Date: Sat, 3 Aug 2019 12:47:58 -0700 From: JustMe Subject: Jackson Pt 3 The following story is fiction. It involves scenes of a sexual nature between an adult man and a teenage boy. If this is not your thing, please move along. I want to give special recognition to the blog, https://speedychopslover.blogspot.com/ for the inspiration for this story. If you enjoy having this resource, please consider a donation to Nifty http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. I saw Jackson a couple of days later. "Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?" I said as he was walking down the sidewalk in front of my house. "Sure Greg, what's up?" "I just wanted to let you know I"m still working on what we talked about. I have to find a time when my wife won't be at home. Do you have any days off school coming up?" "Yeah, I'm pretty sure we are off next Friday" he stated, the eagerness in his voice quite obvious. "Ok, I should be able to get that day off. Let's say next Friday then." "Awesome!" he said, grinning from ear to ear. "Good lord, what am I getting myself into?" I thought. The following week was busy at work so I barely saw Jackson. However, on Thursday evening I noticed that he was milling about on the sidewalk, and thinking that he wanted to talk, I went out to him. "Hi" I said. "Are we still for tomorrow?" "You bet!" he said, then, more subdued, "if you still want to." "I'll be honest with you, Jackson, I've been having second thoughts. But I did agree to help you out and I will. I need you to promise me that you'll keep this between the two of us." "Oh yeah", he said "I wouldn't tell another soul about it." "Ok, well then, come over to my place at 10 tomorrow morning. And bring the juice you got from that kid in school. Don't take any of it, just bring it with you." I would later have it tested and it would prove to be Bang. I really saved his (and my) bacon on this one, god help Chuck. Now that I had a date set, it was time to put my plan into action. Initially my thought was to supervise Jackson taking the CJ and be there for him to ask any questions he had as he explored his temporary vagina. But then a thought came to me, which I now know wasn't the smartest thought process I've ever had. Why don't I take the CJ, then I could not only let Jackson discover the workings of a vagina from a second party perspective, but I could also satisfy my own curiosity of what having a temporary vagina was like. Somehow in my mind I painted this as an altruistic thing, but a few days removed from the situation I was able to see that it was mostly about me and my own curiosity. I had no idea the role that Jackson was about to play in my education. The next morning I got up at 7 to see my wife off to work and get ready for Jackson. I took a long shower, getting nice a clean. I felt giddy, almost as if I was going on a date. I checked to make sure I still had the juice and waited for Jackson to show up. At 10 o'clock on the dot he was at my door. As I heard him knock I took a deep breath, composed myself, and went to answer it. "Hi Jackson, come on in. Did you remember to bring the stuff?" "Yeah, it's right here", he said, producing a small bottle from his front pocket. I took it from him and said "great, let me take that and let's go sit on the couch and talk" He had a puzzled look on his face and I quickly went into the living room to sit down so I could explain myself. "Look, Jackson, I don't want you to take this stuff. You have no idea what it is, and the consequences of getting the wrong stuff could be terrible." The look on his face told me he was confused, so I continued "I have a friend at work that I trust and I asked him to get me some. At least this way we will be sure of what it is." I could see a wave of relief washed over him. Up to this point I hadn't decided who was actually going to take the juice, although I did feel that it was less risky for me to take it. After all, Jackson had said he didn't really want to have a vagina, but that he was more interested in how one looked and functioned. In my naivety, I thought that it would be harmless. I was wrong, though. I didn't count on my emotions kicking in. "So, I've thought about this", I began, "and I've decided that it would be better if I take the juice and you could experience what a vagina is like". I actually thought that I would morph a pussy, let Jackson explore it for a while, as if in a clinical setting, and then we would be done. What I can't deny, though, is the titillation I felt about the situation. "Yeah, ok", he said rather trepidatiously. I could tell,though, that he was nervous and that he was unsure of how to proceed. And I knew that I would have to take the