Date: Sun, 27 Dec 2020 14:32:13 +0000
From: Arthur J Bach <arthurjbach@protonmail.com>
Subject: Randy, Part 7 (Trans - Young Friends)

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Randy, Part 7

I sat next to Markus on the bus as it took us to his house.  We were both
excited, not only to be done with school for the weekend, but for our
pending sleepover.  It had been a while since I had slept over someone's
house.

Wait...I had NEVER slept over someone's house.

"Hey, did you hear that Mario Lemieux bought the Pittsburgh Penguins?"
Markus asked.

"Yeah!  You like hockey?"

"Of course," he responded.  "The Pens are my favorite team.  My family is
from Pittsburgh."

"Mine, too!  My uncle was there when they won the Cup in '91."

"Dude, that's awesome.  Hey, we're here."

The bus pulled up to his house, and two of us departed.  We were both
wearing Nike t-shirts and basketball shorts.  The two of us sprinted to his
front door, pushing the door open.

"Do you wanna swim now?" Markus asked.  "It's balls hot."

I giggled at his expression.  "Yeah, that's cool."

"Cool.  Let's go change in my room."

My eyes shot open, and I had a flashback of being in the boy's locker room
at the Y in my old town.  Was Markus going to see me naked?  Was I going to
see HIM naked?  My mind was a buzz with thoughts.

"Cool?" he asked, starting to head upstairs.

"Yeah, cool," I said.

We went upstairs and went into his room, a large space with a bed in one
corner and a desk with computer in the other.  On the walls were posters of
Michael Jordan, Jaromir Jagr, and Sergei Fedorov.  I ended up next to his
desk and noticed a hairbrush sitting on the corner.  I almost paid it no
mind, but then I thought...why does Markus need a hairbrush?  His hair is
buzzed really short.

Just as I was about to open my mouth, he quickly took the hairbrush and
dumped it into the bottom drawer of his desk.  I decided to move on,
looking at his computer.

"Do you have Internet on that thing?" I asked.

"Hell yeah, just got it this summer," he said, taking his shirt off.  "It's
great."

"Cool," I said, taking off my shirt.  "We don't have it yet."

"We can check it out later, if you want."  He pulled down his shorts,
revealing a pair of white briefs that stuck out against his darker skin.
The bulge in the front was prominent

"That'd be awesome," I said, lowering my own shorts, now down to my own
pair of white briefs.

And then, the moment I had been waiting for happened.  He gripped the
waistband of his underwear and pulled down, revealing himself to me.  His
penis was much longer and thicker than Franco's, looking to be at least
three inches soft.  Even his balls hung down pretty low while the end of
his foreskin hung lower, the tip of his dick pointing a little bit to the
left.  At the base of his penis was a small, scarce patch of dark pubic
hairs, not too much unlike the patch that I had above my pussy.

My pussy...my pussy.  Markus was about to discover that I had a pussy.  I
suddenly got very cold feet about this whole thing, and before I pulled my
underwear down, I turned my back to him.

As my briefs hit my feet, I heard his voice from behind me.  "Why you so
shy?  If I'm bigger than you, don't worry, it's a black thing.  I don't
care."

I took a big breath.  There were no more moves left to make.  I turned
towards him, very slowly, closing my eyes as I did so.  When I knew that I
was fully facing him, I opened my eyes.  He was staring at my groin,
confusion washed over his face.

"Uh...Randy?"

"Yeah?"

"Where's your dick?"

I sighed.  "I don't have one."

"Are you a...a girl?"

"No," I said defensively.  "I'm a boy.  I just don't have a dick."

"I'm confused," he said, closing his eyes and shaking his head.  "Do you
have a...is that a...pussy?"

I nodded my head.  My eyes went back down to Markus' groin, watching his
penis grow, bobbing up in pulses.  As it lengthened, the pink knob of his
dick started to peek through the foreskin, and I could tell that it was
wet.  It didn't take long for him to get fully hard, and when he did, his
hands covered himself.  It was his turn to be shy now, probably not
expecting to bare himself to someone with a vagina.

"This is weird," he said.

I shrugged my shoulders and pulled my bathing suit up, covering myself but
leaving my chest exposed.  "Not really.  I was born a girl, but I live as a
boy now.  I'm trans."

"Trans?" he said, still making no moves to put his bathing suit on.

"Yeah.  Never heard of it?"

He shook his head.

"Well, now you know a trans boy.  Are we going swimming?"

He let his arms fall down, exposing his still rigid erection, the tip still
poking out.  He shrugged his shoulders and grabbed his suit, pulling it up
and stuffing his boner inside.  His erection made a pretty obvious tent in
his suit, but he didn't seem to care too much, being as that I had already
seen it.

We made our way down to the pool, an above ground kind with an attached
deck.  We jumped into the water, relishing in the coolness of the water
that contrasted the heat of the late summer sun.  Markus swam after me,
dunking me a few times.  He was bigger than me so it was easy for him to
get the upper hand.  At one point he had wrapped his arms around me and
placed his hands directly on my chest over my nipples, which felt really
nice.

