A gay sex stories: My Evolving Transition Ch. 07 My Evolving Transition Ch. 07 (The Park, Aftermath)
Introduction:
I fled town after I was groomed and then outed as a faggot at a party. While away, I found myself and returned with the temptation I was hiding from. Cock. I had the urge to experiment to the extent that I started dressing up a little bit girly before hooking up with an old friend. Before my life changed after I was broken by a gang of thugs or broken-in by them.
The Story:
The decision
After I was turned into a femboy fucktoy inside the park, I gingerly walked home. I was stiff, sore, embarrassed, and fascinated.
I immediately ran a bath once I arrived at my loft at around 07:00 AM. Then I went to bed.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw huge black cocks and saw replays of the drama from the park.
For 6 weeks I was Zayne’s, he fucked me almost every day.
I was stiff, sore, and tender for most of the week and had caught a cold.
I was barely 5ft. 6 in. or 169 cm, it’s not the height that’s changed, it’s my muscle tone and weight. A year ago, I was, 180 pounds, now below 155 pounds and shrinking. All the walking I have been doing plus all the extracurricular workouts with giant black men, has helped stop my body being flabby.
After four days I rang Zayne and told him what’s been happening, and that I had caught a cold. I didn’t tell him that I couldn’t help but fantasize about those big black guys and their even bigger cocks.
I was too sore to come over this week. Plus, I had trouble going to the toilet for a few days.
I wasn’t prepared for what happened to me in the park. Was it rape, probably. Did I enjoy it, yes. Then why do I have nightmares about it?
A few days after I spoke to Zayne, I limped to the bus stop and visited my GP Doctor.
I enquired about Tiffany’s pills, which I had taken for close to a year. She inspected the small jar and then looked at her computer, before filling me in on what I was taking.
I sat in a chair, shocked and curious, by what she told me.
“Whoever told you these were headache or migraine pills, was dreaming,” I sat still as she went on. “You have in fact been taking a prototype pill with a combination of Estrogen and Spironolactone,” it meant nothing to me. “How long have you been on these?” she asked. “Maybe a year,” I said and shrugged my shoulders. “Ok, you’ve been taking some sort of hormone replacement pills,” she said.
She then told me to strip and examined my body, my balls, my ass, and my puffy man boobs. My doctor also to blood and urine samples.
Then she finished by saying that I was already in the early stages of changing from male to somewhere between male and female characteristics. Also, I had to make an appointment for next week for my results and to decide whether to wean off the pills or continue, with pills and injections.
*
I felt ashamed, confused, angry, and in deep thought while sitting on the bus ride home.
From, as far as I can recall I had always admired women. Not to be confused with how I feel about them right now, but I did envy how their hips gyrated while they walked, and how wearing a simple pair of heels made men glued to their butts. It’s something a guy couldn’t get away with, without being teased or bashed.
My interest in women as far as sex, was non-existent.
In fact, I rarely thought about jacking off anymore, only as a passing thought would I, and only to see if it still works. My body hair had started to thin or fall out, while my facial hair grew slower and less. Those things I didn’t mind much at all.
That’s probably why Tiffany picked me to be her easy target and experience. She easily messed with me and had me wrapped around her finger. Well, I have a different opinion of Tiffany now. She was the personification of evil, now.
I moped around my house for two days. Mom knew something was up, but I didn’t say anything.
Recently I wondered what it would be like to have a set of tits, long before the effect started from Tiffany’s special pills. In my case the pills made me grow moderately tiny man-boobs. Not only that, but I also recently started wondering what it would be like to be the eye candy for men. It is part of the reason I was getting into wearing girly clothes of late.
To have my every movement watched, while dressed up girly was a current fantasy.
It’s over a year since I first started those pills and 10 days since the scam was brought to my attention. I had to make a choice soon.
Damn, Tiffany and her fucking games.
Ever since the park episode, I’ve desired to be a woman.
*
It’s now been 20 days since I went to the doctor, and four weeks since I last saw Zayne. I was still juggling with the idea of starting my trans journey or being a female trapped in a man’s body.
Another month had passed since being gang fucked by the thugs, I would catch the bus, wherever I went. Zayne’s place and home.
Yesterday, I decided to visit Zayne, to help me decide on my future, and to get some action. I wore a red skirt, Fishnet stockings, Doc Martin boots, a Raptors basketball top, black lipstick, and eyeshadow, and caught the bus.
