Date: Mon, 3 Jul 2023 13:56:34 +0000 From: Sam Tudor Subject: gay/college/cupcake ranch/part 43 Chapter 43 :Trans One of my Freshmen, Trevor, was pretty quiet, seemed to study a lot, had little to do with his roommate, that is they did not pal around, and seemed to be a loner by nature. He was short, 5' 2", had a light beard, was not very athletic, and did not say much to me about anything other than a "HI" and when asked how he was doing, the answer was always "Ok, thanks for asking." Then the mid-semester grades came out, which faculty was responsible for providing to Freshman, and optional for upper classmen. He had two A's, a C and two F's. (I, on the other hand, had an A in the only course for which I was given a grade.) His average was not the worst on the floor, but close to the bottom. "I don't get it," I said. "Two A's and two F's." The A's were in English and Spanish, the F's in calculus, and physics. "I don't get calculus," Trevor said, "and you can't do the physics without calculus." English and Spanish are easy, and I can do better in history, I didn't realize how much I had to memorize to pass that course. I guess whatever my body is, I still have a female brain." "What?" "I don't make a big deal out of it, but I am trans, I used to be a girl, and now, I am in never-never land. I am on hormones and had my breasts removed, so, dressed, I look like a boy, but down below, where the sun don't shine, and, inside my brain, where math takes place, I guess I am still a girl. I have hair on my chest, and it covers up the scars pretty well, and as you can see, I have to shave, every other day anyway. And, from the time I was little, I always felt like I was a boy. I was an excellent athlete, for a girl. I liked trucks, and motorcycles, I never played with dolls, and, mostly, played with guys at sports. And I am into guys, so I guess I am not only trans but gay, after a fashion. My roommate does not get it, but is ok with it, but does not hang around with me, he is not a problem, but not a good friend. But the bottom line is that I need help with calculus, the rest of physics I get." "Ok, let us see what we can do about that. And, on the personal level, I will tell you that I am bi, I have had sex with a trans, but the other way, male to female, and it was a good time for both of us. I am good at math, so let us spend a half hour at it now, and if we are getting anywhere, I can see if I can catch you up." So we did. I went back to the beginning of calculus, what it enabled one to describe by a mathematical formula, how the formulas were created, and what it was useful for. He appeared to get it. "How come the professor didn't explain it the way you did?" he asked. "No idea, but go over the first part of the book again, and see if it makes sense now, and let me know tomorrow." He did. It did. He checked in with me every few days. If he had a calculus problem he did not understand, we worked through it, usually sitting on my extra bed which I had made into a sort of couch. We sat closer each time, and I was getting hard, and did not try to hide it. "Want to fool around?" he asked, one Thursday night. "Yes," I said, "but this is not the time or place, you see the traffic here, I can't even study here in the evenings because of the interruptions. I am not complaining, this is what I get free room for. How about Saturday night, no one is asking for help with calculus then, and much of the dorm is empty." Saturday night came. We went to the dining hall for supper, it was only about 20% full, and came back to my room, I put out my `Do Not Disturb' sign taken from some hotel, and we sat on the couch. He immediately went for my crotch. "Can I take it out?" he said. "Sure." He unzipped my shorts, I lifted my ass so he could pull them down. "It sure is big," he said. "Bigger than average, but no monster." "I don't like monsters, my vagina is shorter than average, but I can take that." "Let me see what you have down there," I said. I helped pull down his shorts and take off his T shirt. He had lots of pubic hair, some chest hair, some belly hair, bigger than normal nips for a guy, faint horizontal scars where they did the breast reduction, and, a big clit, or tiny penis, however you wanted to call it. "What should I call this?" I asked. "I prefer penis to clit," he said, "it keeps my illusions going. It got bigger with hormones, and they did an incision to let it out of its hood, and, I can get Botox injected to make it bigger, but that wears off in a few days. But it really feels good when it is played with, especially if a guy sucks it off. It was about an inch and a half long, pointed down, clearly had a head like a penis, smaller than my little finger, and behind it, typical female parts -- cunt with lips -- asshole -- all very familiar." It got hard as I played with it. "69?" he asked. "Sure, why not?" And we did. It was like 69 with a woman with a gigantic clit. And he was an experienced cock sucker. Having sex with a good looking twink with mixed parts below was a real turn on for me. "Fuck?" he said, I nodded yes. "I would rather you start with my cunt, then my ass, then finish in my cunt. If a guy cums in my ass it leaks out for a while, but I can wash out my cunt. What has amazed me is that as a guy I can talk frankly about sex, when I was a woman, if I talked this way, guys would shun me." "True," I said, "if a woman was as frank as you, I might be put off, but when a guy talks like this, it is ok by me." "Let's try it," I said, and I put on a condom, lubed it, his pussy was wet, and my cock went right in. If I shut my eyes, I could be fucking a woman. If I opened them, I was fucking a guy. He was playing with his clit/cock as I fucked. "My nips are still sensitive," he said, "play with them." I did. He was obviously getting off on this, as was I. "Fuck my ass," he said. So, I pulled out and put it in. He put three fingers in his pussy using the heel of his hand to rub his clit. Getting into his ass was easy, "I've been fucked before that way," he said, "play with both of my nipples, and fuck me harder, and see if we can cum at the same time." We went at it, and he came, but I didn't. "Finger my hole," I said, "it will put me over." And it did, I filled the condom with cum, and pulled out, still hard. He said, "Dump the condom on my belly, and then feed it to me with your dick." So, I did. He licked my dick off, and I went back to get another load to feed him. We did this a few times. Then I moved down and licked his clit, it had gotten soft, but hardened back up right away. "Don't stop," he said, "I can cum again, finger both holes, while I play with my nips." So, I did, and he came again, his cunt dripping wetness, something I had never seen with my female sex partners. "Some people think it is like a man's precum, others think it is just piss, but it wets the bed either way." "My doc has talked about making a penis for me, that will sort of function, with a rod like a Gumby inside that can make stand up, but they do not look very real, and make a ball sac out of my labia, and put a couple of plastic balls inside, but so far, I think I will go on as I am." "This was great," he said, "all these hot men all around me, but I don't dare make the first move, and it has been a dry season so far." "Well, I am happy to help out, I enjoy all manner of sexual experiences, I am not looking for a lover, but friends with benefits are always welcome." "Calculus again on Monday after supper?" "You are on, thank you so much for the great sex and the great tutoring."