finally, I lined my cockhead up with his slit.

"Oh fuckkkkkkkkk..." he groaned as I started to push in. Ethan's virgin
pussy began to stretch over my cock. It was the tightest hole I'd ever
been in. It was obvious that he'd never even really fingered it before
now, let alone taken something like my fat cock in it. My tip was barely
in when Ethan's eyes glazed over. He pulled his legs as far back and out
to the sides as he could, with his knees bent and feet in the air. As I
slowly ventured into his hole, the heat got more and more intense, and I
could feel the ribbing of his cunt becoming more and more pronounced the
deeper I got. Lube, my precum and Ethan's juices were providing plenty of
moisture, but the sheer tightness of him was causing so much friction for
both of us.

After what felt like an eternity, I was buried inside him to the hilt. I
lowered myself a little to adjust the position and Ethan wrapped his legs
and arms around me. We made out again, moaning all the while, and I
slowly started rocking back and forth inside of him. My groin was
grinding his pointy clit with every motion, and I could tell he was in
ecstasy. I decided to break the kiss and the relative silence. "How does
it feel to have my cock in you, baby" All Ethan could manage was a
high-pitched moan, which I took as a sign of contentment. I started to
pick up the pace. My balls slapped into his taint as I began to pound his
little flower.

"Ughhh... ughhh... ughhh..." he repeated deliriously, driving me equally
wild. Ethan's pussy was gradually becoming more accustomed to my bone. By
now I was ploughing him, giving him what he had wanted for so long. Ethan
was getting fucked by a boy; a boy with a dick; a boy who liked other
boys. I knew that was going through his head as I fucked him mercilessly.
Ethan knew I was gay and that I wouldn't be fucking him if he wasn't a
boy. It didn't matter that my cock wasn't in his ass. He just had an
extra way of taking cock that most cock-loving boys could only dream of.
In a hole which lubed itself up, and which was much easier to get
'ready'.

I was getting full strokes in and out of Ethan's tight cunt. Each time I
stabbed the roof of his pussy in this position was perfect for hitting
his g-spot. Ethan was beginning to shake and I thought it was time to
send him over the edge. I shifted my weight slightly, enough to free up
my right hand. I reached down and laid it flat on his tummy, palm facing
up, and used my middle and index fingers to tease his molten hot clitty,
flicking and pinching it. It didn't take long. Ethan's whole body started
to spasm and he doubled his arm and leg grip on me, pulling me close to
him with incredible, almost superhuman strength.

I was amazed, and barely able to move. I was buried all the way inside of
him and could only thrust about an inch in and out. I kept teasing his
clit as he came. Fuck, it was the most intense orgasm I ever witnessed;
the product of years of horniness, hormones and mixed emotions that had
plagued this poor boy. He was yelping like a bitch in heat. After twenty
or so seconds, his grip began to lessen and I was able to resume plunging
my cock into him. It only took a few more strokes before I was cumming. I
pushed in as far as I could, finding a few fresh millimetres of virgin
vagina, as jets of hot, warm semen jettisoned from my steel rod of a
penis, coating the walls of Ethan's pussy which was still contracting
from his own climax moments earlier.

We were both spent. All I could manage was to cradle Ethan into my arms
and roll us both over, him now on top of me as we both tried to catch our
breath. His chin was tucked into my shoulder and we were in a full
embrace, both of our arms wrapped tightly around the other's back. I
don't think I'd softened at all, and I was still at least half way inside
Ethan. We stayed in that position for ages, eyes closed tight, and
struggling for to catch our breaths, but there was no way either of us
was going to move.

***

"I love you so much, Ethan." I breathed.

"I love you so much too, Dylan." he replied, equally softly.

My cock had finally softened and slid out of his snatch. The 'dick' we
talked about last night had brought both him and me so much pleasure. The
look on his face was pure contentment, even though he was absolutely
dripping with sweat from head to toe. So was I.

I started to gently rub my hands over his back, which was truly slick,
and before long had reached down to his smooth butt cheeks, massaging
them in a circular motion. My fingertips could feel evidence of the messy
fuck we'd just enjoyed, and I could feel my loins beginning to stir
again. My fingers teased Ethan's rosebud, which was now comparatively dry
on the outside. I reached far enough down to Ethan's pussy to coat my
fingers and left palm in our sex juices as they oozed out of him, and
subsequently smeared this around and on Ethan's 'other pussy'. I felt him
shiver on top of me, and took it as a sign that he was getting ready to
go again. This time, we'd make a true fag boy out of him.

