I 'm Bill and was completely straight until I met a very special girl named Melinda, my new next door neighbor. She was my age – fifteen and really pretty. She didn't go to my school, however. She went to a private school. When we met, we hit it off right away, which surprised me – I was always a little awkward when talking with girls, but Melinda seemed so easy to talk with. I wondered if she would go out with me.

I'd been dating girls since I was fourteen, and loved it, though it was often frustrating. It was fun to make out with them, and some even let me feel their titties, which was quite a thrill, but that was as far as it went. I never got any clothes off them, but some were willing to handle my cock. That got me hard in a hurry, which seemed to make the girls nervous.

One almost got me to cum but freaked out as I was moaning with the approach of orgasm. She just let go and said she didn't like the way I was reacting – like I was turning into a werewolf or something! That was the last date with her. The other girl that handled me was pretty awkward about it. I asked her to suck me, but she said she would never put it in her mouth, so once again I was all worked up with no relief! It seemed that I always came home after a date needing to jack-off. It seemed like I would never get past second base with a girl!

Melinda gave me new hope however. She invited me to come sit with her on her back porch one afternoon. Her parents were at work, so we were alone, and since the porch was in the back, it was very private. As we talked, she put her hand on mine, which I really liked. It was certainly no big deal, but it gave me hope. I squeezed her hand in mine and saw that her eyes were closed and she was smiling – like she was day dreaming about something. I decided to be bold and leaned over and kissed her.

That broke Melinda out of her daydream, and she responded wonderfully, slipping her tongue between my lips and soon we were passionately French kissing. Without thinking I placed a hand on her left breast, but quickly pulled back, not wanting to move too fast. Melinda surprised me by taking my hand and placing it firmly back on her breast. Encouraged, I fondled her breast and was surprised when she began to moan. Other girls let me feel them, as if it were a concession to me, but Melinda really seemed to like it. I switched to the right breast, and after a while she said, "Let's do this in a better way."

She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her bra up, revealing the most beautiful breasts I'd ever seen. In truth, this was my first time to see breasts for real – I'd seen a lot of them in online porn, but never like this – hers were small, but really beautiful. As I touched her nipples, they great hard, just as my cock was growing hard. She asked me to pinch them, which I did cautiously, not wanting to hurt her. Then I leaned to her and took a nipple into my mouth. She put her hands on the back of my head and held me close, moaning as I sucked her. I moved to the other nipple for a bit and then pulled back and kissed her on the lips, once again enjoying the interplay of our tongues.

"Thank you," she said, "That was really nice."

She next surprised me by putting her hand on my cock, bulging under my pants, and gently squeezing it. "I'll bet you need attention," she said, and fumbled at my zipper, trying to get it down. I helped her and took my cock out, which she took into her hand and began to stroke. Soon I was fully hard and she took me into her mouth. I couldn't believe my good fortune – she was blowing me completely by her own initiative. It didn't take long before I came in her mouth and once again she surprised me by swallowing, and even thanked me for my load!

I thanked her a told her I really wanted to see her more, asking if she would go out with me, to which she agreed. I went home, walking on air, having the very best experience I'd ever had with a girl. Melinda was really very special, and I was going to do everything I could to make her my steady girlfriend – after all, with a girl as fine as Melinda, who needs anyone else?

The next day after school I went to see Melinda again, and this time she met me at the door in an almost see-through robe, barely concealing the royal blue bra and panties underneath. "I hope this is okay," she said, smiling, "After the great time we had yesterday I wanted to share more of myself with you."

That sure was fine with me, and I took her in my arms and kissed her. As I did, I reached down and gently squeezed one of her buns.

"You like my buns?" she asked.

"I like every part of you," I replied.

Melinda stepped back and removed her robe, standing before me nearly naked. The she turned around, revealing that her panties were thong panties, giving me the most beautiful view of her lovely ass! I was speechless and must have looked pretty dumb just staring, but Melinda approached me and invited me to enjoy her buns. She turned and offered them buns to me. I dropped to my knees, never before being so close to a girl's ass. I kissed one cheek, then the other. I alternated back and forth, each time getting closer to the center, until I kissed her crack. Then I extended my tongue into her crack – a little timidly, not sure if she would think I was some sort of pervert.

To my relief, she began to moan, which encouraged me. I extended my tongue between her cheeks, not sure where to go from there, but Melinda guided me. She reached back and spread her cheeks, showing me her pucker, with the thin thong string over it. I pressed to her pucker and kissed it. Melinda moved the thong aside giving me clear access to her pucker.

It never occurred to me that kissing her there was a dirty thing to do. My cock was hard, and my judgement seriously impaired. I pressed my lips to her pucker and extended my tongue into her. She continued to moan, which further encouraged me. I tongued her for a few minutes until she said, "Oh I need to cum so badly!"

