Date: Wed, 23 Dec 2020 11:01:01 +0000 From: Arthur J Bach Subject: Randy, Part 5 (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 5 "Good," he smiled. "Still, I'm gonna miss you when you're gone, Renee." "Not Renee," I said. "Huh?" "When I move, I'm going to live my life as a boy. Renee is a girl's name." "Oh, right," Franco said. "What should I call you then?" I looked up at the television at the adorable Jonathan Taylor Thomas, a crush of mine since I was very, very young. I loved everything about him: his smooth, dark brown hair, his smile, his squinty eyes, the sound of his voice, and his gentle nature. He was not just the boy I had a crush on, but the boy I wanted to be. "Randy," I finally said. "You can call me Randy." ***THREE MONTHS LATER*** I stepped off of the bus, my stomach doing somersaults. There was something dreadfully terrifying about going to a new school where you know absolutely no one. But this was honestly the perfect time for this to happen. A new school, a new place, and a new group of kids and teachers who knew absolutely nothing about me. A perfect place to start over. I walked up to the main entrance, catching a glimpse of myself in the front door glass. I was wearing a pair of baggy ripped jeans, Converse sneakers, and a Blink-182 t-shirt. My hair had been cut even shorter since the end of the previous school year, spiked on top and trimmed down around the sides. I was completely indiscernible from a boy my age. There were a couple of signs directing us to the appropriate wing, and I followed the signs for the sixth- grade section of the school. Over the summer, I had learned a ton more about my body and about sex in general. Some of the books I found in the library were a bit more crass and vulgar than others. I learned to call my vagina a pussy and that a boy's penis was called a dick or a cock. I had also learned about blow jobs, eating out, and the dirty details of sex. Franco and I continued to fool around, but we didn't really go any farther. He was really young and my cousin...I guess I just didn't see him that way. The other big thing was, my mom got me on puberty blockers. My boobs never grew, but I did start growing pubic hair right above my slit, which I thought was pretty sexy. Since boys got hair down there too, seeing those hairs helped me imagine having a dick to stroke. I made it to my homeroom, and all seemed well. I introduced myself as Randy to everyone I met. The teachers were all aware of my name change, and no one seemed to make a stink about it. As the day went on, my nerves were calmed as my comfort in my new gender grew. My last period of the day was phys ed. We were all instructed to head on into the gymnasium where our phys ed teacher, Mr. Barker, was there waiting for us. He was a good looking guy: tall, in shape, had a beard, looked to be in his mid-20's. He had piles of gym clothes set out for everyone separated by shorts and shirts and sizes. "Okay, I know it's the first day, but I'd like for us to go ahead and get started. Grab a shirt and a pair of shorts that fit you and hit the locker rooms to change." My eyes went wide and my heart stopped, but for a moment. The locker room. I hadn't thought of this, and my heart pounded in anticipation as I went to grab a pair of shorts and a shirt. My mind was conflicted on what to do, remembering what had happened the last time I had entered the boy's locker room. But this time would be different, of course. In my old school, everyone knew that I was born a girl. Here, no one knew that. I had told them my name was Randy and everyone seemed to accept that. So, if I just played it cool, I would be okay. I walked to the locker room, my heart beating so hard I was sure people around me could hear it. I ended up following a couple of the boys who chattered mindlessly as we entered the room. The first thing that hit me about the locker room was the smell: a mixture of body odor, deodorant, and soap. The paint on the lockers and walls was a dull, faded green. The main area consisted of a row of lockers with benches on either side. In one corner was a room for the toilets and urinals, and in another was a room for the showers. I was hoping we weren't required to use the showers, as my secret would be rather hard to keep there. I went and found a locker at the end of the row, excited but still a bit apprehensive. The room quickly filled with more boys, about twenty in all, as some began to undress. In as subtle a way as I could manage, I scoped out the room, seeing most of the boys getting down into their underwear. Just as I was, most of them were wearing white briefs, pulled up tight against their boy bulges that were of various shapes and sizes. I was just about to pull off my Blink-182 shirt when he approached me, choosing the locker right next to mine. For a pervy trans boy like me, he was a dream. I knew his name was Markus as I had had a few other classes with him throughout the day. He was a whole head taller than me, a light-skinned black boy that was destined to be a tall basketball player or wide receiver. His hair was buzzed short and he flashed me his million dollar smile as he took off his Michael Jordan jersey and undershirt, revealing some serious definition around his muscles. "Wassup?" he asked, tossing his jersey and shirt carelessly