Date: Thu, 20 Aug 2015 15:14:45 -0400 From: joey starr Subject: My Awakening Series Part 5 by Joey Starr (TG Teen) "No way! I have another idea now." In the darkness, I heard Cory frantically closing windows and blinds, then I felt him sitting on the bed next to me. I was rolled onto my stomach, the long shirt covering my butt again. "You don't even know how much of a girl you look like. To them, I mean." "What do you mean?" "Like all they saw was your long hair, your shoulders, your back and that ass. And they thought you were a real girl. They didn't think you were a boy at all." "I guess." I was confused where this was going. "Well," Cory began, "I think we should see how much of a girl you can really look like. I think you should put on some girl clothes. Just to see." "Where are we going to get girl clothes, though?" I had a feeling I knew the answer... "Your mom's room." Truth be told, I had been periodically sneaking around trying on my mom's clothes since the start of 7th grade. We were totally different sizes, but she had a few things shoved in the back of her closet that actually fit. Cory's suggestion shocked me, and I was nervous to go along with it. But again... he was very convincing. And once he used the magic words 'don't be a baby' I was marching up the stairs to my mother's bedroom, with him trailing behind me, still wrapped in his towel. My mother's room smelled just like her. A combination of 'Allure' by Chanel (which she actually still wears to this day) and Vanilla. As we walked in, we were enveloped in the scent, and the heat. Our old Victorian house had high ceilings, but the second floor was unbearable in the summer. Hence my 1st floor "summer bedroom". This was beyond naughty, because my mother's room was known to be officially and totally off limits. But still, we made a b-line over to her walk-in closet and let ourselves in. Cory started examining things. He had a clueless look on his face, that was actually kind of cute. My mom had good taste, even in the 90's. But like I said... we were different sizes. She was only about 6 inches taller than me at that age, but she was quite a bit bigger. Still, I knew where the things were that would fit me. In the way back of the walk-in was a garment bag. Inside, there was a sexy dress that I'm pretty sure my mother wore to one of her fancy dress balls in college. It was kind of 80's style, but I had put it on a few times before, and I knew it would fit. I 'pretended' to find it for the first time, unzipping the garment bag. "Hey, Cory-how about this?" I held up the dress to him. "Yes! I dare you to do it." I think really he didn't care what it was, he just wanted me to put anything on. "OK, but get out of here while I change." Let me just describe this dress... It was aqua blue, tight, and very short. Silk, off the shoulder, and backless. The back had strands of pearls that hung across where my shoulder blades went, kind of drooping down a bit. They fastened with little hooks. By today's standards it would be hideous (or maybe, thanks to the hipsters, it would actually be back in style?) Even in 1999, it looked a little dated. In the early 80's when my mother was graduating college, I'm sure it was the hottest thing ever. Cory went over and sat on my mother's bed, and I shut myself in her walk-in closet. I quickly stripped my t-shirt off, and stepped into the dress (as I had several times before) It was a stretchy spandexy fabric without any zippers so the main part was actually easy to get into. The little pearls that hooked across the back were the most challenging part. I found myself sweating a little in all the excitement, mixed with the heat. I checked myself in the mirror on the back of the closet door (as I had before) and was actually happy with what I saw. I wondered if Cory would be too? Because I lacked boobs, it was a little loose in the chest, but it fit crazy tight on my hips, butt, and stomach, where the silky spandex stuck to my every curve. As I came out of the closet (haha, very funny...) I saw Cory sitting on my mother's bed, and his hands flew off his lap again. I had a feeling he'd been rubbing himself while I got dressed. But I saw his eyes pop out of his head, and his mouth fall open. He jumped off the bed and came towards me. "Wow...Joey... you... look just like a girl. Wow." I just stood there as his eyes drank me in. He snapped out of it then, and said "OK, do a little turn." I slowly turned around. "Oh... my... God... your ass in that dress..." his hand, which I suspected had just moments before been rubbing himself through his towel, came to rest on the silk fabric that encased my little butt. This honestly felt even hotter than when he was feeling my bare buttcheeks in my bedroom about ten minutes before. He gave a squeeze and I squealed a little. "Cory!!!" I rubbed my butt where he had squeezed it. "Sorry. I can't control myself. You need to put on shoes though." I looked down at my bare feet, and I knew he was right. So I tiptoed back into the walk-in