The Ways and Wanderings of a boy

Camouflage

There he was, in his small room in a big city where he didn’t know a living soul. Holidays were over and his new life had begun. It was a dream that had come true but also showed some nightmare features. He had left his old-fashioned and conservative village but found out pretty soon that life in a big city was almost completely anonymous and that nobody was really waiting for him or cared if he was there or not.

Before he left home his parents had quite annoyed him with objections and wise parental advice, especially his mother with her typical maternal questions like “Where do you do your washings?” and “Can you eat healthy there?”

“Yes mum, I can eat in the university canteen, warm and healthy” he had answered on a tone that didn’t hide his irritation.

“Is it open on Sundays then?”, came the next question.

That was a difficult question in a village where everything was closed on Sundays and where you had to drive 30 miles if your tank was almost empty to get a refill. Only some walking was allowed and “care of crops and animals”.

But without lying he could answer:

“No mum, they’re closed on Sundays”.

He left it open that this was not out of godliness but simply because the university found it all right for the gentlemen and ladies students to buy them a curry or a fish and chips on Sundays.

Anyway, Toby found out very soon that the real life was also a tough life, having it’s share of problems that seemed almost insurmountable to him.

First of all there was the money. Because Toby’s parents couldn’t be deemed as belonging to the wealthy and rich ones he had been given a grant. But apparently the members of the board of this grant foundation had forgotten that students, after they had paid their college money and rent for their room, also had to eat and, if possible, had enough money to have a little fun as well. After some calculations Toby concluded that the real master plan behind it all must be that students wouldn’t finish their study, not from demotivation but simply from starvation. To avoid that terrible fate he had to find a job!

His first side job as a meal delivery boy failed miserably. Having no idea about the new city where he lived, he needed too much time to find a given street and deliveries were always too late. After three complaints by clients he was sacked.

In his second job as a dish washer in an Italian restaurant he was more successful. It couldn’t be called a fulfilling job but it added some cash to his meagre funds.

Worse than his financial position was the loneliness, a word that always brought a wry, cynical smile on his face. He had always thought that loneliness was only for the old people, not for boys nearing the age of twenty. But he found out the hard way that this position was untrue.

He was still an anonymous loner in the city. During the days it didn’t matter. He had his lectures, his study groups and had to study hard at home to be able to keep up. But after the studying was done and when the long autumn evenings fell over the city, things got real hard for him.

Sitting in his only arm-chair he often thought back about the harem club in the shed and about the holiday with Stephan in Germany. It always resulted in that he felt terribly lonely.

Raised, or maybe more correctly called indoctrinated, from a small boy on with a rigid Christian religion and morality he began to think that his loneliness was God’s punishment for his debauched, sinful and immoral way of life of the last months. Yes, the vicar had made them very clear that God had prohibited sex between men as a grave sin against the natural order of his Creation. Toby started to feel real guilty towards the All Mighty but another thought came in his mind during the following evenings.

The vicar had also said that man is created to God’s own image and that he, Toby, was also created by God. Now that seemed contradictory to him: if God had created him as he was, including his gay feelings and desires, why did He do it in a way that violated his Own laws?

It was the first time in his life that Toby started to doubt the Church’s teachings. But it is one thing to say that you want to break with your old environment, it is a totally different thing to do it when religion and morality is so deep engrained in your mind.

Could all well be but the dogma, that sex between men was condemned, kept haunting through is his mind. And he needed it so much: he craved for a sweet, beautiful boy beside him, in bed as in life, to be happy with one another. He really wondered how he had to solve this without kicking God’s shins again.

One thing kept him of sliding off in a depression-like state. It was his daily jogging. Sun or rain or snow, each day he made his rounds in the large park, conveniently situated at the end of his street. He needed the physical exercise, it freed his mind of somber thoughts for a little while. When the weather was fine, he wore a jogging short and a t-shirt, when it was cold or rainy a jogging trousers and a sweat shirt.

