Date: Fri, 11 Jun 2004 05:36:45 +0000
From: Chris Angel <moonknuckle@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Taste For Candie (TG, anal, oral)

This story (A Taste For Candie) contains transgenderism and depicts sexual
encounters between a man and an intended transvestite. If you have any ill
will or resentment towards that, do not read the story. Furthermore, this
story is not intended for anyone under the legal age of their country.

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A Taste For Candie

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Ugh.

Quite a little mess to take care of. Not that there was anything less to
expect. The last time Charlie had seen his room in such a state, had been
after his birthday party just three months ago. As his small bare feet
touched the floor of his blue carpeted room, he became distinctly aware of
how messy this place had gotten after last night. The seventeen-year old
looked downwards, wiping the matter from his eyes. In a silly way he had
hoped that this mess would magically disappear when he woke up, but
apparently not. His room was still adorned like a pigsty, much to his
dismay.

Charlie tucked a strand of his shoulder-long blonde hair behind his ear, and
surveyed the damage. Empty soda cans were littered along the carpet, along
with used packets of  sweets and half-eaten chocolate. Video tapes were
scattered around the room in turn, some in their cases, others loose and
free. Charlie's clothes were no exception, his socks, underwear and t-shirts
were dotted all over the place just like the rest. The powerful smell of
French fries and cheeseburgers was clinging to the blue coloured walls, and
it was the first reminder that Charlie might have overdone it just a little
bit.

See, whenever Charlie Danders ever found himself in a bad mood, he'd react
the same way over and over again. He'd cancel all his plans, make sure the
house was empty, then go out and buy as much junk food as humanly possible.
Soda, fries, burgers, chocolate, anything that had a remote taste of
pleasure. The kind of things that women on diets refer to as `sinful'.
Though this time, it didn't work. Hard as he wanted it to, all the junk food
in the world couldn't cheer him up. But then why would it? Matters of the
heart are rarely cured by junk food, least not these days.

Charlie's sky blue eyes lowered as he came to think of it. His crush.

It should be a simple situation right? A person has a crush, you act on it,
and follow through. Of course, in Charlie's case, he had come to except that
his feelings, and the circumstances themselves, were a little more
complicated than that. The person that Charlie was burning for wasn't a
supermodel with a dynamite body, nor a local girl with simply but bewitching
smile. Charlie's hormones were edging towards the 28-year-old builder who
was probably asleep in the room next his own.

Tim.

Charlie's eyes lowered, his locks of hair shielding their embarrassment and
his flourishing blush. He couldn't believe that this was happening to him
right now. To have a crush on not only a man, but an older man. But those
who understood the meaning behind `male beauty' would probably sympathise
with him. Tim was quite possibly the most desirable man in all of San
Antonio, Texas. Charlie loved every part of Tim, from the smooth black hair
to the smouldering crystal grey eyes, his toned muscular frame and his
lightly tanned skin. And unlike most men in this town, Tim wasn't the least
bit rude or arrogant nor misogynistic. Tim was a stern by mysterious soul,
ready to make a movie-like sacrifice at a moment's notice. With that
brilliant combo of looks and personality, it wasn't hard to see why Charlie
was so smitten by Tim.

Still, this crush Charlie had was far beyond what he could handle.
Regardless of what social disregard he might have gotten for feeling this
way about an older man, that was never really the real problem. Charlie's
main concern, and quite frankly the most important one, was that Tim was his
mother's boyfriend.

Now that he thought it through in his mind, it seemed so radical. `Having
feelings for your mother's boyfriend'. The kind of cheesy plot twist you'd
expect from a romantic-comedy. But it took an actual slice of that reality
to realize just how serious and complicated that situation can be.

Charlie's dad had passed away a few years back, and his mother, Susan, had
really never gotten over it. For almost four years she had never mustered
the courage to get back out there and meet people. Then, six and a half
months prior to this moment, Susan met Tim. It seemed as if those proverbial
sparks had started flying around the two, and for the most part, Charlie had
never seen his mother so but Susan hadn't been the only person that Tim had
worked his magic on. Charlie was as much of a victim as Susan was.

A typical example of that was the summer of last year. Tim had just recently
moved in with them, and his first action was the help out around the house,
to `make himself useful'. He immediately got to work on the broken pitchfork
fence surrounding their garden. One of the posts had been broken by a
neighbour's dog, and so Tim decided he was going to fix it for them. Charlie
had just came around from a friend's house at the time, so was unprepared to
see a working Tim in all his glory.

Charlie was frozen in place as he was struck by one of the first sense of
physical attraction for Tim. The blonde boy remembered what that feeling was
like. It was akin to a movie, in a slow-motion scene. The diminutive Charlie
coming across the handsome object of his affections, the man working hard,
sweat trickling down the curves and ridges of the tight muscles that Charlie
so desperately wished were laying claim to him. It didn't get any easier
after that. In fact, quite the opposite. The blonde's desire became
increasingly difficult to control. And Tim himself didn't make it any
easier. If the guy was bastard, Charlie might have been able to get over his
crush, but that was not the case. Tim was a gentleman, charming and so very
kind.

