A gay sex stories: My Evolving Transition Ch. 04 My Evolving Transition Ch. 04 (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:
No Turning Back, hook, line, and sinker
The Greyhound bus went thru the last few towns before returning home. I was already missing Jessa and that bar. Three months had passed since I first went on my sabbatical, and I returned low on money, even more confused.
The first thing I did was say hello to my mother after I returned home. She looked at how I was dressed and then hugged me. Nothing was said, but her body language pretty much said it all.
A week had passed since I returned and the only person, I had communicated with was my mother, and Jess via email. I spent most of my time locked up in my loft, experimenting with various clothes and make-up, when not in the house with my mother. Due to my anxiety, I still didn’t want to face anyone locally.
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Then one day after a month of hibernating at home, my mother asked me to go to the mall and get her some things from the arcade chemist, while she was at work. I was down to the last few headache pills that Tiffany gave me. I still had four repeats left for spironolactone, so I reluctantly agreed.
So, she left for work. I decided to test out if I could get away with going to the mall in disguise. So, wore a basketball top, tassel shorts over skin-tight yoga pants, cowboy boots, sunglasses, a puffy raincoat vest, and tied my hair in a ponytail. Before going, I looked in the mirror, to check out how I looked. I then added a black covid mask, which was the icing on the cake.
The bus stop was two blocks from my place and past a large park. While walking to it, I prayed that no one from my recent past would notice me. No one did.
It was a ten-minute wait and a twenty-minute ride to the shopping precinct.
Once, I left the bus, I casually entered the mall entrance.
Things ran smoothly until I went to the drugstore for my script. The pharmacist looked at me strangely when handing me my spironolactone and my mother’s scripts. He was about to say something to me when another customer interrupted us.
I paid for my items at the counter and left. That’s when I almost walked into an old-school buddy from my past and before Tiffany.
He looked at me surprised, as I was basically dressed in drag, compared to how I used to dress.
I hadn’t seen Zayne, since 10th grade, he didn’t comment on my attire. We exchanged numbers and promise to catch up soon. I then popped my medicine in my backpack and then went ahead, window shopping.
Then I waited anxiously for my bus from the mall, and back home. I was worried that more people from my past, notice me.
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The bus stopped near a public park, which wasn’t that far from Zayne’s place. While in disguise, I walked around the park. As the park had a reputation and not a good one. I spotted from a distance, while I walked and dressed girly, a ghost from my recent past.
Lingering by the park restrooms, along with a bunch of thugs. Tiffany.
She had her back against a large tree, in the braces of a feral-looking girl, with red and purple dreadlocks. They didn’t see me, as they were too busy with each other. Neither did any of the thugs.
There were young kids with their mothers at the playground, not that far from them.
I only glanced at them briefly but saw enough. Tiffany was raised off the ground and against the tree, with her legs wrapped around her feral friend’s waist. Her friend had a hand inside Tiffany’s opened leather pants and fingering her cunt.
Differently today, Tiffany was changed. She never wore leather pants or denim vests. Today, she looked like a bikie chick.
I started to pick up my pace and go home, as my cock was getting hard, watching the lesbian action.
Once I was home, I unpacked my backpack and placed my mother’s stuff in the kitchen, and then headed to my loft. I quickly undressed and I quickly rubbed my cock, re-imagining Tiffany with her new friend, and imagining Jess was here.
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A week had passed since I bumped into Zayne, at the mall. So, I decided to contact him and paid him a visit later that day. We once used to be close friends, that was before I hooked up with Tiffany. We soon drifted apart, so far that when I saw him in the mall, it was the first time in three years we had spoken.
Now I knew I had to forget about Tiffany and move on, even though she was still in my head.
So, off I went to Zayne’s place I went. It was about a four, maybe five-block walk to his house from mine.
I remember it was a warm day, and I wore my hair in a ponytail, a tank top, board shorts, socks, jocks, a bucket hat, sunglasses, and jogging shoes.
His mother let me in, as she was leaving for work. He was pleased to see me and led me downstairs to the basement, his room.
We talked a bit of shit before watching some sports on TV. He cranked up the music and put the Xbox on. We played the “Witcher”. One thing I noticed was that his taste in music had changed from when I hung out with him at school. He was right into grunge and frat rock, now he’s listening to new-age R’N B garbage.
After a few beers, I decided to turn the volume down and tried to drown it out.
Zayne changed games, and now we were playing “Call of Duty”.
After a few more hours of playing video games, and drinking beer, I needed to pee.
When I returned from the toilet, he was smoking from a bong, and the Xbox was off, but his DVR was on and playing porn. As I sat back down, he passed me the bong. So, we smoked weed and chilled out for a while, with porn playing in the background.
I paid little attention to it while, as we smoked from the bong and relaxed.
Then while I was waiting for my next turn, I noticed that the porn we were watching was of bisexual content.
Everyone in the video was either sucking cock or eating pussy. Then before I could say anything, the bong was given back to me. In the back of my mind, I was thinking, why are we watching a bisexual porno, is he gay or messing with me?