lead, of course. "Ok, look. I'm going to take a bit of this and then we'll wait and see what happens. You cool with that?" He nodded his assent. So, I opened the container and, using the eyedropper put 7 full drops on my tongue. Then I waited for the magic to happen. We made small talk for a bit, with Jackson asking me every now and again if I felt anything. Assuring him that I didn't, I think that we were both thinking that maybe I hadn't gotten CJ after all, just water or another inert liquid. However, it wasn't too much longer before I began to feel flush and a stirring in my groin that I knew that something was going on; I was changing physically and perhaps emotionally as well. For all the talk I had with Jackson about needing time to make a plan, I really didn't have one. I didn't think to buy condoms because I had absolutely no intention that Jackson would fuck me. It didn't really occur to me that I was going to have to take my clothes off and let Jackson see me naked with a vagina between my legs even though that was exactly the plan. What wasn't clear to me was how far I would let it go. "Greg, are you ok?" Jackson stirred me out of my thoughts. "Is the stuff working?" "Uh, yeah, I think so." I managed to say just before the first wave of pleasure washed over me. "Holy cow, Greg. You are really turning red". The heat that started in my groin had worked its way up my chest and to my face. I could feel my genitals shifting around in my pants, as if rearranging themselves. I looked down at the bulge in my crotch just in time to see it slowly shrink, as, I presume, my nuts and dick faded away. Then I began to feel an itch inside of me where my cock used to be. It started deep within and began to spread outwardly towards my thighs. Suddenly my crotch began to pulse and contract as the itch slowly faded away. All the while Jackson, sitting next to me, mouth half open in surprise, looked like he couldn't believe his eyes. After a couple of minutes my body began to calm down. I began to feel strangely relaxed, and my breathing, which had been short and quick, began to return to normal. "Holy shit, I think it worked", I suddenly announced. It was then that I realized that Jackson had leaned into me and was staring down at my crotch. I could feel his hot breath against my flush skin in slow, shallow gasps. I also felt the obvious erection that presses against my thigh, though I'm not sure he was aware of it. "Can I see it?" he asked in a gruff, guttural voice. "I haven't even seen it yet" I thought to myself. "Give me a minute, Jackson. I need to get used to this." It was at this point that I think Jackson realized the state that he was in, his hardened cock pressed to me, giving me no personal space at all. As he quickly shifted his body away from mine, I became aware of a growing wet spot where the head of his dick would be. And from where that wet spot was on his pants, this kid was obviously packing a long tool. "Alright, I'm going to go into the other room. When I come back out, I think I'll be ready to show it to you", I said, as an excuse to take a look at my new vagina before I displayed it to another person. I quickly got up, leaving Jackson behind on the couch, and went to my bedroom. I quickly peeled my jeans off my waist until I was standing in only my boxers. I took a quick breath before the big reveal and then slowly pulled my underwear off my hips. The first to come into vision was pubic hair, followed by....nothing....and then, there it was, my temporary snatch. I've seen a fair number of pussies in my life, though only in porn for the last dozen years. As vaginas go, mine was quite attractive. The labia was quite proportional to my body and everything looked more or less in place. What I didn't expect was it to be so wet with feeling of emptiness deep within it. I briefly touched it, which caused a sudden shiver to course through my body. "Damn, this thing is sensitive!" I thought. Hearing Jackson shuffle in the next room, I knew that I was going to have to go back and finish what I had started. I pulled my boxers and pants back up and went back into the living room where Jackson was waiting for me patiently. "Ok, well, that was interesting," I announced as I walked into the room "So, is it real, did it really happen?" he asked me, perhaps a little too anxiously than I was comfortable with. "Oh, it sure did", I replied as I returned to my spot on the couch. "Well, let's see it then!", he almost shouted. I briefly looked down and could see that he was still erect and leaking into his pants. Holy shit this kid was hung. "Ok, look. I'm going to let you see it but I want you to respect my personal space. You can look at it and you can