And that was the nature of Charlie's struggle. Falling in love with someone
he more or less had no chance with. Still, Charlie tried his hardest not to
let it get him down. This wasn't some half-baked love story on TV. He wasn't
going to hurl himself off a cliff because of personal misery. Though, he
knew he needed to cheer himself up, which was why he gorged on all the food
last night. Which made him equally annoyed when this failed. However... there
was something else that made Charlie happy, something that *did* succeed...

Charlie looked over at the drawer to his left. From the corner of it, you
could see the brief flash of a pair of girlish pink panties. It was such a
`forbidden sin' to Charlie's psyche that he couldn't bare to address it. At
least not till Tim and Susan left for work.

The blue-eyed boy pulled his long blonde hair back, and stood from his bed,
wrapped up in a tight pair of confining underwear and a sweatshirt. The mess
that was polluting his room could be dealt with later, so long as his mother
didn't hassle him about it later. Charlie strode out of his room, pulling
open his door and walking through the upstairs hallway to the bathroom.
Charlie noted that the door to his mother's bedroom was shut, and he tried
to think what might be going on in there if both his mother and Tim were in
there.

For now, he just focused himself on getting clean. The boy locked the door
behind him and instantly went toward the bathtub. Most guys his age used the
shower by now, but Charlie preferred the bath to all else. He didn't think
much of it really. The next to follow was a portion of bubbled bath on the
stand overhanging the bathtub itself. Charlie poured some of it in, and soon
a wispy cloud of bubbles sprung up from the water. Charlie instantly set
about stripping himself to the barest latter, his tight underwear and large
grey sweatshirt falling into a neat puddle around his ankles. It was at that
point, just before the bathroom began to fill with steam, that Charlie
observed himself in the mirror.

After removing all his clothes and such, he always started to look at
himself differently. It was common knowledge that Charlie had a far fairer
body than others his age, but only his nakedness revealed just how... petite
his body was. While other boys were going through their respective growth
spurts, Charlie's had ended a short while ago. The torsos of his peers
became toned and developed with time, but Charlie's remained soft and
smooth. His body had developed into more feminine angles. And feminine in a
literal sense. His legs were long and shapely, leading downwards his small
and dainty feet. Charlie's upper body was much the same way, his ass small
and rounded, his waist thin and arms limber. His girlish hands really set
off this look too. And it was no surprise that Charlie's body was virtually
hairless, aside from the small layer of pubic hair at his crotch and the
bouncing tresses of platinum hair at his head.

Charlie took to a second to cross his arms over his chest sweetly and admire
his body. It was no secret that he was proud of it, after all, he knew what
his sexuality was, regardless of his feelings toward Tim. So when people
called him `fruity' it just rolled off his back. But at the same time, there
was a fear inside him that didn't want him to be regarded as girlish. It was
hard to explain, but there was very little he could do about that right now.

The blonde turned to look at the bath tub. It was almost full. He quickly
shut off the tap, then slowly slid inside the bubbly water, relaxing his
body as fumes of haunting jasmine wafted into his nostrils. Fifty or so
minutes later, Charlie finished bathing himself, wrapping a towel around his
body. He went back to his room, got dressed in a pair of blue jeans and
white shirt, nothing fancy, then went downstairs to face his mother and Tim.
By now the door to his mother's room was open, so it was safe to assume that
they had both woken up.

As Charlie descended those steps, his blue eyes scanned the open door into
the kitchen. And the smell of breakfast now took centre stage in his house.
Bacon, eggs, toast, maybe even a fried tomato chucked in there. It did smell
wonderful, but Charlie didn't feel quite so hungry right now. And that
sentiment was rekindled when he saw the object of his innocent crush, Tim,
sitting quietly on the couch of the living room. Charlie slowly sauntered
into the room, his eyes fixed on the older man. The way his black hair
moved, the way his grey eyes rolled, the way he spread his arms across the
couch. Charlie could hardly take his eyes off this man. It would be
nightmare for him at the breakfast table. It was like watching some
magnificent play when gazing at Tim while he ate. The sound of soft
crunching as Tim's pearly white teeth proceeds to rend a fresh piece of
toast was a vision that made Charlie.

Thankfully, it was the first Monday of his summer holidays, so he wouldn't
have to worry about school or anything, but still, he couldn't bare to stick
around here with the luscious Adonis. Charlie could barely go three seconds
without saying something stupid around him.

At that instant, Tim looked away from the television set and over at
Charlie, his solid grey eyes rolling from one side to the other.

Charlie quivered as his lips parted. "Morning, Charlie. You sleep well?"

"Y-Yeah." He mumbled in reply. "Uh ... how about you?"

Tim cracked his knuckles. "Not bad, not bad at all. I have to get to work
later these days, so I can afford to lie in. But I guess you wanna have the
house all to yourself, huh?"

"W-What do you mean ... " Charlie wondered. " ... by that?"

A sly grin crossed Tim's lips, and he made sure that Susan couldn't be
listening from her position in the kitchen. "You probably wanna sneak some
girl up to your room."