Unknown with all the peculiarities of the city he was unaware of the doubtful reputation the park had. He had noticed that the number of male visitors was very high after sunset but it really became clear to him when men started whistling to him and licking their lips when he passed. It made no difference to him: he had nothing with bi-sexuals who just wanted to look on and wank and he felt no arousal whatsoever from old, thick and somewhat derelict men that formed the biggest part of those whistlers.

On a beautiful and sunny autumn evening Toby made his rounds through the park. The September evening sun shone with a diffuse golden light over the pond, that seemed to lighten up itself from the reflection. The trees threw long shadows on the lawns. He loved it: it distracted his mind from it’s feeling of shame and guilt.

Some men were already appearing and one of them whistled to him. He simply ignored him: it was another one who was not his type.

His feet rhythmically stamped over the wooden bridge over the pond as he ran towards the aviary and the pigeon loft.

Suddenly he saw a girl standing at the aviary. She stood in a late beam of sunlight that fell between the tree limbs right on her. For a moment he stopped and observed her. She was beautiful, in fact she was gorgeous. She seemed a tad too large for a girl but well in proportion.

Her long tanned bare legs stuck in open shoes, that were attached with thin leather bands along her upper calves. She wore a ultra-short and super-tight jeans short with tattered rims with over it a white blouse that was carefully “haphazardly” knotted, showing an equally tanned well-shaped belly. In her narrow face two beautiful dark eyes could be discerned above a small nose and cherry-red lips. Her short blond hair was styled in a way that two flashy earrings were prominently visible. But it was as with Annyka in the shed: beautiful, even angel-like, but for him erotically and sexually not appealing.

“Hi there, beautiful boy”, she said in a low hoarse voice and a smile that could ignite the sun.

It surprised Toby. Was she talking to him now? He took a quick look around and concluded that she had to speak to him since there was no else around.

“Hello”, he greeted back with a big smile on his face. He was just about to start his running again when he noticed a discrepancy in the girl’s appearance: something was out of shape in her image. For a girl her larynx was by far too large. That wasn’t a girl! It was a boy, it was a boy, dressed as a girl! And for Toby that made all the difference in the world.

“What’s your name, mousekin?” she asked. Yes, her voice was somewhat too low for a girl as well.

“Toby”, he replied, “And yours?”

“Regina”, she said with another toppling smile.

Just for a second the feeling of guilt towards Heaven and the fear for eternal damnation stuck up its ugly head. But testosterone won the fierce struggle with Christian morality easily.

As if she sensed the mental change she moved towards him and with a few steps stood directly opposite him. She looked him deep in the eyes and without warning pressed her body against his and kissed him on the cheek. Then she put her mouth at his ear and whispered:

“Judging by what is happening in your shorts it looks as if you feel like it to explore me a bit more extensive!”

Toby nodded without speaking. He had already sensed what had happened in her tight shorts, which gave a clear indication that the desire was mutual.

“Your place or mine?” she asked without hesitation.

“I live there”, he said with a nod of his head towards the street at the end of the park.

“Mmm….that’s very convenient. Come, show me the way!”

She took him by the hand and together they walked to Toby’s room.

After Toby washed down the jogging sweat under the shower he entered his room, finding Regina on his bed, only dressed in a lingerie set that struck him like lightning.

It was a soft-orange shiny transparent material with small flowers on bra and panties, the last one barely enough to hide her “swollen clitoris”. Over the panties a suspenders belt of the same material was visible. With her legs slightly spread she was waiting for him.

Totally sincere Toby could only say a hoarse “Wow!”.

She looked at him with shy deep-dark eyes and asked softly:

“Do you think I’m beautiful?”

“Beautiful is an understatement”, he answered with strong fervor, “You are as an angel so beautiful”.

She flushed and asked almost whispering:

“You want me?”

Toby couldn’t determine if the shyness was a stage play or genuine. But whatever it was, it made her even more beautiful, vulnerable and desirable.

“The question is if you want me!” he said, dropping his boxers on the floor. His young lordship jumped up in small shocks. She looked at it for a second, licked her lips and whispered:

“Yes, I want you!” she whispered with light panting.

