Date: Sat, 19 Dec 2020 11:29:41 +0000 From: Arthur J Bach Subject: Randy, Part 3 (Trans - Young Friends) This story is fictional, and no character is meant to represent a person, living or dead. It depicts the fantasy of sexual contact between minors. If this is not something that interests you and/or you are not allowed to read this because of your age or jurisdiction, please go elsewhere. Nifty is an amazing resource and we all need to do our part to keep it alive. If you enjoy this story (or others), please make sure you donate at https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Enjoy! ----------------------------- Randy, Part 3 "That was so cool!" Franco exclaimed as the two of us made our way from the movie theater. "So cool!" I said back. "That double light saber was awesome." "I know. I can't believe he died already, though. And Qui-Gon Jin." "Well he had to die," I responded. "You heard Mace Windu at the end. There are always two...a master, and an apprentice. If Palpatine is the master, Darth Maul's death sets Anakin up to be the apprentice." "True," Franco responded. "So, what should we do now?" I paused for a moment. I knew what I wanted to do, but didn't want to be too obvious. "Can we go back to your place?" I asked. "Sure. And do what?" "I dunno. Whatever," I responded as casually as I could. "We could...I mean, we could do whatever." "What?" I asked quickly. "What were you going to say?" "I mean," he started to respond. "What we did the other day, maybe we could—" "Yes!" I shouted quickly. "I mean, yeah, that'd be cool. Yeah." We walked quickly back to his house, finding it empty. Our moms were still out shopping and probably wouldn't be back for a little while. We quickly went down to his basement and sat on the floor, facing each other. "So...now what?" he asked. "Can you...can you make it hard again?" I requested. He looked around sheepishly. "It's already hard," he whispered. "Can I see it?" He got up on his knees and I could easily see the bulge in his white shorts. He pulled them down, that same bulge now even more obvious in the white Fruit of the Loom briefs that he wore. Gripping the blue striped waistband, he pulled his briefs out and down and hooked them under his hairless balls. He was really hard and pulsing, his pink tip shiny. He wiggled his hips around and made the lightsaber noise as his hard penis bounced to and fro. I reached forward and grabbed his cock, causing him to gasp and hold his body still. I couldn't believe how hard and warm he was. Remembering what I had read in the book, I started to stroke his penis, using mostly by thumb and first two fingers. He was real quiet now, almost looking like he was hypnotized. "What...are you doing?" he asked quietly. "I'm masturbating you," I replied. "I read about it in a book. If I do this long enough, you'll have an orgasm." "It feels...really good." "I know," I responded. I was getting a super thrill, playing with my cousin like this. I liked that I was giving him pleasure, sure. But as I closed my eyes, I imagined that the cock I was stroking was my own. Thinking about that gave me a good idea... "Can I see you?" Franco asked, snapping me out of my inner thoughts. "Sure," I responded. He was delaying my plans, but what's fair is fair, I thought. I sat back on the floor as he pulled his shorts and briefs all the way off, tossing them off to the side. I gripped my own shorts and slid them down, letting them go all the way to my ankles, leaving me only in the thin blue panties I had worn that day. "Did you pee yourself?" he asked, looking down at my crotch. I looked down between my legs and saw what he was asking about...my panties had a few wet spots at the place where they rested against my vagina. "No, that's what happens when I got horny. Your penis gets hard, and my vagina gets wet." His eyes went wide. "Wow. Can I see it?" I gripped the thin waistband of my panties and slipped them down. I had to close my legs to allow the undergarment to slid down my legs, but when it cleared my ankles, I spread my legs, allowing my cousin to look at my body. "Wow," he said, openly gawking at my exposed vagina. "It looks so different. And wet. It's beautiful." "Touch me here," I said, directing him to the hole. He cautiously pushed his finger forward, and when I felt him make contact with my sex flesh I jumped. Thinking that he hurt me, he backed away. "Do that again," I said. "That felt nice." He touched me again, and I moaned. This time his finger stayed on my body, and I reached down to directly put his little finger to my hole. "Push there," I said. He did, and his finger easily slipped in. It had felt so good when I fingered myself, but having someone else do it was so much better. "You're so wet," he commented. "And you're, like, sucking my finger in." "Go in and out," I said, and he quickly followed my command. "God, that