Any concerns I may have had about Tyler not liking my breasts proved pretty ridiculous when he finally recovered from covid and was able to get his hands on them.
"Fuck man! You're like a dream!" he exclaimed as he gently ran his hands all over my firm breasts, his eyes shining with delight. "You've got all the best parts of a dude and a chick. I'm so fucking lucky!"
I blushed, still not used to getting compliments from guys like this, especially one I was attracted to as Tyler.
He kissed me deeply, wrapping his arms around me and making me feel safe. Minutes later I was riding his cock like a hungry slut, enjoying having a boyfriend and being able to please him with my tight, wet pussy. This was our favorite position, me straddling him so we could look into each others eyes and kiss, his arms holding onto my hips controlling the speed as I bounced up and down, trying to get him as deep inside me as I possibly could, milking his potent teen seed out of him.
Afterwards we'd lie in each others arms, sweaty and satisfied. I was definitely developing some pretty massive feelings for my best friend. We had become pretty much inseparable. I would spend as much time as possible at his house (which suited me fine - staying away from my horny brother and father). I just had to stay away from his brother, Peter, who thankfully hadn't told Tyler about our incredibly hot fuck on the living room floor. I'm ashamed to admit my cunt still twitched though whenever I saw him around the house, even though he never looked in my direction while Ty was around. I wondered what would happen if he got me alone again...
Whenever I stayed over, Ty would lay a mattress down on the floor next to his bed for show so that his parents wouldn't suspect what was going on, after all, they just thought we were two straight male buddies.
But as soon as the lights were out, I'd crawl into his bed and wrap my mouth around his juicy cock, then lie back while he devoured my pussy before we'd spend the night fucking in every position imaginable.
Ty was the sweetest boyfriend. He'd pick me up and drive me to and from school (though I think this was mainly because he was scared Cody and the others would try and plant a load in me if he ever left me alone with them).
And Cody definitely did try to get me alone but luckily I found that as long as I kept my legs together and didn't get too close to smell his virile teen boy scent, I could control my hormones. It seemed to be the combination of male pheromones and their ability to smell my snatch that made us both lose control.
I could feel my body changing too - my hips seemed to be broadening just a touch, my breasts filling out (I had taken to wearing a binder to keep them covered along with the baggiest hoody I had - luckily people at school hadn't noticed yet!!), my ass had become fuller, more rounded. I was still undoubtedly a man facially but my features softened, feminised just a touch. I started growing my hair a little, enjoying feeling like I was Ty's girlfriend even though deep down I knew I was still a boy.
For our one-month anniversary, Tyler invited me to a romantic candle-lit dinner for two at Comet's, the fanciest restaurant in town. I couldn't help but blush and get butterflies at the idea of a proper date. Is this how Rachel felt back when I treated her right? I immediately accepted and couldn't wait for this next step in our relationship.
At home, I took great care to get ready, washing my hair, stealing some of my mother's perfume, wearing my nicest shirt with a binder underneath (I wasn't ready for the whole town to know about my tits just yet), trimming my pubes to make sure my cunt looked hot and presentable for my fella. I had even gone out and bought myself a set of black lacy panties. It felt hot wearing them beneath my jeans at school. Tonight I was concealing them beneath a brand new pair of tight white pants.
I examined myself in the mirror - I looked hot if I say so myself! Nobody looking at me who have suspected I had a hungry cunt between my legs.
Ty picked me up in his old Pontiac at 7pm. I grinned when I opened the door and found a bouquet of roses on the passenger seat waiting for me.
"For you, babe," he said with the sweetest smile as he pulled me in for a kiss. I could feel my hole twitch already. Part of me wanted to ditch the dinner and let him just throw me in the back seat and fuck me senseless but I knew I had to control myself!
The second we stepped inside the restaurant, I knew I was in over my head.
Everything was polished wood and glass chandeliers, lit with candles and with vines creeping down the walls. I hadn’t even heard of half the stuff on the ridiculously expensive menu, but Tyler was grinning like he’d just walked into a dream. He looked good, unfairly good, in a fitted button-down that probably came from his older brother’s closet. His hair was slightly messy in that way he never tried to fix because it somehow made girls, and apparently guys like me, want to run their hands through it.
"Ty, are you sure you can afford this???" I whispered to him behind the menu, embarrassed at how well he was treating me.
"Order whatever you want, Jacks. You deserve it".
