I'm Bradley, a fourteen-year-old boy who has recently started at a new school. My father got laid off and had to take a lower paying job in a different city. We ended up moving into a smaller house in a mixed neighborhood. I was accustomed to being only around white guys, but here there were lots of blacks and Latinos, as well as a few Asians. As a white guy, I realized that now I was in the minority, and didn't especially like the way it felt.

I decided that it would be good to make friends with a wide range of people and try to be part of the school culture, and not an outsider.

I even met a few black girls, Lisa and Tonia, who I found attractive.

"You seem to like black girls," said Lisa one day, "Have much experience?"

"No," I admitted, but perhaps you will help me with that."

"Well, you know that Jamal is my boyfriend," she replied, "And he wouldn't like you moving in on me."

"I think it would be hot to be with you," chimed in Tonia, "But I'm also taken too, but you seem like a really nice boy – maybe we can find the right girl for you."

"I'd really like that," I said, excited at the prospect, though a little nervous.

Later that day a buxom black girl I hadn't met approached me and said, "Hi Brad, I'm Marsha Bentley."

She had a really pretty face and lovely breasts, but wasn't heavy, like a lot of buxom girls are. She did have a nice big round ass like a lot of black girls, which I found myself watching even more than her tits.

We hit it off nicely and after she confirmed that I was interested she invited me over to her home after school for a "taste of brown sugar".

We arrived at her house and she led me in. We had the house to ourselves because Marsha lived with her father, who wasn't home from work yet.

We sat on the couch and began to kiss. This was new for me – I had never kissed any girl before, but I was sure warming up to it! "I'll bet you are good at oral," she said.

"Oral?" I asked, then immediately realizing how childish that sounded.

"Of course," she replied, "Would that be the best way to get a taste of brown sugar.

I nodded in agreement as my eyes must have been bulging as Marsha unbuttoned her blouse and removed her bra. I had seen breasts in girlie magazines, but never in the flesh and Marsha's were incredible. Large and round, with huge nipples.

"Go ahead and take a taste," she said, and I leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, where it gradually enlarged and hardened. I fondled the other breast as she moaned with delight.

"Now do the other one," she directed, "Equal time, you know."

I gave equal attention to the other nipple, until Marsha stopped me and said, "You are a natural – I want to see how good you are in other places – but first take off your clothes."

I willingly undressed and soon I stood naked before Marsha, my cock pointing right at her. She took my cock in her hand and gave it a friendly squeeze and said, "I noticed you look at my ass a lot – would you like a closer look?"

I nodded and she got up and knelt on the couch, facing the back. She lifted the back of her skirt and let it rest on her back, explosing her ample ass cheeks and a yellow thong.

"Now get on your knees and stoke yourself to stay hard, but don't cum yet," she said, "I'm saving the best for last."

I didn't know exactly what she had in mind now, but if I did well for her, soon I would be licking her pussy.

Marsha's ass was so sexy, just inches from my face that I was really close to cumming, but held back as directed. I gently kissed one cheek and then the other, going back and forth as I stroked."

"That's nice," Marsha said, "But I know you can do better, go deeper."

I moved to the center and kissed her crack, moving up and down as I did. "That's it," she said, "Now give me some tongue."

I extended my tongue between her cheeks until I brushed against the thong strap. I was surprised that I just tasted Marsha's perspiration and there was no bad smell at all – only her perfume. "Deeper," she said, and I drove my tongue between her hot cheeks.

I was so aroused that I was afraid I would cum and ruin everything, but I was able to hold back. Then Marsha "raised the bar" and pulled her thong strap to the side and spread her cheeks, revealing her hole. By now I was figuring this out and didn't have to be told to kiss her hole, and she moaned all the more passionately.

"Deeper," she said, "Give me all you got!"

I might not have responded so eagerly if I weren't so aroused, but soon I was pushing my tongue deep into her and moving it in and out.

"Oh Brad," Marsha said, "You got me so hot – now I need you to finish me."

Marsha stood up as I moved back a bit. She reached under her skirt and dropped her panties to her ankles, stepping out of them.

"Now I need you to make me cum!" she said, lifting her skirt to reveal and hard black cock!

I was stunned, and Marsha saw that I was. "You can't just leave me like this, Bradley," she said, "You got me turned on and I can see you are still hard – keep stroking."

I was still hard and turned on, but this wasn't what I had bargained for. "Look, I'm not a cocksucker," I said.

"That's such a nasty word," she replied, "You'll just be going down on your lady!"

"I don't think I can do this," I protested.

"You had your tongue way up my ass," said Marsha, "This is pretty tame by comparison, and I'll help you cum afterward."

She had a point, and I really needed to cum, which certainly must have clouded my judgement. I continued to stroke myself while I opened my mouth and took Marsha in. I was surprised to find that it actually felt kind of good – almost like it was supposed to be this way – but that was probably my hard cock thinking for me.

