Part 1
“Do you want to know the sex of the child?” Dr. Salinzki asked as he placed the ultrasound’s transducer over Anne Williams’ belly. “Your baby should be developed enough by to be able to tell with the ultrasound.”
“I think it would be good to know that, don’t you?” Anne asked her husband.
“Easier to decorate the nursery, isn’t it?” Jeff Williams said in good humor.
“Okey-doke,” Dr. Salinzki said as the image of Anne’s uterus appeared on the screen. Salinzki studied it for a moment, and he frowned. “Um, Mrs. Williams? I could be mistaken, but this ultrasound seems to show… something…”
“What’s the problem, doc?” Jeff said, as his wife gripped his hand harder. Jeff didn’t like to beat around the bush.
“Well, your child appears to be…”
“Out with it!”
“The baby is a hermaphrodite, Mr. Williams.”
Anne and Jeff took it in. They were prepared for things like the baby being born with a mental handicap, but this sort of thing never crossed their minds.
“Are you sure?” Jeff asked, after too long a silence.
“It appears to be that way. But the baby is still developing, so it might not come out that way. If you look here-” Salinzki pointed at the screen, “-you can see the penis, and here the testicular sac is forming, but it appears to be forming around a vaginal opening. Now, I don’t mean to worry you if I’m wrong, so we’ll make some still images of this and send it to the lab, and next month we’ll do another ultrasound, and we may find out I’m just going cross-eyed.”
But Dr. Salinzki was not going cross-eyed, and the next month, when Anne and Jeff went back, the situation remained the same. The baby appeared to be forming a normal set of male genitals, but a vaginal opening still appeared on the sonogram. Mr. and Mrs. Williams had to be prepared for the possibility when the birth came around.
“But, this is not unheard of, of course,” Salinzki told them on their next check-up. “I have never personally delivered a hermaphroditic baby before, but a colleague of mine has, and when a baby is born like that, only one set of organs is fully formed, and the other is not, so surgery will take care of the unformed genitals, you see?”
“So, if the baby is equipped completely like a man, you’ll sew up the woman parts?” Jeff said.
“That’s one way of putting it, I suppose. And that, actually, is exactly what it looks like. Your baby is forming male genitals just fine, so the female genitals will not be fully formed when it’s born. So if you want to give your child the surgery, and I recommend it, you will be having a baby boy.”
Anne and Jeff discussed it, and decided that they would, indeed, have surgery done on the baby if the need arose.
There was a problem, however. When the baby was born, it turns out both sets of genitals were fully formed, which is exceptionally rare. Not many people had ever seen such a thing. Anne and Jeff didn’t know what to do. It was easy enough to name the baby Alex – whether that would be short for Alexis or Alexander was something else – but what gender role should they give their baby?
Dr. Salinzki explained that the baby might grow up being torn between the two gender roles – perhaps wanting to play with Barbie dolls and GI Joes, or the baby might simply gravitate toward one sex or the other, which, if surgery was to be performed, would leave a 50/50 shot at getting it right. The alternative – not getting surgery and letting the baby grow and decide for itself – would lead to numerous complications in social life. Things as simple as what bathroom to use might lead to endless embarrassments on the part of the child. Besides, they couldn’t possibly refer to the baby as “it” instead of “he” or “she”.
Faced with a decision, Anne and Jeff decided to go ahead with the surgery to remove the female organs and raise the child as a boy.
They guessed wrong.
Well, half wrong.
Alex did indeed grow up to fulfill the male social role: she played with action figures and videogames and hung out with the boys at school – and Alex’s parents were relieved. They appeared to have guessed right.
That is until, at the age of eleven, Alex started growing breasts. Alex’s voice never got deeper, and he never grew facial hair, or any other things that happen to boys when they hit puberty. Instead, Alex hit puberty like a girl – breasts, curves, the works (except for a period of course, as she no longer had that organ). And as for fulfilling the masculine gender role: if Alex had been a girl, would she not have simply been labeled a tomboy?
So, for the first ten years of Alex’s life, her parents raised a boy. But faced with obviously feminine puberty, they realized their mistake. They took her to a doctor, who confirmed their fear. Eventually, they sat Alex down and explained the situation. Alex took it well, and understood her parents’ decision at her birth. She did not get mad at them, but she asked plenty of questions and did not stop until she was satisfied. She was curious, rather than outraged, to her parents’ relief. When they finished their conversation, which lasted hours, Alex went off to bed to think about what she had learned.