Charlie looked away. There was someone he wanted to `sneak up to his room'
but that person wasn't a girl. That person was completely oblivious to what
Charlie really wanted. Just then, Susan called out, greeting her son then
proclaiming that breakfast was ready to be consumed. The older man stood up
with a smile, ruffled Charlie's blonde hair in a playful manner, then walked
over to the dining table and sat down. Suddenly Charlie realized that he was
not up to watching this all happen, watching Tim and Susan play happy
families. The young blonde quickly made his apologies to Susan and Tim, then
ambled back up the steps of the hallway staircase and back into his own
room. Charlie released a deep sigh and flopped onto his bed, nuzzling his
head into his pillow. It was getting harder and harder to see Tim and Susan
together the way they were. Which was probably why he had taken his ...
newfound `pleasure' so seriously last night.

Once again, Charlie directed his gaze toward the slight indent between the
drawers of his chest cabinet, caused by the twinkling of those pink women's
panties hanging out from them. To think that just ten or so hours ago, those
had been wrapped around his willing crotch.

"I have to be crazy." Charlie mumbled to himself. "Why do I love doing that
so much?"

It was a ... different sort of pastime, that was for sure. How many people
could actually say that cross-dressing made them feel more comfortable.
Nobody else in San Antonio, at least. That was probably why Charlie was so
desperate to leave this town. In all his life he had never ventured outside
of this state. Not even for a holiday. If he could go up north, maybe visit
one of the more flexible of cities in America, he could do what wanted and
never have to worry about what anyone else might say. Not only that, but he
would never have to see Tim and Susan fawning over each other as they have
been doing. Those were the main benefits. One day, Charlie swore that he
would make it out of this town.

But for now ... there was something he couldn't resist about those panties. It
was strange, as a boy, Charlie felt mildly insecure about a lot of things.
His crush on Tim, his issues with his mom, his need to be accepted for what
he was. But as soon as he put on those clothes, as soon as he felt silky
satin against his thighs and rouge painting his lips, something changed. He
somehow felt very confident in himself, like becoming a woman altered the
rules of life that he was supposed to become accustomed to. Even more than
that was how gorgeous he looked. Charlie wasn't vain but even he could
recognize how good he looked in a pair of midnight pumps. His naturally
small frame did a lot to help matters, too.

There was something alluring about womanhood, and this was far from lost on
Charlie. Probably why his mind was conspiring to ascend back into his female
form. With a bashful smile and a willing heart, Charlie stood up and walked
towards his door. The blonde locked it shut, then sat back down at his bed
and withdrew a magazine from under it. It was a woman's magazine, a typical
blush loose-leaf. The sort of magazine that contained beauty tips, articles
and those `ten ways to please your man' sections. Charlie had smuggled this
from his mother's room just a few days ago and un-surprisingly he enjoyed
reading every bit of it. It was something to do, to keep occupied until Tim
and Susan left for work.

Though this took a few hours. Tim was a builder working at a construction
site on the east side of town, so the times at which he had to leave
fluctuated at certain times. Susan  however, was a little more predictable.
She was an accountant and quite a dedicated one, so as usual she left at her
anally punctual time of 8.30. Though Charlie had to wait another hour before
Tim got dressed and followed the same action, it eventually happen. And with
the second click of that shutting door, Charlie knew full well that he was
alone for the entire day. The earliest Tim and Susan would be back would be
by 8.30, so he had plenty of time to do whatever he wanted.

Charlie strode over to his window to make sure that Tim and Susan were gone.
Their cars were no longer in the driveway, so that meant they were out of
the way. With eager but reserved eyes, Charlie made his way out of his room
and walked in to the next one along, his mother's room. He felt bad about
constantly coming in here and pilfering what his feminine needs desired, but
he had little choice in the matter. It wasn't like he could go out there and
buy this himself. Not unless Charlie wanted to bring the utmost attention to
himself. His small hands began stalking and massing things inside that room,
the usual he needed for his transformation. A pink lip gloss, and an equally
cerise nail polish. A white tank top and a denim mini skirt. The other
things were eye-liner and a pair of pebble sandals. The last thing he
needed, Charlie could not get in this room. He took his required items back
to his room and dropped them on his bed, then ran downstairs to the kitchen.
He scanned it for a while, then withdrew one of the canned Pina Coladas from
a cabinet overhanging the cooker. Charlie wasn't a drinker, but sometimes he
felt nervous about changing himself when someone (even though it was
impossible) could walk in and catch him in the act. Downing something mildly
alcoholic made him loose enough to ignore the (slight) risks.