into the open locker. "Sup?" I said back, revealing my upper torso to him. "Randy, right?" he asked, pulling the gym shirt over his head. I noticed that it was a little tight on him. "Yeah. And you're Markus?" "Yeah, man. How's your first day going?" As he asked this, Markus slipped his basketball shorts down, allowing me to view his gray Fruit of the Loom briefs. They were tight on him, cutting up a bit high in the front with accentuated the pouch of his penis, which was obviously pretty big on him. I noticed that he also had a cute butt before I averted my gaze. "Good so far," I replied. "You?" It was my turn now, and I held my breath as I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs. I had petitioned my mom to buy me a fresh set of briefs, and I was wearing a pair of Fruit of the Looms, bright white against my semi-tanned skin. "Pretty cool," he said casually, grabbing his shorts. "Shouldn't be too bad." He reached down to give his package an adjustment, and I watched him push his soft dick from one side of his pouch to the other. Inside my own underwear, my pussy was gushing. He pulled the shorts up and over his underwear, and I noticed that since the shorts were also a bit tight on him, I could still see the bulge of his dick. Trying to stay inconspicuous, I pulled my shorts up as well. "You ready, dude?" he asked, closing his locker shut. "Yeah," I responded, closing my locker. "What do you think we're gonna do today?" "I dunno, run laps, play kickball, some stupid shit like that." "Cool," I said, smiling that I had made a friend on my first day, and a really hot one at that. We got back into the gymnasium and, as Markus had predicted, started running laps. It wasn't too bad, I actually liked running for the most part, so I didn't mind it. We did this for about ten minutes, and then Mr. Barker had us stop and then got a couple of students to help set up the volleyball net. We had a little downtime, so I gravitated towards Markus. I was going to say something to him when I noticed his hand slide down to his groin to once again give himself another adjustment. His bulge was obvious again, so obvious that I was quite sure he was at least a little bit hard. He didn't think anyone was looking, and I watched him give his dick a couple of strokes, only making the bulge more prominent. I stopped my path and immediately turned towards Mr. Barker who was helping a couple of the boys set up the net. Without thinking, I blurted out, "Can I go to the bathroom!?" Mr. Barker turned back to me, a bit stunned by my outburst. "Sure," he replied simply. I did a walk/run through the gym back to the locker room. Anyone who noticed me thought I must have REALLY had to go, which of course I did...just not in the way they were thinking. By the time I reached the locker room, I was soaked, dripping onto the inside of the white briefs I wore. I sprinted into the stall and closed the door behind me. I pulled my shorts down and sat on the toilet, quickly slipping my right into my briefs. I bypassed the little tuft of hair there and pushed my middle finger at my slit, groaning at the sensations. My hole felt alive, begging to be fucked somehow, and I pushed my middle and ring finger at my entrance as my digits noisily entered my pussy. I had learned through trial and error that masturbating was great when you started off nice and slow, working yourself up to a great climax. This was different...this was just an itch that need scratched, and besides, I couldn't afford the requisite time away to have a proper bate. So, within a few seconds my fingers were flying, penetrating my wet hole like there was no tomorrow. My fingers noisily squelched inside my pulsing hole. I closed my eyes and imagined that it was Markus' hard cock pushing its way inside my quim, not my own fingers. With that vision in my mind I could feel my orgasm start, and quickly switched gears, using my slimy fingers to flick at my clit. When my cum hit me, I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly as I circled the little button, my body riding up and down as the orgasmic waves took hold of my body. I couldn't help but let out a few high-pitched gasps as I came, feeling the much needed relief course through my nerves. My hand slowed down as I rode the waves back to planet Earth as I smiled, basking in the feeling of my latest cum. I grabbed some toilet paper and quickly wiped myself, feeling my sex incredibly wet from my orgasm. After cleaning myself off as best I could, including my fingers, I pulled my shorts up and flushed the toilet. When I opened the stall door, I was shocked to see Markus standing there, a sly smile on his face, the bulge in his shorts obvious. I stood there like a deer in the headlights, not sure what to do or say. "I think we had the same idea," he said, chuckling. "Was it good?" I relaxed a little, thankful for his casual attitude. "Yeah, really good." He smiled. "Sounded like it. May I?" "Oh, yeah, of course," I said stepping aside and allowing him to enter the stall. "Have fun." He looked at me, flashing me that million dollar smile as he grabbed his obviously hard cock through his shorts. "Always." I walked back into the gym, not sure I was believing what was happening to me. ----------------------------- 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