In the morning, she told her parents that she wanted to be referred to as a girl from then on, and she wanted to go out and get a bra. She still liked to dress like a boy – plain shirts and jeans – but she began to shop in the girls’ section. She wore girl’s panties at first, too, but then decided they didn’t seem to fit right, and so stuck with boxers. She still hung out with the boys, because she was still a tomboy of sorts, but she started to grow her hair long. After talking with her school counselor and principal, she was allowed to switch to the girls’ bathroom. All of the students in her school knew now her full story, and she got two reactions. Some people were ok with it, and acted toward as if she were totally a girl, and others, like bullies and bratty girls, ostracized her for being different. She took it with pride, and never let it get to her. Her good friends defended her, and she got in trouble many times for fighting. She may have thought of herself as a girl, but she was not afraid to stand up for herself.
By the age of fifteen, bullies had already given up confronting her, but behind her back they called her names, Dicksy Chick being the most prevalent and punny. She knew, but she didn’t care. Everyone in the world could know she had a penis, and she wouldn’t care. She was used to it.
What she was not used to, however, was discovering her sexuality.
She discovered that she was attracted to boys, and she was quickly budding into one of the cutest girls in the school. Boys were attracted to her, too, but they would never admit it, and try their damnedest not to show it, because while they might stick up for her against the bullies, it would be social suicide to be seen in that kind of a relationship with Alex. Gay was the word of the day, and liking a dude, no matter if that dude should have been a chick or not, might get you killed by the bullies.
Since no boy would touch her, Alex learned to touch herself. She discovered masturbation, and sometimes she when she was talking to a cute guy, she would have to hold her books down at her crotch to hide her boner, just as the cute guys did around her.
Being a bit more flexible than most guys, she even learned to suck her own dick – and when she did that, she also learned she didn’t mind swallowing. She discovered porn like any boy does, and sometimes she imagined herself as the man in the scene, sometimes the woman – every once in a while she would fantasize about having a vagina, and she went a little sad at the thought.
She wanted a boyfriend, but even she knew why they didn’t want her. It seemed like an impossible barrier to get over, but then one day she mustered up the courage to get her cute friend Matthew away from the crowd, and asked him point blank if he would go out with her. Before he could think of the consequences, he said yes, and regretted it a moment later. He, like most of the boys in the school, thought she was really cute and really cool, so in the moment she asked, it seemed like an obvious answer to say yes.
Alex and Matthew both discovered quite quickly that somehow word had spread, and before they even had a date everyone knew that they were an item. But, to Matthew’s astonishment, everyone supported him, in public and in private. The bullies didn’t go after him, and no one called him gay. Someone once mentioned that he was “taking one for the team,” but no one laughed. The student body was ok with it.
Someone else wasn’t. Mrs. Roberts, the history teacher, heard the whispers, and felt the need to tell the principal, who felt the need to call Alex’s and Matthew’s parents. Alex’s parents were thrilled that Alex was going to have a normal relationship.
Matthew’s father was not so understanding. Matthew’s father beat him to a bloody pulp, told him he was a good-for-nothing faggot, and was summarily arrested for abusing his son.
Alex cried when she heard what had happened to him. She thought it was all her fault. She visited him once in the hospital, but he was bandaged and bloody and sleeping. She cried then, too, and couldn’t bear to see him again like that.
Matthew was in the hospital for a month, and was much worse for the wear after he got back. The loss of his father was the worst he suffered, but his new fear compelled him to break up with Alex. They had never had a single date.
Students heard what had happened to Matthew, and many of them didn’t blame him for splitting up with Alex. Some boys even began to be scared of their own parents, in place of the guilt they felt for secretly liking Alex.
A boy named John Woods was a bit braver than most students. He was one of many that found Alex attractive, so one day he went to his parents and asked point blank what they would do if he started seeing Alex as a girlfriend. His parents already knew about her, of course, and about what had happened to Matthew. But his parents did not get angry, and after the initial shock of the question, replied as calmly as they could that they would allow it, as long as John knew what he was doing.
The next day John asked Alex to be his girlfriend, at lunchtime, rather than in private, and with dozens of eyes upon her, Alex said “I don’t want you to get hurt, like Matthew got hurt.” She liked John, too, and couldn’t bear the thought of another person being put in the hospital on account of her.
Even though many kids winced at the mention of Matthew, John replied quite simply “I won’t be hurt.”
Alex was on the verge of tears, thinking of the consequences, but she choked them back, and said “Yes.”
