Date: Tue, 17 Jan 2012 23:51:56 -0800 (PST) From: Lissa B Subject: Free Condoms Part 4 (TG) After Elliot bent me over his dresser and had his way with me to make us even for me "scoring" with his sister, but before my Mom picked me up that afternoon, we decided to take the bus to the mall. Elliot wanted to buy another video game, and we both wanted to get something good to eat. On the surface, the day was just like any other time we hung out at the mall together, but having Elliot's sperm still in my bottom made it feel less like two buddies hanging out and more like a guy taking his girlfriend to the mall. That's how it felt to me, at least; I don't know how Elliot was imagining the dynamic of our relationship. But then, I could still feel his stuff between my butt cheeks as we walked around, so I was the one with a clear reminder of the true dynamic of our relationship. The only reference there was to the events of that morning was when I made a joke in the food court about how a gentleman would at least buy me lunch. Elliot seemed to think it was funny, then actually offered to buy my food. Being short on cash, I accepted the offer. Elliot always had more money than me, anyway. At one point, I went down that long hallway to the bathrooms, and was stopped as I started into the Men's room. A woman grabbed me from behind and said in a worried tone, "Whoa, little girl! Over here," she said, gesturing toward the Women's bathroom. "You almost went into the Men's room," she said with a friendly laugh in her voice. I stood for a second, looking up at her before I corrected her sheepishly, "I'm a boy." The woman looked me over again, realizing her mistake, and laughed apologetically saying, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I just saw your long hair from behind... Sorry..." she trailed off as she walked away. I didn't know what to say, but squeaked out a little, "That's okay," before going into the Men's room. As I peed, I wondered if it really was just because of my long hair, or if I was exuding a feminine vibe from being on a "mall date" with my best friend. After lunch, as Elliot and I passed a girl's clothing store, I considered making another joke, asking him to buy me clothes, maybe some lingerie... but I instantly decided that would be going too far and discarded the idea. When we got back to Elliot's house, there was still about forty minutes before my Mom was scheduled to pick me up. There was brief discussion of what to do until then, ending with Elliot making the decision for me. He went to his closet, saying, "Hey, I still got that tape I swiped from my Dad. Let's watch that." With no protest from me, Elliot retrieved the tape from it's hiding place, and slipped it into the VCR, adding, "I bet you don't get to watch porn on TV at home, do you?" That was true. I said, "No, not really." As Elliot sat down next to me on his bed. The scene that appeared on the screen was the same scene that was on last time Elliot showed me the tape. I couldn't remember if it was the same part of the scene or not, but I recalled us having to turn it off suddenly because Elliot's Mom got home from work. We didn't dare try watching the tape again while there was anyone else in the house, and I wondered if Elliot had watched it at all since then. The girl on the screen had big natural tits that strained against her tank top. She wore a black mini-skirt and her floral cotton panties were pulled down around her knees. I realized I seemed to be paying more attention to the actress's clothes than I did last time. And just for a second, I couldn't help but imagine myself wearing those things as I watched the man on screen moving his arm back and forth, his hand all the way up the girl's skirt. Sitting on the edge of a table, the girl moaned as the man stood over her with his fingers slipping in and out of her pussy. They kissed, and I wasn't sure which side of the kiss I was imagining myself on. They broke the kiss off, and the girl immediately slid off the table and went down on her knees in front of the man. As she clumsily unbuckled his belt to get his pants open, I glanced at Elliot. He watched with a lustful gleam in his eye. I couldn't help but let my eyes dart down to notice the bulge in his pants for just an instant, then turned my focus back on the TV screen. The girl was pulling the front of the man's underwear down now, and grasping his dick with her other hand, pulling it out, and putting her mouth on it. The man started to moan as the girl took him in her mouth and started sucking. Elliot moaned at about the same time, "Man, that's fucking hot..." and I saw his hand moving out of the corner of my eye, gently rubbing his bulge through his pants. I resisted the urge to look at Elliot rubbing himself, and instead kept my eyes on the screen most of the time. The girl on screen pulled the front of her tanktop down, releasing her large beautiful breasts (and probably ruining her beautiful tanktop) as she continued giving the blowjob. Elliot moaned, "Fuck... hey..." I looked at him. Moving a hand to the button of his pants, he asked, "Since we already did that stuff together... you don't mind...?" He ended the question with a gesture, poising himself to unbutton his pants. We had watched porn together before, but never jerked off around each other. If not for the events of this week, I doubt either of us would have ever even suggested such a