ask about it but I don't want you to touch it." Even as I said that, however, I was becoming increasingly aware of his sexual energy and the effect it was having on me. I could smell the musk coming off the sweat in his armpits as I realized my body was yearning to be physically closer to him. I looked up into his eyes, noticing for the first time the faint hairs that were growing above his lip and chin. His moist lips were inviting me to join mine to his and I slowly yielded to the submissive nature of someone about to be taken by a man. Quickly I snapped out of it and standing up, yanked both my pants and underwear down to my knees. I immediately caught a whiff of the steam coming off my crotch as I heard Jackson gasp, audibly, almost a sob. I sat back down hard, and spread my legs. Embarrassed and now quite shy, I hung my head as Jackson moved in to look at my new cunt. The odors in the room were almost stifling, from me the fresh sweet smell of a pussy in heat, and from Jackson the heady, masculine smell of a man ready to mate. As he continued his observations, his face move closer and closer to my lap and I could feel the hot air of his panting against my skin. Suddenly he breathed in deeply, inhaling the fresh smell emanating from my virgin pussy. I caught him just as he reached his hand up to touch. "Jackson, no! I asked you not to touch it". "Oh, I'm sorry. Can I ask you a question?" "Sure" I replied, feeling a bit sheepish, a bit submissive and very fucking horny. "Why don't you want me to touch it?" "It would be wrong, that's why" I replied "But why would it be wrong?" I hesitated for a moment as I honestly didn't have an answer. Cheating on my wife didn't seem even remotely like a reason at the time (though later I would come to feel differently). Through the haze of the sexual tension coursing through me, I began to bargain with myself. The truth was that I was feeling things I had never felt, and one of those things was a very strong attraction to another male. Another thing was an indescribably empty feeling in my body. A feeling that, although present and powerful, I did not have an obvious remedy for. What I couldn't do is lie to myself and pretend that I wasn't enjoying this and that I didn't want to take it just a bit further. "Ok Jackson, but just the outside, I don't want you to penetrate me". I wasn't sure why I felt that way, but at that point it seemed like it would be a violation of sorts. My pussy, however, had other plans. The emptiness I was feeling, although I couldn't pinpoint just yet, was coming straight from that gash in my crotch. And I became acutely aware of that the second that Jackson's finger grazed my vaginal lips. "Hrrnng, shit!" I cried out as I spread my legs wider to give him easier access. He didn't look up at me, his sole focus was on my cunt. He spread the lips with his two hands to peek inside of my tunnel. He rubbed his fingers against the entrance, taken care not to enter. He played with the knob that was my clit, and probably what was left of my cock. After a few moments of rubbing, poking, touching, he leaned back, looked up at me, and , pointing to his pants, asked "Do you mind if I take these off? They are getting really tight and uncomfortable". I should have said no. God knows I should have said no. But, being as caught up in the moment as he was, I nodded my assent. Jackson stood up and in one movement shucked his pants down to his ankles and off. Standing up, I got my first clear glimpse of his cock. Holy shit he was big for his age! Hard as a rock, it pointed up and to the left, tracing a solid line from the center all the way to his hip. Without permission or announcement, he quickly removed his boxer briefs, and out sprang a dick I could only describe as magnificent. It must have been at least 7 inches long, uncut with just a bit of the head poking through the foreskin. It was quite fat and ridged with veins along the entire length, thickening just a bit below the head. Nestled in a dense bush of pubic hair hung his balls, themselves rather large and undoubtedly full of cum. I had never admired a man's package before, but this boy, larger than me in every measurement, had it all. I think he noticed me slack-jawed, eyes glazed over and fixated on his cock. A slow smirk washed across his face in what I could only assume was the realization that he had me. And it was true. I have never in my life wanted to have sex with a man, and yet here I was, staring intently at this penis, wanting to touch it, to taste it, to have it inside of me. As if realizing that now the advantage was his, Jackson knelt down in front of me and began exploring my pussy again. This time, though, he did let his fingers