There was no burst of applause, no cinematic explosion like the end of a cheap movie, but rather the hiss of whispers filled the air. People were apprehensive about this, mostly because they feared John’s safety. They didn’t know his parents had already accepted his decision.
But John sat down next to Alex, and held her hand for the rest of the lunch period to keep her from crying.
—–
John and Alex hung out more during school, and went on two dates, first seeing the latest Harry Potter movie, and then going to the arcade. They held hands in the hallways, but for awhile, that was the most that happened. The school collectively sighed in relief that John wasn’t beat up by his dad, and everything seemed to be going normal, just like any other couple.
With summer approaching, Alex and John decided to go mini-golfing for their third date. It turned into a double-date, as they met John’s friends Nancy and Scott there, just as they were starting. They decided to all play together. They all lived fairly close to the mini-golf course, so they walked home afterward. When they reached Alex’s street, Nancy and Scott said they would continue and John could bring Alex to her door.
Alone now, Alex and John stood awkwardly in front of Alex’s door, not really sure what to do. John counted the dates in his mind, and wasn’t sure whether to follow the “third date rule” or not.
He went for it.
John kissed Alex smack on the lips, but went a little too fast, so Alex almost fell. John caught her, but kept his lips on hers for as long as he thought was good. Both of them lost track of time in that kiss. Alex had obviously never kissed a boy before, and she didn’t know what to do. But she loved it, so after the shock faded she kept her lips tight to his, and closed her eyes to enjoy the kiss more.
John had kissed a girl before, but with the other girl he didn’t feel at all like he felt about Alex. He liked Alex as a cute girl, and he liked Alex because she was “just one of the guys,” and he liked Alex for a reason he couldn’t define, but whatever that reason was, it made his heart beat really fast.
John didn’t want to stop kissing her, but he eventually did when he thought it had been long enough, although he knew that he couldn’t exactly tell what “long enough” constituted.
Alex opened her eyes, and smiled. John gave her a brief hug and said goodbye. Alex wanted to hug him again, and kiss him again, but she knew she wasn’t supposed to. She said goodbye to him, and walked into her house.
John walked fast back up the street. He was full of energy quite suddenly and his heart was racing. At the top of the street, Nancy and Scott were waiting.
“Did you kiss her?” Nancy asked. Her tone said quite clearly that nothing would delight her more.
“That’s my business, I think,” John said, blushing.
“You did! You did!” Nancy shouted gleefully. Scott smiled at John in a way that meant the same thing as what Nancy was doing. That he was happy for them.
Alex no longer had a crush on John. She was now in full-blown 10th-grade love, and there was nothing more wonderful in the world to her.
The next day, Alex began introducing herself as Alexis.
———-
Part 2
It was 11 PM, but Alexis wasn’t tired. She usually went to bed around ten, but tonight she was especially horny, and no porn would comfort her. Usually she just looked up shemale porn, because she imagined herself more easily as the shemale than if she looked up plain straight porn or gay porn. Sometimes she watched videos where the shemale received, in others she gave. But today, neither was working. She had a boner, and was working furiously to get rid of it, but she was having a very difficult time.
It wasn’t even really about the porn, either. Usually, if she felt flexible that day and stretched out first, she could suck her own dick, and without even imagining anything she could cum, just from the feeling of a hot mouth around her dick, and of a hot dick in her mouth.
But it wasn’t her dick that was bothering her, really; it was the loneliness. Alexis and John had been going out for two months now, but they’d only gotten to first base and lingered there. No matter how many time he told her that he didn’t mind that she had a penis, he simply refused to go any further. He’d never touched it, he’d never seen it; he’d only seen the bulge in her jeans when she accidently got an erection in school. She hadn’t even yet gotten an erection from kissing him except once, because he stopped too soon and never really got going. They would kiss like he was from the sixteenth century or something: just a peck on the cheek here, long kiss goodnight with no tongue action at all. Only last Friday had they even gotten to French kissing, during a particularly bad movie that they had both decided to see just so they could sit in the back and make out without missing anything good. That was the only time she had gotten an erection as they kissed, and even in the dim theater, she noticed that John had one, too. But they stopped making out when the credits started to roll, so they could have time to calm down before they got up. The closest John got that night to touching her dick was when he put his hand on her thigh, but that wasn’t even when they were Frenching, only after they had stopped. John really liked to just stay above ground, touching her neck in a sensual way, rubbing her back… heck, he wouldn’t even touch her tits!