It became an evening and a night that made all Toby’s earlier experiences pale This was not simple one-dimensional gay sex. No, they loved each other, in every thinkable and imaginable way. They evenly matched, both took emotional risks without even thinking about it and both gave a full 300 %. They kissed and tongued ferociously, stroked each other´s skin, sucked nipples and caressed each other’s dick tips with fingertips and tongue and finally ended with lots of attention for their most intimate parts. Toby saw no way out any longer: he was not satisfied with loving her externally, he wanted to love her inside her body as well.

“I want to go inside you, sweetie”, he whispered in her ear, “May I do that?”

“Oooohhh yessssss…”, Regina moaned in her ecstasy, “Go inside me…take me sweet and tender…give me all your unborn children!”.

Despite the emotional and even solemn moment Toby broke in laughter. Regina’s cheeks flushed with shame and she stammered:

“Oh shit, that was a dumb remark. But it was right from the heart! Because it expresses what I feel right now”.

“No, sweetie,” Toby re-assured her, “it was not dumb. It was hilarious. But it even became more hilarious in my mind when I thought “Then get ready, because I’m going to give you a whole school playground full of unborn children”.

Both laughed now and Toby, still laughing a little, rolled her on her belly, mounted her and took her as she had desired: sweet and tender.

Very early in the morning they both had expended their energy and desires. Regina had snugged up against Toby, her head on his chest, enjoying his embrace. Suddenly Toby said:

“Sweetie, may I ask you something? Well, actually two questions”.

“Sure”, she answered softly.

“OK,” Toby continued, “As a girl your name is Regina. What is your name as a boy?”

“Reginald”, the answer came back, loud and clear, “but most people call me Reggie”.

Toby thought it over if he should ask the second question, but she insisted:

“And the second question?”

“Well…”, he hesitated for a few seconds, then continued:

“Why do you dress as a girl? As Regina?”

She freed herself of his embrace, took her head off his chest and rolled on her back besides him. Instantly her angel-like face froze into a rigid mask. She stared at some undetermined point at the wall as if she was thinking: not what she had to reply but if she should reply. Toby felt terrible: he had blown it all to pieces, their meeting in the park and the evening and night just behind them. But he had asked the question, there was no going back now.

To Toby’s relief she started speaking after a long while:

“As a boy, as Reggie, I’m a tough boy, a butch. Always first with sports, always ready for a nice brawl, always the biggest mouth. But deep in my heart I knew since I was 14 that I was homosexual. It took me a long time to accept that. Besides, you know, Toby, everyone wants to belong to some kind of group. My type of group were other macho’s. I didn’t want to lose them, didn’t want to be excluded. But I also noticed that I couldn’t have sex with a boy when I was Reggie. I tried, but the damned thing simply wouldn’t go up. I just blocked, no matter how beautiful and sweet he was. Macho’s fuck girls, macho’s don’t fuck boys. But if girls are not attractive to you and you don’t want to spend the rest of your life in celibacy you have to find a solution. So I thought about that. If I couldn’t have sex with a boy as a boy, maybe I could do it when I was a girl. That is how Regina was born. And miraculously enough it worked. When I crawled in my female skin the whole butch disappeared. That is the only true reason why I dress as a girl”.

Toby considered her answer for some seconds and asked:

“So, it is more or less a kind of camouflage?”

“Yeah…”, she said in a low voice and thought it over.

“But it is camouflage in two meanings. When I am Regina, nobody suspects Reggie the macho underneath her. He is virtually unrecognizable. But mostly it is a camouflage of myself against myself”.

Toby nodded in understanding. She rolled back upon his chest and whispered:

“Thank you! You’re the first one who asked. You’re the first one who is really interested. The rest was only interested in my cunt. You know, that says a lot about you. It says you are a very sweet and compassionate boy!”

They laid in each other´s arms for some time. Both fell asleep just as the first very early car drove through the silent street.