and looked. My mother had quite a collection. I grabbed a pair of black high heels that I knew would be too big (again, this wasn't my first time...) and slipped them on. I awkwardly walked back out. Cory was sitting on my mother's bed, openly rubbing himself through his towel. I walked over to where he was sitting, and stood in front of him, unsure of what to do. I felt Cory's hands on my legs then. They slid up the backs of my calves... over the backs of my knees... and then to the backs of my thighs. I was rock hard again, and the silk material of the dress kept swishing over my hardness, making it worse. I was 13 years old, wearing one of my mother's old dresses and a pair of her heels, and my best friend was openly groping my legs. I remember looking down into his eyes and seeing something new in them. There's that old expression "The eyes are the windows to the soul." Well, I saw right into his soul that night. I saw directly to where Cory should have been, but wasn't. The Cory I knew was still in there, somewhere... but there was an intensity in there with him. A heat. I was too young to truly understand it, but it was the first time I had ever seen lust in a man's eyes. I felt his hands sliding up the backs of my bare legs and cupping my buttcheeks. With force, he pulled me closer to him. There was no pretending now. This was no longer just for play. This was very very real. Cory let go of me, and leaned back on my mother's bed. As he did, his towel opened up and fell to the sides. There, for the first time, I saw his hard dick. It was perfectly shaped, about 4 1/2 inches hard, and perfectly circumcised. Nestled into a little bed of pubes, and pointing straight up at Cory's smooth, lightly muscled belly. I was entranced. Instinct took over. I knelt down and was staring right at my best friend's dick. It was throbbing and flexing for me. We had been dancing back and forth across a line together all night long, and now there was no going back. He looked at me, I looked at him, and we had an unspoken understanding. He wanted me to touch it. Timidly, I wrapped my hand around my best friend's hard dick, and felt it throb to my touch. Cory exhaled with force. All of a sudden, I felt something wet on my hand. I jerked my hand away. "Did...did you just pee on me?" I wiped my hand on the carpet, stunned. "No. That's precum. Don't you know anything?" He took my hand and placed it back on his dick, smiling. Then his face got intense. "Keep going. Go ahead." Keep going. Go ahead. My sexual knowledge was very limited, and of course I was still pretty innocent. But I knew enough to realize that what I was doing was called a "handjob" and that girls gave them to boys. It was rumored that some of the girls at my school had done it. I guess it didn't really seem "gay" to me at the time, because I was dressed like a girl and Cory was my best friend. It did feel "naughty", but I kept doing it. I knew that handjobs made guys cum, but i didn't understand what "cum" meant. My own orgasms, which I gave myself in the bathtub using the massaging shower head, produced nothing. But from lunch table talk at school, I knew that if I kept this up, I was going to make him cum. I squeezed and caressed Cory's hard dick, alternating between watching his dick flex and throb in my hand, and watching his face... with his eyes closed and a half smile on his open mouth. Every so often he would make a grunt noise. The first time I worried I hurt him. The second time I realized it was a noise of pleasure. And after that I tried figuring out whatever I was doing to cause him to make the noise, so I could repeat it. Time seemed to stand still, but in reality it was only about two minutes before Cory's dick started to twitch, flex, and jump. His feet started shaking, and then his thighs trembled, and before I knew it, his dick erupted. A thick, hot substance was shooting out of him. All over my hand. All over his abs. Some even got on his chest. I was startled but it was clear from his face and the noises he was making that he was feeling pleasure. He was breathing hard and fast, his eyes were clenched, and his facial expression was just pure joy. Then I realized what had just happened. I made him cum. And the substance that was all over my hand (and all over Cory) was his cum. Cum was this stuff. This stuff was cum. I slicked my hand up and down his dick a few more times to play with the cum. With his right hand he grabbed my wrist and removed my messy grasp from his dick. Then his eyes opened and he smiled. He laughed a little, and gave a huge sigh. "Oh my God...Joey... that felt... so good." Cory laid on the bed, on his back, totally spent. I watched his abs and chest rising and falling as he breathed. I was still kneeling, facing him, and I didn't move. He looked so sexy. I can never forget the way he looked in that moment. All at once he looked powerful and vulnerable. It's difficult to describe. But the image of his naked body after "our first time" is seared into my memory