‘Maybe John is just a gentleman,’ she thought. ‘Maybe he’s going slow because he thinks I want to go slow. Well I don’t! I want him to acknowledge me! Acknowledge I’m a girl! Acknowledge I’m a guy! Just fondle me already!’
Aggravated with her lack of help from the internet, Alexis got up and went to the bathroom, naked, hard-on solid with no chance of backing down. Her parents were both in their bedroom with the door closed, and she could hear them trying to have sex quietly, so as not to wake her. It made her feel even worse that they were happily fucking, but she couldn’t even get her boyfriend to touch her tits.
Alexis stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, looking over herself. ‘Why wouldn’t he want me?’ she asked herself. She was budding into a beautiful girl. She was slender, a little bit curvy, with legs that curved delicately into her ass – a tight, cute, white-girl ass that was the envy of the other girls in school. Her belly was a bit flat, but she ate right and exercised, and hoped that would soon curve as finely as the models she’d seen in Seventeen Magazine. Her tits were smaller than she wanted, too, but she knew she wasn’t done growing yet, and anyway, at her age, they were well-formed breasts with cute little nipples that every guy wanted to fondle – ‘except John’, she thought, and sighed.
She was perhaps not the conception of ‘hot’ that some girls tried to make themselves, but John called her ‘cute’ often, and she thought that was a true compliment. Her face was somewhere between teen-cute and baby-cute, but definitely sweet-cute. She had perfect, almond shaped, spring-green eyes complimenting her straight, sunkist brown hair, which she liked to let drop past her shoulders or put up into a ponytail. Her small mouth fit her delicate chin perfectly, and John loved it when she bit her lower lip when she was deep in thought.
He said once that she was ‘naturally pretty’ and shouldn’t wear makeup, which was a good thing, because she didn’t like too. She tried it a couple times, but she didn’t like the way she looked. ‘Let’s face it, I’m a tomboy,’ she thought. TomBOY.
Then there was, of course, her penis. She looked at it in the mirror, looked at her testes, and decided that, given the fact that it was there, it certainly looked quite feminine. Even fully erect, she didn’t have a single blemish on her penis or testes, no sagging, no veins, no shift to one side like she had seen in some pornos. In fact, it kind of looked like a small child’s organs, being so smooth, its appearance flowing so naturally and easily to her body. Her penis was now over five inches long when erect, yet slim, but certainly still growing. The only thing missing was pubes. Her pubes simply hadn’t grown in. Her legs had started growing hair, and she was shaving them regularly, but not a single hair arrived anywhere near her privates. In a way, it was the cutest little package a girl could hope to have, fitting the rest of her cute little body to the letter. The only thing she didn’t like about her penis was the frenulum, that little part on the underside of the head that looks weird. Well, at least she didn’t have to look at it often.
She looked at her body in the mirror, turning around to look at her ass, turning it back to look at her breasts, and finding, really, no imperfections. ‘Why doesn’t John like me? And why won’t this freaking hard-on die already!’ She grabbed her dick and fiercely stroked it before just giving up. She was in no mood to try to suck it, and she couldn’t find any porn to get rid of it. ‘Do boys have this much trouble?’ she thought, and went back to bed in frustration.
—–
John Woods, himself, was having much the same problem. He had a boner that would not quit. He, too, tried looking at whatever porn he could find, but nothing worked. He couldn’t look at porn anymore. It just felt like… betrayal a bit. Jerking off to fantasies that weren’t about Alexis were getting harder and harder to do. Alexis would always come back into his mind. It was weird, at first, because he couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have sex with her. Obviously, vaginal was out of the question, and even when he tried to imagine her with one, it just didn’t sit right with him. So he tried to imagine getting a blowjob from her, but her cute, innocent face wasn’t capable of going anywhere near his dick. Then he considered anal, and that was alright for a while, but he couldn’t really imagine that, either. He couldn’t imagine what her penis would be doing the entire time. Would she have a boner? Would she be flaccid? Would she cum? Would her dick bounce around a bit?
Then last night John had a wet dream, where he was lying on the grass on a hill nearby the school, lying naked with Alexis. She wasn’t sucking his dick, exactly – she was kissing it gently, more like. Like as if she were pecking him on the cheek, only more slowly and sensually. As she was about to part her lips and put her tongue to his dick, he changed his mind, and got onto his stomach. He held one of her feet, and began kissing it, the moved to her ankle, her calf, her knee, her thigh – and then her dick was in front of his face. It was flaccid, just resting casually on her balls like he wasn’t doing anything at all erotic. He figured that he ought to take the plunge, and finally kissed her penis. It made not motion to rise, no recognition of what he’d done. He kissed it again, and again, and then finally just opened his mouth and let her dick slip in. The head of her dick was barely in his mouth when he came – and he woke up. He couldn’t stop himself, even though he immediately snapped out of his dream. His boxers got wet, his sheets got wet; it was a mess.