"Whoa," he said, realizing what he was doing but still not letting go.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Am I like...touching your boobs?"

"I don't have boobs," I replied.

"Yeah, but, you will...won't you?"

"No, I'm taking injections to stop them from growing."

"Oh, okay.  So, is it okay if I leave them here?"

"Uh, it's VERY okay if you leave them there," I responded, pushing my butt
into his groin.  He squeezed my chest a little harder, and as he did, I
could feel his penis start to grow against my ass.  I moaned at the
stimulation I was receiving in both parts of my body, and then he suddenly
pulled away.

"We should get out," he said abruptly.  I shrugged and followed him out of
the pool, wondering what had happened to make him change his course.

We went back into his house and a little while later we ordered a pizza,
followed up by the movie "Dumb and Dumber" which he had on DVD, and I
marveled at the fact that he had a DVD player.

We finished the movie and went up to his room.  I was really hoping that
we'd go looking on the Internet for stuff, but he seemed interested in just
going to bed.  He took his shirt and shorts off, standing there, looking at
me in his briefs.

"Oh yeah," he said, as though he was remembering something.  "Sorry."  He
went to grab his shorts.

"Why?" I asked, peeling my Nike shirt off over my head, sliding my
basketball shorts to the ground, leaving me in my own briefs.  "This is how
I always sleep.  Don't you?"

"Yeah, but...okay," he said, dropping his shorts on the ground.

We both climbed into his bed, on top of the sheets as it wasn't really all
that cool, both of us on our backs, just staring at the ceiling.

"Do you think the Pens are gonna win the Stanley Cup this year?" he asked.

"Depends on how well Jagr plays.  He's like the only good one left."

"Nuh-uh...they have Kovalev and Straka.  They're good."

"Yeah, but they're goaltending is shit.  They need to, like, draft someone
or something."

"Yeah," Markus said.  "But Jagr's sick.  He can carry them."  A brief
moment of silence hung in the air before Markus spoke again.  "Why do you
wanna be a boy?"

"I am a boy," I corrected him.

"But you have a pussy," he argued.

"So?  You ARE a pussy."

"Shut up," he said, playfully shoving me.  "Okay, let me rephrase.  You
were born a girl.  Why DID you want to become a boy?"

"I dunno," I shrugged.  "Just feels right.  I like wearing boys clothes.  I
like hanging with boys.  I like hanging with you."

"I like hanging with you, too.  Sorry if I kinda freaked out back there.
I've never seen a...vagina before."

"It's cool.  I've only seen one other penis, my cousin's.  Yours is way
bigger."

He laughed.  "It's cool.  Like I said, it's a black thing.  Hey, do you
think...could I like...see you again?"

My pussy grew wet hearing him say that.  "Sure."

I rotated my body so that my butt was on the edge of the bed.  He got up
and kneeled in between my legs.  I looked at the bulge in his underwear and
could tell he was growing, but not totally hard yet.

Taking a breath, my fingers went to my briefs and I slid them down, my
little tuft of hair showing up first before my slit.  I had to close my
legs up to get the underwear down my legs and to my ankles, but once they
were clear of my feet, I spread my legs, watching Markus' eyes grow wide as
he stared down at my pink slit.

"Holy...fucking...shit..." he said, openly gawking at me.  "It's so
amazing.  You wanna have a dick instead of this?"

I laughed.  "I mean, yeah.  I don't hate what I have.  It makes me feel
good.  I like the look of a good dick."

"How do you...you know?  Do it?"

I slipped my finger down my stomach, through my hair and into my slit.  My
finger found my little clit and I started to rub in circles.

"This is my clit," I said.  "I read in a book that everyone's body starts
out as a girl, and if you get the Y chromosome and become a boy, the clit
becomes the tip of the penis."

"That's so hot," Markus said.  I watched his hand slide down into his
briefs, gripping his rock hard dick.  "Where's the hole?"

"Here," I said, sliding my finger down through the wetness that had
collected in my slit.  I found the hole and pushed in, groaning as my digit
pushed against the sensitive nerves of my pussy.  When my finger bottomed
out, I couldn't help but to pull it out and push it back in again.

"Oh, my God..." he whispered.  "This is so fucking amazing.  You're
fingering yourself."

"It feels so good," I whispered as I moaned.

"Is this what you were doing in the bathroom at school?"

"Uh-huh," I said, starting to go faster.

"Can I...can I do it?"

"Fuck yeah," I said, quickly withdrawing my finger from my hole, feeling
some of the liquid seep onto my outer lips.

Markus waisted little time in pushing his fingers against my sex.  His eyes
were locked onto my hole, so he knew exactly where to go, and slid his
middle finger to the hilt.

"Ah, yeah!" I moaned quietly.  "Do that again, fuck me with your finger!"

