Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2020 13:58:53 +0000 From: Arthur J Bach Subject: Randy, Part 8 (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 8 When we came back to school on Monday, Markus avoided me. He moved his locker for gym class. There were no more invites to the bathroom. We had been eating lunch together, but he abandoned me, as did everyone else. The welcome invite that I had to my new school was gone, and I had become the social pariah of the sixth grade. I still couldn't understand what had happened between us. Everything was going fine and then, poof. All the goodness between us went away. It went from being the greatest night of my life thus far to the worst morning, and several terrible days that followed. By the time Friday arrived, I had regretted trying to live life as a boy. It was too complicated. I was a girl, and I just needed to accept that and be done with it, although as far as this school was concerned the damage had already been done. Maybe I could make my mom move me to a different one again. I sat down at the lunch table, investigating the reheated pizza that sat on my tray. I wasn't hungry, not only because of the questionable `food' that sat before me, but just because of everything that had happened in the last few days. When I looked up from my tray, a strange thing happened. I was suddenly overwhelmed with the sensation that EVERYONE was staring at me in the cafeteria. At first I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me, but after looking around for a while, I realized that it wasn't my imagination...everyone really WAS staring at me. I put my head down and forced a bit of pizza into my mouth, trying to ignore the stares. After a moment or two, I looked back up again to see if they had gone way. They hadn't. Finally, some kid came up to me who I didn't recognize and sat across from me. He was a bigger kid: stocky and at least a whole head taller than me. His hair was as dark as a moonless night, same as his eyes. I was hoping that he was there to save from me from whatever was going on, but the smartass smirk on his face told me he wasn't. "My cousin goes to your old school," he said in a very matter of fact fashion. "Yeah, so what?" I responded, taking another bite of my pizza. "So, I know what you did. And I know what you are." "What the fuck does that even mean?" "You're not a boy, you're a girl. You tried changing in the boys locker room there and got in big trouble, so now you go here." "That's bullshit," I said, denying it. "No, it's not," he said. "You were called Renee there. Your name's not Randy." "Yes, it is." "No it's not" "Yes, it is." "NO, it's not." "Fuck you, it is!" "Fuck you, it's not!" By now, most of the rest of the sixth grade had gathered around my table, spectators to the grotesque sport that was occurring. I spotted two teachers at the other side of the cafeteria, not paying the least bit attention to what was going on. Figured. "I know you're a girl. Why are you pretending to be a boy?" he asked. "I'm not. I AM a boy." He took a look around, seeing the teachers preoccupied, and then stood up, circling the table so he was behind me. "I know you're a girl," he said, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me up out of my chair. "And now I'm going to prove it." Fear flashed through my body as I felt his right hand go for my shorts. The basketball shorts I wore would be really easy to slide down. His hand gripped the waistband as I prepared to be exposed to the entire sixth grade. "Stop!" a voice called out above the noise. "He is a boy. I know he is." "How do you know?" "Because," Markus said, stepping through the crowd. "He was over my house last weekend. We went swimming and spent the night. I saw it." "Bullshit!" the other kid yelled. "It's true," Markus said. "He has a dick, probably a bigger one than you." "Fuck you, Markus." "Fuck yourself, actually. And let him go." After a few moments, the mysterious sixth grader finally let me go and I quickly sat back down, ensuring that he couldn't do anything to me. The crowd around my table dispersed as I tried to catch my breath. Markus stayed there and sat with me. "I thought you were upset with me," I said quietly after everyone had gone away. He shrugged his shoulders. "I know what it feels like to be different. It's a black thing." I nodded my head, knowing what he meant. The lunch bell rang, and I grabbed my tray and dumped it in the nearby trash can. Markus and I walked out of the cafeteria together, side-by-side. We went up the stairs to the main level of the school, and this particular staircase took us right by the boys locker room. Our gym class wasn't for a couple more periods, but I had an idea. "Is there a gym class this period?" I asked. "I don't think. Why?" "Follow me," I said, taking him by the arm and quickly leading us into the boys locker room. "What are we doing here?" he asked as we settled near the row of lockers. "I just wanted to say thank you," I responded. "You didn't have to do that. I know you're upset with me. I don't know why, but I know you're upset. So, thank