He pulled down the tab a quickly guzzled a bit, pouring the rest out into
glass from which he would drink later. Charlie walked back up the stairs and
into his room, from which he did not emerge till forty of so minutes later.
By the time that door unlocked and opened once more, `Charlie' was nowhere
to be seen. A gorgeous wraith stepped outside, her small sandaled feet
stepping elegantly, one after the other, with graceful feminine poise. Both
of her hands were placed in front of her as she walked forwards, her
innocent tone of walk in contrast with the sexiness of the outfit she was
wearing. The young starlet cast her gaze toward the mirror on the other side
of the hallway. Though she didn't like to think of herself as vain, she knew
that she was gorgeous. Maybe her convincing look had something to do with
her youth, but it didn't matter. It filled her with such pride to know that
she was beautiful. Long blonde locks (now straightened and smoother) framed
her angelic face. Her lashes were thicker and darker, though they were
already naturally long. Usually, she didn't bother to polish her nails
because removal of it could take some time but suddenly she felt more
adventurous. Ten polished pink fingernails worked in unison with ten
polished pink toenails to set off a sweet look, accompanied by the pink lips
gloss that was adorning her cute pouting lips. Her naturally feminine face
was what really stole the show however. The soft cheeks, heavy bangs, smooth
chin and large cerulean eyes gave that visage the sort of femininity and
beauty you'd be hard pressed to find in real girls. The only part of her
body that gave her away was probably the chest. The tight white top probably
wasn't the best way to conceal this sole flaw. But then again it was not so
completely unnatural for young women to be flat-chested. And there were some
men who liked their women diminutive in that area.

All that was needed was a name.

"Candie." She said to herself. "Candie Danders."

Just as Candie began to revel in brightness at the beauty of her new found
name, a locking sound came from downstairs. Candie froze. Suddenly she was
no longer alone. Suddenly she was quite susceptible to being caught. It had
to be either Tim or her mother. Slowly she looked over the railing of the
upper floor to try and see who had just opened the front door. It was
difficult to see straight due to the difference of position, but Candie
managed to get a glimpse of the passing person downstairs. It was Tim.
Candie breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't want to be caught by him either
but Candie was least fearful of Tim's response. She feared the kind of
reaction that her mother might take. Candie looked downward again and saw
that Tim was making his way upstairs. Whatever he had come back for was
probably in his room. The young blonde bounded away from the banister and
dashed for her room. Though escaped her notice how feminine a run she had.
Unfortunately she was so nervous about being caught that she didn't notice
that she left the door unlocked.

Candie heard Tim slowly coming up the steps of the house, then heard him
amble into the room next door. She hopes to good god that he wouldn't come
in her room. How would she explain this? Being dressed in the garments of a
cute and adorable young woman? Silently Candie waited, shutting her eyes and
hoping that knock would never come at her door. But it seemed fate was
against her.
Tim knocked on the door from the other side. "Charlie? You in there? Have
you seen the keys to my jeep? The other car's gone haywire."

Candie froze again. What could she do? If she spoke to get him away she'd
reveal her presence and come in. And if she didn't say anything Tim might
have come in anyway. After seconds of debating, Candie just didn't have the
nerve to say anything. Not that it matter. Again, fate conspired against
Candie as she heard the door click open. The girl was subject to a wave of
fear so strong she could taste it as the door open. Her eyes squeezed shut
and she struggled not to cry as Tim walked into the room. There was no way
to avoid him seeing her. And Candie didn't have to even look at him to
predict his reaction. All her feelings for him would come to nothing. God
knows would kind of impact this would have on her social life.

But halfway through her expectance of horror, Candie realized that Tim had
said nothing since he entered the room. She opened those sapphire eyes of
hers to look at Tim. His face was not contorted in great fits of shock or
anger. Quite the contrary. Candie was shocked to see a smile painted on
those lips of his. A confident smile of appreciation. The complete opposite
of what Candie had expected from him.

Tim placed his hands on his knees and kneeled slightly. He kept his face
friendly and bright, shocking Candie greatly.

"Hello there." He said gently. "And who might you be?"

Candie blinked with surprise. Was it possible that Tim couldn't recognize
her? She knew that she had a convincing look but was it enough to actually
fool someone? Candie was still too frightened to speak. Even if Tim couldn't
see who she really was.

Tim titled his head to the right. "Are you okay? There's no need to be so
quiet, you know. I won't hurt you or anything."

She remained silent, barely able to look away from Tim.

"C'mon!" Tim chuckled playfully. "What's your name?"

"C-Candie..." She said bashfully. It was tricky but she managed to alter her
voice so it sounded more feminine. When she actually listened to her voice
it did sound convincing. This was probably because it hadn't broken yet.

Tim let the name roll from his tongue. "Candie. That is a pretty little
name. So, where's Charlie? I understand that he snuck you up here, so where
might he be, hm?"

Candie already began to get confident with the notion that she was safe (so
long as Tim didn't know and what who she really was). "I think he went
out... To go get something."

Tim's gentle smile widened. Though Candie was completely ignorant of what it
might have meant. For now anyway. The blonde had positioned herself on the
bed in a sitting position, with Tim standing away from her at about a
metre's distance.  That distance vanished as Tim walked up to the bed and
took a seat next to Candie. Suddenly she realized how awkward this was. Tim
was seemingly oblivious to her true nature, and Candie herself was relishing
it in certain respects. To know that she looked so attractive, attractive
enough to fool even the object of her affections, it was just an incredible
feeling. Akin to a rush, a surging burst of thrill and enjoyment from doing
a certain thing. Maybe it was because of this that Candie was failing to
notice how close Tim was getting to her.