Zayne fucked me a few times yesterday and I got home unscathed.
Today, I caught the bus, wearing more girly clothes. I wore knee-length Ugg boots, a dark grey mini skirt, a large black T-shirt, various tribal bangles and necklaces, a fake fur jacket, and a fake leather red handbag, and I was on my way to the mall to visit my doctor.
Before she could utter a word, she looked at me and how I was dressed. Then we both sat.
“I gather you want to start hormone therapy, properly,” she said. “Yes,” was my answer. I was given a few scripts and told to go to a clinic, on Friday for the start of my injections.
I then went to a café, before returning home, pleased with my choice. On the way I rang Zayne, and he sensed I would choose to do the therapy and knew his days of fucking me were limited. I craved bigger cocks that he couldn’t compete with.
The thing that swayed me was, I fantasized about being a girl and now I was going to morph into one. I was at an age to fulfill my desire before I turned 24.
Ever since those thugs went thru me like a tornado, and broke me mentally, all I crave was big cocks. I didn’t tell my doctor was I was a slut for big cocks, after being used and abused by a mob of black thugs.
*
So, on Saturday as I headed to Zayne’s place, for a session. I was wearing leather boots, fishnet stockings, ripped denim shorts, a white tank top, a western jacket, and a cowboy hat, along with bangles and a choker.
Just about halfway, I made a sudden detour and ventured into the park.
It was just before midnight and felt the urge to visit, BX9 territory.
The first sight I saw when I got close to the toiletry and picnic area was Tiffany, but she wasn’t alone. Tiff was busy, she had her legs wrapped around a female friend’s waist. Her leather pants were dangling off one foot, and her arms were clinging around her female friend’s shoulders and neck. Her female friend had her fingers jamming into Tiffany’s snatch. Tiffany was in a world of her own, with her eyes rolled back into her skull, showing just the whites of her eyes, and moaning. Her girlfriend was sucking and feeding on her neck, much like Venom, from Spiderman comics.
Tiffany wasn’t who I was after, so I walked by them, with a confident strut. I was searching for gang members. They seemed to be the only ones that could scratch my itch, I needed scratching.
I’m sure, I could satisfy my big cock desire in other places in town, but they weren’t for catch and release. These thugs may have fucked the shit out of me and had me sore for a week but let me go once they had finished with me. Also, I didn’t have the guts to ask a perfect stranger, “Have you got a big cock?”, or “Can I suck your cock?” or “Would you like to fuck my ass?”
I arrived at the right spot at about 12:15 PM, just past midnight, and did as the boss ordered. That was, to dress girly, get dolled up, remove any underwear, and then wait inside the restrooms for gang members.
I waited for 10-15 minutes, and paced up and down, with my arms crossed. I looked up at the restroom clock, every now and then. Once it hit 12:45 PM, I decided on plan B, Zayne.
As I pulled my knicker back up, I heard someone entering the restrooms. I stood back against the wash bays and nervously waited.
He looked me over and then made eye contact. I don’t know if he’s part of the crew, but I sensed he was thinking about it.
He then unzipped his pants and out popped his flaccid cock. I watched him then my eyes widen, as I gazed at it. My mouth watered, as he held it in a hand and flopped it around.
“You want it?” he asked still flopping it around. I walked over to him in a seductive manner and put it in my hand, I then dropped to my knees and kiss it. I kissed it, licked it, and put my mouth all the way down his shaft. Once I put it in my mouth, there were no second thoughts. That cock was mine until I got my prize, of him cumming in me.
I stretched my mouth over his cock and sucked on it by running my lips all the way down his shaft. He let out a tiny moan.
“Can I fuck you?” He soon asked. I kept bobbing up and down on his cock. He again asked, soon after.
“YEAH, yes you can, sweetie, I want you to fuck me!!” I frantically answered with saliva running down my chin. I then went back to sucking on his moderately sized black cock. While I was on my knees, I noticed he was texting a fair bit. I didn’t ask, it might be for some more dudes from the crew.
So, I sucked his cock for good more, before he wanted to fuck me. He had me face-down across the washbasin, where you wash your hands. My torso hung off the edge of the top, with my butt in the air and my legs barely holding me up. Where he spread my legs apart and inserted a finger into my ass. That put a smile on my face. It was then I looked into the large mirror in front of me.
Then he started to finger fucking me and using the soapy hand cleaner to lube my ass. I was moaning slightly, watching him work from the mirror’s reflection.