She turned around, faced me, and pulled down the front of her panties to reveal a hard cock!

That really freaked me out and I pulled back. My cock went soft and I said, "I can't do this."

Melinda's cock softened as well and she began to cry. "I was so sure you were different," she said.

I never could handle a girl crying – what do you say? How do you make it right? It was especially bad that I was the reason for her tears – I felt like I'd somehow been terribly cruel to her.

"Please," I said, putting my arms around her, "This is all so new to me, and I just don't know how to handle it." I pulled her close and she put her head against my shoulder, continuing to cry. Maybe that's what you do when a girl cries – let her cry on you – I don't know, but I sure liked holding her. I tried to put out of my mind the fact that she had a cock – she was a girl, wasn't she? It was like the very nature of reality had gone crazy and the world was no longer the same.

Even though Melinda had a cock, I wasn't thinking of her as anything but a girl – just a girl that was very different. She had pulled her panties up, hiding the cause of our misunderstanding.

After a few minutes she stopped crying and said, "It feels good in your arms."

I responded, "You feel good in my arms, and I hope to be holding you like this a lot more."

"So you don't want to leave?" she asked.

"Absolutely not!" I replied, "Why would I want to walk out on a wonderful girl like you?"

"Because of what's down there," she said, now making direct eye contact.

"I know we can't undo what's happened," I said, "But I wish I could do it over."

"You mean where I just don't let you see it?" she asked.

"That wouldn't be right," I said, even as I did, surprised at my own words, "It's part of you and I need to be more accepting of all of you."

"It's a part of me I wish wasn't there," Melinda confessed, beginning to tear up again, "It's been bad for me any time I began a relationship, and now it's spoiled things with you!"

"Please Melinda," I pleaded, "Give me another chance – I'm trying to figure all this out."

"You are different from other boys," she declared, "So I guess I better tell you the whole story."

Melinda explained about her confused youth, being born a boy but feeling like a girl – always out of place. She explained that it was call gender dysphoria and it happened in a small number of people. Everyone with it struggles, and many took their own lives. In Melinda's case, it caused a lot of friction between her parents. Her father smacked Melinda around, telling her to "man up" and get over it. Her mother was supportive and found a doctor who helped make sense of it all.

Melinda started on female hormones as puberty began and lived full time as a girl, though not peacefully. Her father called her a freak and a faggot, and eventually abandoned them. After that Melinda lived as a normal girl until she began dating, which usually didn't work out well. Her mother discouraged dating, saying it was dangerous, but Melinda couldn't help but want it, even though experience had proven her mother right. She tried dating at her former school but when her secret got out in she got picked on a lot, which is why they moved and she went to a private school.

Even though she understood the danger, when she met me she wanted to try again – and I messed it all up!

"I'm so sorry that my problem is a problem for you as well," she said, "I just beg of you one thing – please don't tell anyone else – word got out at my last school, which is why we had to move."

"I've no intention of telling anything about you to anyone, except that you are my girl," I said.

"Your girl?" she replied, "You want a freak like me to be your girlfriend?"

"You are not a freak!" I firmly cautioned her, "Just special – very special indeed!"

"You make it sound a lot better," she said, "But I'm still stuck with what's down there."

"Maybe 'stuck' isn't the right word," I said, "May I see it again please?"

"Are you sure?" she asked, "It didn't go well the first time."

"Yes," I assured her, "I wasn't ready then." I couldn't be sure I was ready now, but I was curious.

Slowly she slipped down her panties to review a tiny, soft little boy cock. "May I touch it?" I asked, surprising myself with my boldness. Melinda nodded and I took her tiny cock between my fingers. "It's so small – almost feminine."

Melinda smiled and said she never thought of it as feminine at all – but rather the thing that was keeping her from being a "real girl".

"Now stop that!" I said, as she looked at me with wonder, "There isn't anything about you that isn't real! Maybe we just have this all wrong."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I don't see a cock here," I said, "I see a nice clitty!"

"A clitty?" she responded, unsure of herself, "I'd never thought of it that way – it was just a useless boy-thing that ruined my life!"

"Well, what is the purpose of a clitty?" I asked.

"I guess to provide pleasure for the woman," she said.

"And to let a man know where to put his attention," I added, "So it's really something to share between a couple – could we try that?"

"I'm not entirely sure I know what you mean," she said, as I kissed her while fondling her clitty. It began to respond and become fully erect even though still very small.

Her kisses became more passionate, and I said, "See, it's working." Melinda was smiling again – so much better than crying. I moved to get a better look at her clitty. It did look kind of nice – not at all masculine. I kissed the tip and took it into my mouth.

"Oh Bill!" Marsha gasped, "You don't have to do that!"