Even with masturbation, John would sometimes have wet dreams, and it was strange sometimes where his mind went when he wasn’t directing it. ‘But… oh, why not?’ he thought, ‘Why not just get over the fact that she has a dick and let her USE it?’
So John stopped the video he was watching and closed his eyes, imagining them naked on that hill – or better yet, and that movie when they started Frenching… yeah, that was a good day. John had wanted to go farther that day, much farther, but he just wasn’t sure how. ‘Well, now is the time to correct that mistake,’ he thought.
‘So, we’re sitting in the movie, and I’m kissing her – WE’RE kissing each other – and I move my hand to her waist… do I want to go up or down? Touch her tits, or – oh, for Christ’s sake DOWN! I reach inside her pants and grab her – penis. She’s hard… she makes a grab for me – she unbuttons my jeans… unzips my fly… wraps a finger around my dick… she smiles as she kisses me, I can feel it… Her whole hand grabs my dick. I grab hers, and I begin to stroke. We’re not wearing clothes anymore… we’re just naked in the movie. We’re stroking off each other… We’re-‘
John came rather suddenly, and he wasn’t prepared. He didn’t have his tissues at hand, and he was still sitting at his computer. Cum shot onto his keyboard, onto his hand, down the side of his dick – ‘shit, now it’s getting in my pubes!’ John thought to himself. This would be a mess to clean up, especially the keyboard. Was it even worth all that trouble?
Yes. Yes it was.
—–
The next day, after school, Alexis and John hung out at the skatepark with a few of their friends. John was feeling good, but Alexis looked dead tired. She didn’t tell John, but her boner really had kept her up much of the night. She never got it to go down, and didn’t recall falling asleep. She was relieved that it wasn’t there when she woke up in the morning, but she didn’t like the sexual frustration at all. She didn’t know what to do, because John didn’t want to do anything sexual with her.
She was wrong, though.
When John noticed that she looked so tired, he asked her about it. She vaguely mentioned not sleeping well.
John took that as his cue, and promptly hugged her. Alexis was swept up in it, for a moment; she loved the closeness of him, the feeling of his body against hers, how her chest was being squished just a bit against his chest, the pressure of his leg against hers, against her dick. She wasn’t sure how long the hug lasted, but she felt him kiss her temple, and whisper in her ear “Please feel better. I was hoping we’d do something tonight.”
How could she interpret that sentence? Did he mean just go for ice cream, or was he hinting at something more, because he was so vague?
“Okay,” she whispered back to him.
As John let go, Alexis had the feeling he lingered a little too long with his hand on her ass… or did she imagine it?
She thought about it, and John noticed she had a dazed look on her face, and, thinking maybe she was serious about getting no sleep, so he said “You alright? You sure you’re ok to stay awake tonight? Or maybe we could just call this short, like go to my house, make some coffee, and just play some games or something?”
Before she could answer, he shouted to his friends “Hey! We’re gonna go! See ya later!” and started to pull Alexis along with him.
After a few moments she regained the use of her legs and walked with him.
To both of them, the walk seemed to last forever, and then when it was over it seemed like it took no time at all. They reached John’s house, and he led her in. John’s parents weren’t home from work yet, so they had the house to themselves.
“Do you want that coffee, or do you just want to lay down?” John asked. “You look totally beat.”
“No, I can have coffee, it’ll be good,” Alexis said, not really sure if she meant it.
John started up a pot of coffee, and Alexis sat down at the kitchen table, feeling tired, but wired at the same time. She really had no clue what was going on, and she was kind of nervous.
John was as nervous as she was, but he didn’t show it. Instead, he showed total confidence, and acted quite like his normal self. He did show his concern for her, repeatedly asking her how she was feeling, but she just kept saying she was fine, not even noticing how many time he asked her.
Alexis took the coffee when it was ready and sipped it slowly. John was so wired he only drank his to give his hands something to do.