thing, but now that I had let Elliot fuck me, letting him jerk off around me seemed almost innocent by comparison. I responded to his question, "No, it's fine," and looked back at the screen, deciding not to watch as Elliot pulled his dick out. "Awesome," Elliot replied, and was immediately unzipping his pants. He pulled his pants and underwear down just a tad, and I could see his fleshy erection springing up out of the corner of my eye. I couldn't help myself, and glanced over at it right before I felt Elliot's hand on the back of my head, pushing me down toward his stiff member. I had misunderstood another of Elliot's propositions, realizing now that when he asked if I "minded," he was asking me if I'd mind sucking his dick again. I didn't resist as he pushed my head toward his lap, as his swollen dickhead pressed against my lips, as my mouth slid down around his cock. Something had changed. I knew Elliot and I weren't dating, but it suddenly felt to me as if Elliot had somehow earned a certain set of "boyfriend privileges" with me. I felt like he was somehow entitled to a blowjob. And he obviously felt the same way. It was only after it was in my mouth that I wondered if Elliot had washed his dick since fucking me in the butt earlier. I decided he must have, because it tasted at least as clean as it did the night before. Elliot gently stroked my back with one hand as I blew him, and moaned occasional expletives, "...fuck yeah... oh shit..." etc... I took his moaning and the large amount of precum he was leaking into my mouth as signs that I was doing the right thing. As I sucked and slurped, I peeked through my long hair over at the TV screen to see how the girl in the porno was doing with her blowjob. She was taking the man's spit-coated prick deep into her mouth and rubbing his balls with one free hand. I raise one hand to grope at Elliot's nutsack, feeling his balls move around inside his scrotum as I rolled them in my hand. Elliot gasped. So I kept doing it as I continued bobbing on his cock, increasing how much of it I was taking into my mouth. I tried to take as much as I could with each thrust without gagging myself, not wanting to interrupt the consistent pace I had built up. Elliot's hand ended up back on the back of my head right before I heard him let out a few moans and felt his dick twitching. Then cum was spurting in my mouth as I gave Elliot another orgasm. After just a three or four shots of sperm, Elliot's orgasm subsided and he was sighing with satisfaction as he let go of my head. I pulled my mouth up off of his cock slowly, maintaining suction and a tight seal with my lips in order to be considerate and not spill any of Elliot's seed back into his lap. I sat up and looked at him, a little embarrassed. As he put his wet dick away, he said, "Thanks, man..." and then added an uncertain, "...this... this isn't... this isn't that weird, right?" I swallowed Elliot's load and shrugged, "...No... I think it's okay. I mean... if it's okay with you." Elliot nodded, "Yeah, I guess..." Then a reflection of sunlight passed across the window and we heard the sound of my Mom's car pulling into the driveway. Elliot grabbed the remote, "Shit..." he turned the TV off and zipped his pants up quickly. I sprang up and rushed over to the mirror to make sure there wasn't any cum on my mouth, then grabbed up my things and rushed out into the hall. Remembering the agreement I had with Melanie, I stopped, popped into her room to grab my new bikini from her dresser and stuffed it into my backpack before rushing out to meet my Mom. As I got to the front door, I heard Elliot behind me, saying, "Hey, Allen..." I paused to look back at him. He said, "I just wanted to say... I'm sorry that I never... return the favor. I just... I don't think I like doing that stuff as much as you do." It seemed that Elliot did feel bad about our sexual contact being so one-sided, and was trying to say something nice to make up for it, but I was surprised and a little offended by the comment. He doesn't 'like doing that stuff' as much as I do?? I mean, I didn't propose any of it! The only reason I did those things was because Elliot asked me to. He smiled sweetly and asked, "Is that okay?" I didn't know what to say. I smiled back at my best friend and said, "Yeah, it's fine." As I left, I still felt weird about the whole thing, but I guess I really was okay with what our relationship had become. We were still friends like we'd always been. But now there was another relationship developing between us behind closed doors. And in that relationship... I was the girl. The next week, I went back to school and hung around with Elliot and a few others before the first bell, just like always. I think we acted pretty much like we normally do. Although I did think to myself at one point that I should be holding Elliot's hand like the other young couples around school do. I laughed. Somebody asked me what was funny and I shook my head, "Nothing... just... something I saw on TV." On the way to my first class, I ran into Billy, taking a short cut behind the same building as me. Billy smiled and gave me a friendly, "Hey! Whats up?" After what I let the guys do to me in the woods, I had worried about the possibility of negative repercussions. I didn't know what that would be, I just knew that I had allowed myself to get fucked by three guys and there were three guys that knew about it. And