I poked gently at his pucker, which caused him to grind against me. I
could feel his clit starting to harden on my crotch, as my own member
also found some new blood flowing into it. My massage of his ass cheeks
was now clearly focused on the area immediately around his hole, and I
could tell I was opening and closing it ever so slightly, as I prodded at
it with various fingertips. My left hand again took control, this time
rubbing along Ethan's asshole, up and down. Every now and then I'd
threaten to push in, only to let it glance off. Ethan continued to hump,
and would jolt when I teased the only virgin orifice he had remaining.

Finally I curled my index finger, and pushed. Ethan gasped as my
fingertip opened him, I paused for a second, using my other fingers to
draw more moisture to the area. Then I continued. There was so much
resistance even at the first knuckle, so I was careful to go slow and be
gentle. Ethan had barely moved from when I rolled him on top of me, his
head still tucked into my right shoulder, facing directly down, breathing
mostly through his mouth. I turned my head to my left and saw the bottle
of lube was within reach, so I slowly pulled my finger back out, reached
over, and grabbed it, while my right hand continued the massage. I popped
the lid, held it above him and poured down a generous amount, letting it
coat my fingers and his entire butt region. Then I got back to work.

This time, I got all the way to the second knuckle before feeling any
resistance at all. I pressed forth and in it went, and now my whole
finger was inside Ethan's anus. He shuddered slightly, so I held it there
and let him get used to the feeling, before I started to finger him
properly. His sphincter felt like a vice grip on my finger, but it
surprisingly gave way whenever I moved. Ethan was learning to control it.
He was trying his best to relax his ass muscles. In fact, that was his
sole focus. He'd stopped humping me and was completely motionless, so I
decided to say nothing and not distract him.

Time for a second finger, as the middle finger joined the index finger.
Again, I was careful. Ethan needed me to get this exactly right for him.
He was determined, but he couldn't manage on his own. I massaged around
his hole with my right hand as the two main fingers of my left started to
work together to find the best angle. Soon enough, I found it, and in the
tips went. Ethan let out a squeal. We had gone further than this far last
time, but his anus had a short memory. For a few more minutes I prodded,
getting the first knuckle in and getting towards the second. I reached
for the lube with my right hand and added another dollop. In they went
like water getting sucked down a drain, right to the hilt. Out they came
and the process repeated, with my ring finger joining the effort to
loosen Ethan's ring. The same combination of angles, patience, and lube
again conquered. My boy's asshole was opening up.

I cautiously finger fucked him with my three fingers. He started to moan
and hump me again. I added my pinky to the mix like it was nothing. Ethan
was now in control of his rear end and it welcomed the fourth intruder
warmly. My God was he tight, though. He had some serious work to do long
term if his backdoor was to be his preferred hole. It felt incredible,
lined with deep ribs which stretched and filled with my digits. There was
definitively a psychological factor at play, too. Ethan enjoyed the
'idea' of getting fucked in the ass much more than getting fucked in his
pussy, even if it was more difficult and possibly less stimulating
overall, his brain more compensated for that fact and made him a bottom
boy in the truest sense.

I'd been finger banging him for several minutes. I guessed my four
fingers had a girth of about three inches at their fattest when working
together, and an insertable length of maybe 2.5 at most, because of the
angle of my wrist. Ethan was taking that 'comfortably', in the relative
sense of the word, but I thought now was the time. Without warning him, I
removed my fingers and used them to grab my dick, which had returned to
its full six-inch attention. I draped it with the lube from the bottle in
my right hand, and then guided it towards its target with my left -
Ethan's virgin twink hole.

My right arm grabbed Ethan and pulled him tight up against me as my tip
pressed against his asshole. I pushed with a bit of force and Ethan let
out a shriek. My mushroom head popped in, and was instantly locked into
place by the sphincter, caught somewhat off-guard by this new penetrator.
My girth was as much as 5.5 inches at its widest, which was about half
way down my shaft. My cockhead would be close to that, so it was a
definite step up from my fingers.

