13 comments/ 72159 views/ 11 favorites Becoming April By: AprilAnne They had been friends for a few months, having met at writing class they were taking. Jason, at 35 was the older of the two. He was 6' 4, 220lbs, lean but muscular with close cropped black hair. Andy on the other hand was 27, 5'10, 175lbs, lean and had blond hair that reached almost to his shoulders. They were the original odd couple. Not only were they different in age and body type but Jason was gay and Andy was straight. Their friendship was borne, as most friendships are by their similarities. They both had a love of good books, old movies and politics. They fact that their sexuality was different made no difference to either of them. Indeed they'd often talked about it their respective sexual adventures. As open as they were though, they did have their secrets. For as easy going and friendly as Jason was, he had a dark side. In any sexual encounter, he ultimately like to be the one in control. Complete and utter control. As for Andy, although he was all man who lusted after all sorts of women, short ones, tall ones, fat, skinny, young and older ones, he had a deep dark secret that very few people knew. He was a transvestite and when dressed was very compliant to the point of being submissive. He had a picture of himself that an ex-girlfriend of his had taken of him in drag for a holloween party. In it, he was sitting in a chair, legs demurely crossed, wearing a short black satin flair skirt, hose, heels, red blouse, his longish hair combed in a feminine way. His make up had been expertly done by his then girlfriend and the effect was that of a rather pretty woman. Andy's trust in his friendship with Jason was such that one time when the subject of embarrassing things they had done in the past came up one night, he showed Jason the picture. "I'm impressed," Jason said with an appreciative laugh, "you'll make someone a lovely wife some day." "Just as long as he's rich," Andy told him. They laughed and the moment passed, never to be mentioned again. Months later, one summer night after their writing class, Jason walked with Andy back to his apartment with the intention of borrowing a book. He was in a hurry as he had to meet his sister at his apartment and had no intention of staying. But, as happened so many times before, he lost track of the time as he and Andy talk about the class that night. Jason was leaning against the kitchen counter, his long muscular legs splayed out before him. He was wearing a tank top and a pair of tight cut-off jeans that molded his cock and balls prominently. For some reason, as they talked, Andy that found time and time again his eyes drawn to the bulge in Jason's cut-offs. There was a pause in the conversation and then Jason said "Can I ask you a question that I hope won't offend you?" "Sure," Andy told him, "What is it?" "Why do you keep looking at my crotch?" A flash of panic and excitement shoot through Andy. "I . . .was I? "You know you were," Jason said, as his hand moved down to rub the outline of his cock "It's okay," he continued softly, "I don't mind." "I . . .", Andy started but didn't know what to say after that. The tension and silence in the room grew as Andy watched Jason rub is hand back and forth over the growing bulge. "Do you want to see it," Jason asked softly breaking the silence. "Alright," Andy said in a soft, barely audible, voice. As if hypnotized and with mixed emotions, Andy watched as Jason opened the top button and then slowly pulled down the zipper of his cut offs. He could hear the blood rushing in his ears as Jason, reached in and pulled out his semi erect, cock. It was about 7 inches long, thick and heavily veined. Its pink head peered from the end of its foreskin. "Is this what you wanted to see," Jason asked him, holding up his cock on the tips of his fingers. "It's alright, look at it." Andy stood transfixed, his eyes glued to the sight before him. He was embarrassed and wanted to turn away but he was also excited and couldn't Jason smiled and wrapped his hands around the thick tube of flesh, slowly stroking it up and down, pulling the foreskin back revealing the pink head. It grew thicker and straighter, a droplet of pre-cum forming at the tip As if in a dream Andy took a step closer and then checked himself. "Don't be shy," Jason said to him, "go on, touch it." He reached out, taking Andy's hand and put it on his hard cock. Andy exhaled audibly as his fingers made contact with the smooth, hardness of Jason's cock. Moving his finger tips up and down the shaft he followed the thick veins to the head and back again. "Stroke it," Jason whispered, but Andy, needing no prompting, wrapped his hand around the thick piece of flesh. It felt heavy in his hand, hot to the touch, hard, yet silky soft at the same time. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Andy thought to himself as he stroked Jason's cock, watching the foreskin cover and uncover the now glistening cock head. Jason pulled Andy to his side, his arm around him, his hand resting on the right cheek of Andy's ass. The effect of being nestled in the larger man's arm, his hand on Andy's ass and Andy stroking his cock brought his feminine persona closer to the surface and with it his softer, compliant side. A stream of pre-cum running down the shaft on over Andy's fingers only added to the effect. "You like playing with my cock don't you," Jason said, squeezing the firm ass cheek in his hand. "Yes," Andy said softly, "I do." "Say it, say `I like playing with your cock'", Jason whispered hotly in his ear. Andy could feel his face burning red with embarrassment as he softly repeated the words "I like playing with your cock." "Good baby," Jason told him as he reached down and opened Andy's pants, pushing them down to the floor. Jason looked down at the flaccid cock that hung between Andy's legs and smiled in amusement. "You don't get hard?" "I . . . I have trouble getting an erection," Andy said and started to pull away but Jason held him closer. "It's okay," Jason told him as he cupped the soft cock and balls and squeezed them gently, "it's kind of cute like that. Only one of us really needs to be hard" "Play with my balls," Jason told him, and returned his hand to Andy's now naked ass which he began to squeeze and stroke. Andy moved his now sticky hand below the throbbing shaft and cupped the heavy ball sack below. Andy was fully aware of his feminine feelings now but didn't care. "Go with it," he told himself. "That's right baby," Jason said hotly, "roll them around in your hand. Andy's fingers rolled the ball sack around in his hand as he continued to stare at the blood engorged cock bobbing up and down. Pulling up Andy's tee shirt Jason was surprised and pleased to see that Andy's stomach and chest were hairless. Because Andy was never very athletic, his pectoral muscles were soft and gave him the impression of having little breasts. The effect was further enhanced by his rather prominent dark nipples. "You shave your chest," Jason asked and Andy too embarrassed to reply could only nod his head. "I like it," Jason told him as his hand moved around Andy's ass, squeezing and stroking the cheeks. "You should shave down here," he continued, giving a gently tug at Andy's pubic hair. "Not all of it, just leave a little patch. Again Andy could only nod as Jason's other hand moved up the smooth skin of Andy's stomach to his fleshy chest which he began to kneed with his fingers as if fondling a girl's breast. Andy moved his hand back to Jason's thick cock and once again began stroking it. By now his feminine side was in complete control and he excitedly told himself that this was what it was like to be a girl. When Jason's thumb and forefinger found one of Andy's dark nipples a gasp involuntarily escaped Andy's lips. "Sensitive nipples," Jason said, "even better" "I just realized", Jason, said with a start, "I have to get home, my sister is waiting for me." "Oh, okay," Andy said softly, letting go of Jason's cock, the spell broken. ""Oh no baby," Jason told him, taking Andy's hand and putting it back on his cock, "get me off first but then I have to go." Squeezing Jason's hot cock in his hand, Andy began to stroke it harder and faster. "That's right baby," Jason told him, his hands roughly squeezing Andy's ass cheeks and chest, "that's right, play with my cock, stroke it, do a good job baby." Jason's thick cock, slippery with pre-cum grew hotter and bigger in Andy's hand. "Use your other hand to play with my balls," Jason told him between gasps of breath and Andy reached with his other hand for Jason's ball sack rolling the balls around in his hand. "Oh God Yessss," Jason said, "that's it baby, that's it, oh God your hot. Pulling Andy closer roughly by his ass, he leaned down and sucked one of his nipples deep into his mouth, licking and chewing on the brown nub. It was now Andy's turn to gasp as he stood on his tip toes to accommodate Jason's mouth. Jason moaned and arched his hips forward. Andy felt the thick, heavy cock in his hand grow larger as it shot a long, ropey, stream of thick white cum into the air which landed on the floor. It was followed by another stream which ran down the length of Jason's cock to cover Andy's fingers. That one was followed by another and another