Fuck. I was the luckiest dude to have this guy as my boyfriend.
We played footsies under the table as our server walked up to take our menu. I immediately froze with horror. It was Josh fucking Reeves! I almost didn't recognize him in his server's white shirt and suit pants, instead of his normal black sweaty emo wear but he sure knew exactly who I was.
"Don't you go to our school?" asked Tyler, always the nice guy. He had never joined in with our bullying of Josh back in the day.
"Sure do," replied Josh with that annoying shit-eating grin he always seemed to have lately that made me want to deck him. "Jackson and I share a few classes."
"Which ones?" asked Tyler, oblivious to the tension and my face, slowly turning crimson.
"Biology," smirked Josh.
"I think we're ready to order!" I interrupted, determined to get Josh away from us as quickly as possible.
Josh politely took our orders, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary, though I was tempted to stab him with my butter knife when he asked if Tyler wanted to try the fish. "You can probably smell it already? It's well battered and tastes incredible."
It took every ounce of my willpower not to make a scene. But then Tyler asked if we could order a bottle of red wine. Josh raised his eyebrows at the request.
"C'mon, it's a special occasion," begged Tyler.
"Normally I'd have to ask some ID..." Josh paused with a sly grin on his face until finally... "But I'll see what I can do."
He gave me a covert wink and walked off with the menus, but not before letting his fingers brush the table near my hand. I snatched it back like I’d been burned.
"He seems like a nice guy," beamed Tyler before changing the conversation without another thought.
But I kept one eye on Josh, wondering what he had planned. I noticed him talking to one of the kitchen-hands. A Latino looking guy who seemed like he might be a year or two older than us. The Latino seemed confused by what Josh was saying and looked over in my direction. The guy looked at me. Really looked. His eyes swept over me like he already knew... like Josh had told him everything.
I pretended not to notice anything was going on, giving Tyler my full attention. Our conversation flowed as Tyler started opening up to me about how he'd always felt something was wrong with him for never being that attached to any of the girls he'd dated at school. He confessed that he suspected one or two of them might even have slept with his asshole brother behind his back.
I did my best to look appalled at someone who could be so thoughtless to someone as sweet as Tyler. But every time I glanced toward the kitchen, the guy was still watching. Like he could see through my clothes. Through my skin. Straight down to the body I didn’t ask for.
Right at that moment, Josh came up branding a bottle of red wine. "If anyone asks, you showed me ID!" he whispered out of the corner of his mouth, acting like we were all best mates.
He ceremoniously poured Tyler the first glass and then turned the bottle towards my glass. He was halfway to filling it up when suddenly his fingers "slipped", causing the bottle to lurch and splash its bright dark red fluid all over my new white pants. FUCK!
"Oh no!" he gasped, in mock horror as he looked at the quickly expanding stain all over my crotch.
I tried to control my rage, suspecting he had absolutely done this on purpose, trying to ruin my date with Tyler. The other patrons looked over at us with a mix of amusement and second-hand shame at my predicament.
"Here, let me help," offered Ty as he stood up with napkin, trying to soak up the mess.
"Let me fix it for you!" begged Josh, pretending to be helpful. "We'll need to soak it out. I can take you to the staff restroom." He helped me up and guided me towards the back of the restaurant.
"I'll be right back," I promised Ty as I was shuffled away.
Josh led me into a large backroom with a toilet and sink, but more surprisingly - the Latino kitchen hand! Josh locked the door behind us the second I realised we weren't alone.
"What are you doing!!" I hissed.
"Helping you," he said, innocently. "You'll need to take off those pants. This is Carlos by the way. His English isn't great."
I stood there awkwardly, not wanting to expose myself to this stranger, but figured my underwear would hopefully hide things well enough.
"You know I have a boyfriend," I warned him, pissed off at him thinking I was some sort of sex toy he could humiliate whenever he fancied. "He's right outside. I'm not going to do what you think..."
But Josh didn't care about Tyler's feelings or my dignity. He walked up close to me. "Feel it," he hissed as he grabbed my hand and forced me to squeeze the boner already tenting his pants.
I couldn't help but moan as he slipped his hand between my legs, slipping beneath my lace panties, and while my mouth was open, he took the opportunity to clamp his lips against mine, invading me with his tongue. Even though he sickened me to my stomach, I couldn't help but give into the passionate kiss as I felt my pussy moisten.