It was a very short night. They took a fast student breakfast of some bread with peanut butter and a mug of hot, strong black coffee. After restoring her make up somewhat Regina prepared to leave and become Reggie again. At the front door they kissed dearly. Regina drew her cell phone and asked:

“You’ve got phone here?”

“Yeah, my cell”, Toby answered.

“Then give me the number”, she said with shiny eyes.

Toby gave it and she entered it directly in her phone. Then she embraced him, kissed him softly and said:

“Toby, don’t do it to me that this is just a one night stand. I want to see you again and again, and again and another time again”.

“I want to see you as often as possible, sweetie”, Toby whispered.

She gave him a kiss on the tip of his nose and with a “We’ll talk over the phone” she went on the street, disappearing in the passing pedestrians.

Still a bit confused Toby started up the stairs to his room but he was stopped by Mike, one of the other house inmates, who said with a wide grin:

“Wow, Toby, you made a big score tonight. Man, that’s a hot chick!”

Toby grinned back but found it better not to go into any details.

After the euphoria guilt came back with a vengeance. Again he felt totally ashamed in front of the All Mighty. And again he had offended against the commandment and had made love with a boy. Even worse: he was not the receiver but the active penetrator in that boy, something that made the crime even worse in his eyes. Sometimes he almost panicked at the thought he would now be deemed to the eternal fire of Hell. It even gave him nightmares at night.

On the other hand he simply didn’t understand it. Had it been all right if Regina had been a real girl, one with soft labia and breasts? Why was it wrong now?

Was God so terribly cruel and merciless? Toby was just another human being, with feelings and desires. And it became clearer and clearer to him that he had very deep feeling for Regina.

If he had been catholic he could have confessed and be forgiven. But his congregation didn’t know confession. A sinner took his sin with him into the grave and even beyond the grave until the Day of Judgement when he had to account for himself for the Highest Judge. There was no respite from the sins.

He felt more and more depressed although actually butterflies should be dancing in his tummy.

After two days his cellular rang. He answered it and a cheerful, sweet voice was heard through the small loudspeaker who said:

“Hi, mousekin, how are you?”

“I feel guilty”, he answered toneless.

There was a short pause from astonishment but then she asked:

“Guilty? To whom? Hey, not to me I hope. I loved it what we did and I would do it again right now. That is why I called, to ask if you like to come along to my place”.

Toby felt some testosterone flowing, but ignored it and this time guilt and morality scored the equalizing point.

“To whom you feel guilty, honey?” she asked soft.

“To God”, Toby answered, still expressionless

Now there fell a long silence, not of astonishment but one of bewilderment. But she didn’t hang up and asked:

“Toby, do you happen to come from some Bible Belt village?”

“Yes”, he said timidly.

“Hey, honey, don’t you think God and your church did enough to ruin your life?” came the next question.

That was a point of view that Toby had never considered but he admitted right away that it had some merits.

“I can’t do it in another way”, he almost screamed in despair, ”I was raised from toddler on with this religion, it’s morality and it’s condemnations. And one of the main condemnations is that sex between men is a most serious and grave sin. I would love to get rid of it but I simply can’t!”

“Raised?” she said a little cynical, “I call it brainwashed”.

Toby felt stabbed by the implicit attack on his parents but ignored it. Too much was at stake to object against it.

There was a new period of silence as if she was thinking. Then she said:

“Toby, I want you, I want to built something beautiful with you. But if you are overcome with this feeling each time we have celebrated our love, this guilt to God, it is more than I can handle. And I’m not sure if I like that or could even endure it”.

“Don’t go away, Regina, don’t leave me alone”, Toby yelled, really losing heart now, “I love you!”

“I’m not going anywhere! At least not now”, she said with a soothing voice, “But we need to find a solution”.

“Yes, we must”, Toby said with the tears burning in his eyes, “I thought about it a lot, but I really can’t find any”.

“Then its time that I start thinking”, she said determined, “I’m an outsider, so I have a fresh attitude and views to the problem. I’ll be back on this, believe me. I promise it. But I’m not promising it will be today or even tomorrow. It might take a few days. I want to think it over carefully and diligent because it is too important for both of us to do it light-footed. But I’ll be back on this! OK?”