until Andy's fingers, covered in the creamy white liquid, began to drip on the floor. Gasping to catch his breath, Jason smiled weakly. "Oh baby," Jason said with a smile, as he began to button up his cut-offs, "that was hot." "Listen,: he continued, picking up the book, "I really hate to cum and go but, I'm already late." I'll call you later tonight okay?" And with that he was out the door leaving Andy standing there, pants around his ankles and his shirt up under his arm pits, his hand covered in cum. For a second, Andy wasn't sure what to make of the whole thing. He was still in a fog but knew that he didn't feel bad at what he'd done. He was a little put off by Jason just leaving like that but, "then again, "his half functioning brain told him, "isn't that what happens to girls?" He held his stick fingers up to his face and just for a second considered licking them clean but sanity took hold and he went into the bathroom to clean himself. Later the same night Andy sat in his bathrobe watching television when the phone rang. "Hello?" "It's ,me," he heard Jason say, "I just wanted to make sure that you were okay." The sound a Jason's voice brought to mind the earlier evenings events and Andy felt embarrassed, nervous and a little turned on all at the same time "I'm okay," Andy told him, trying to sound natural. "Good, I hope you don't feel bad about what happened, you shouldn't," Jason told him softly. "No, I'm okay," Andy said, thinking his voice sounded a little too soft. "Actually, it was kind of fun." "I'm glad to hear that," Jason said with a small laugh, "I had a good time too." "You're really hot." Andy was glad that Jason couldn't see him blush to hear those words. The image of Jason's cock came to mind and Andy slipped a hand into his robe and began to rub his cock. "Thank you," he said somewhat breathlessly. "I'll be honest with you Andy, you really turn me on, you've got a great body." Andy tightened his grip on his now semi-erect cock. He was aware that he was being sweet talked and wasn't sure how to respond. "Well," he said hesitantly, "I . . . I "You know that anything that goes on between us stays between us," Jason said reassuringly, "I'd never do anything to embarrass you in front of your friends." "I know," Andy replied, "I really do and I appreciate that." "Good," Jason continued soothingly, "Was that the first time you've ever done anything like that?" Andy had, in the past, had experimented with other men in the past but it was always quick, furtive and anonymous. What had happened that evening was far more intimate and far more sexually charged. "No," Andy replied, thinking of Jason's cock as he stroked his stiffness. "I mean, I've experimented . . . a long time ago but . . ." "Well I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did," Jason said, continuing in his soft tone of voice. "I did, I really did," Andy told him, wishing he had the courage to tell Jason that as they spoke he was playing with himself, remembering the feeling of his hot cock in his hand. "I really like it that you shave your stomach and chest, it's very sexy." "I'm glad you like it," Andy replied breathlessly. "Oh I do baby, your skin's too nice and smooth to be covered with hair. Jason calling him baby made Andy squirmed in his chair and that same fem feeling he felt earlier this evening coming back to him. "And you've got great legs, have you ever shaved you legs," Jason continued smoothly. "No, I haven't," Andy lied. "You should," Jason told him with an unseen smile. "In fact you should shave your entire body, except, of course, for just a little patch between your legs." "That would look really hot." Andy inhaled sharply at Jason's suggestion. The image of what he'd look like if he shaved his body except for a small patch between his legs was not lost on him. It excited him. "You like that eh," Jason said with a little laugh, recognizing Andy's reaction. "Maybe," Andy answered coyly. "Well, I hope it wasn't just a one shot deal Andy, we could have a lot of fun together" "Yeah . . . . we could . . . . I guess," Andy replied, embarrassed by his words. "Look, it's late," Jason said, his tone changing to normal, "I just wanted to check in with you and make sure that everything was all right." "Yeah, things are alright," Andy told him. "Good, see you in class tomorrow night?" "I'll be there." "Okay," Jason said, "sleep well and I'll see you then." The line went dead and Andy sat there breathing hard, his stiff cock in his hand. Putting the phone down, he looked around the room, not sure what to do next. Then his eyes were drawn to his cock and he absently began to pluck at his pubic