I heard Carlos mutter something to himself, shocked at what he thought must have been a gay kiss. I felt so self-conscious with this audience. Josh broke off our kiss with a grin, knowing I wouldn't resist him, but kept his arm around me.
"Undo your zip," he ordered and I meekly complied. Josh yanked my wine-stained pants down and then dramatically did the same with my black panties, revealing my perfect pussy to a stunned Carlos.
“¿Pero qué coño…?” he whispered under his breath. He stared down at my hole and then up at my face, with that look of confusion I had become all too familiar with. That mix of bewilderment and lust, quickly turning into a hunger he needed to satisfy.
Josh pulled my pants the rest of the way off then gently pushed me back against the sink, hoisting me up so I was sitting with my back against the mirror. He pulled my legs apart so Carlos could get a better look at my cunt.
"Hot, isn't it?" he smirked as he got down on his knees between my thighs. "It even tastes like the real thing too. And she'll let you do anything you want." And with that, Josh started feasting on my cunt.
I whimpered in a mix of quiet rage and secret pleasure as Josh went to town, his tongue flickering around my pussy lips, gently tongue-fucking me, opening me up. I looked at Carlos helplessly as he unbuckled his belt and pants, releasing his throbbing dark Latin cock, already rock hard and ready for action. He walked over and unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my binder. He stared at it in confusion.
I loosened the hooks and pulled the binder up and over my head, releasing my breasts to his eager hands. His eyes lit up as he whispered something I couldn't understand before dropping down and suckling them on, like a starving baby finally being reunited with its mother.
Josh looked up at my tits, seeing them properly for the first time. "They came out better than I thought!" he grinned before diving back down between my thighs.
I groaned as the two boys went to work on me, one eating out my pussy while the other worshiped my tits (and my actual boyfriend waited at our table outside!) Carlos was skilled with his tongue, rapidly flicking it all over my sensitive nipples and areola, teasing and nibbling with a lustful hunger. He finally worked up from my spit-wet tits to my mouth, kissing me deeply and passionately as he held my face with his hands. Up close, I could smell the scent of someone who had been working inside all day, building up a sweat and wasn't wearing deodorant. His odor was musky and overpowering but if he wasn't kissing me, I would have buried my nose in his pits to pull more of it into my system.
Josh slowly rose to his feet and moved aside so Carlos could take his place, between my thighs, but we could both see Carlos was uncertain. Even though he had just kissed me like I was his long lost lover, he still couldn't work out what I was and whether he should fuck me.
So Josh grasped Carlos' cock and rubbed his cockhead up and down my vaginal lips, then softly tapped it against my tingling clitoris, making my body twitch. My hole felt so empty and I needed it filled.
I spread my legs wider for him, giving Josh extra room to press Carlos' throbbing cock as my pussy got hotter and Carlos oozed precum all over me, rubbing it up and down my labia.
Finally Carlos gave in and let Josh guide his cock inch by inch into my wet cunt causing all three of us to groan as his pubic bone ground against mine. His job done, Josh let go of Carlos' penis and moved his hands up to my breasts and squeezed my hard, sensitive nipples, grinning as he pulled me in for another kiss. I groaned into his mouth as Carlos slowly thrust his full length inside me and started pumping, mumbling quiet words in Spanish to himself.
I thought about poor Tyler sitting outside in the restaurant, alone on our supposed romantic evening for two, while I was being plowed by two other guys in the restroom.
"Please hurry," I begged, wanting to get back to my boyfriend but knowing I couldn't until this load was pumped inside me. I was a bitch in heat now and needed this load.
"How does it feel," Josh asked Carlos, enjoying the look of sheer bliss on his face as he pistoned into me. "Better than any girl, right?"
Carlos could only nod and gasp with delight as he enjoyed the pleasure my hot pussy was giving him. The smell of his sweat intensified, only increasing my lust for this sexy young kitchen hand. Carlos leaned in and planted his lips against mine again, suckling on my tongue. His hot kisses only made my vagina open up more for this stud. Josh, not wanting to be left out, leaned in and soon the three of us were engaged in an intertwined kiss with tongues, lips and saliva rubbing everywhere. Was this gay?? Or was I truly just a woman for these guys at this point?