you for saving me." "You're welcome," he said simply, no expression on his face. I don't know what it was that came over me next. It was a little bit of frustration, a little bit of gratitude...and probably a lot a bit of lust. I looked him right in the eyes, grabbed the front of his t-shirt in both hands, pushed him roughly against the lockers, and kissed him. He didn't kiss me back right away, nor did he resist. He just kinda...stood there. It was my first ever kiss and I didn't really know what I was doing, but I just moved my lips around a bit, trying to stick my tongue between his teeth. After a little while, his lips began to move, too, and I finally felt him kissing me back. With my hands still gripping his t-shirt at his chest, I felt his hands moved behind my back, and he pulled me into him as I felt his growing dick push against my pussy. We were really making out now, our lips and tongues pushing sloppily against each other. We moaned in each other's mouths as I felt his dick grow totally hard in his shorts, pushing against my body, making me wet inside the briefs I wore. I pulled away from his mouth for a moment. "Shower." I backed away from him, grabbing his erection through his shorts, pulling him with me like he was a dog and his hard on was the leash. I led him into the small shower room and pushed him against the wall. Getting on my hands and knees in front of him, I grabbed his erection and began to stroke it through the silky material. Growing hornier and hornier, I pulled his shorts down, leaving him in a blue pair of Hanes briefs. His bulge looked huge, and I caressed his dick through the underwear, making him moan. My hands quickly went to the waistband of his briefs and yanked them down. His erection bent forward, his sparse pubes being exposed first, then the shaft of his light brown cock. When the waistband cleared the tip his erection flung back up as if it was spring loaded. When it did, a little drop of his precum splashed onto my lip, and when it did, I licked it off, enjoying its slightly salty flavor. I grabbed the shaft of his dick and peeled back his foreskin, finding the head wet and pink. I allowed the skin to slowly slide over his glans and then pulled back again. He moaned as I masturbated him, starting off nice and slow and building a steady rhythm. I watched some more precum ooze out of the pink tip, and after having smelled his juices last week, I was ready to take the next logical step... Keeping his foreskin peeled back, I leaned forward and let my tongue gently touch the wet tip. He gasped above me as I let my tongue slowly lick around his glans, traveling in a clockwise circle, licking up the liquid that had collected at the end of his dick. "Shit, Randy," he whined, his voice high pitched as he tried to process his feelings. "Shit, Randy, that's so fucking good." I grinned, still licking the wet-end of his light brown boy cock. Keeping my tongue there, I leaned forward a bit more and put my mouth into an `O' shape, wrapping my lips around the shaft. With my tongue and my lips connected to his boy member, I started to repeat the rhythmic motion I had started with my hand moments ago. "Shit, Randy...you're...you're sucking my dick!" I went up and down, feeling the texture of his hard penis though my lips and my tongue, being sure to cover my teeth. Every time I sucked I went down a little bit farther, taking more of his cock into my mouth. As I felt the tip hit the back of my throat, I opened my eyes to see his stomach right in my face, his pubes tickling my upper lip. "Randy," he said, his voice filled with trepidation. I said nothing, but just continued to suck, taking him all the way to the root. "Randy..." he said again, this time louder and with more anxiety. I continued to suck, only speeding up my actions. "Aw, fuck, Randy," he whined loudly, his voice bouncing off the shower room walls. His dick swelled in my mouth, and before I had a chance to make a decision, his cum shot out onto the back of my tongue. His jizz was only a bit salty, but other than that didn't have much of a flavor. What really excited me was how his dick pulsed and kicked in my mouth, seemingly coming alive, like I had cast some sort of magic spell on it with my lips and tongue, conjuring it to life. This boy was under my control, breathing heavy and whining as he orgasmed against my face. He finally had to push me away, and when he did I saw a drop of clear boy jizz ooze out of the tip. I leaned forward to lick it off, making him whine and shudder as my tongue pushed against his sensitive glans. "Stop, stop," he said, out of breath. He smiled down at me, stroking me cheek. "It feels too good." "Good," I said, grabbing the hand that touched my face. "Don't run away, okay?" "What do you mean?" "The last time we did this you changed. Like, your mood changed." "I know," he said, hanging his head down. "I got kinda freaked out, ya know? I just don't know what we are." I stood up, leaving him there with his shorts and briefs around his thighs. "What we are?" "Like, are we boyfriend/girlfriend? Or boyfriend/boyfriend? I like you