When he thought I was near ready, he leaned in and pressed the head of his cock against the entrance of my ass. It eased itself in, and almost bottomed out before it hit a roadblock.
He waited and then started to grind it in deeper by inches. I groaned and writhed anxiously, while he slowly inched inside.
When he finally breached my resistance, I let out a squeal and a groan followed by a tiny moan. In his reflection in the mirror, he had this large smile, like he had potted the 8-ball.
Then he started to slide his cock in and out of my anal channel, very slowly and methodically at first, and vigorously in time. By the time he was going all out and thumping me like a jackhammer, I had to fold my arms in front of my head, to stop my face from hitting the wall and mirror. I was left moaning the whole time.
He gripped my hips and pounded my ass for several more minutes. I was feeling it, and it felt good. He started sweating from all the energy he was using. Then I was the one who made noises, I moaned loudly and then squealed like a girl, my legs gave way as I cum.
As I was moaning, I look at his reflection in the mirror, he had a wry smile on his face. I was taking a thumping from someone with a big cock, and I was enjoying it. When I peeked into the mirror and saw his face look so serious.
I soon knew why. He began to moan, and his cock felt like it was about to breed me, and that’s what he did. He continued to thrust but held his cock deep inside me, as he huffed and puffed until he was spent and out slipped his cock.
Before I could respond, he slapped my ass. Then he hi-fived a hairy-chested fat white guy, who then took his place. That must have been who he had been texting.
He slid right in without any drama, as my ass was fresh from the other guy. No lube or soap was needed as cum was the lube. He just rammed his hard cock into my willing ass and held onto my hips.
I looked in the mirror and saw more dudes, they didn’t look like the crew from the park. They looked more like factory workers or truckies. They were all removing their shorts or trousers and waiting their turn. I was starting to think that these weren’t the crew after all, because I didn’t remember seeing any white dudes or any of them before today.
“We’re gonna make you, our whore!” I heard one of them say. That is what they did, as soon as one guy fucked me, they’d leave, and the next guy fucked me. Once all five dudes, had slammed their cocks into me and filled my ass with cum, they left one by one.
I just lay on top of the basin a bit cramped up in the hamstrings, with cum oozing out and down my ball bags.
When they had gone, I stood up and felt the gaping hole of my ass, then stretched out my legs and hamstring.
When I exited the washroom, I was shocked to see a few members of the crew standing there.
There was no way I could explain myself, standing before them. My skirt just fell off as I stop. Lt revealed my cummy flaccid cock.
I was naked from my belly down to my boots, with cum dangling from my cock, and I joined them, they saw the cum juice oozing out my ass, and down my inner calves.
I told them what happened, and I didn’t know it wasn’t them. They laughed. Then one of them rang someone.
*
“Cute, isn’t she,” someone said, I could tell by the look of anger in some of their eyes. “Now we’re going to give you the fucking of life butt-boy,” another said, with lust in his eyes. I could tell from the bulging muscles on some of their shoulders, my night wasn’t thru.
I was called over and as I did, my cock swung from side to side, dangling cum in strands.
“Be a good boy, and get on your knees,” the first guy. I dropped to my knees and watch a big black guy walk towards me.
Kneeling in front of a larger man, and seeing his large cock dangling before me, and knew it will be my job to make it hard, wet, and cum. I watched in awe as he approached.
While on my knees on the damp grass, my ass started twitching and slowly evicting more cum from within. The big black dude slapped my forehead with his large cock and then began part two of being used like a whore.
Once I started to suck on his cock, the others started to take their clothes off and come towards me. Soon I was sucking cock and stroking cock, while on my knees.
Then I was forced lower as another guy squeezed his cock into my ass and started fucking me. He started off smooth and controlled at first, before finding a nice rhythm for him and me to start moaning.
They all started fucking me slowly and controlled before slamming the shit out of my ass until everyone had bred their seed into me.
Then a new guy showed up, I was then picked up and put face down on the picnic table. That’s when the new guy, brought out a tattoo gun, bourbon was spilled over my lower back.
By the time he had finished, I had the inscription on my lower back, BX9. It wouldn’t be my last bit of ink added to my flesh, but it was my first.
“Now, no one will stooge you or fuck with you, without consequences,” one dude said, and left me.
I went back inside to clean up, and re-dressing, before walking and waiting for the early morning bus and going home.
Continued….