"Oh my God, Ethan..." I said, breaking a silence that had lasted for ten
minutes.

"Ahh..." was the simple reply.

I held still as Ethan dealt with it all. He had a fat cock in his tight
ass for the first time and was absolutely lost in the moment, trying his
best to control his muscles. Not even to allow more in, but just to cope
with me. As I waited, I kept him clenched in my right arm as my left hand
massaged his butt cheek. I realised this movement might be making it more
difficult for Ethan to control his sphincter, but I didn't stop. Instead,
I moved in closer, rubbing and poking directly next to the stretched-open
boy's asshole. I felt myself slide in a little more, perhaps half an
inch. Ethan shuddered, and inadvertently allowed more of his ass to be
impaled as I entered halfway into him. My right arm released him just
long enough to grab the lube bottle and squirt more directly onto the
spot of our passion.

A slight push and "Ahhh" Ethan cried out as he felt my pecker work its
way completely inside of his asshole. Both my arms engulfed him in an
embrace, and I lifted his head with my left hand, lining him up and
letting his mouth fall onto mine. Our tongues darted around each other's
mouths as Ethan shivered from the feeling of losing his virginity for the
second time in one day. He was so fucking hot. I held myself in place for
a few second before withdrawing almost completely out, leaving only my
tip holding his traumatised 'other pussy' open, before I drove it back in
as fast as I could. He screamed again but was muffled by the kiss I still
had him locked into, with a firm grip on his small head.

I repeated the movement, slowly vacating his warm rectum before viciously
re-entering it. My balls slammed onto his ass cheeks and back down again.
My eyes had been closed but I opened them to look at Ethan. His own were
shut tight and watering, but he wasn't frowning. His eyebrows were raised
all the way up. At that moment he opened his eyes, which were bloodshot,
but he gave me the most reassuring look and strained a smile, as his left
hand moved up to behind my head, holding tight. He closed his eyes again
and I followed suit, as we continued making out and I continued pounding
his colon.

The feeling was completely different from our earlier sex. Mechanically,
his vagina is built for penetration and stimulation. It welcomed my cock
like a long lost friend. His asshole, on the other hand, was not built
for this and was trying its best to remove the foreign object forcing its
way in and out of it. The difference was that Ethan WAS built for this.
Like all gay boy bottoms, he was built to take hard cock where it
shouldn't go, and enjoy a feeling more sensual, more erotic, and more
intense than most other people, male or female, gay or straight, would
ever know possible.

Ethan's back began to arch, which prompted me to change my angle. I
pressed down on the small of his back, keeping his bottom half right on
top of mine, as I bent my knees, brought my feet up onto the bed, and
pressed my pelvis up. I continued to fuck him in this position, which
allowed me to keep penetrating, him to arch his back like he wanted, and
both of us to keep making out. We'd been going for at least ten minutes
by this point, and our mouths were dry. We were in perfect sync, or so I
thought, as I felt Ethan began to shudder. His hands left my head and
back and he grabbed onto my shoulders. He started fucking himself back
onto my cock, taking back some control over me.

His forcefulness sent me over the edge. My balls clenched up hard and my
cock pulsed in his anus. My second load of hot cum fired into Ethan's
body, depositing itself deep inside of him. Abruptly, he broke our long
kiss and pushed up, keeping his hands on my shoulders while thrusting his
head and body back, sitting upright on my hard-on which still had one or
two more streams to shoot into him before it'd done its dash. He rode me
like he was riding a horse, practically jumping up and down on my dick as
his anal walls contracted rapidly and he convulsed all over. The squeeze
was like nothing I've ever felt. If I wasn't mid-orgasm I'd probably have
found it painful. Instead, it was the best thing ever. His ass milked my
cock of all it had left like a greedy slut.

"OH FUCK YEAH DYLAN!" Ethan yelled at me as his hips took on a mind of
their own, grinding his butt on top of me in circles. He slowly let
himself fall back down on top of me and we kissed again. My cock softened
a lot quicker this time, now absolutely spent, and slipped out of him.
His asshole clenched itself closed like a giant clam. The air smelled
like our sex. We were in heaven.

***