feels so good. That feels really good, Franco." "Good like when you touch me?" he asked with child-like innocence. "Exactly like that...oh God...touch me here!" I reached down and grabbed his finger and brought up to my little button. "Yes, Franco! Yes!" He continued to rub on my clitoris as I writhed on the floor, feeling the liquid pour out of my hole. His flicking finger was bringing me close, but I didn't want to cum this way. "Wait, wait, stop," I said, and Franco slowed his rub but kept his finger against my clitoris. "What's wrong?" he asked, a look of concern on his face. "Nothing, I just wanna do something different." I slid back a bit until I could rest my back against the couch. "Come sit over here with me, in my lap." Franco dutifully crawled over, and I saw that his young penis was still totally hard. He turned around so his butt was facing me, and I noticed for the first time that it looked really cute. He sat down with his back towards me, sitting in between my legs. "Can you reach back and touch me?" I asked. He placed his arm behind his back and found my lower stomach. His fingers traveled south into they found my clitoris again, and he immediately began circling the little hardened piece of flesh. As he started to finger me once more, my hand reached around and slid down his stomach, finding his erection. Using my thumb and two fingers, I started to stroke, and now both of us were moaning as we played with each other's bodies. I closed my eyes, and in this position, it felt like I was stroking my own dick. My right hand was exactly where it would be if I had a penis of my own to play with, and the idea was making my vagina very wet, pushing me to another orgasm. "Go faster, Franco," I said quietly as I stroked his little penis. "You're getting wetter, I think," he said as he stroked me faster. "I'm gonna have an orgasm soon," I whined in his ear. "A what?" "Just shut up," I said. "Keep going." I kept my hand going and as my orgasm built in my body, I imagined that I was actually coaxing it out of Franco's little penis instead of my own hole, and then like a freight train, my orgasm hit me. My hips lifted off the bed, pushing Franco along for the ride as my body convulsed, waves of pleasure rippling from my toes to the tips of my hair. "Stop, Renee, I'm gonna pee," he said. I knew what was about to happen and kept going. "Pleeeeease stop!" he said, louder this time. "I'm gonna peeeeeee." Part of me wanted to tell the poor boy what was actually happening, but I was in such a sexual haze because of my own orgasm that I lacked the clarity to do so. I stroked him faster and faster until he let out a final moan, and I could feel his penis harden in my hand. He moaned and groaned as his body seized up and relaxed over and over again, his penis pulsing against my stroking hand. I could feel him lift his head up to look down at himself. "Did I pee?" he asked, searching for signs of wetness. "No, you didn't pee," I said, still holding onto his softening penis. "You had an orgasm. I had one too." "That was...so good! So good. Where'd you learn to do that?" "The library," I replied simply. "Our moms will be home soon. We should get dressed." "Okay," he replied. "But can we do this again someday?" "Of course," I said. I watched him grab his briefs and start to put them up his legs. I noticed that his penis was totally soft how, like it had been when he had first pulled down his underwear in front of me. "Hey Franco," I said, causing him to pause as he put the briefs at his ankles. "Can I ask you a favor?" "Sure," he said. "Can I wear your underwear home?" A puzzled look wiped across his face. "Why?" "I dunno," I replied. "I've never worn boys underwear before, and I'm curious." He thought about this for a moment, and then shrugged. "Sure," he finally said. "But only if I can wear yours." "Deal," I replied quickly, handing him my light blue panties. He gave me his briefs, and we both started to put our underwear back on. "Your undies are still wet," he said, feeling the wetness of my underwear press against his now soft penis and testicles. I slid the briefs up my legs, watching the white material travel over the skin of my shins and then my thighs. The cotton covered up my vagina, and the double blue striped waistband fit snugly around my waist. I looked down at myself, admiring the look of my body protected by my cousin's briefs. "Oh yeah," I said out loud to no one in particular. "This is right." ----------------------------- Thank you for reading! All of my stories can be found on my prolific author page: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#arthurbach I love hearing feedback from readers. Please email me at arthurjbach@protonmail.com. Flames and messages with attachments will be ignored. And don't forget to donate! https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html