for eternity. As confused as I was, at that moment I felt very grown up. I was filled with a mixture of emotions: Shock. Shame. Joy. But also, in that moment, one emotion floated to the surface and overtook the others. It was Pride. I felt proud that I had been the one to make him feel so good. After a moment, he kind of "came to". He used his towel to clean himself up, then handed it to me. I didn't realize it in my own haze, but I had his cum running down my hand and arm. I finally got up off my knees and stood there. Now things felt a bit awkward. But Cory patted the spot next to him on my mother's bed. I sat down in my 1980's finery, next to my naked friend. He just leaned back and closed his eyes. Let me just describe Cory's body for a moment. We were night and day, and it was never more apparent than right now. His shoulders were wide, and at 5'6 he was easily about 6 inches taller than I was. His chest wasn't developed, but he had abs, and his upper arms were pretty big for a 13/almost 14 year old. As I've said before, Cory was on his way to becoming a man, where I was definitely not. In more ways than one. His dick, even in it's semi-soft state that I was looking at now, was easily twice the size of mine. I had a little "stiffy" under my dress, where Cory had a dick. His was surrounded by hair, where mine was totally bare. I felt a weird mixture of inadequacy mingled with awe at our contrast. Somewhere in my soul I knew, even in that minute, that our roles were very different. As my eyes finished drinking in Cory's perfect body, I noticed he had his eyes open, and he was looking at me. He smirked, and I kind of giggled a little bit. I felt his hands back on my legs, and I saw his dick growing back to it's full hardness. I felt brave for a second, and reached out to touch it again, wrapping my fingers around it and feeling its stickiness, and its size and strength. It was Cory who broke the silence. "Do you like it?" "Yeah. It's so... big." I gave it a little squeeze and he exhaled. "Mmmm...Yeah." He smirked again, and folded his hands behind his head as I continued my squeezing. This went on for about a minute and I could tell he was getting into it again. "Does this feel good Cory?" I knew it did, but I liked hearing him say it did. "Yeah." His eyes were closed and he was kind of humping my hand a little. "But do you wanna try something?" "Yeah like what?" "Wanna kiss it?" I did want to kiss it. I can't explain why. I felt the need to give it a kiss. So I did. Without taking my hand off it, I leaned over and kissed the head of my best friend's dick. Coming up, I tasted him on my lips. The taste of boy. "How'd that feel?" My voice sounded different to me... I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "Oh God. Do it again." I did it again, this time he moaned a little. "Feels good?" My voice again, but very different. "Yeah...do you wanna give me a blowjob?" Honestly, I had heard of blowjobs, but i didn't entirely understand what one was. I think Cory correctly interpreted my silence for the confusion it was, so he explained. "It means you put my dick in your mouth and suck on it. Girls do it for guys. You know, to make it feel good." "OK." It occurred to me that I was going to let him put his dick in my mouth, but to be honest... at this point, I would have let him do whatever he wanted. Cory stood up, excitedly, and I remained sitting on my mother's bed. He brought his hard dick so that it was just inches from my face, pointing up to the sky. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding. I felt out of body - almost like I was miles away, or in a dream of some kind. But Cory's voice brought me back to reality. "Open up." I did. He took a step towards me, and at the same time I leaned out and down slightly, still sitting on the bed. My warm mouth enclosed his very hot dick. I remember that I was stunned by the hotness of it in my mouth, and the taste. It wasn't gross- not even a little bit. He was also stunned, because he gasped when my lips closed around his dick. It tasted warm and salty. For better balance, I grabbed onto his hips. Then I looked up at him. Cory was looking down at me, with a scalding hot intensity in his eyes. I felt his dick flexing in my mouth, and it was like his eyes were staring directly into my soul. I wanted to make him feel good again, even though I knew it meant he was probably going to cum in my mouth. So I began to suck. Once again, instinct took over. I increased and decreased suction, almost like I was sucking a milkshake though a very big straw. I felt Cory's body twitch when I did it. His dick throbbed in my mouth, and I felt it in my lips. I thought I was onto something, so I kept it up. He started humping into my mouth in time with my suction, which at first got awkward until we fell into a rhythm. I realized then that I needed to bring my lips and tongue into the game a little. I licked the head, and accidentally bumped my teeth into it. "Ahh your teeth...careful." I instantly pulled