The slight space between their seated positions was shrinking. Candie kept
her eyes on the floor, and just let herself control her emotions in such a
peculiar situation.

"So..." Tim began. "How long have you known Charlie?"

Candie felt confused for a second, but answered briefly. "A while."

"Well I hope he appreciates you." Tim said slowly. "A pretty young thing
like yourself should always be appreciated."

Candie blushed, though she would never have noticed it. A compliment from
Tim always made her feel so light headed.  And, strangely,  hearing
complements of her beauty made Candie feel far more girlish and innocent.
Any other person would have avoided playing with fire and cook up so
ill-conceived plan of escape. But not Candie however. The idea of knowing
that she was pretty, enough to convince a straight guy of this was so
alluring. At this moment she just felt like remaining in place. Just to hear
Tim's approval of her feminine looks.

"Thank you." Candie said with an un-intended swoon. "I think he really likes
me."

"And you? How do you feel about him?"

Now Candie really didn't know how to answer that. It wasn't like she was in
love with herself or her `alter ego'. Instead she answered in regards to
Tim, although the older man would have no idea she was really speaking of
him.

"I think I love him." Candie said sweetly. "He's so kind and gentle. Plus
he's really gorgeous."

Tim smiled at her confidence. "That's good to know, Candie."

"It is?" Candie asked.

"Sure." Tim finally looked away from the teen blonde. "See, there are a lot
of girls out there who take innocent guys like Charlie for a ride. `Course,
they have this annoying habit of being hard to ignore. You think so too,
right?"

Candie was equally confused on how to respond to that. She didn't know what
surprised her more. The fact that Tim thought that she was pretty or the
fact that Tim was so concerned for her (as Charlie of course). Tim moved
closer Candie, ever so slightly, just enough to close distance but not
enough to alert Candie of this. Not that she would have minded. Had it been
anyone else, Candie would have caught this out. But with Tim it was
different. With Tim she felt so delicate and bashful. Like a naïve girl
coyly shying away from the blatant advances of her sexual zealot of a
boyfriend.

Tim moved close, near enough to whisper into Candie's ear. "It's a shame
you're so devoted to the little guy. You know there'd be a ton of guys after
you if you were single."

Candie giggled. Not to sound more girlish, just out of reflex. "Really?"

"Sure. I bet there's plenty of men who're after you. Even me."

Candie blinked with surprise as she felt Tim's thick tongue roll along the
ridges of her ear, making the bang earring jingle. The blonde girl was
thrown for a loop. That was the last thing she expected Tim to do. Could Tim
really be so attracted to her that he did that? Candie looked into his eyes
as he pulled away. She always had a habit for reading people's eyes and
Tim's were as clear as an open book. He was burning with lust. It couldn't
be true. Candie had been wanting and waiting for those looks for months now.
Could they really be happening? Was Tim really attracted to her?

In the end there was no question of it. Tim lunged in and claimed a kiss
from the smaller girl, pressing their lips together. Candie was so thrown
that she couldn't react. She was actually kissing the man she had been
lusting after all these months. He thought she was pretty. He actually,
genuinely, thought that she was pretty.  There was no way that Candie could
resist that, and there was no reason for her to want to. All that wasted
heartache didn't matter now. Candie sighed gently as Tim kissed her, her
shocked eyes melting into closed ones, her little hands trembling from the
weight of her swirling emotions. Tim's much larger hand was placed over her
right one, in a tender grip. Considering how this may have looked to an
outsider, an older man making a move on a younger `woman', it was
surprisingly gentle. Candie felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach from
Tim's kiss. It was like the dream she had been so desperately pursuing was
finally within her reach. Tim moaned with satisfaction, and let his  free
hand travel from his side. His nimble fingers made there way to Candie's
bare knee, slowly caressing it. Short strokes of the hand became lustful
grips. Candie sighed into Tim's opening mouth, waves of warmth spreading
along her body. She was on cloud nine. She would have shot anyone who
intruded at that moment. But when that hand ran up her thigh from the
outside, Candie regain a few of her senses.

The girlish beauty reluctantly but urgently, broke her kiss with Tim, and
looked up at him.

"Wait." She said quickly. "I'm not... I can't... go that far..."

Tim smiled, and leaned in, his lips lightly hovering over the tender flesh
of the younger girl's neck. "Why not? I won't tell if you won't."

"But I." Candie found it hard to resist when Tim's tongue dragged itself
over her creamy skin. "You'll hate me..."

Tim grinned privately. "Is there something inside your panties that you
don't want me to find?"

Candie was wide eyed. That was an odd comment. Unless...?

"T-Tim?" Candie caught her breath, "Do you...know who I... am?"

"Took you long enough." Tim smiled, not moving away from Candie's neck. "I
know it's you. You're very persuasive, but I'm not an idiot. There's no way
you could have snuck a girl up here so quickly."

Candie was over the moon. "You like me like that?"