“OK”, Toby more or less confirmed softly.

“Kiss, honey”, she finished up the talk, “I’m going to crank up my thinking machine. Keep your head up. See you later”.

And gone she was.

Toby looked outside, sighing with relief. Yes, he had a problem and he damned well knew he had one. But he didn’t have to solve the unsolvable all by his own from now on. He got help from Regina.

Every day after that phone call he waited for Regina, days on end but to no avail. She didn’t call. Toby became discouraged and was sure she had already gone from him.

But after more than a week his cell phone rang. It was Regina.

“Hi, sweetie”, she cooed, “I think I found the solution”.

“Tell me!”, he cried out excited.

“No no, mousekin, I’m not going to discuss it over the phone. You will make all kind of objections and counter-arguments. I’ll just throw you into deep water. Can you come to my place tonight?”

“Yeah, I’ll manage”, he said without thinking.

After she gave him the address she finished with a

“See you later, mousekin. Kiss!”.

A click and she was gone.

“Mousekin?” Toby thought, “Why mousekin?”. Oh what, it sounded kind of cute.

Toby was very tensed when he rang at her door. When he arrived at the given address he didn’t find a derelict old house, like the one where he lived, but a luxury apartment building directly opposite the central station in the city’s center. He took the elevator to the right floor and marveled at the exquisite furnishing of the hall and the corridor, with plush carpeting and marble walls. Again he checked the address on his little note to make sure he was at the right place. The fear entered his mind that Regina was a fake.

Relief came upon him when she opened the door, dressed in a light blue, short and transparent dress that silhouetted her body perfectly in the light from the rear from the open balcony doors.

“Hi sweetheart, come in!” she said delighted.

Toby entered and was surprised. No, he was overwhelmed by what he saw. No modest student’s room but a full size luxurious apartment, equipped with state of the art design furniture with a lot of chrome and white leather upholstery. Expensive curtains moved lightly in the light breeze, coming from the balcony doors that gave access to a large balcony. This was a far cry from his room with the old armchair which was an attic leftover from his grandmother’s household, the small table repainted black and some collection of chairs coincidentally available, his simple bed and the old creaking closet.

“Wow…absolutely beautiful”, he exclaimed. It was followed by a spontaneous but rather impertinent question when he blurted out:

“How do you pay for all this?”

Regina grinned and said matter-of factly:

“Rich daddy. He pays for all of this”. With a mock apologizing smile she added:

“I really can’t help it. He was already around when I was born. But do sit down, sweety. You want coffee or a beer?”

Toby decided on coffee. Somehow he felt he might need his brains in the hours to come.

When she had put the coffee on the table in front of them, she sat down besides him and laid her hand on his leg. Toby was still recovering from the astonishment about her luxury apartment and said:

“Man, this must cost a fortune in rent!”

“Rent?” she laughed, “You don’t know my daddy. No, he just bought it for me. On a small condition of course: I should study international law so that I can follow him in his steps in the partnership. Oh well, he is unaware of the fact that I also study international penal law”.

“Why that?” Toby inquired.

“It is a more interesting and rewarding field. I’m really interested in the perpetrators. Not in what they did, that’s all unforgivable inhuman and beastly. No, I’m intrigued in why they did it, in their motives, in what went on in their heads when they planned it and what went on in their heads when they actually did it. Maybe I should have studied forensic psychiatry but then I would be in the same kind of room as you are”.

“And…”, Toby hesitated, “Does he know about Regina?”

“No,” she nodded emphatically, “and he doesn’t need to know. What does not know, what does not hurt”.

“And when he is at your door unexpectedly?” Toby asked.

“Won’t happen”, she said, “With his agenda he has to create time if he wants to see his son and he makes an appointment. So when he arrives the door is opened by Reginald and all lingerie and girls clothing is locked safely in the wardrobe. But anyway, now about your problem…what do you think of Luyu?”