Despite finishing his cup long before Alexis did, John decided not to talk to her while she sipped her cupped. He wasn’t sure what to say and didn’t want to keep asking her how she was. He poured himself another cup, and finished even that one before she finished her first. Finally he could take it no more, so he took her cup out of her hands and put it on the table. He took her by the hands and led her upstairs to his bedroom. Her senses went on high alert when she realized where he was leading her, but she realized that something was finally going to happen. If they were just going to make out, they would just stay on the couch, maybe start by watching TV and moving on. But John was trouncing on protocol, but Alexis was ok with it.
They sat down on John’s bed, and started kissing. John was his usual, sensual self, starting slow, not jamming his mouth into hers like he had somewhere to be, but opening her mouth up gently. His hands began at her neck, rubbing her shoulders, then down and to her front. He placed a hand on her breast, above the shirt, but that didn’t matter much to Alexis. He was going for it, and it felt good. He placed his other hand on her other breast, and fondled them gently, just as he would massage her back.
Finally, Alexis decided to take off her shirt, followed quickly by her bra. John went back to groping them, but was kissing at a bit of a faster pace now. He was so delighted that he was showing his appreciation through his kisses, and through his hands.
John pulled away from her mouth, no matter how much he wanted to continue exploring it with his tongue, and kissed her chin, the moved down to her neck, slowly down to breast… When his mouth got there, he took one hand away, and then kissed a line down to her nipple. Having never played with a girl’s tits before, he wasn’t sure what to do with his mouth down there, but he sort of remembered what to do from pornos, so he started sucking her tit. He though he looked a little ridiculous, like he was trying to get milk out of her or something, but when he glanced up, she didn’t even have her eyes open anymore. She had given in to simply feeling everything he was doing.
Alexis was getting a hard-on, and a thought briefly flitted through her mind ‘What if he gets scared now?’ But it disappeared and was replaced with no thought at all. She could not think, only feel.
John, too, was getting an erection, and feeling it push against his jeans, he took it as his cue to see what hers was doing. Staying with his mouth on her breast, flicking her nipple with his tongue, John reached his hand down to her jeans and placed it lightly on her crotch. He could feel her penis, getting harder as he touched it.
‘Now or never.’
John unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped them, quite easily considering he wasn’t looking. But, before he touched it for real, he had to look at it.
John gently nudged Alexis so she was lying down, and he managed to take her jeans off. Only her bulging boxers stood between him and her penis. Only to torture himself, to postpone seeing what he desperately wanted to see, he kissed her from her breast down to her waistline. When he kissed her waist, she inhaled deeply. It was the greatest sound he’d ever heard, because it was the sound of her pleasure.
Wasting no time now, he slid her boxers down, keeping his eye on her crotch.
Her dick was cuter than any dick he had fantasized about, and now that he saw it, he couldn’t imagine it any other way. It went with the rest of her so perfectly he had no idea how he could not have imagined it like that.
He pulled her boxers the rest of the way off, then took off her socks. Just like in his dream, he began at her feet. He kissed her toes, and as he did so, she gasped again and spread her toes wide. His kissed each one, then kissed the bottom of her foot, moving on to her ankle, calf, knee…
When John got to her thigh, he had a plain view of her cock in front of him, and it was the closest his face had ever been to it. Her dick was in the air, waiting impatiently to be touched. But John put it off, taking extra long to kiss her thigh, then finally moved on, and without thinking, kissed her sac. She moaned now, and her sac and penis bounced a little. He kissed her sac again. This was just too much for her.
In her ecstasy, Alexis had wanted to cum since John kissed her waist, and had spent all her energy preventing herself from cumming thus far. But she could hold it in no longer, and when he kissed her sac again, this time parting his lips, she had an orgasm. The cum went into the air and landed all over her stomach. Her dick spasmed a lot, trying to get every last little bit of cum out of her system. As she came, she wrapped her legs around John and squeezed him tight.
John was surprised, but… he was ok with this. He got her off and he had never even touched her dick. But now, even though it didn’t matter, he still wanted to.
John moved his lips from her sac to the base of her dick, and he kissed it. Her dick convulsed again from the sensitivity. He kissed it again and again, a little farther up each time, and it kept convulsing. Finally, he reached the head, where cum was still dripping.
He stopped there. He didn’t know about touching cum yet with his lips. He didn’t have a plan for that.
He chickened out.
John looked up at Alexis, and said, “You stay right here. I’ll get a towel for you.”
“Mmm-hm,” Alexis said.
John got up and went to the bathroom. He was already chiding himself for being a pussy. But he got the towel, and wiped up her cum, and told her to just rest.
“Mmm-hm,” she said, and drifted off to sleep.
