A Slut Awakens

He laughed awkwardly as I sat there silently as he waited for me to say something. He was right in a sense, after the third or fourth drink I'll admit I started REALLY loosening up and accepting what was happening. I had even begun acting a little girly, giggling at his jokes and letting my eyes linger on his swollen chest and the surprisingly girthy bulge straining to escape his swim trunks.

"You see I do think you look a lot like her and well to be honest she is my favorite. I have been in love with her for a long time and obviously I would never get to know her. I've dated others like her but I felt like you would be quite the catch if I pulled it off, so please, I don't want to have to force you..."

It was then I realized what he was after as his lips met mine and his tongue slithered into my mouth. I pushed him away gasping for air. "We can't!" I stammered "I am a boy!"

"Not to me you aren't" he said running his hands along my side and sending a shiver down my spine. "Look at you even your body can't lie about what you are! So why do you keep fighting it!?" He was right, I was enjoying this. I felt his hand stop and clamp onto my ass as he began kneading it gently. I was fascinated at how my hips moved in rhythm with his hands, completely on their own and I knew it was time. I lunged forward my lips practically crashing into his as my tongue thrashed about inside his mouth. His tongue met mine and I felt nothing but bliss as we sat there making out lustfully, his hands travelling up and down my sides, my hips bucking to the motion started by his hands.

His hands found my nipples under the bra and stuffing so suddenly I couldn't help but moan (amazingly girly) and plunged my mouth upon his one more. Before long my curiosity and lust were beyond my control as my hand found the button to his pants. I unfastened the strings and pulled the button free allowing enough room for my hand to slide down his stomach and into his drawers. It was there I found my new best friend. I pulled his cock free and began to run my hand up and down the long ebony shaft, my fingers lightly circling the top as I plunged my hand up and down his huge member. It had to be at least 10 inches and wider around than a good sized carrot. The weight felt just right in my hand and the heat it generated was somehow comforting.