off his dick, and felt it 'plop' out of my mouth. "I'm sorry." The way my voice came out stunned me. I knew what the difference was now. I actually sounded like a girl, even to myself. "It's OK. Keep going." I licked my lips and put him back in my mouth. He sighed a huge sigh of contentment and pleasure, and resumed his humping. He did not last very long. I was very aware that he was going to cum again, and I was very aware that it was going to happen in my mouth. He started really getting into it, and breathing heavy, which excited me... and I had a feeling the moment of truth was drawing near. I had no frame of reference as to what to expect when it went off in my mouth, but I knew that I had just better swallow it. So when the first blast of thick, salty cum hit the back of my mouth, I started to swallow like a fiend. I've told people this story before, and they're always shocked that my first time giving a blowjob I managed to swallow the entire load without spilling a drop, choking, or even coughing. But I did manage it. It was like a well choreographed volley of swallows. Maybe it was just natural born talent. Maybe it was Divine Providence. Maybe it was beginner's luck. Whatever it was, I swallowed it all like a pro. I had never ever in my life been more turned on than I was at that moment. I didn't want to let his dick out of my mouth, but eventually he was too sensitive for me to suck on anymore. He pulled out, still breathing hard. He still stood in front of me, looking down at me. Casually, he bent over and picked up his towel, to wipe some of the dampness (saliva and leftover cum) off himself. There was a little awkwardness then, but it quickly passed when he asked me to give him another blowjob. Of course, I did. The second one lasted just slightly longer than the first- maybe three minutes. And I wasn't as lucky when it came time to swallow. I ended up with a mouthful of cum on my tongue and in my teeth, and I coughed a lot in the swallowing process. I guess lightning doesn't always strike twice. By this time, Cory was totally exhausted. It was also about 4:00 a.m. He disappeared to go "clean up", and I set to putting my mother's room in order. I took off the dress and hung it back up in its garment bag in its proper place in her closet. Then I put my sleepshirt back on, put Cory's used/cum-stained towel into the upstairs hamper, and went to look for him. I found him in my downstairs summer bedroom, wearing a pair of his boxers, sprawled out on the bottom bunk, on top of the covers. I clicked off the light and went to climb up on the top bunk when I heard his voice. He was suddenly a little quiet and shy. "Do you want to sleep down here with me?" I did. I crawled in next to him, and settled my head next to his on his pillow. I felt his hands groping my butt. The fires inside me were still raging. Where Cory had felt release three times, I had felt none. I reached out to feel his hard dick through his boxers, and he swatted my hand away. Disappointed, I just laid there in silence feeling him caress my buttcheeks, back, and the backs of my thighs. Eventually I noticed his breathing get heavy, and he drifted off to sleep. I laid awake for a while, but after a time I managed to do the same. My eyes opened to Saturday's daylight streaming through the windows, and Cory's body climbing over me to get out of the bed. I was on my back, and my sleepshirt was up around my chest. My hairless boyhood was erect, and ached. I looked up at Cory, and he looked at me. He waved. I was confused. Then I saw him reaching down to get his backpack. "Wh...where are you going?" "I gotta go. I'll call you later, K?" And with that, he was gone. He must have gotten dressed in the hallway, because it was a few moments before I heard the front door close. I was confused. I had just assumed that I would be blowing him all day on Saturday. My mother wasn't due home until Sunday. And I suddenly felt very alone. I laid there and replayed the events of the previous night over and over in my mind. It was so hot. I wanted Cory to come back. I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to watch TV with him. And yeah, I wanted to do all the stuff we had done the previous night... I finally got out of bed and went upstairs to my bathroom. I started the water and, like usual, I turned on the massaging shower head. I removed it form it's little mount and aimed it at my own hardness. Unlike previous times, where it was more of a curious habit to "make myself feel good", this time I thought about Cory. I thought about being a real girl, and kissing him. I did think about sucking him and touching his dick... but mostly I thought about kissing him. When my dry little boy orgasm hit, it was like an earthquake. I shook and convulsed and saw stars. I had never felt such intense pleasure in my short life. As I dried myself off, I looked forward to hearing from Cory. He had said "I'll call you later", so I assumed that meant he'd be calling me later that day. TO BE CONTINUED...