‘Well,’ John thought, ‘you did it. You went all the way. Well, not ALL all the way, but as far as she was going, anyway.’
And a voice in the back of his head said ‘No, John, you didn’t.’
———-
Part 2.5
Alexis dozed, naked, in John’s bed, while John left her sleeping and went to the bathroom. His erection was dying, due to the voice in his head telling him he was a pussy for not so much as touching Alexis’ cum. He knew, going into this relationship, that if it ever came time to discover each other’s bodies, that would have to be something he would have to do. She had a penis; it was as simple as that. It worked properly and now he had seen it, touched it, kissed it – but he would not take that one last hurdle: he could not touch her cum.
‘What’s wrong with it?’ John thought, staring himself down in the mirror. ‘It was just cum, for Christ’s sake. You touch yours all the time. Ok, you don’t eat it, but you cum in your hand sometimes, and it’s not a bad feeling.’
Another voice butted in the conversation of his mind: ‘Yeah, but it’s hers. Not yours. It’s like another guy’s cum.’
‘No, it’s not, it’s Alexis’ cum,’ the first part of his brain retorted. ‘It’s hers, and you love her. You just made her cum, you made a girl cum, so you’ve hit it big, and there are no problems.’
‘Uh-huh. Do you really expect you’ll ever eat her cum? Put it in your mouth even? You know chicks swallow cum, you’ve seen that shit in porn. Can you handle it?’
“Yes, I can,” John said aloud, to the face in the mirror. “And I’ll prove I can do it.”
John went to the toilet and unzipped his pants. He pulled his flaccid dick out and began to play with it. With all of his effort, he put the voices on hold and tried to remember exactly what had just happened with Alexis.
‘I kissed her. I kissed her all over. I finally took her shirt off, and my God, that was amazing. I saw a girl’s tits for the first time in my life. I played with them. I even sucked them. Well, ok, just one, but still.’
As John remembered getting hard while groping her breasts, his own member in his hand got hard again, and he started to stroke it.
‘I took her pants off. I took her underwear off. I got to see her totally naked, and she was beautiful. I saw her boner. I… I wanted to suck it. I really wanted to. But I didn’t. I kissed her feet, her legs, and then I kissed her balls. And she came just from that. How could she cum just from that?’
But then John imagined the situation reversed, and he imagined her stripping him, and kissing his sac, except in his imagination she was gripping his dick and stroking it. She kissed his balls so sensually… and then… sticking her tongue out, she licked his sac. It was the force and suddenness with which this fantasy turned from sensual to sexy that he almost came right there. He stopped himself for barely two seconds so he could cover his head with his left hand, and he jizzed into it. His legs felt shaky as he came, and he wanted to hold the wall, but one hand was on his member and the other was catching cum, so he forced himself to stay afloat.
When he thought he was drained, he looked at the amount in his hand. It was ok, considering he had masturbated the night before, as well. It looked a little watery, but sometimes that happened.
John brought the hand up to his face and looked at his cum carefully. He sniffed it, and it smelled no different than usual. The cum was becoming more watery the more he stared, and he knew that if he was going to do this, it was now or never. Now or never, John.
He stuck his tongue out a little bit.
He – he couldn’t do it. He just couldn’t do it at all. He chickened out again. He just walked to the sink and washed his hands, letting his cum go down the drain.
‘Why? Why can’t I do it? Why do I fight with myself? I have to do it eventually. I want to do it. So what are you afraid of, you fuckin’ pussy?’
John stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself again.
He was just a sixteen year old boy in 10th grade. He was not ready for this.
He was still growing, nowhere near the end of puberty at all. He still looked so young. He was like a baby compared to how much more grown in Alexis was. Then again, so was every boy in tenth grade, but still. He was a cute boy, not quite baby-cute, and not a real-man-cute, but just something in between. He shaved his face, but not for any reason but to say he did, for he wasn’t growing and facial hair as far as he could tell.
He had dark auburn hair, wavy and cut to his ears, a heart-shaped face ending in an ever-so-slight cleft chin, and Air Force blue eyes pulled just slightly, as if there were one Asian in his family two generations back or something. Alexis absolutely adored his eyes, and said once that she ‘could get lost in them for days’ – something John could have sworn he heard in a movie, but that was ok, because the way she said it made it not matter.
He had no real definition in his body, which he so desperately craved. He was a teensy bit skinny for his height, but still looked good in swim trunks.
