Date: Mon, 18 May 2020 15:45:23 +0000 (UTC) From: Jessie Folsom Subject: Kylie Sucks a Stranger Student (Transgender, Young Friends) This story is fiction. It is based on small details about my own life, none of the events below have taken place to me or anyone I know. This is my first story, it's short. Hopefully I have the time to write more often. Any comments you may have, you can send to jessiefolsom@yahoo.com --- My name was Kyle. I was 10, lonely, and needed some friends. My hair was wavy, kinda curly near the ends honestly, and pretty long for a boy. Like any horny kid that age I wanted to find a buddy early to play games with, have sleepovers, share secrets, and suck each other's dicks. None of the kids my age seemed to get along well enough or natural enough with me at school or in my neighborhood, it was a college town and there were hardly many kids to begin with. My school was only a block or two from the university, and I always thought about going there and meeting someone cute when I got older. Someone to make dinner with, someone to dick me down. When you're young its as though you can hardly wait for anything in the world. I decided to act on this whim one day, with a stolen skirt from my mother that made my round little butt look like a girl's. My sister had some black and white striped socks, she was a few years older than me; I had stolen those too. I took an oversized knit sweater from my mom and you could mistake me for a cis girl any day. My soft freckled face, framed by with my side parted long hair and smiled back at me in the mirror. With these on, I was Kylie. From here on out, whenever I wanted to be, I was Kylie. It felt right. It felt hot. I felt hot. I grabbed my youth bus pass and this outfit one day, left my phone at home, and took off to the bus stop one day when my mom had left for work early. She left me a note telling me not to be late to school and try to have a good day despite the weather. I was going to school sure, just not mine. I locked the door behind me and played with my little dick under my skirt as I walked 2 blocks down the empty suburban streets to the bus stop. --- There I was, on my knees in a university men's room, floor slick with piss and muddy footprints, face buried in a man's lap and tears streaming down my warm face. My striped kneesocks were beginning to soak up with the cold, wet floor while my groin began heating up and my little dick stiffening with each slurp. His penis was warm, so much warmer than I thought, the heat of it just made me drool even more, down to his recently trimmed pubes. He smelled like an older man, he was no boy. Now I wasn't either. I drank the scent in as I gently fit the last inch in my throat, and pushed my nose into his pelvis. "Oooh fuck..." he said, cock quivering deep in my throat. He put his large right hand over the back of my head and it felt like he could hold my whole head with it, god he was so big. Better believe down there, too. His 7 inch cock was thicker in the middle, veiny, and dripping with precum when I pushed open his stall earlier. "Good girl..." he cooed, deep in my throat and pinching and flicking my nipples with his free hand. His large palms rubbed at my flat chest and it only seemed to excite him more the longer he played with them. "Good god you're a horny little thing aren't you?" he said in a rising, dangerously horny tone. He was holding my head in place and fucking my little throat deep, seconds away from cumming and ready to make the most of the horny little treat that had walked right up to him. He started standing from the toilet quickly, hooking his large, warm and strong hands under my armpits and gently carried me up to the now-closed stall door, dick still deep in me. He was furiously pumping, slapping his heavy, slick, and hairy balls slamming into my little chin over and over, faster. My knees were buckling and barely keeping me upright enough while he fucked my mouth hole, my face red trying to breathe between gags. His strong left hand gently caressed my jaw beneath his dick. "Going to... oh god!" He put his hand over the stall door, still pumping, the sound of a thumping stall door and partition wall rocking throughout the whole men's room. His fat cock shot the first of his load straight past my tongue, my lips wet and pressed to the base of his dick. His pelvis and abs filling my vision as I looked up at him, blinking away tears and reachng my hands around to caress his cheeks with my soft, little hands. He kept gently grinding into my freckled face as his emptied his large, avocado-pit sized balls past my warm pink lips. Each spurt felt like a full swig of cum, as if he were dumping a fucking glass of it down my throat with each jerk. Did all men cum this much, or just when they knew they weren't supposed to be doing this? He was my first. Maybe I was his, he couldn't be that old. Lucky boy. I wanted to be special for him. He was cumming still. It had been at least 25 seconds and he was moaning and