“Luyu?” Toby asked surprised.

“A girl’s first name”, she said laconically.

“Turkish?” Toby wanted to know.

“No. Native-American. I was unable to find out which language but it is definitely Native-American. It means “Wild Dove” so it has a hint of freedom, both physically and metaphorical”.

Toby felt uncertain what he had to do with all this information although he liked the implicit reference to freedom. So, he asked carefully:

“Very nice, but what do I have to do with a girl’s first name?”

“Hi hi,” she giggled, “Because you’re going to be a sister”.

“A sister?”, he asked, still not realizing the full impact of what she said.

“Yeah, you’ll become a t-girl, like me. That is the solution for your problem. I’ll explain. It took me a long time to figure it out. I had to do a lot of reading and researching. And being more familiar with the writing style of some court verdict it was pretty hard to grasp what is written in the Gospels and the Old Testament”.

She paused for a few seconds and then continued:

“All Christian religions claim that they are founded on the Gospels, the Life and Words of Jesus Christ. Funny thing about homosexuality in this respect is, that the Gospels contain no reference at all to it. And if there are no references there can’t be any condemnations. No, you’ll find the references and condemnations in the Old Testament, which has a certain secondary importance in Christianity. But….here only reference is made of sex between males. Sex between females is mentioned nowhere and not sanctioned as a result. So, although out of different grounds than I did it, if you become a t-girl you won’t have to burden your consciousness”.

“But…”, Toby sputtered in objection, “we are two boys, can’t see the difference”.

“No,” she said determined, smiling broadly, “we’re not two gay boys. We’re two lesbian girls”.

“Shrewd”, Toby said slowly.

“Well, I feel that shrewd always has some kind of negative connotation”, she said thoughtfully, “I prefer to call it creative and innovative”.

Toby was not convinced and asked:

“But where does this gay prosecution come from then?”

“I don’t know exactly”, Regina said, “but it starts in the Middle Ages and was started by the Church. Before that nobody bothered about sex between men. Actually, take a look around in the Roman and Greek classic literature, you’ll find it by the dozen. I loved to read it at school, really feasted on all the implicit erotic indications”.

“So, if I understand it right you’re going to camouflage me to delude God?”, Toby summarized his understanding.

Regina just nodded in confirmation.

“But God knows everything!” Toby objected.

She looked at him in mock surprise and with a mysterious smile she countered:

“Is that so? That remains to be seen, doesn’t it?”

She took her last sip of coffee and without waiting for Toby to finish his she took him by the hand, taking him to the bedroom.

“Come on, let’s see what we can find for you, sweet mousekin”.

The bedroom was as was to be expected: beautiful and luxurious. It was dominated by a large comfortable bed, while one wall was completely covered with white-shining wardrobes. She opened one of the doors and rumbled in it as if she was looking for something. Over her shoulder she said:

“Get undressed, mousekin! I’ll have a look around what might fit you”.

In short time he stood naked in her bedroom. She turned around, looking at him to gauge his size but could not resist a short lick over her lips. Finally she gave him a satin-like Bordeaux-red lingerie set and said:

“Try this”.

Toby started to put it on, but unused as he was to suspenders, bra bracelets and girdles he was pretty clumsy at it and needed Regina’s help. But in the end he managed and stood before the mirror, studying himself.

“Cool, sweetie!”, she exclaimed excited. He had to admit: it looked charming and the soft texture felt great on his skin.

However, she was not satisfied yet. She rumbled through the wardrobe a second time and gave him a very short black leather skirt and a kimono-like short multi-colored blouse with bright colors. After he had put them on and had looked at the result in satisfaction, she took him to the dressing table and put him in front of the mirror to start his first make up. Although it was a totally strange experience to him, he loved the feeling of the red lipstick being put on his mouth, he enjoyed the soft brush with which Regina put the rouge on his cheeks and felt great when she put on eye shadow and eye liner. At the end a blond wig was put on his head and to make the finishing touch she put a small necklace with sparkling blues stones around his neck. Satisfied with the result she looked at him and asked in anticipation:

“Well mousekin, what do you think of Luyu?”