a lot, and you make me so horny, but I don't know what we're supposed to be." I shrugged. "I don't know either. I've spent most of my life wanting to be something I'm not. But I feel comfortable around you. And I've never had a friend my age who I felt comfortable around. I don't know what you call it, but I do know I don't want to lose it." Markus smiled, his dick softening and retreating back into his foreskin. He grabbed me by the hips and rotated me around until my back was up against the wall, taking over his old spot. It was his turn now to get on his knees, and when he did, he promptly pulled down my basketball shorts, staring at my white briefs. He placed his fingertips on my right knee and started to drag them up, slowly going north on the inside of my thigh. As he approached the area between my legs, he went slower and slower, driving me crazy with anticipation. All the while he stared at the apex of my legs where the briefs pulled tight against my body. I shuddered when his finger touched my slit through the underwear. He rubbed me there a few times as I moaned. While his right hand manipulated my pussy through the underwear, his other hand slid up and gripped the blue striped waist band and pulled my briefs down, exposing my sex to him. His finger now pushed against my bare pussy, and I moaned again. "You're so wet," he observed, his finger pushing back until it locked into my hole. "Yeah," I moaned, his finger traveling up my pussy. "You made me that way." "I did?" I nodded at him. "Yeah. Kiss it." His eyes went wide. "You want me to kiss it?" "Yeah!" I sighed. "Where?" "Right here." My finger found my clit, showing him. He kind of shrugged his shoulders and leaned forward, pushing his lips against the little dot as I moved my finger out of his way. It was so hot to watch the light brown skin of his face push up against the creamy white that was between my legs. The lips on his face pushed apart the lips of my pussy as he kissed my clit, making me moan some more. "Go lower," I said, my breathing starting to intensify. Markus obliged, his nose dragging through my pubes until his lips hit my lips, and I felt him kiss my wetness. "You taste good," he said between kisses. "Ah, fuck, use your tongue," I said. I could feel his wet, slippery tongue push against my wet, slippery lips, and my knees buckled from the incredible sensation. At first his tongue just kind of snaked around my pussy, exploring, getting to know the place. But then his tongue found my hole, and he pushed in. I gasped out loud, biting down on my arm to prevent me from screaming too loud. As if it was the most natural thing in the world, Markus started to fuck me with his tongue, the slippery muscle pushing in and out of my warm tunnel, manipulating the sensitive never endings of my vagina, making me tingle. "Oh, fuck yeah, Markus," I said, placing my hand on his head, feeling the short, buzzed hair that was on his scalp. "Keep doing that." He tongue fucked me like that for several minutes: him on his knees, underwear and shorts still around his thighs, kneeling between my legs as he pushed me up against the wall, his face on my pussy, his hands gripping my thighs as he pushed his tongue in and out of my dripping hole. I could feel myself getting close, driving closer and closer to a mind blowing cum with Markus at the wheel. It felt like a balloon was swelling inside me, in my stomach right behind my vagina, and all I could think about was popping it. "Suck my clit," I said frantically, almost there. He was happy to do so, pulling his tongue out of my hole and sliding up my gash, getting caught in my clit hood. He licked manically on my clit as his nose found my pubes again, and all it took was a few seconds of this before I was cumming hard. "Oh Markus...shit!" My body thrashed against the shower wall as I came, my torso moving with my contractions. Markus kept his tongue on my clit, going along for the ride as I came and came hard. My pussy was like one of those mechanical bulls, and his face was the rider, still enthusiastically slurping at the little protrusion of sensitive skin. "Markus, Markus, stop," I said, pushing his face away, my clit growing too sensitive as my orgasm began to fade. He looked up at me and smiled, his lips shiny with my slime. He got in a shit eating grin on his face, and then planted one more soft kiss on my clit, making me scream and shudder. "That feels too good!" I exclaimed. He pulled away from me again and then wiped his mouth of my cum. I noticed that his cock was hard again, the exposed tip wet with precum. "You're hard again," I said, kind of whining. "I think we need to go." He sighed. "You're probably right." He stood up and lifted my briefs, putting them back in place before bringing my shorts up as well. It was cute. I watched him pull his own briefs up, stuffing his hard on back into them, adjusting his dick so it was less obvious. "Wanna sleep over tonight?" he asked. "Do I ever..." I said, kissing him on the lips, tasting my pussy on his tongue. ----------------------------- 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