go into me, and I did not object. Slowly he brought his face into my crotch and, sticking his tongue out, took a tentative taste. I could feel the head of his dick brush up against my leg, the sticky hot wetness of his precum leaving a trail as it did. As he continued to lap at my cunt, I squirmed and reached up to place my hands on his head. At this moment I realized the absurdity of the sitaution....me, a 36 year old man, sitting here having his pussy (!!!) eaten out by the 15 year-old neighbor kid that I had known since he was a baby. But Jackson wasn't a baby anymore. This young man was a stud and once he came to realize that, all the girls (and possibly boys) in the neighborhood were in serious danger of his virility. As I lay on the couch, head back enjoying the feeling of pure pleasure from Jackson's mouth, he slowly stood up. At first I couldn't tell what was rubbing against my pussy but then realized that Jackson had laid his cock lengthwise against my vaginal lips and was running it up and down, stroking my cunt with the length of his dick. I had never experienced that level of pure pleasure before. Suddenly my body started to shake as a wave of pure ecstasy washed over it. My pussy began to contract and expand as if it was milking a penis. It wasn't as physically intense as orgasm I had experienced with my own cock, but the feeling was much deeper in my body and it lasted longer. As I came down off of my high I felt Jackson's lips brush against mine, and opening my mouth I allowed him to explore it with his tongue. It was at that moment I realized that Jackson's cock was no longer rubbing against my pussy, he had managed to work the head into me and was pushing more in as we kissed. I wanted to feel the entire length of him inside of me, god knows I did. I came to my senses as I simultaneously remembered that I was dealing with a 15 year-old virgin at precisely the same moment I felt the head of his cock begin to flair up inside of me. "NO!" I shouted as I reached up to push Jackson off of me. As he fell backwards, his cock, swinging wildly, began to let loose load after load of cum. Long, thick ropes, he shot on my face, on my chest, the sheets, even the walls. He must have pumped 15 full cannons of cum, all the while wracked in his own orgasm, head back, eyes closed, grunting and moaning. When he finished I finally looked down at myself. I had cum running down my cheek, on my chin, my chest, in my pubic hair. The bed was covered in it. The room smelled of it. I couldn't believe myself how much cum this boy had in him. He was like a fountain of it. "Holy shit", I thought to myself. "Did any of this get inside of me?" I quickly looked down, and spreading my lips apart, did a brief inspection in my love chute. Satisfied that there was none, I looked up and saw Jackson staring at me. Although slightly deflated, his dick was still hard, pointing straight out from his body rather than straight up as it had moments before. "Man, do you know how close you came to cunting me?" I accused him. "What? What do you mean?" he asked. I realized that I may not have told him the consequences of getting his sperm inside of me, so I explained it to him. "Jackson, even though the stuff I took was temporary, the only difference between that and the permanent stuff is a hormone found in semen. If your semen had made its way into my temporary vagina, it would have become permanent. And I think you can figure out why that would be a bad idea!" I said with anger rising in my voice. Jackson just stood there for a minute looking at me before he slowly lowered his head and began to sob. I reached out my arms and pulled him into me as I felt the hot tears stream from his face, no longer the overpowering man, now an unsure and insecure boy. "I'm sorry Greg" he said between sobs. "I would never do anything to hurt you. You are one of my favorite people in the whole world". "I know Jackson. I'm sorry for getting angry. I guess I was just afraid." I continued to hold him for a couple of more minutes. His body pressed against mine, I could still feel his dick pressed against me, but now deflated and completely covered by foreskin. After a few minutes I said "Let's get dressed, we need to clean this place up before my wife gets home". We cleaned up and I made us lunch. We didn't really talk about what we had experienced. He seemed to go back to being the 15 year-old he was before his body, inflamed in lust, temporarily took on the role of a man. As for me, well, I didn't bounce back quite so easy. It took a couple of more hours for my cock to (thankfully) return, and during that time I still felt an emptiness that, for a brief moment, had felt the promise of fulfillment.