Billy was the one I worried about the most. As my closest friend, I was certain Elliot would never want to do or say anything to hurt me. Sam seemed a bit weird around me, a little more withdrawn than usual. I could tell he just felt embarrassed about what he did, and consequently, I was pretty sure our secret was safe with him. But as the biggest, oldest, strongest, most hetero-masculine, (and dumbest) participant in our little experiment, Billy scared me a little. I couldn't help but worry that at some point Billy was going to reconsider his actions with me and have some angry, homophobic repulsion to what we had done. I was pretty sure he wanted it to stay a secret just as much as I did, but I was terrified that he would grow to resent me and take his aggression out on me, possibly in violent ways. But Billy surprised me. Aside from the one crude comment(which I think he intended as good-natured kidding) Billy had been nothing but nice to me. Nicer than ever, in fact. Before he took my virginity, Billy was somewhat indifferent towards me, but every time I saw him since then, he was genuinely friendly. He proved to be the opposite of what I expected. I really felt like I had made a big, dumb friend who would actually be in my corner if I needed him. So I was glad to see him. I returned his friendly smile and said, "Hey, man. What's up?" Billy pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and used them to gesture towards the woods behind the school, offering, "You want to go for a smoke?" I had never been the type of kid to skip class to smoke, but I didn't want to refuse Billy's friendly offer. I felt like I should at least appear to be considering it, saying, "Well, kind of... but I probably shouldn't..." Billy persuaded, "Ah, come on, man. You don't want to make me have to go smoke out there all by myself do you?" It was hard to say no to my new friend. Looking around, I didn't see anybody else behind the school to tattle on us, so I relented, "Yeah, alright." Billy grinned, "Alright! Come on," and started the walk out to the woods, adding, "I knew you were cool." I laughed, and followed Billy. I checked over my shoulder again and again for school staff. I decided it wouldn't be that big of a deal if I was a little late to class, but I didn't want to get caught skipping. Still, there was something liberating about finally breaking the rules. I thought over the fact that I was hanging out with Billy now, and we were now going off on our own to smoke when we should be in class. Maybe Billy was right; Maybe I was cool. Once we got out far enough into the woods that we couldn't be seen from campus, Billy put the box of cigarettes back into his pocket. Confused, I said, "I thought we were going to smoke those." Billy smiled the pleasant, but slightly skeevy smile of a teenage boy hitting on a girl and said, "Yeah, well, I thought maybe you could smoke me." He gripped the waistline of his jeans with one hand, suggestively, ready to open them up as soon as I accepted his offer. I felt tricked. Maybe even betrayed. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, letting out a sigh that let Billy know I wouldn't consider it in a million years, and I started walking back toward the school. Billy stepped in front of me, smiling and holding his hands out, blocking my path, but doing it in a very calm, comforting manner. (once again displaying the overly-pleasant, comforting, and slightly skeevy manner of a teenage boy trying to talk a girl into something) Billy laughed, "Come on, just wait a second. It's no big deal..." Right then, the tardy bell was ringing back at the school. Billy used that in his argument, "See? You're late now anyways. You might as well just hang out." I just stood there looking up at Billy. He was smiling, his head tilted to one side, as if to show compassion. I'm sure I just had some sassy, sarcastic look on my face. Billy stepped closer to me and gently pulled the straps of my backpack down off my shoulders, saying in a very helpful tone, "It's okay, here..." He hung my backpack up on the low branch of a nearby tree, explaining, "See? You don't have to get your backpack filthy from laying it on the ground." Before I could say anything else, Billy was unbuttoning his jeans, stepping toward me, saying, "It's cool, man, really, it'll just take a second..." He zipped his fly down slowly as he spoke, like if he did it slowly enough, I wouldn't notice he was doing it at all. Billy explained himself, "I've just never had a blowjob in my life. I just want to know what it feels like." I don't remember saying anything; I think I just stared at him with that sassy, defiant expression. Billy continued, "How about you? Have you ever given anybody a blowjob before?" I lied, "No." I guess that's as much of an argument as I could muster. Billy responded, "See? Don't you want to know what that's like?" and slipped his hand into his underpants. Right up until Billy pulled his dick out, his whole proposition routine felt like it was a dumb joke; It wasn't something I could let myself consider doing, and I half-expected that it was all kidding around, just to see if he could get me to say yes. But once he pulled that big hard thing out of his pants, I suddenly became accutely aware of the fact that I was about to suck Billy's cock. Billy concluded his argument, closing the deal, "I'll be quick. I just got so worked up watching