"Always have." Tim responded. "Why do you think I waste my time screwing
your shrew of mother? I only ever touched that hag so that I could be close
to you. Y'know how many times I've pictured your face just to get through a
night with her? Y'know how many times I've dreamt of being with you like
this? Geez, you drive me crazy."

Candie was almost dumbstruck. She could barely take all this in. This just
had to be a dream, right? Was Tim actually admitting this to her?

"Tim." Candie whispered. "Do you really mean this?"

"Of course I do. I never wanted to go near Susan. But if it meant being
close to you, what choices did I have?" Tim flicked his tongue over Candie's
shoulder just before following with, "And I love the look. You're the
sexiest thing in San Antonio."

Candie sighed again. "I thought you'd hate me."

"I could never hate you, `Candie'. At least not when you look like this. Oh,
and by the way, this isn't the first time I've seen you dressed like a
woman. You must have fallen asleep once, and I came across you like this. It
took a cold shower and three stiff beers to convince myself not to tear your
clothes off."

Candie felt her cock throbbing. "I didn't know. I thought that-"

"Shush." Tim said smoothly. "No offence, but I'm not in a talking mood,
right now. So you think we could just skip that? I'm having a hard enough
time controlling myself around you."

Candie just nodded. There really wasn't much that they needed to say now,
was there? The young blonde eased herself and drowned in the sea of her own
lust. It was hard to take in all the revelations that were happening around
her, but why bother to try to understand them? It was better to just enjoy
this moment, knowing that which she had yearned for so long was actually
happening. Candie lowered herself evenly to the bed, her mop of long
platinum blonde hair spread out and around. She spread her legs apart and
rested her arms up against  her head, both small palms open and trembling
with excitement. Tim hovered over her and smiled, his demeanour oozing lust
from every angle. The older man descended toward his angel and claimed those
lips a second time, but on this occasion there was no shock on Candie's
part. The teen sighed lustfully as Tim's lips melded with her own. Her
breath quickened and her heart sped up, while Tim's larger hands began
roaming her girlish body. Up and down they travelled, moving over her chest
and down to the lower half of her body, groping and stroking those thighs he
had so often dreamt of. While his hands desperately touched Candie's body,
his tongue slipped between the half-open lips of his lover. Candie was not
as experienced as Tim was, but knew that he wanted her to open up more. She
did just that, and was rewarded with Tim's tongue travelling even further
into her mouth. Candie flicked at his tongue with her own, while Tim's hands
still played her body.  Tim's left hand rose back up Candie's body, and
slipped under the tight fabric of her tank top. He then moved his fingers
under the right cup of the small padded bra, and playfully pinched her
nipple.

Candie gasped with delight. She loved the feel of her little pink nipple
rolling between the fingers of her older lover. While being kissed at the
same time, that made it all the sweeter. Tim's right hand still ran up and
down Candie's thigh, making it a policy not to touch the area of the crotch
just yet. Something inside him seemed to want to make their first time
together last. They would probably never have this feeling of new awakenings
again. Tim slowly dragged his tongue out of Candie's mouth and pulled back,
opening his eyes. Candie's own azure orb fluttered open, her lips
unsatisfied with the lack of contact with Tim's. Tim smiled down at her.

"I need you to take off that shirt, baby."

Candie loved how that sounded. Being called his `baby'. Being his treated as
his woman. At that point, if Tim had asked her to jump off mount Rushmore
she probably would have done it. Candie leaned up slightly, using her dainty
elbows for leverage. Tim gave a helping hand and helped pull the tank top
and break-away bra up over Candie's head. As soon as she was free of them,
Tim tossed it to the other side of the room. Now Candie's upper body was in
full, glorious view. Candie watched Tim's eyes as they greedily eyed her
over, wide with appreciation and reluctant to look elsewhere. The
dark-haired man lowered his head down, sliding further down the bed at the
same time. His lips waited over Candie's pink little nipple for a brief few
seconds, then quickly latched onto the erect nub with his pearly whites.

Candie gasped. Tim's teeth sensually nibbled at her tender flesh, bathing it
in attention and devouring it with lust. Elegant fingers ran through Tim's
wavy head of hair, and pulled down. Candie moaned and wriggled with the
interest being held for her nipple, loving that feel, loving this moment.
Whilst Tim's mouth continued to suck and bite at Candie's breast, his hands
continued to probe the rest of Candie's body. The right hand went up to
Candie's soft face and gently stroked that rosy, pouting cheek, and the
other travelled down to Candie's waist. The older man struggled to undo the
button that held together the front. Candie noticed that trouble and was
about to do something about it, till she felt something against her leg. It
didn't take her long to realize that it was Tim's straining dick. She could
feel its hardness against her skin, the trousers he was wearing could barely
contain it. Suddenly she decided that she had to make this great for him.
Tim had been waiting for this too, just as much as she had been doing, so
Candie wanted to make this as special to him as it was to her.

"Wait," She said.

Tim pulled away from the now reddening nipple. "Yeah?"

"Let me do something for a second."