Marsha moaned and told me how to use my tongue and mouth to make her cum, and in a few minutes her cock enlarged, and I felt it pulsing as she pumped her load into my mouth. It tasted really strong, and very different from anything else, but I liked it.

"Don't swallow yet," Marsha directed, "Just hold it in your mouth until you cum."

I couldn't believe how turned on I was with Marsha and her hot load in my mouth. It took me less than a minute to cum, and I shot my load into my other hand.

"Now swallow and come sit with me," she said.

"I should go wash my hand," I said.

"No," replied Marsha, "Bring it here."

I obediently sat next to her and held my hand out. She dipped her finger into my cum and put it in her mouth. Then she dipped another finger and put it into mine.

"It is a truly blessed thing to make someone you like cum," Marsha explained, "And I love sharing the results together."

Marsha continued until most of my cum was gone, and then licked the rest from my hand.

We kissed some more and then she told me I should be going because her father would be home soon.

The next morning at school I greeted Marsha and she said, "I wasn't sure if you'd respect me in the morning."

"I have the greatest respect for you," I replied, "And want to keep seeing you."

"Any regrets about what we did?" she asked.

"At first a little," I confessed, "But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that a guy who cares about his lady won't hesitate to go down on her."

"Well then," Marsha continued, "Here is the really big question – did you LIKE going down on me?"

"I sure did!" I affirmed, "And want more."

"Great!" smiled Marsha, "How often would you like it?"

"Every day?" I replied.

"That's quite a bit," she responded, "But let’s see how it goes."

I knew that I liked being with Marsha but had lots of questions. She answered them patiently, informing me that she was transgendered, a woman born into the body of a boy. As she entered puberty, she began living as a girl and taking female hormones, which gave her the lovely breasts. She said she felt bad about fooling me, but when she told boys up front they wanted nothing to do with her. She was glad I wasn't like that.

I had a lot to think about. I had no desire to blow guys, but really liked sucking Marsha. I suppose most would say that it's still a blowjob, but I only wanted to do it with Marsha – and really did think of it as "going down on my lady."

Every day after school we would go to Marsha's home to play, but on weekends she would meet me in a nearby wooded park where we would play in the woods. On those occasions she would wear a skirt without panties, and keep her blouse on. I really loved orally pleasuring Marsha, but she took very good care of me as well. I've never had a blowjob from anyone else, and don't really want too – Marsha was all I needed!

This worked out well until cold weather came along, and it wasn't practical to play outdoors. Marsha confessed to me that her father didn't know about me – at least not by name. He knew she was seeing someone and kept encouraging her to bring him home to meet.

I told her I would be glad to meet her father, but she warned me that there was a catch. Her father had been supportive of her transition but expected her to satisfy him whenever needed. She was glad to do so and didn't feel abused at all but said that her father had a rule for any boy who was serious about her.

"What rule is that?" I asked.

"That you have to blow him," Marsha confessed, "I never told you before because I was afraid you would be upset."

"Why would he want that?" I asked, "To humiliate you or I?"

"No, that's not it," assured Marsha, "He said it's to protect me."

"How would that protect you?" I asked in amazement.

"He said that if any boy hurts me, or does me wrong in any way, he would expose him as a cocksucker," she said, "It's kind of like insurance against guys who would be mean to me, but that isn't you at all."

"Never heard of anything like that," I said, "Do you want me to go through with it?"

"Oh Bradley dear," she said, "I love the way you take care of me, and realize that many guys would never do what you do, but I could never ask you to blow my father!"

"You aren't asking," I said, "But I'm asking you."

"I do want you to have my father's blessing," she said, "But let me talk to him first and see if I can convince him that you are different from the rest – thanks so much for understanding."

The next day Marsha delivered the news. Her father was glad I was a good guy, but said that relationships can still fail, and he wanted to be able to guarantee that I would never say anything harmful to Marsha.

"I would never do that," I said.

"I believe you," she replied, "But my father is right – things sometimes do change."

"So you want me to do it?" I asked.

"No," she said, "I would never ask you to do that – I care for you too much."

"I want to meet your father and get his blessing," I stated, "And am willing to meet his terms."

Marsha threw her arms around me and kissed me. "You are the best, my Bradley!" she said.

That Saturday I went to Marsha's house to meet her father. He was a tall muscular guy who greeted me with a smile.

"You've made Marsha very happy," he said, "But I need to be sure she will never have reason to regret."

"I understand, Sir," I replied, "And am ready to proceed."

He took me to the basement, where he had a mat on the floor and a video camera and lighting set up. He told me to undress and he did the same. He told Marsha to run the video camera and to make sure she got everything. He told me where to kneel and when I was in place he approached me. He had a huge cock, nearly seven inches while soft.