Toby looked in the mirror. He didn’t see himself, but he saw Luyu, a breathtaking beautiful girl, who had no resemblance with whom he really was underneath her. Actually, he felt like Luyu and was perfectly happy with that feeling, as if he had carried her all along inside him without knowing it. Regina stood in tense anticipation, waiting for his answer.

“Well?” she insisted.

“Cool!” Toby exclaimed breathless, “absolutely cool!”.

He was unable to tear his eyes away from the image in the mirror: the red blushes on her cheeks, the carefully “uncarefully” styled blonde lock of hair that fell over her eyes, the slightly outstanding lustrous hair, falling over her shoulders.

“Mousekin, if you go to the park like that, you’ll have eight worshippers around you in three minutes”, Regina joked.

“Oh no!”, Toby cried out startled, “I will only do this when I’m with you, for you!”

He saw in the mirror how she bended over and felt her soft kiss in his neck.

“Ah, so a bit macho as well?” she asked teasingly.

“Well, maybe a bit”, he grumbled back, feeling somewhat insecure.

It could be expected that the two love birds would end up in bed, but that was not to be. Instead Regina took her new sister back into the living room and started to explain her how t-girls move and behave, that a dick or willie or prick was no longer that, but had become a clitoris. When Toby sat with his legs slightly spread out of habit she tapped him on one leg, put one leg over the other and said:

“No…girls sit this way!”

Of course they spent the night together. It was a stormy repeat of the sweet and tender lovemaking of the week before, that only ended when the neighbour bumped on the wall halfway through the night. They heard a muffled voice asking angry “if it could be done a bit quieter”. Giggling they went to sleep. The neighbour could be pleased with the result.

What also was to be expected was, that Toby terminated the rent of his room and moved in with Regina, but only on the condition that he would pay half of their household. After initial resistance she had given in grudgingly. For her it was only a matter of a lot of money becoming a little more lot of money. For Toby is was a welcome reduction in his monthly expenses.

On a rainy and cold autumn evening Toby closed his study book and let go a tired sigh. Somewhat too emphaticallyand with sparkling eyes he said:

“I’m tired. I’m going to bed”.

“Fine, sweetie. I’ll take a shower first and then I’ll join you”, Reggie answered in a perfectly normal way.

Once in the bedroom Toby turned into Luyu again. He had learned to do it by himself, not as perfect as Regina did it, but it was pretty OK as a good substitute.

After about half an hour Reggie entered the bedroom naked. Luyu marveled at the sight of her naked friend and her eye immediately fell on the pretty aroused condition of his penis. Without realizing it she spread her legs a little. Reggie lied down besides her, took her in his arms and gave her an intense loving kiss.

“Hey, honey…no Regina tonight?” she asked curiously.

Reggie shook his head with glamorous eyes and started to stroke her naked shoulder softly and tenderly. He coughed and then said with emotion in his voice:

“No. You taught me there is no need to play a role when I’m with you. So I am here as the guy I really am in the hope you will love it. I think I can manage it as simply being Reggie!”.

It touched her immensely and a tear rolled from her eye. She looked him straight in the eyes and panted:

“Come, my dearest darling, come inside me. I need you…I want to feel you inside me!”.

Careful, tender and with a tremendous respect he entered her tight temple of love. She felt his tip penetrating in her and spurred him on with a deeply breathed “Yeessssss!! Yeeeesss”.

The shaft followed, careful and loving. While doing so he kissed her where ever he could kiss her. It was no sex, it was an intense celebration of their love.

Luyu closed her eyes, her head fell in the pillow, filled with the feeling of intense lust and pleasure, her belly rhythmically cramped together under his soft thrusts and she surrendered to this blissful ecstasy. Kevin, Sebastian and even Stephan faded into the nebulous underworld of forgotten memories. She reached her climax exactly at the same time as her lover spurted his hot semen in her and with a deep sigh she received her school playground full of unborn children.