hair. "I can't," he told himself, "I really shouldn't." "Still . . .," a little voice in the back of his head told him, "it would be hot." He sat there in silence for a moment and then picking up a small pair of scissors, began to cut away at the hair between his legs. Andy was nervous as he came to class the next evening. Jason alleviated any fears he had by not acting any different toward him than he'd ever acted before. There was the usual banter, disagreements about politics and books or movies recommended. At the end of the class the students gathered outside to talk, smoke a cigarette and eventually go their separate ways. As Jason and Andy started up the street, Andy's sense of unease returned. It seemed to him that now that they were alone, the unmentioned elephant in the corner had returned. Jason on the other hand continued on as if nothing had ever happened or been said on the phone and once again Andy's sense of calm returned. They were standing on the corner waiting for the light to change when from behind them there was a voice speaking in a southern drawl "Hey sugar, it's been a long time." Jason and Andy turned and there stood a tall, skinny black woman. She was heavily made up and perfumed and wore a very short, very tight, red leather mini skirt. Her heavy breasts were encased in a thin white shirt that did nothing to hide her nipples and which was tied up under her breasts and open at the top to reveal an ample amount of cleavage. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that she was a transexual, one of the many who prowled this neighborhood at this time of night. "Jasmine," Jason said with a smile, "how are you honey?" He gave her a hug and a pat on the ass. "I been good, honey," she said, "ain't seen you in a long time." "I've been working and going to school," Jason explained While they talked Andy looked her up and down feeling himself getting turned on. She exuded sex. The tops of her stockings peaked from under her mini skirt. When she bent over laughing at something Jason said, the globes of her ass and the red thong she wore were clearly visable. "Who's you little friend," she asked, pointing a red fingernail at Andy. "Oh, this is Andy," Jason said, by way of introduction, "we're in the same class together. "Uh huh," Jasmine said, sounding skeptical. "She got potential." Andy smiled and laughed a little. "What did she mean by potential," he wondered? "And did she really say "She?" Jason and Jasmine talked a little more and then said their good byes. "Maybe I see you again sometime honey," she said to Andy, stroking his arm. "And you," she said to Jason, "have my number, call me sometime" Jason and Andy watched as she turned and walked slowly away, swinging her hips from side to side "She's a good person," Jason said, the started walking again. "We used to have a thing together." That said, Jason turned the topic to the events in class that evening. After a while they found themselves in front of Jason's building. "You want to come up," Jason asked. "Okay," Andy said, feeling butterflies in his stomach. Once inside, Jason went to the bathroom and then to his answering machine. Andy went over to the book case and looked at the books. His mind however was not there was to read. "Should I tell him," he thought, his anxiety growing. "Maybe I shouldn't have . . . " "You were worried about class tonight weren't you," Jason asked, interrupting his thoughts. "A little," Andy admitted, "but things worked out okay." "I like you Andy, I meant it when I said that I wouldn't do anything to make you feel uncomfortable," Jason reassured him. "I'm going to tell him," Andy thought with growing trepidation. "Um . . ., you know what we were . . . talking about . . . last night," Andy said in a soft, faltering voice, unable to look at him. "About what," Jason asked. "You know," Andy wished he hadn't started to say what he was about to say, "about me . . .shaving myself." He said the last two words very softly, feeling his face burn red with embarrassment. "Yeah, I remember, what about it?" "I um, . . ." he couldn't bring himself to say it, yet it was now too late. "I . . . did it." "Really," Jason said with a smile, sounding pleased. "Yeah, I . . ." Andy said, trying to think of something further to say. Jason slowly reached out his hand and rubbed Andy's nipple with his thumb. "You going to show me," he asked coxingly. "Alright," Andy said, swallowing hard, still unable to look at Jason's face. With trembling hands he opened his belt, popped the top button of his pants and pulled down the zipper. He hesitated for a second and then let go of his pants which dropped to