He just wanted to grow up already, not just to fill out but to grow out of his immaturity – and he knew that’s what it was to not want to put Alexis’ cum in his mouth. He knew other high school kids that always talked out eating pussy and how their girlfriends would cum – to be honest he’d never seen a woman cum in porn, and he didn’t think it was quite the same, at least the way he learned it in sex ed. But Alexis, she could cum, and if another high school kid were in his position, he’d know how to make the best of it. ‘So just grow up already,’ he told himself.
—–
Alexis slept for twenty minutes before the caffeine from her coffee earlier kicked in. She woke up without feeling too groggy; in fact, she felt much more awake than she had all day. It was something much better than sleep that made her rested – it was what John did with her. She remembered, quite suddenly, with crystal clarity, exactly what had occurred. She had been so wiped she had drifted off to sleep, but she would apologize to John for that and make it up to him. After all, she had gotten what she wanted. He groped her chest, got her naked, even went so far as to kiss her dick! Maybe he would have done more, but she just couldn’t hold in the night of sexual frustration anymore. She had released, and with it, the best orgasm of her life, because John was kissing her as she came. Hell, he wasn’t just kissing her, he was kissing her sac! She knew that she would make it up to him as soon as possible.
She got out of bed and put her clothes back on. She wasn’t sure what time it was or when John’s parents would be home, but she certainly didn’t want anyone but John’s eyes to see her naked body.
Alexis saw that the bathroom door was closed, so she knocked on it and called “John?”
The door opened a little too quickly, revealing John looking a little more nervous than he had before.
Alexis just kissed him before he could say anything. They locked lips and stood in the doorway for over a minute, relishing the kiss as if it were their wedding day.
Alexis finally stopped kissing him, and hugged him instead, putting her head on his shoulder.
“Thank you so much,” Alexis said.
“I didn’t do anything,” John said, not looking at her. Alexis took that to mean “it was nothing,” but that’s not the way he meant it.
“I’m sorry I fell asleep.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Alexis looked up at him. “No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I fell asleep and I’m sorry I came so quickly. I tried to hold it in, but I couldn’t help it. I want to make it up to you. I want to do to you what you did to me.”
John was silent for a while, then said, “Maybe some other time. Today was all about you.”
“And I want to get you naked. I want us to both be naked together. I want to make you cum just the way you made me cum.”
“I… I just did.”
“You masturbated?” Alexis said. She started to tear up.
“No, don’t do that. Look, let’s it down, I’ve got to explain something.”
John pulled her back to the bedroom and they sat on the edge of the bed. She got closer to crying each moment.
“No, don’t cry, please don’t cry. It isn’t about you, don’t blame anything on yourself. You are the prettiest girl I’ve ever met, and I love you. The problem I’m having is… it’s hard to explain. It’s like… you ever want to do something so bad, like your mind wanted to, but your body was afraid to do it?”
“When… when I first started skateboarding, I guess,” Alexis said. She was trying to hold her tears in, but she didn’t know what was coming, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear it.
“Exactly, just like that. Like, you want to skateboard, you see kids do it and think it’s cool, or when we watch Rodney Mullen videos and want to learn all his tricks, but then when you get on the board and your standing at the top of the half-pipe and your legs just go numb and you can’t move… well, that’s what I’m feeling. I love you, and I want to make you feel good, I want more than anything in the world to make you feel good-“
“You did, John.”
“I know, and I was happy with that. And the more I think about it, the more I think I could give you head, I could enjoy doing that, and I want to try it, but then, when you came, I mean… I wanted to lick it up. I wanted to put your cum in my mouth, because that’s what I see in porn, but it just… it just seemed gross to me. And I don’t mean it about you, don’t take it that way. I don’t know how to explain it. I guess I’m just a pussy-” John stopped, because now he was getting ready to cry.
Alexis took all this in, and understood that it was nothing for either of them to cry about. “No, John, you’re not a pussy at all. You’re brave, John. You were brave when you walked up to me that day and asked me out for the first time, right in front of everybody. You were brave the first time you kissed me on my doorstep. You were brave today when you undressed me. You kissed me where I didn’t think you ever would. I understand if you have limits-“
“But I don’t want limits. I want to be able to give you head and let you have an orgasm in my mouth. I want to be a good boyfriend to you.”
“Then we’ll work it out,” Alexis said. “We’ll find a way to get you over this. In the meantime, I’m ok with it. This is just the beginning. This is the first time we’ve done anything like this. Just don’t worry about that stuff right now and enjoy yourself. Enjoy me.”
John kissed her, and whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you,” Alexis said. “And this is just the beginning.”