biting his lip to keep from crying out as he was still fucking going. I felt like I was getting filled up, like my little body was made to be a little cum ballon for him. His thighs enveloped my face and my tears warmed his legs. He pulled his dick out slowly, strings of spit and cum dripping. His dick twiched a couple times as he held it and looked down at my little self and I could tell he was drinking in the moment, commiting it to memory. He'd had the nut of a lifetime down this kid's throat. He began slapping my cheeks and eyelashes with his wet, warm dick. "Might've been wise to ask before and it's a bit late now... but for my conscience's sake, how old are you?" He seemed nervous but like he had been channeling his nervous energy into impulsive dominance up until he'd gotten what he wanted. Now, he had a little kid sitting right in front of him, cum dribbling out of her mouth and coating her tongue, pretty brown curls tied up to either side in heavy pigtails and he wasn't so sure about the morality of a hornier, past him's actions. I tried to make my voice feminine and smaller, not that it was hard as puberty hadn't hit me quite like (or yet maybe?) the boys at school. "11, daddy." I watched his eyes go wide, and his still rock hard cock head gently tapped my face again. He seemed to run a million calculations in his head and despite trying to keep his poker face it seems like he didn't like any of the results. "Couldn't be your daddy if I had the time, sorry baby girl... I'm 20 and in a relationship already. School's busy when you get older, not that uh... not like you aren't in s-school already probably." he paused, anxious now, "Is anyone looking for you?" He seemed to be getting ready, pulling up his nice-fitting jeans and massaging his dick at the shaft gently to try and fit it back in his underwear "I came here to get some dick, and its fine, my parent's aren't around or nothing." I didn't really want him to leave, I was hoping to go back to his dorm. "Aren't you gonna take me home?" I asked in my sluttiest voice, I pushed what little cum was left in my mouth forward with my tongue, and blew him a kiss, cum dribbling out from between my lips. It only seemed to make him more nervous and he seemed to have a moment of self awareness after realizing what he'd done and weighing the impossible idea of taking me home with the impossible pleasure he'd just had, against taking his earnings and going home with intimate knowledge of what its like to indulge in a forbidden fuck. "I've got like 3 roommates, I don't think it can happen... like ever. They're always there, sorry uh... what was your name again?" I was starting to get bummed out and my little erection was starting to soften under my skirt as I realized he wouldn't fuck me. "Kylie," I pouted. A realization seemed to hit him after I said my name and he realized it was time for his. It seemed the smarter parts of his brain turned on after getting sucked stupid, and whatever small measure of self-preservation he had kicked in, and he decided to dodge the normal reply. "Oh, pretty name," he stammered "for a pretty girl of course." Boys. Very smooth. "Listen I had a great time, and thank you, but you caught me at a bad time. I'm actually still in class right now. I was just going to the bathroom because my dick was too hard in class, and uh..." He patted the sizable lump in his pants and seemed to gently turn like he was getting ready to reach for the door lock "I... you did great, but we shouldn't have done this." I was speechless. He held out a hand to help me off the pissy floor and we stood facing eachother, me craning my head up to see him. It was so bright and there was some cum over my eyesbrows too, dripping down over my eyes now. He was tall, handsome, chinese maybe? Maybe he played sports. The lighting above him was too bright and it was hard to tell. I wanted him to kiss me. He moved his arm over my head and unlocked the stall door, gently pushing me aside with the back of his hand. My tailbone was pressing into the steel toilet paper dispenser as he opened the door and began to slip out. "Wait!" I called out from behind the closing door, sandwiched between it and the dispenser. My little dick was twitching under my skirt and I was still horny but he didn't seem to care. He seemed so cold after what I did for him, the nerve. The bathroom was empty but for him, I had checked before I went into his stall. I heard him picking up the pace as soon as he rounded the stall corner and began speed walking down the rows to the exit. "Thanks again, please don't fucking tell anyone. Sorry!" I heard an audible wince from him as he realized what he was saying but it was too late, he was literally running away. Son of a bitch. I swished what was left of the cum under my tongue around in my mouth. Maybe I could come by here a little more often, and get some better luck next time. --- Thanks this is my first story --- If you have any comments please send them to jessiefolsom@yahoo.com