After several more minutes of passing the bong around, I was starting to get high. That’s when I saw two dudes in a 69-position giving each other a blowjob. The redhead with big tits, started licking one of their assholes. That’s when I started watching the video with a bit more interest and was wishing that it was me in the video. Then in the cover of my eye, I spotted movement.
Zayne had his cock out, and he was rubbing it while sneaking glances between, the video and me.
“I see you like the movie,” he smugly said.
I didn’t answer and crossed my arms. It did bring back old memories of the two of us, in the woods, regularly jacking off, walking around naked, and skinny dipping. Nothing gay. Back in our juvenile days, before Tiffany came into my life.
He was stroking his cock looking at me for a reaction, and then stood up, and went to his fridge.
When he returned, he was naked, he also brought back two cans of Jim Beam and Dry. I didn’t know what to say or do, as he tossed me a can, which I almost dropped while stargazer at his cock.
“Are you impressed?” he cheekily asked and waved it in front of me. I just stared at it with a slight smile and said nothing.
“I suspected you were into cock by how you were dressed at the mall, a last week,” he said gloating. I sat there mesmerized by his cock wobbling near my head.
He guzzled down his Jim Beam. Then he strolled off to grab more refills and another video, and in the meantime, I drank my can.
I watched the next DVD, which had two guys being ravaged by a girl sucking their cocks, like a dog chewing a bone. Zayne was still out in his kitchen, so, I decided to get into the act and removed my shorts, shoes, and tank top. I still had my cap on but backward and socks down.
There we were, two old school buddies reacquainting ourselves to old times, naked, alcohol in hand, watching porn, and playing with our cocks to porn. Just like high school.
Zayne left the room yet again.
I sat there with a can in one hand, while rubbing my balls, watching some blonde chick being spit-roasted by two guys on DVD.
By the time Zayne returned, one of the guys was kissing the other, while the girl was stroking one of their cocks, and sucking the other. Then she’d switch between cocks, face full of cum. I sat there sipping my can while fondling my balls and getting horny.
Then I noticed Zayne standing there with a bong in one hand, and can in the other, watching me. He then sat next to me, nude like me, then passed me the bong. I put my can down and took a hit to the bong. Then I exhaled the smoke from my lungs.
The weed was much stronger than earlier, causing a massive headrush and my eyes flickered slightly and roll to the back of my head.
I felt the buzz and lost track of time.
When I snapped out of it, one of the guys was fucking the other in the ass, while the girl was kissing the guy being fucked.
By the time the bong came back to me, I was feeling quite frisky and horny. I also felt a little drowsy and kept rubbing my balls and dreaming or wishing to be fucked in the ass.
I was so out of it, that I was fighting off passing, my head would move forward then flick back up, then down again.
Zayne was standing next to me, with his hand on his cock and shaking it around, and not far from my head. I hadn’t twigged until I opened my eyes that, Zayne had changed the porno. It was a full-on gay porn DVD, with men fucking other men.
He wasn’t watching me but the DVD, I was almost powerless to resist, after my last hit from the bong. I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth. He let me.
He caressed my hair, while I swallowed his cock and went to work on it.
I let my mind run wild, as I took his cock inside deeper and deeper. In no time Zayne was swaying his hip and thrusting his cock into my mouth. He began to let out tiny moans. I started mixing it up and started to lick and suck on his shaft and cock. My tongue lashed around his cock, like ice cream, before swallowing it deep in my mouth.
After about three minutes, Zayne was fully hard and pulsating. Once again, I was back to work, sucking his cock. I wanted to make him cum, but I wanted him to enjoy it too. He was quiet but I was the one moaning, as I enticed his cock to cum.
It was another 3, maybe 5 minutes before his cock started to spasm and begin to spray cum inside my mouth. I didn’t stop there and kept sucking, and jerking his cock, into my opened mouth. He squirted five to six more times into my opened mouth and onto my tongue. I then withdrew his cock and showed him his cum, before swallowing what was in my mouth.
After another two minutes of kissing, licking, and jacking his wet cock, we stopped.
We drank some more Jim Beam can, with gay porn playing in the background. Zayne compliment me on giving him a blowjob and how good I was at it.
After that day, I sucked his cock two-to-three times a week, while his mother was at work. I started feeling better about myself, knowing I had a fun buddy to play with.
That wasn’t the end of our night, not yet.
We went back to playing video games, drinking Jim Beam, and smoking weed from a bonk. He was distracting me while I tried in vain, to play video games, solely because he kept playing with my now moist cock.
I couldn’t stop him, and after a few minutes, I gave up on playing the game.
At the time I was in the middle of smoking weed from a bong, and he decided to put my cock in his mouth. I was too high to stop him and let him have some fun. Three guys were fucking and sucking each other, on the T.V., and I was loving it.
He had my cock in his mouth for a good five minutes. Normally I would have cum by now. For some strange reason, my cock started to go flaccid. I hadn’t been able to get a full hard-on for quite some time. So, Zayne then stopped and got up and forced me face-down onto the coach.