mid thigh. Jason sucked in his breath at the sight before him. Andy's smooth, white thighs were completely hairless. Between them , his pink, hairless balls and cock, shrunken with fear and on top of that was an expanse of hairless skin except for a tuft of hair in the shape of a triangle. Andy blushed deeply as he stood, exposing himself to the other man. "Oh baby," Jason said softly, "that's beautiful." Jason ran his finger tips up across Andy's smooth pubic bone lingering on the thatch of hair in the middle. Andy trembled at his touch and unwillingly moved his hips around in an almost girlish manner. Jason smiled in recognition of Andy's reaction and reached down to cup his hairless scrotum. "You like this don't you," he whispered, as he gently rolled and stroked the hairless balls in his hand. "Yes," Andy said breathlessly, ashamed of his feelings. "Take of your clothes," Jason told him, stepping back to look at him, "let me see the full effect." There was something in his tone that put Andy off but he nevertheless began to strip off his shirt, pull off his shoes and socks. As Andy undressed, Jason watched him keenly, his hand openly squeezing the growing bulge in his pants. Stepping out of his pants, Andy stood naked before the older man, aware that he was becoming aroused by being naked while Jason was still dressed. Becoming April Jason smiled as his eyes traveled slowly up and Andy's body. If the lights had been dimmer and from a distance, he might have been a young girl with his smooth, white skin, shapely legs, cute firm ass and more than just a hint of budding breasts. "Jasmine was right," he thought, "she does have potential." Feeling uncomfortable under Jason's gaze, Andy struggled to find something to say. "Do you like it," he asked shyly. "Do I like it," Jason said with a smile, as he took Andy's hand and placed on the bulge in his pants, "what do you think?" Andy smiled, and laughed nervously, as he tentatively began to handle Jason's cock through his pants. "Come here," Jason said, guiding Andy to the couch. Jason sat down and before Andy knew what was happening, he was pulled down, onto Jason's lap. He sat there stiffly keenly aware of Jason's cock pressing against the cheeks of his ass. Jason put one arm around his back and under Andy's arm, to cup one of his nascent breasts, his fingers idly playing with the nipple as his other hand stroked his thigh. "Maybe I should sit on the couch," Andy said nervously, suddenly aware of his growing feminine behavior and Jason's tacit encouragement. "Relax," Jason, said reassuringly, as he tightened his hold, "there's nothing wrong with what we're doing." "Didn't I say that whatever happens between us behind closed doors stays there? "Yes," Andy admitted, but still uncertain. While his one hand fondled the soft flesh of Andy's chest, Jason's other went between his legs to stroke and squeeze Andy's growing cock. Andy moaned despite himself, wiggling around, grinding his ass into Jason's fully erect cock and now it was Jason's turn to moan. "Oh, yeah honey," Jason said hotly in Andy's ear, pushing hips against Andy's ass, "that's nice." Andy's began to feel a slight sense of uneasiness. While engaging in homosexual sex really didn't bother him, the fact that Jason kept referring to him as `baby' and now `honey' somehow made him uncomfortable. To make matters worse, he couldn't help reacting in a decidedly feminine way when Jason touched him. Still, it he had to admit that he liked the way it felt when Jason played with his nipples and fleshy chest and he liked the feel of his cock pressing against his ass. Looking down between his legs to where Jason was stroking his semi-erect cock, he realized that Jason was right. The little patch of hair did look hot but it also conspired to make him feel more feminine. Andy's thoughts were interrupted as Jason moved his hand from Andy's cock to lower between his thighs. "Spread your legs," Jason told him urgently, as push up between the cheeks of Andy's ass. Spreading his legs, Andy almost lost his balance and instinctively put his arms around Jason's neck. Through his growing lust he could have sworn he heard Jason whisper "good girl" but he wasn't sure and it didn't matter. He was too far gone. Andy's breath came in short gasps as Jasons fingers began to work their way up between the cheeks of his ass. When they started pressing against his hole, Andy gave a cross between a moan and a whimper. "You like that don't you," Jason asked, licking his ear, and then lowered his lips to suck one of Andy's nipples deep into his mouth. "Ooooohhhhh yessss, yes I do," Andy replied, all pretense of masculinity