Tim was puzzled but said nothing to object. The taller man rose from the
knees upwards and let Candie to what she had to. The blonde stood up and
walked around the bed till she face Tim from the side.

"I need you sit down for me, okay?" She asked innocently.

Tim was much of a sucker for Candie's charms and Candie was for his. He
didn't waste time and did as she asked, sitting on the edge of the bed,
spreading apart his legs. And as soon as her feminine fingers reached for
his belt, Tim knew what she wanted. Candie knelt down on both knees, and
moved between his legs. Her hands then reached for the belt and zipper of
her lover. Candie slowly undid the buckle of the belt, looking up at Tim
with large, innocent eyes while doing so. Tim felt his cock throbbing
harder. Even the expressions of Candie's face made him eager. It eventually
unwound, and Candie pulled the brown belt free, then concentrated on the
zipper. That came down just as easily, revealing the outline of Tim's almost
pulsating erection, confined by a pair of grey boxers.  Candie gave that
member a quick kiss, then pulled down the boxers to follow the trousers.
Tim's massive cock came free, and Candie watched it with mesmerized eyes.
Before long she snapped out of it and slipped down both the boxers and the
trousers, over Tim's thighs, over his knees and down the rest of his legs.
Tim kicked off his shoes, then Candie pulled the trousers of her man's legs
completely. With that out of the way she turned back to his cock. It was
cut, and a bit larger in length and width than Candie had expected it to be.
But that made her desire for it all the more interesting. While those wide,
innocuous pools of sapphire looked up at Tim, Candie's hand wound around
Tim's hard-on. Tim groaned. It felt amazing to have Candie's warm little
hand clasping his manhood like that. The feeling was worth the wait, that
was for sure.

Candie finally took her eyes away from Tim and looked at what she was about
to service. Her mouth moved closer and closer till those pink lips were
millimetres away from what they so desired. Tim could feel Candie's hot
breath over his dick, and he rolled his eyes after feeling her lips smother
its head. She was inexperienced, that was pretty obvious, but Candie showed
the early signs of a brilliant cocksucker. The transgendered girl slipped
her lips around his cock, slowly at first. She sucked as much as head in one
action, pulled her lips back then went down on it again. Candie didn't know
much, but what see did know served her well. She pulled down the folds of
his foreskin at each moment, her mouth working the head, her hand working
the length. Tim continued groaning, the object of his affections finally
giving him what he wanted. And in that cute little get-up, no less. Candie
continued to service the cock that had been so willingly offered to her. In
moments she was losing her anxiousness and doubt and began getting into the
mood, the flavour. Her mouth passed up and down it, the head now slick. The
combination of Tim's pre-cum and her own saliva worked for the better.
Candie's head now bopped up and down with each smooth sucking motion she
made. A head of blonde hair rose and fell between the vastness of Tim's
muscular legs, and from the glazed-over eyes of Tim, that was one hell of a
job being done.

Candie continued suckling on the man-meat in her mouth, but noticed her
knees were getting a little sore from crouching on the ground for so long.
She pulled up her legs, without breaking contact with Tim's prick. Candie
managed to balance herself out on her feet, and with that taken care of, she
was so bold enough to slide more of Tim's cock into her mouth. Tim rocked
forward, feeling the wet warmness of Candie's mouth engulfing about half of
his dick, while her  hand softly gripped the lower half of it. After waiting
so long for this, that was more than enough to blow Tim over the edge. But
after all this time, he wanted it to be special.

Reluctantly, Tim worked his hands into Candie's mane of blonde hair, and
slowly pulled her head away, a streak of saliva now the only thing
connecting her mouth to his dick.

Candie looked up to enquire. "What's wrong?"

"I've wanted this for a long time," Tim said. "I want it to be perfect, you
know?"

Though that wasn't exactly the most explanatory of comments, Candie knew
what Tim meant. She had been waiting too. She had the same dreams, the same
longings. It was simple to her what Tim wanted. And in a way, she wanted it
too. Candie moved away from Tim's thighs, and ambled over to the edge of the
bed. She kneeled before it, pressing her elbows into the bed sheets, then
hiked up the little mini skirt that was clinging around her waist and upper
thighs.

"It's okay with me," Candie said, brandishing her panty covered ass, "I-I
want you inside me..."

"Are you sure?"

Candie simply nodded. She was nervous, after all. Back in the old days, she
read a lot of adult fiction (even though she wasn't old enough to). And when
it came to anal sex, the same notion appeared time and time again. Pain.
There was always pain before you could lay back and enjoy anal sex, that was
not lost on her. So she had prepared herself. Under her bed, besides many
other things, was a thin anal dildo. This was something she had bought
online (via her mom's credit card, bad move, but Susan wasn't aware of this
yet) . She had managed to use this on herself, and it had loosened her
asshole a little, but she had never felt a real man's cock before. What
would it be like for her?