That’s when he began to try, putting something inside my ass. I wriggled to a side, gripped my ass-cheeks opening my ass, so he would have better access to my asshole. Then when he had the object inside my ass and started to fuck me with it, I let out a moan.
It was the handle of a plastic brush. He went about fucking my ass with this brush while caressing my balls and cock. I might not be hard, but he was leaving me moaning.
He soon replaced the brush with two fingers, coated with lube. I was moaning and humming, for the first time since I was with Jessa last.
This went on until I emptied my balls over his couch.
We had another hit from the bong, and he went back to lubing up my asshole. I sipped on a Jim Beam, while he fiddled inside my ass.
“Darling, I’m going to fuck you, so relax,” he leaned over and whispered. I just nodded okay. He no longer referred to me as his old mate but as a girl, he’d pissed up.
He had me back on my stomach and bent over his couch, again. I was eager and compliant. My cock was running liquid like a runny nose.
Then that’s when I felt the head of his cock, try to enter my ass. What I saw of his cock it was about 6 inches long and about as thick as mine.
Then he reached over with a tiny bottle and stuffed it under my nose.
“Breath, just breath,” I did and sniffed the poppers. He kept repeating himself, as he pushed his cock into my ass.
Within five minutes, he was inside and jamming his cock in and out of my ass.
As I was on my chest with my legs spread apart, I felt aroused. I was soon moaning as it’s been over a month since I last had a cock fuck me.
It’s then that it hit me, that the real reason I liked feeling like some dam chick and getting bred. Tiffany’s pills, my inner self was turning feminine, and making me crave cock.
Now while Zayne was jamming his cock in and out of my ass, I imagined that I was a chick, it made me even hornier. Each time his cock went deep, my cock would twitch, and I would moan.
I’d been broken from the day she gave me two years’ supply of scripts for spironolactone, and not long after the strap-on sessions began. I don’t care now, too late, as I felt good.
“Dam it feels good, dam it feels so good, dam I love being fucked” I started moaning while he fucked me. Zayne in the meantime grunted and groaned, as he pounded into me.
“Oh God, oh god,” I said moaning. Zayne fucked me harder and harder, making me moan even more. Zayne fucked me and made me feel lifeless, as his arms clung onto my hips, and he thumped his cock deep inside me.
“You’re loving it, aren’t you?” Zayne asked as he could hear me moan more.
“Oh god, of course, I love it, I love cock in me,” I said moaning. Suddenly the dam bursts and my back felt a small spark hit me from my balls to my neck. I cum like a river and felt like I was floating, as my orgasm hit me, and my legs turned numb.
He kept fucking me hard, without stopping. My cock had let go a few minutes ago and out came another jolt of cum. It felt strange, Zayne knew exactly how to break me, where had he learned to do that?
Jessa was still better, but he was 500 miles away. Zayne was here.
Zayne kept pounding in and out of me, as I lay collapsed on the couch. I just lay there mumbling, moaning, and taking more of a pounding from him. Eventually, I felt another sensation deep inside my ass, Zayne was now cumming too.
He kept pounding until his cock spat out cum deep inside me. He then slowed his pace, as squirt after squirt twitched inside my ass. My body had yielded to him long before he pumped his seed into me.
Zayne lay on top of me with his cock still wedged inside my ass. Until he leaned forward and ruffled my hair, before kissing and tonguing my neck like a deviate. He kept grinding into my ass ever so slowly.
“You ok, Tricksy, you’ve gone very quiet,” He asked, near my ear. I simply nodded.
“Wow, your ass was born to be fucked Tricksy, it’s still draining my cock,” Zayne said. He was right, no matter how hard I try to deny it, I craved to be fucked. I felt no shame or disgust, as I let myself submit so easily. Unlike that New Year’s Eve party embarrassment, I felt awesome.
I lay pondering the situation, while he ground his slow thrusts to a halt in my ass. His cum soon slowly seeped out from deep inside my bowels, as his cock grew limp and slipped out from my asshole.
Soon after he had removed his cock from my ass, totally, his cum started running out with it, from the gaping hole of my ass and down my balls.
If I know the Zayne of old, more was to come. We sat on the couch, still naked with our limp sloppy cock, and looked at each other.
We relaxed for a while smoking weed and drinking the odd Beam. Gay porn was on his TV, as we smoked some more weed. Then out of nowhere Zayne pulled me down to his groin and made me taste his cock again, until it slowly grew hard again.
So, all thru the night, we smoked weed and watched porn. While in between breaks, I would suck his cock, then smoke weed, before he’d fucked me. This went on for a while until he fucked me twice and I sucked his cock a few times.
After tonight, gay porn wasn’t such a stigma to me. Zayne was pleased I had visited and asked me back anytime.
I then walked home around 2:00 AM by the park, but not thru it. It was cold and I hugged my arms to my chest, I had already picked up some girly traits, like that.
I sensed a presence from inside the dark side of the park, so I quickened my walk.
When I arrived home, I noticed cum running down my inner thigh from my ass. I naturally made myself a hot shower and went to bed.
Part of me loved it, but a small part of me felt embarrassed.
I had visited an old friend and left with my ass bred by him.
Continued…