now abandoned. "You know what turns me on about you," Jason asked, his fingers rubbing Andy's hole, occasionally threatening to penetrate it. "you have a strong feminine side," "and your not afraid to show it." "I don't know," Andy started to say defensively, "it's just . . . ." "Yes you do," Jason said, cutting him off, "it's who you are and that's okay." Andy knew he was right but didn't want to admit it. The sexual spell was broken and he was ashamed and afraid to look at Jason. "It really is okay Andy," Jason told him reassuringly, "It's only when we're playing around that it shows and I wouldn't have it any other way." I like the way you react when I touch you, I really do," he continued in a soft soothing voice. "I wish you'd let go, let that feminine side of you really show. He moved his hand to Andy's hairless pubes and began to gently rub it. "After all, if it weren't true, you wouldn't have shaved yourself to look sexy like that would you?" Andy knew that everything he said was true and started to feel better, now that the subject was out in the open. "I guess," he said softly, as he watched Jason play with his flaccid cock. "It's just that I've never . . ." "I'll help you," Jason asked, as his other hand began to rub and squeeze Andy's breast again, but you have to be honest with yourself, accept who you are, okay?" Andy nodded his head "Good," Jason said, leaning his mouth down to flick his tongue back and forth across Andy's erect nipple while his fingers gently squeezed and stroked between his legs. At first Andy was non responsive but slowly his breathing became deeper and harder and he could feel Jason's erection growing against his ass as he squirm to the other man's touch. As Andy's excitement grew, his movements and gestures became more feminine and although he still felt embarrassed, he allowed it to show a little more. "Come on honey, play with my dick," Jason said, easing Andy off his lap and on to the couch. "Take it out and play with it baby." Andy pulled open the top button of Jason's pants and pulled down the zipper. Jason inhaled deeply as Andy's fingers, gripping his cock began to stroke it as he pulled it out. His fingers moved lightly up and down the swollen shaft, pulling the foreskin back while his other hand reached to free Jason's balls. "That's right baby, show me how much you like my cock" Jason said, as he reached out to cup the soft flesh of Andy's chest in both hands and began to rub and fondle him. "You have nice titties honey," Jason said hotly, "you like having your titties played with?" "Yes," Andy said, a bit taken aback by the question. "Say it," Jason told him, breathing hard. "come on". "I like having my titties played with," Andy replied in a quavering breathless voice "Good girl," Jason said, pulling at his nipples. Andy's stomach flip flopped at hearing those words but he admitted to himself that it turned him on to hear it. Jason reached took his cock in his hand and putting his hand on the back of Andy's head, began to slowly push Andy's his mouth toward his blood engorged cock. Andy heart beat wildly in the knowledge of what was about to happen. The head of Jason's cock was the color of a plum and slick with pre-cum. Andy was afraid of what was to come and yet wanted to put it in his mouth. Breathing heavily, he opened his mouth to accept the ridged finger of flesh when Jason pulled his cock away from his waiting mouth, "Isn't it better when you accept who your are," Jason asked hotly and he rubbed his fully erect cock across Andy's cheek. Jason's flesh felt silky and hot against Andy's cheek. "Yes," Andy said, softly and breathlessly "And you're going to trust me not to hurt you," he continued, tapping Andy's other cheek with his cock, leaving a small smear of pre-cum. "Yes Jason," Andy said with a whimper or either shame or excitement. "Good girl," Jason said, pushing Andy's head down. "Lick it.." Andy ran his tongue up and down the shaft of Jason's thick cock. There was a salty taste in his mouth that he realized was pre-cum. "That's right, get it wet," Jason said hotly. Jason cupped one of Andy's small breasts to fondle and play with it. "Rub yourself," he told Andy, and Andy spread his legs and began rubbing his hand against his soft cock and balls. "Okay, baby, come on now suck it," Jason told him, lost in his lust. Andy closed his lips around the head of Jason's cock and slowly began to suck him into his mouth. He was amazed at how wide he had to open his mouth to accept the organ. Jason's cock felt hot against his tongue and roof of his mouth and while it didn't taste like anything, the effect on Andy was electric. "My