Marsha started the camera and her father told me to stroke him to erection. I did as Marsha recorded it all. "Now suck," he ordered when he was hard, "First just take the head in your mouth and use your tongue."

I did as ordered, then he said, "Look up here."

I looked up and he snapped a picture of me with his cock in my mouth. That would leave no doubt if anyone ever saw it! His cock was much too big to get all the way in my mouth, so he told me to take what I could and stroke what I couldn't. It was like a combination blowjob and handjob.

Soon I felt his cock grow even bigger and he began to pump his load into my mouth. "Don't swallow yet," he said, "Just hold it in your mouth for now."

My mouth was so full from his huge cock that I barely had room for his load, but he pulled out and told me to open my mouth. He shot his load into my open mouth and got some on my face. When he finished there was a last drop of cum on his cock, which he wiped on my cheek.

"Now turn to the camera and open your mouth," he ordered. I faced Marsha and she zoomed in on my cum-filled mouth.

"Now swallow and open your mouth again," he directed.

I did as he told me, realizing that the video was going to be really incriminating!

When we were done he told me that I had proven myself and had his blessing to continue to date Marsha. She took me to her room for our usual playtime. I tried to put all thoughts of blowing her father out of my mind.

For the next few weeks we played every day, but each night as I lay in bed I found myself thinking about her father, and even jacked off thinking about blowing him. I began to realize that I really wanted to suck him again.

My relationship with Marsha blossomed, and I would have meals with her father and her and we had a very friendly relationship. I was completely in love with her and one day her father asked, “So where do you think your relationship with Marsha is heading?”

“We are still pretty young,” I replied, “But I could imagine us being married one day.”

“I never thought I would ever get married,” she said, “Do you know what you’d be getting into?”

“Well, I know mixed race marriages can be challenging,” I said, “But nobody else knows you are transgendered.”

“But you know I can never have a baby,” she said, “I can never be a real woman!”

“Don’t say that!” I shot back, “You are very real and woman enough for me! In fact I think you are better than other women.”

“In what way?” asked Marsha.

“No unwanted pregnancies, and no PMS,” I said, “We can adopt if we want a family.”

“You sure got something there,” said her father, “No PMS and no change of life later is a damn good deal!”

“I hope the hell you aren’t just saying that to make me feel good Bradley,” she said, “It would kill me if I found you were playing me.”

“I have never lied to you, and don’t intend to start,” I said.

Marsha took me to her room and her father urged us to have fun together. When we got to her room Marsha asked if I wanted her to have surgery, so she would have a real pussy. “I really like you the way you are,” I replied.

“You mean you like a girl with a dick?” she responded.

“I really like your ass,” I said, “And have grown to like your clitty.”

With that Marsha knelt on her bed, offering me her big round ass, which I eagerly rimmed until she told me she really needed to cum, and I gladly sucked her to climax, enjoying the taste of her girl juice as always.

We continued our relationship throughout high school and as graduation approached, we began to discuss marriage seriously. She was now legally a female, so our marriage license would not have to be for a same-sex marriage. I loved Marsha completely and would have been willing to do a same-sex marriage, but this would protect her privacy.

“Will you continue to blow your father?” I asked.

“I suppose so,” she said, “Should marriage change that?”

“It could,” I said, “But it wouldn’t be right to just abandon him and ignore his needs.”

“Did you have something in mind?” Marsha asked.

“I could do it instead,” I offered, “My gift to him for giving me you.”

“I don’t want you to be a cocksucker,” Marsha replied.

“It’s not that different than what I do for you,” I explained, “It’s just that I suck you out of love – I would suck your father out of gratitude for you.”

“How about if we both do it?” countered Marsha, “That way it isn’t a burden on either of us.”

We agreed, and Marsha said she would discuss it with her father. She did, and he agreed, relieved that he would still be getting serviced.

Marsha and I are now happily married. I love her but am so glad she has a cock and not a pussy. I love sucking her off, and now blow her father several times a week. Marsha also sucks him from time to time, but mostly I do him.

One day he asked me if I’d like to blow other guys, and I said that I didn’t think Marsha would like me to.

“That’s not what I asked you,” he said, “She doesn’t have to know everything – now do you want to suck other guy’s dicks?”

“I’ve thought about it from time to time, but never seriously considered it,” I replied, “But I kind of would like to.”

“I’ll invite some other guys over from time to time and you can see if you like it,” he said, “Strictly on the down-low – no need for Marsha to know.”

I agreed and soon was blowing three of his friends. Over the years this expanded to many more, and I was able to keep it separate from my relationship with Marsha. It’s really wonderful to have a wife like Marsha, and as many cocks as I want on the down-low!

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)