Either way the kiss made Carlos fuck me harder and faster, slamming his hips into mine as our bodies crashed against each other, pushing me deeper against the sink and into the mirror. He squeezed my ass as his groans became louder and I was terrified Tyler or other patrons outside would hear the slutty action going on inside. I still remember that look on Tyler's face when he caught me orgasming with Cody's cock buried in my cunt and I didn't want to ever do that to him again, especially on our one-month anniversary!
I broke off our passionate three-way kiss as I felt my orgasm suddenly hit, causing me to toss my head back and cry out in pleasure as my convulsing vagina clamped down around Carlos' cock, desperately trying to milk the load out of him. I clutched onto him as my whole body shook and quivered with ecstasy.
"Voy a acabar!" he gasped as he rammed all the way into me. I could feel his straight cock pulsing and surging inside my spasming cunt as he pumped me full of his hot, virile semen. Josh, not wanting to be left out and furiously jacking his cock, sprayed his thick, creamy load all over Carlos' cock and my swollen pussy, letting Carlos push his milk into my welcoming body.
Carlos slumped against me and I wrapped my arms around him, comforting him and soaking up his manly smell as he slowly came down from his moment of passion. I felt his softening penis slip out of my well-worn cunt and I squeezed my muscles tight, keeping those loads inside me - something that was weirdly becoming my favorite part.
He looked deeply into my eyes for the longest time, changed by our physical encounter, and then kissed me one last time, like he didn't want to let me go. Finally he pulled away, zipping himself up and hurrying out of the restroom without another look in my direction.
I started pulling my binder back on and getting ready to button my shirt when Josh put his hands on my hips, smirking with that cocky look that made me hate him so much. I couldn't help but notice his dick was still rock-hard even though he'd just cum moments earlier. Before I could stop him, he gave me a deep soul kiss, his tongue pushing right into my mouth.
As I surrendered to his kiss, he let his cock sink deep inside my freshly fucked cunt, right to the base.
"Your pussy's so good," he sighed. "You can't tell me you don't like this."
I stayed silent, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but at the same time, couldn't help but rest my hands on his lower back, pulling him close as he deep-dicked me. I could see Carlos' load coating his dick as it slid in and out of me, making me pant with each thrust.
"Remember when you thought I had a tiny dick? Guess I'm a grower not a shower!" I couldn't argue with that. He wasn't even that chubby really like I originally thought. Maybe he was fucking off all that baby fat.
He rested his forehead against mine so our lips were only an inch away from each other, as we sighed and panted in unison into each others mouths with each push of his hips. Finally he pulled back with a laugh. "That's enough for now. I'm gonna leave you wanting more. Next time you'll be begging me for it. Besides your boyfriend's probably wondering where his slut is."
He tucked his slimy cock back into his pants, winked at me, and left me dripping, perched on the sink with my legs spread. I was flushed and glowing from sweat, but I quickly fixed myself up, making myself presentable.
I returned to the table where Tyler was waiting. "You took a while," he laughed. "No luck?" he said, pointing at the red wine still very much soaked into my pants.
I shook my head, ashamed, hoping he didn't realize what I had actually been doing. I tucked myself under the table, hiding the wet patch probably made even wetter by the loads dribbling out of me, as we continued our dinner.
Once I focused on Tyler, the rest of the evening was really a dream. Conversation always flowed easily and happily with Ty as we giggled and shared confessions over the fancy three course meal. I shut out Josh's smirks as he served our meals. Ty didn't seem to notice either.
At the end of the night, Josh offered to let us eat for free. "It's the least I can do for giving you such a wet crotch," he said, barely able to stop himself from laughing. "Happy anniversary!"
"Wow, man. That's really cool of you" said Tyler as he still gave him a massive tip for such good service. If he only knew he was lining the pocket of the guy who just fucked his boyfriend!!
Later that night, Tyler led me up to his bedroom, scattered with rose petals (he was a true romantic), laying me down for a beautiful night of lovemaking. He tried to go down on me but I wouldn't let him - anxious he would see and taste the two loads of semen dripping out of me.
"I'm already so wet, babe. I just need you inside me now!" I whispered, trying to explain away my strange behavior.
"Ooooooh," sighed Tyler as he filled me with my third cock of the night. "You weren't kidding. I've never felt you this wet before."
I was so grateful the lights were out so he couldn't see the other boys' loads soaking his cock, leading to his biggest orgasm yet.
"I love you, Jacks" he whispered in my ear as he held me close, spooning me until morning.
TO BE CONTINUED
