Date: Sat, 26 Dec 2020 01:47:57 +0000 From: Arthur J Bach Subject: Randy, Part 6 (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 6 Markus walked past my desk during Spanish and dropped a piece of paper on the floor near my desk. "Hey Markus you—" I started to say, but his glance back in my direction silenced me. I put the piece of paper on my desk and read the words: *Fourth period. Bathroom. Second floor.* Markus and I had different classes fourth period, and it appeared as though he wanted to meet me in the bathroom. But for what? I turned back to look at him, and he just winked at me as if I was supposed to know what the hell he was talking about. When the bell rang, Markus darted out of the room before I could have a chance to talk to him. I went to my next class but had a great deal of difficulty focusing, my mind preoccupied with what was supposed to be happening in the next period. Fourth period finally arrived, and I waited a few minutes into my class before asking to be excused. The teacher let me go, and I left and made my way to the second-floor boy's room. I approached the door and pushed it cautiously. It squeaked open, and I walked in, listening for any sounds. It was completely silent. I almost retreated back into the hallway when I heard, "Randy, is that you?" I stopped. "Yeah? Who's that?" "It's me, dumbass. Markus. Come to the middle stall." I walked in, and as I approached the rows of stalls I could see his Air Jordan shoes under the door of the third stall. Following his instructions, I entered the middle stall. "Thought you might wanna do this together," I heard him say. "Do what?" I asked, but as soon as I asked the question, I could hear what was going on. The sound of skin on skin, the rhythmic motion that had been audible with Franco so many times, was present in the neighboring stall. Markus was...masturbating! "Did you start yet?" he asked, his voice a hushed whisper that still reverberated clearly off the tiled bathroom walls. "Uh...not yet," I responded, feeling my pussy grow wet at the idea of what this sexy boy was doing mere feet from me. "Get started, dude," he encouraged. "Shit, this feels good." I didn't need any other encouragement; my fingers slipping under the waistband of my shorts, into my briefs, finding my erected clit. I sighed as I gave it a few rubs, feeling my hole grow wetter. "There ya go," he said. "Feel good?" "Yeah," I responded. "Really good." "Fuck yeah. Do you have hair yet?" "Yeah," I replied, touching the light bush above my slit. "You?" "Yeah, a little bit. It's really soft and curly. How big are you?" I froze, unsure of how to answer. "Uh, how big are you?" "Almost five inches. I measure it every day." "Cool. Me too. I mean, I'm almost five inches, too." "Nice. Are you cut or uncut?" Shit. What did that mean? I racked my brain trying to recall that from my research, but couldn't remember the term. "Uh, I'm uncut," I finally replied, assuming it had something to do with the balls. "No way, me too!" he said as my fingers slipped into my hole, the warm flesh of my vagina gripping my digits tightly, my fingers igniting the nerve endings of my slippery pussy. "I love having my skin. Feels good slipping over the head." THAT'S what it was! He was asking if I was circumcised or not. Well, as far as he knew, I wasn't. "Yeah, so good," I moaned, finger fucking my hole at a steady pace now. "Sounds like you're getting into it over there," Markus said. "God damn I'm so hard." "Oh, God," I whispered, imagining seeing Markus' cock, taking it my hand and stroking it. I added a second finger to my pussy, now imagining it was Markus' cock inside of me. "Oh, my God..." "Feelin' good, huh?" Markus asked rhetorically. "Do you squirt?" I was starting to feel a little bit bad about lying to Markus this whole time, but I figured, yeah, I kinda squirt in the sense of liquid coming out of me. "Yeah," I said quietly. "Nice. Me too. Gettin' close." Oh, how I wish I could be there to see it happen. I had seen illustrations of ejaculations, but never the real thing, as Franco only had dry cums. In any event, I went faster on my pussy, going in and out. "That sounds hot," Markus said, obviously hearing the sounds of my fingers pushing in and out of my wetness. "I'm gonna cummmm..." I was getting close as well, and pulled my fingers out of my hole and started circling over my clit, feeling the orgasm well up inside my body. "Me, too..." I whispered. "Oh, shit, shit!" "Yeah, Randy...cum, dude!" The feeling ripped through my body, starting at my clit and radiating outward through my torso and limbs. I whined and moaned as my body pulsed, my pussy rippling. I could feel the wetness seep out of my hole and onto my thighs. "I'm cumming dude!" Markus shouted. I could hear him grunting and groaning, boyish moans passing through his lips as he came. I closed my eyes, my orgasm still pulsing through my body, as I imagined some kind of liquid shooting out the tip of his dick. I sighed as my cum finally began to end. In the next stall I could hear his breathing starting to slow down as we both started to come down from our sexual highs. "Shit dude," he said. "Awesome." I heard toilet paper getting unspooled, obviously wiping his semen from something. I took a couple of pieces as well and wiped myself, cleaning the liquid from my pussy. The toilet in Markus' stall flushed, and I threw the toilet paper in the bowl and flushed as well. We both exited our stalls at the same time, and as we did, I could feel that the inside of my briefs were still wet from my girl cum, the cooling liquid pushing against my warm skin, making me sigh. "That was fun," Markus said. "You doing anything this weekend?" "Uh, no. I don't think so." "Wanna come over my place after school on Friday? Sleep over?" "Sure," I said, shrugging. "Cool," he said, smiling. "I have a pool, so bring your suit." I grinned, feeling my pussy growing wet again thinking about the possibilities. ----------------------------- 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. 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