Angie's titties bouncing around on the bus this morning, I probably won't last two minutes." Holding his dick out, he placed his free hand gently on the back of my neck and said in a reassuring tone, "It's okay, I won't tell anybody." When I knelt in front of him, my face was perfectly aligned with his crotch. He aimed that big dick at my mouth and I opened up. I opened wide. I had to open wide to get that thing in my mouth. Billy moaned as I wrapped my lips around his cock, and let out a sigh of relief that his plan paid off and I was now on my knees like he had hoped. At that point, I had never read any instructions on how to perform fellatio, but I knew you weren't supposed to use your teeth. Billy was big enough I had to figure out on the spot how to cover my teeth with my lips to keep them from scraping his cock with every stroke. Luckily, I was able to produce enough saliva to keep my lips and his dick lubed nicely. It was too big for me to even think about trying to take the whole thing, but Billy's enthusiasm told me he was just fine with me only going about half way down his shaft each time I bobbed my head. And Billy really had balls. I would have said that about him metaphorically before I saw him with his pants down, but seeing his junk the week before had confirmed that he literally had a huge pair of balls. Now, seeing them close up, I could really admire them. Either one of his balls was about as big as my whole sack. I couldn't help but take complete advantage of the opportunity to examine them, cupping his scrotum and fondling his testicles with both hands as I slurped and bobbed on his cock. Billy didn't seem to mind me feeling him up. In fact, it seemed to help put him over the edge. He let out a couple of breathy moans and I felt everything tightening up down there. I glanced up at Billy, wondering what he was thinking as he looked down at me, bobbing my pretty little blonde head back and forth on his cock as he began to orgasm in my mouth. When that first big spurt of hot gunk hit my tongue, I closed my eyes, sort of like I did with my first kiss, and kept sucking, working my head back and forth. My lips wrapped around his straining, spasming cock, my hands groping his huge balls, Billy moaned gently as he dumped shot after shot into my eager mouth. Billy's load was a lot bigger than Elliot's. Each shot was bigger AND he shot more times. I was a little surprised by it, and started swallowing after just one or two spurts out of fear that my mouth was going to overflow. I guess that's what you get when you drain a pair of balls as big as his. Once it seemed like he was done, I pulled my trembling mouth off of his massive member and finally let go of those big balls, satisfied that they were now empty. Feeling a little glob of semen running down my chin, I sheepishly wiped my mouth, and looked up bashfully at the boy I just sucked off as he stuffed his dick back in his pants. All in all, I think he was just about right when he said he'd last two minutes. I stood up, brushing my jeans off. Billy finally pulled his cigarettes back out, put one in his mouth, and pulled out another to offer to me, "You want one?" I smiled and gladly took one of Billy's cigarettes, the thing I came out to the woods for to begin with. Billy struck his lighter and held it out to light my cigarette for me. It made me feel a little ladylike as I held my cigarette over Billy's flame and puffed it. "Thanks," I said as Billy lit his own cigarette. Then we stood there silently, enjoying a postcoital smoke. Eventually, we looked at each other and we both laughed at the same time. Billy was smiling and said, "I was pretty sure I could get you to do that. But I actually started to get a little worried when I brought it up. You seemed really mad at first." I explained myself, "Well... you surprised me. Honestly, I think... it wasn't the proposition itself that the pissed me off so much. I just felt like you tricked me. Because... Well, because you tricked me!" I laughed. Billy laughed and said apologetically, "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't really trick you, though. I did want to have a smoke with you. I just wanted to see if I could get some head first." He made me laugh, and I forgave him. Feeling like we were bonding, I admitted to him, "You know... you took my virginity." Billy nodded, "Yeah. I figured that was the case." We finished our cigarettes, Billy got my backpack down, and put it on for me. I thanked him and we walked back to school, going our separate ways. I had some weird feelings spinning around me that I thought over on the way to class. Since I was already going to be late, I took a leisurely pace and had plenty of time to think. Some of the weird feeling I had was simply from the act I had just performed and how unexpected it was that I'd start my morning off that way. But I also realized I felt a little guilty. Like I was... cheating on Elliot. By the time I got to my classroom, I realized that was silly. Me and Elliot were not a couple. We were just friends with benefits. I guess that's what me and Billy were now, too. That made me realize I might seriously need to reevaluate my ideas about my sexual orientation. I had always considered myself to be straight, but... I was now pretty officially what you would have to call "sexually active." And I still had never been inside of a girl. Yeah... I had some thinking to do.