He followed my command, pulling his finger out and pushing it back in, and
my whole body felt like it was on fire.  I had fingered myself many, many
times at this point, but having Markus do it was so incredibly sexy.  He
started to develop a rhythm, in and out, in and out, his curious dark eyes
locked in between my legs.

"Use a second finger," I said, and Markus quickly added his ring finger,
stretching my hole.  "Fuck, yeah!"  I yelled out as he resumed the steady
rhythm that he had developed earlier.

"You're so wet," he commented as he finger fucked me.  "You keep getting
wetter."

"I'm getting close," I whispered.

"You're gonna cum?"

"Yeah," I replied, nodding my head.  "I'm gonna cum soon.  Keep going
though."

"Does anything come out of you when you cum?"

"Not really, I just get really really wet.  And it feels so good.  Shit,
play with my clit."

He dragged his fingers out of my cunny and up, getting caught under my clit
hood.  As soon as he touched my little button, that was it for me.  The
explosion ignited deep within my stomach, and I cried out as my orgasm
overwhelmed me.  My body rose up, waving in time with my contractions as I
came.  Markus pulled his fingers away from me as my body worked itself, and
I grabbed his hand quickly and put it back on my clit, maximizing the
sensations of my orgasm.  He flicked at my button again, prolonging the
euphoria of my climax, making my body ride in waves some more.

When it finally ended, I collapsed onto the bed.  I pushed Markus' hand
away as my clit had grown too sensitive, and as I tried to catch my breath,
I got a glimpse of the bulge in his white briefs.

He was hard.  Really...hard.

"Get on the bed," I said, getting up and standing near the edge where I had
been laying.  Markus got on the bed, laying on his back with his legs
dangling over the edge, his bulge even more prominent.

My hand went to his boner, feeling its hardness through his underwear.  I
had always enjoyed playing with Franco's, but this was different.  Markus'
penis wasn't that of a man's, but it wasn't of a little boy's either.  It
was long and girthy, looking especially large on his smaller frame.  I used
both of my hands to explore his hardness, and he moaned from my touches.

I needed to get a close up inspection of the real thing, so I reached up to
the top of his underwear and peeled his briefs down, freeing his cock.  As
he had said, he was about five inches in length and was nice and thick.
His glans peeked out beyond his puckered foreskin, and when I pulled his
skin down a plethora of liquid oozed down the shaft onto my hands.

"Fuck...Randy..." he got out.

I said nothing but allowed the skin to come back over most of his dickhead,
then pulled it down again, I was mesmerized by his dark foreskin peeling
back, revealing his wet, pink head.  I did this over and over again,
gaining speed as I went.  His hairless balls jiggled as I jacked him,
hanging down low in their loose sack.

"Randy, I'm so fucking close," he whined.

"Good," I said, excited about seeing my first ever live ejaculation.

"Shit...shit...shit...I'm cumming!"

His dick swelled in my hand, and I pulled the foreskin down as far as it
would go.  His head, which normally tapered up from the shaft to make a
point, swelled and pulsed, and I watched a spurt of clear ejaculate shoot
out the peehole of his dick, landing on his stomach.  More of the clear
substance poured out of his dick, a lot of it oozing out over my hand and
into his pubes.  He moaned and groaned as he came, and I watched his tight
stomach move up and down in waves.

Knwoing how sensitive I got after cumming, I let go of his dick and
inspected my hand, looking at the clear, slimy mess he had made.  I gave it
a smell, and found it not really smell like anything or look like anything
too crazy, it was just a clear liquid.  Still, it was so hot to finally see
some in person.

"We should go to bed," he said quickly, pulling his briefs up and stuffing
his wet, softening penis into the white cotton.

"Oh, you okay?"

"Yeah," he said, getting under the covers, shielding his body from me.
"Good night."

"Good night," I said, confused by this turn of events, grabbing my briefs
and sliding them up my legs as I crawled into bed next to him.

* * *

I awoke the next morning, totally aware of what had transpired the night
before.  I turned and saw Markus there, sleeping above the covers,
evidently having gotten too hot during the night.  I looked over at his
briefs and saw that he was hard...I had read about boys getting hard in
their sleep like this, so wasn't all that surprised.

I reached over and grasped his hardness again, feeling my pussy grow wet as
I started to stroke him gently.  As I manipulated him and he began to
awake, looking at me through squinted eyes.

"Good morning," I said, still stroking his hardness.

"Good morning," he grunted, still trying to figure out what was going on.

"Can I jack you again?" I whispered.

He suddenly seemed to figure out his surroundings, and quickly brushed my
hand away.  "No, you should go home.  Can your mom get you?"

"What?  What the hell is going on?"

"Nothing.  I just think you should go."

"Fine.  I'll go."  I started to put my clothes on and gathered my things.

"Don't you need to call your mom?" he asked.

"I can walk."

"Cool.  See you Monday."

"Yeah, see you Monday," I said, exiting his bedroom and slamming the door
on my way out.


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