But I ignored her words, hearing even more loudly what her body was saying. I put her legs up over my shoulders and ran my tongue all over her petite clitty. Some might say I was giving a blowjob, but I knew I was just going down on my girl. I'd gone down on other girls before, but this was so much easier, and Melinda was responding so wonderfully.

Then Melinda surprised us both when her clitty began to squirt in my mouth. It was strong tasting, and unlike anything else, but I knew it meant that she had climaxed, and I was glad to do that for her. I wasn't going to insult her by spitting, so I just swallowed her offering.

"I'm so sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to do that! I won't let it happen again – will you forgive me?"

"I'm NOT sorry," I affirmed, "And you won't have to make it happen – I'll do that as often as I can."

"You really aren't like other boys!" Melinda exclaimed, and I was delighted!

After that our relationship really blossomed. I found that as time went by, I grew to really love Melinda's clitty. I enjoyed rubbing her clitty through her panties, making her bulge. That "panty bulge", as I would call it, was something I really loved to see – it meant that my girl was turned on, which was always good for me!

Sometimes she got aroused just from my kissing her. We have a little game that we play then. She lifts her skirt and says "See what you've done!" I respond by kissing her pretty bulge, and often she will pull her panties down and I'll suck her to completion. I've really grown to love the taste of her "girl juice", as I've come to calling it, and look forward to getting it as often as I can.

As I thought about how much I liked Melinda's "girl juice", of course I realized it was really semen, so I decided to swallow my own when I jacked-off. I didn't jack-off very often, because Melinda took care of my needs very nicely, but every time I did, I lost the desire to swallow it as soon as I would cum.

I probably should have just counted my blessings and be content with what I got from Melinda, since I felt she was clearly better than any other girl in the world, but I couldn't help wanting more. I realized that the only alternative source was from a guy – the thought of which was disgusting to me at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I warmed up to it. Would sucking a cock be that much different than sucking Melinda? It would be bigger, but other than that it should be pretty similar.

Once I'd begun to accept the idea of sucking a cock, I found myself wanting it – at first a little, but soon it became a favorite jack-off fantasy. But I'd never dare act on it – I sure wouldn't want to be known as a cocksucker! I'm not at all homophobic, but just wanted to be seen as completely straight.

Then one day I faced a temptation too compelling to pass up. Ben, my other next door neighbor was talking with me and lamenting the fact that his girlfriend wouldn't suck him. I went along with it, agreeing that girls just don't see things our way. Then Ben said he'd even be willing to get sucked by a guy and heard that guys give the best blowjobs. That was an opening I should have passed up, but before I really thought about it I blurted out, "I could suck you, if you didn't tell anybody." It was a stupid thing for me to say, but once it was out, there was no taking it back.

Ben quickly agreed and invited me into his garage and closed the door. He unzipped and took out his cock. It was huge compared to Melinda's clitty, though only a little bigger than mine. Ben was offering me what I'd been wanting, but I wasn't sure it was right for me to do it.

"What's wrong?" asked Ben, sensing my hesitancy. I told him I'd never done it before and he said he'd never been blown before, so we could learn together. He made me promise not to tell anyone about sucking him, so I felt reassured that he would keep my secret, and I dropped to my knees, opening my mouth.

As soon as Ben entered my mouth I knew I wanted more of this. It may seem strange, but he felt really good in my mouth – like he belonged there! I moved my tongue all around his cock, focusing mostly on the head, like I did with Melinda, and soon he shot his hot load. It was more volume than I got from Melinda, which was a pleasant surprise. It tasted strong – like Melinda's but a little different, but I really liked the unique taste.

Ben thanked me and asked how I liked it. "It was good," I said, "Let's do it again sometime."

Ben was more than happy to feed me, and soon I was blowing him nearly every day! Being my next door neighbor made it really convenient. Most days I would suck him right after school, but sometimes he would just come to see me and we'd find a private place – it was so quick and easy sometimes we did it several times a day.

One day Ben told me that my sucking him has made is relationship with his girlfriend stronger because he no longer resented the fact that she didn't blow him – he had a great cocksucker to take care of him. At first I found it insulting to be referred to as a cocksucker, but it was certainly accurate, and in time I became proud of it, though it's still a closely guarded secret.

Now I'm in my mid-twenties and married to Melinda, but I still blow Ben from time to time, but less often, since we aren't neighbors any more. Over the years I've found seven other guys who are now my "regulars", feeding me their cum. I'd love to blow them all every day, but they don't need it that often. I'm blessed to be able to give one or two blowjobs every day.

I've kept my cocksucking secret from Melinda, who I suck nearly every day. I have the best woman in the world, along with a group of guys I can count on. What more could a guy want?

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)