Tim smiled at Candie's innocence. It pleased him greatly to know that this
`girl' had eyes only for him. He walked around behind Candie, leaned over
her, and kissed the small of her back. He kneeled down and then slipped his
hands into the mini-skirt. When they came back out, there was a pair of pink
panties with them. Tim pulled the panties down Candie's thin legs and off
her feet, and looked at pink little hole that had been revealed. Candie was
tense. She knew the best way to take this was to just relax, but for some
reason she couldn't. Tim seemed to pick up on this, so met with her asshole
face to face, admiring the pink flesh. In was soon bathed with the wetness
of Tim's tongue. Candie stiffened and relaxed at the same time, her hasty
and tense disposition giving way to a relaxed sigh. Thankfully, Candie was
far more cleanly than most youth her age. There wasn't a bit of mess near
her hole. In fact the opposite. He could smell wildflowers, an after scent
from a babble bath, obviously. Tim flashed his tongue around Candie's behind
for minutes on head, for her relaxation and his own enjoyment. By which
time, Candie was as loose as she would ever be. Tim pulled himself up and
mounted Candie, his larger body surrounding hers. He lowered her head near
Candie's ear and began whispering to her, as he positioned his cock between
the cheeks of her butt.

"Just relax, Candie," He said softly, "I'll make you feel so good..."

Tim gave a light grunt. Candie's relaxed face became a harsh one. Her eyes
slammed shut and she gritted her teeth, stifling a cry, as the head of Tim's
penis pressed into her rosy pink bud. The pain was a little sharper than she
would have imagined it to be. Candie lowered her head and tried not to
whimper. She was feeling the enormous stress it took for the ring of flesh
guarding the anus to accept Tim's cock. It felt like heaven for the head of
his dick to be swallowed by Candie's ass, but didn't take any joy out of it
for now. How could he enjoy himself if Candie wasn't? Tim himself hated that
look of discomfort on Candie's face, but knew it would ease away soon. It
took a bit longer than expected, but Tim slowly managed to get the entirety
of his cock's head into Candie's sensitive sphincter. There was a bead of
sweat on her face. It fell to the bed spread, and Candie took a moment to
get used to Tim's size. If her asshole could be stretched that wide, maybe
this wasn't so much of a hurdle for her. Tim let Candie adjust to him.
Moments later, Candie was loosening. And with the slackness given by her
blowjob, pushing further inside was within reach. Tim grunted again, forcing
more of his prick into his girl. Candie, with her eyes still closed,
breathed heavily as Tim's rod passed into her, this time more easily, now
that the head was embedded within her. Tim's breath of liking and the feel
of her bottom cheeks against his thighs showed that he was up to the hilt.
And Candie had never felt more possessed. Tim's dick touched her in places
she scarcely knew she had. More specifically, it was touching a spot in her
rectum that made her own prick stiffen to attention. Tim then started
fucking her.

His thrusts were slow at first, he pulled his hips back and slid his cock
out of her, right up to the head, then slowly pushed it inwards. This was
the pace that Candie wanted. Slow and steady. And when Tim's rod became
slick with the natural juices of her innards, the thrusting continued with
welcomed speed. Candie relaxed again, and gave out little gasps of pleasure
as Tim increased his tempo. Forcing his meat inward and react acting, inward
and retracting, over and over again. Candie was struck with a great sense of
fulfilment as Tim fucked her, just like a real girl. She gripped the bed
sheets into small balls inside her hand, and cried out, her mouth wide. Tim
plunged in and out fervently. His groans matched those of Candie's, she was
so tight, and that tightness worked like magic on him. His hips thrust
accordingly, rooting her with a passion he hadn't used in years. Candie
bucked her hips against his all too soon, her fragile fears melting away.
Soon the room was filled with the cries and sounds of satisfaction. Candie's
breathless sighs, Tim's stern grunts, and the reverberant sound of flesh
slapping against flesh, a trademark of a girl's (or a guy's) good time.

Candie felt herself get weak in the knees, with Tim's powerful frame humping
her. Her head thrashed from side to side, tossing her locks of beautiful
blonde hair. Tim lowered his chest to Candie's back while her continued
fucking her stretched anal bud. He nibbled on her ear, muffling the grunts
of stimulation that were echoing in his throat. Tim then stiffened, giving
one hard final shot into Candie. She was jerked forward, almost violently,
and feel her inner rectum being splattered with globs of warm, slick cum. It
was an indescribable feeling. To have Tim cumming inside her, to have her
man feeling her with his seed. Candie gave her own release seconds later,
her cum squirting against the rim of her mini-skirt and the sheets of the
bed. Tim stopped his motions, but remained inside her, breathing hard and
fast. Candie could feel Tim's chest against her bared back. It pleased her
greatly to know that she could please him like that. She reached her head
back, Tim's manhood still within her, and kissed him, passionately,
fiercely, as a thanks for that moment, but also as a declaration of the love
that she felt. And she did.

She really and truly loved him.

**********

Charlie moaned and sighed in his bed. There were patches of wetness under
his bed sheets, and his pyjamas had been pulled down to his knees, while his
stiff bared penis humped the mattress in his sleep. With a thud, his head
slammed into the headboard. This woke him up. And made him realize what it
was.

"...A dream...?" Charlie said, his voice withered with sleep. "Of course..."

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END

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