This is my first story, please let me know in the comments or via email if you like it or have any suggestions. It has a slower burn to begin with focusing more on Jamie’s transformation but will delve into several kinks soon enough. This story is fictional and pure fantasy, all people involved are consenting adults over 18 years of age
It begins
Its half past 9 in the evening as my bus continues its slow decent though town on a dreary Thursday afternoon. The murmuring chatter of those around me floats in the air, barely registering in my head what anyone is actually saying just like the light tapping of rain dancing across the window.
A gentle breeze rushes down the central aisle catching some people by surprise with its chilling fingers before disappearing just as suddenly - someone must have shut the open window wherever it was. But I don’t move, I cant.
My whole body feels drained of energy this evening, I don’t think I could move even if I wanted to, but I know my stop will be coming up and then I can sink into bed in delirium. I must look wild or even homeless to those around me: messy clothes, hair all over the place, faintly smelling of piss.
Smiling to myself.
I’ve been to a University open day before I begin there this year and stayed late for some, uh, extracurricular activities. But now I’m on my way home with countless loads buried deep inside my pussy and a few still drying on my locked-up clit of a cock that gave up straining hours ago. The only thing stopping those loads from making their escape is the inhumane sized plug lodged there before I left.
Each and every bump or pothole the bus drives over sends jolts right through me – if I knew any better I would say the driver was doing it on purpose, not that I’m complaining. It’s keeping me satisfied until I can go home and share my bounty with my brother.
But that part will have to wait, for this is the story – my story – of how I was turned gay and tricked into completely an utterly destroying my cunt forever.
I should probably start with myself. My name is Jamie Matthews, I live in Essex UK in what feels like the middle of nowhere with my dad and younger brother Oli. It’s been just the three of us for about a year now in the same cookie cutter terraced house that the entire suburb is made up of, almost identical in every way: 3 bedrooms, two bathrooms and a backyard – at least ours backs onto the local field which was useful growing up.
Life is pretty quiet, although the house definitely isn’t this morning.
“I said I’m getting ready, I’ll be down in a minute!” I shouted downstairs. I probably should get out of bed before dad gets even more mad. I wipe the sleep from the corner of my eyes, pull back the covers and walk over to the mirror where my clothes have been neatly hanging up all weekend. Taunting me that today is the first day back at college.
Looking at my reflection, I stand at 5’10, a pretty average height, I don’t look that bad I think to myself. I have a fading tan that started strong at the beginning of summer but days of staying inside playing video games has cost me most of that. I have my dad’s chiseled jawline my mum used to say, she was always comforting me and boosting my confidence. She passed away when Oli was born and then it was just us lads, but her eyes stare back at mine and that helps to remember her. Soft and kind, thoughtful but playful at the same time – it’s what my girlfriend Lacey noticed about me first.
She then discovered my delicate pouting lips, I don’t care that she teases me about them, I know she loves the feel of them on hers. My hands run through my short brown hair perfectly messing it up in an unintentional way. Too late for a shower, I’ll have to just grab one after PE later on.
My hands slowly move down my body as my mind wonders to the plan for the day. They descend down my defined but slim chest until they rest naturally at my sides. I have what you would call a swimmers build, probably the only one in my family not ripped and full of muscles. It’s was my 18th birthday a couple of weeks ago, I half wonder if that changed anything?
It’s not like I don’t work out; I like going to the gym and running but I’m not into weight training like my dad or older brother. I have a specking of light fuzz all over my chest scattered around making me feel more mature and grownup lately, but most of the hair I have is reserved for downstairs.
I don’t have much hair but there’s more here compared to the rest of me and frames two big balls. Constantly full of cum – what can I say, I’m a teenager! – they stay fairly close to my body even in this warm summer morning. And right between the two sits my uncut cock, already drained of its morning load slowly deflating back to its normal size. When it’s hard it stands to attention perfectly straight and with 6 inches it’s above the average – I looked it up – I just hope Lacey isn’t disappointed when she finally lets me use it.
I pull on basically the same outfit I have worn for the last 3 years, jeans, a graphic T-shirt, and a jumper. It’s like a uniform to me by now, safe and familiar, something I can throw on without thinking. The world may see the same boring nerd but it’s comforting and no one looks twice when I wear this. And that’s the point, it’s armor, in a way.
“Jamie!” a deep bellowing shout comes from downstairs. Its time to go.
I grab my bag and walk across my room to the hallway. I leave my bed unmade; it’s only going to get messy again tonight when I climb back into it anyway. My brother’s bed in the corner remains perfectly laid out untouched since he left for Uni last year, although I have commandeered the space for some of my books and games controller.
I do miss Seb a lot, we’ve shared a room for as long as I can remember, and I idolized my older brother. He definitely takes after dad: tall, handsome, star athlete for the rugby team, whenever he is home visiting they can usually be found lounging on the sofa with a beer watching some game or another, whereas I just seem to be a disappointment for him.
I walk into the kitchen and grab a slice of toast of Oli’s plate to his annoyance but he doesn’t say anything.
“About time son, I thought I was going to have to send up a search party”
“Ha-ha dad” I said with zero tone of amusement to it.
“Have you got everything you need for today? Have you got your lunch?” he asks, already buttering Oli’s replacement.
“Yes dad, I have everything. I’ve got to go”
“Hold up. Remember what we talked about, you need to –“
I interrupted him “I know dad, I said I would do it. I gotta go” I had barely finished the sentence as I was out the door, desperately trying to leave that conversation behind where it needed to stay.
I’d had this exact same lecture the entire summer I could practically recite it by hand. ‘you need to do better in your studies Jamie / how are you going to get into university with just your grades / how would your mother feel if she were still here? you need to work harder’. I had only ‘agreed’ to shut him up … even if he had a point.