God," he thought "I'm really doing it" "I'm actually sucking someone off.." He could feel himself getting hotter and hotter and then Jason began to talk to him. "That's right baby, suck it," he said throatily, "suck my cock while I play with your titties." Jason's words went straight to Andy's cock which stiffened noticeably and he moaned with desire. His head bobbed up and down against the heavy piece of meat in his mouth. His tongue swirled around the head and he cupped Jason's heavy balls and rolled them around in his hand. "Good girl, good girl," Jason said breathing heavily, "and you're gonna be my girl, right honey?" "You're gonna dress pretty for me and be sexy for me aren't you?" "Yes," Andy thought through the fog of lust, "yes I'm being a girl, I'm being felt up while I suck his cock," and his hand stroked his own cock and he felt as if would come any moment as he pressed his tiny breast into Jason's hand. "Oh yeah," Jason said, his breath becoming more ragged, "that's right, that's the spot," he said as Andy rubbed his tongue on the underside of the head of Jason's cock. "Yes, yes, oh, oh shit, Ooooooo Gooodddddd," Jason said through clinched teeth as he gripped Andy's head tightly and arched his hips to meet Andy's mouth. Andy could feel Jason's cock expand in his mouth and tried to pull back but Jason held him tight. "No baby," Jason grunted, "swallow it, swallow it." The first spurt struck the back of Andy's throat and he gagged and tried to swallow it as his head continued bobbing up and down. For a second, he thought he might be sick as his mouth filled up with cum but he swallowed again and still there was more. It began to spill out the corner of his mouth and dribble down his chin. "He's making you his bitch," he thought to himself and at that moment he began to shoot his own come on the floor. He moan into Jason's cock as he came and he could hear Jason laugh softly to himself. Andy released Jason's now slimy cock slid from his mouth and stared up at Jason dazed, somewhat in shock. He could feel Jason's cum on his lips and chin. His mouth tasted of cum and he swallowed again and again as it seemed as if Jason's cum stuck to the walls of his throat. Still dazed he licked his lips and Jason smiled down at him. "Very good girl," he said, wiping off Andy's chin with his finger, "you're learning. CHAPTER The next day Jason called a couple of times that day but Andy, riding a roller coaster of emotions, was afraid to answer the phone. On one hand, when he was honest with himself, he had to admit that what he and Jason had done the other day turned him on. He replayed that evening over and over in his head and each time he would become aroused despite himself. When he took off his clothes he was reminded of how feminine he looked and the thought of how Jason talked to him and treated him brought up his long repressed girlish feelings. On the other hand he felt guilty. No not guilty, ashamed. One of his favorite fantasies had become reality and his doubts about his manhood and self worth arose within him like an unstoppable monster. At those times the images of the previous night tore at his heart and soul, driving him into a deep depression. "I've got to come to terms with this one way or another," Andy told himself. The emotional battle raged within him most of the night and finally, in desperation he came to a decision. He admitted to himself that he had done nothing wrong. That he was an adult, answerable to no one. He admitted that he really did enjoy the experience, the fulfillment of a fantasy. Yet, in spite of those admissions he could not control the shame, self-loathing and doubts about his manhood he was feeling. The next day Andy called Jason and explained the situation to him. He said he understood but Andy could tell he was disappointed. "Hey," Andy said, trying to lighten up the tone of the conversation, "we can still hang out though." There was a long pause and then Jason told him "I don't think so." He went on to explain that their relationship had taken an irrevocable turn and it couldn't go back to the way it used to be. "I don't think badly of you," Jason continued, "and I hope you change your mind, but I can't go back to just being your friend." Having said that he told Andy he was late for an appointment and hung up. The last three weeks of the writing class were difficult for Andy. He had hoped that Jason would accept how he felt and go back to being the friend he had been. Jason for his part was friendly, but no more friendlier than he was with the other students and each night, when the class was over, he would go home his separate way. To be continued