My Evolving Transition Ch. 05 (No Turning Back)
Introduction:
After being groomed and outed publicly as faggot, I fled. While away, I tried to straighten out. What it did was clarify things. Instead of hiding my cravings, I look to thrive on them, even to urge to dress up a little girly.
The Story:
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I had taken estrogen for eight months before, then the last couple of scripts, the chemist gave me spironolactone. My headaches weren't so server now.
After that night with Zayne, I slept for a few hours. Then after I woke, I felt stiff as a board, in my back, calves, and ass. It felt like I'd run a marathon, just like when I first hit it off with Jess.
I lay on my bed naked and pondering thoughts for ages.
What in the hell am I doing, and why am I so easily manipulated into submitting to the allure of cock? Why do I let myself get owned once a cock is dangled in front of me with little resistance? Before meeting and participating in Tiffany's game, I would never have put myself through this torture, plus I was fully heterosexual, and never dreamed I would turn into a fag or enjoy fag activities.
Well, here I am, I can't say I'm heterosexual, I can't say I'm bisexual. Where am I?
Tiffany made me curious, then at the party my curiosity became reality, then on my bus trip I was hunted and caught, and now it seems I have a weakness.
While I pondered and lay on my bed naked, a voice inside my head kept whispering "faggot" "faggot." I spent the day in my loft naked and thinking bad thoughts, like why can't I grow a boner bigger than five inches, what a pathetic excuse!
The next morning, I took a walk to walk off the stiffness in my muscles. When I reached the park I stretched my calves against a fence, before continuing to walk thru the park. It was mid-morning and none of the troublemakers were about.
By the time I returned, I was almost jogging with my muscles only mildly tight.
I then had lunch with my mother and spent the day watching TV.
The next day, I went for another walk and jog, before having lunch with my mother. Then after lunch, I walked to Zayne's place, wearing questionable clothes again.
I cut thru the park wearing tattered denim cut-off shorts, no boxers, a tight peach T-shirt, a denim vest, sunglasses, a beanie, and running shoes.
There I was wandering thru the park and past where all the thugs hang out, near the restroom and on a picnic bench. Oh my god, I almost shit myself in panic as I made my way by them.
I was walking a little bit like a girl or trying to, so they could make out who I was. They just watched me walk by, as they mingled.
I exhaled, as I walked a safe distance from them.
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It was 3:00 PM by the time I was at Zayne's doorstep. I rang his doorbell, and Zayne answered wearing only boxer shorts. His mother had already left for work.
Once inside, we trotted down to his bunker, aka his basement/bedroom, I walked in front of him. He grabbed me by the back of my shorts and yanked me back into him, I could feel his bulge, as he bumped into my rear, as he embraced me. Then, he started to ravenously kiss the back of my neck. I didn't know how to react and froze, as I wasn't truly accustomed to guys kissing me like that.
He noticed my shock and backed off. Then he poured us both a clear spirit, to drink. I think it was vodka, it could have been tequila.
After we had drank three glasses of that spirit, he kissed my lips, and I kissed him back. Zayne had me on my back on his couch, with him on top and mauling my neck with bites and kisses. I accepted him this time.
While he attempted to open my vest and unbutton my denim shorts, he continued to maul my neck. I started to let out tiny moans.
"You like that, you like that my dirty whore,"
he said, with me moaning more. I used my toes to release my shoes, one by one.
"You dirty little fag, you faggot whore,"
he keeps insulting me as I had my legs around his calves.
He then removed my vest and T-shirt, while squeezing out of his boxers.
So, here we were, both naked on his couch, and making out. He sucked and bit my neck, and nipples while caressing my tiny cock. I was left moaning when he slid down my body and put my tiny cock in his mouth.
Luckily his mom was at work, as I was moaning so much, with his door wide open.
I was captivated, watching him devouring my cock in his mouth, up and down his head went, as my cock went in and out, of his mouth. While he sucked, he reached underneath me, and spread my ass apart. Then, I instinctively slowly began to spread my legs apart, as he sucked my cock. He started to caress my asshole and fumble a finger inside.
It won't be much longer before I begin to climax, I was thinking. I was moaning more and more, and I could sense the build-up creeping up.
"Oh god, oh god, I want your cock inside me, oh god
," I moaned, as I was close to cumming in his mouth.
That's when he stopped and stood up, before climbing back on top of me, in a 69 position, where we began sucking each other's cocks.
I was too eager and took too much in at first and started to gag, as his cock was driven straight down my throat. I was too caught up, not trying to gag to notice, that he had lube in his hand.
So, while we sucked, he was rubbing lube into a hand. I noticed when he smeared the cold liquid in between my ass crack. Then when he slid two fingers into my ass, I lost my load into his mouth.
If I didn't have a cock buried deep in my mouth, I would have let out a loud orgasmic moan. Instead, I let out a muffled moan and groan.
