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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I had just gone back outside after me and one of the guys had spent the last hour or so sucking each other off when his big brother - who was maybe two or three years older than I was - walked up to me and said, "I know what y'all were doing!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said and without even thinking while, at the same time, I had this very sudden urge to pee. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you and "Carl" sucking each other's dick, not just once but three times," he said.

"You're crazy," I said and trying to keep my body from shaking on the outside like it was doing on the inside.

"Am I? Then how do I know you have a birthmark shaped like an island on your left hip if I didn't see what y'all were doing?" he asked... and if I didn't know he had me/us dead to rights, that was the final proof that he had.

"Um, uh," I stammered, my brain trying to come up with something - anything - to dispute what he said.

"I should rat you out," he said; he had this smug look on his face that made me want to punch him in the face.

"Go ahead," I said, mustering up as much defiance as I could - but even I knew how weak it sounded... and I had to pee really bad now.

"All I gotta do is tell my father, who's gonna tell your father and both of you are gonna get a beating," he said, his smug look getting... smugger. I knew he was right about that and now I understood what it meant to feel like a rat caught in a trap.

It didn't feel good at all.

"But, I'm not gonna tell," he said. "You wanna know why?"

"Why?" I asked - and I had a very bad feeling about asking that.

"Because you're gonna suck my dick and any time I want you to," he said, closing the trap.

I was between a rock and a hard place - and now I knew what that meant, having heard it said so many times. If I refused, it was a given he was going to carry out his threat to rat us out; part of his reputation among the neighborhood kids was he was the biggest tattletale around and liked seeing other kids get in trouble. I thought about fighting him; I knew I could beat him - because I had before - but all that would do was give him another reason to rat on me and then I'd have to explain to my parents why we were fighting in the first place; they'd go to his parents and between the four adults, they'd get a confession out of both of us... and things would get very bad once that happened.

In my mind, I didn't have much of a choice so I said, "Okay. When?"

"Right now," he said. Oh, I wanted to punch that victorious look right off of his face! "Come on - this is gonna be good!"[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]We took some time to get cleaned up and she'd made us something eat and drink before going at each other one more time. She had asked if I could stay over and I hated telling her that I couldn't (and I don't remember why I couldn't - I just couldn't). I got dressed - after she sucked me off one more time "for the road," as she put it and I left and as I drove home, I was so mad at myself that I was dimly aware that I'd driven through a couple of stop signs and at least one red light.

I thought about that day talking to my brother and how pissed off he was... and, again, I knew why he was pissed off. Like him, he wasn't pissed off at the girl who was born with a dick; he was pissed with himself because, like me, every sense he owned got 100% fooled. The woman - man - I just left even felt like a woman; women have a subliminal feel to them that's hard to put into words and she hadn't just fooled my eyes and ears: She fooled that thing inside of me that, before now, knew the difference between a real woman and a guy just acting like one... and the more I thought about it, the madder I got at myself.

It took me a while to get over it.

One day, I happened to run into my brother and the memory of what I had experienced that night popped into my head and I said to him, "Remember that day you came home pissed off about that girl having tits, a pussy, and a dick?"

"Yeah," he said.

"I know why you were pissed off," I said - then told him what I had experienced like a week ago at that point.

"Yeah, that's fucked up, ain't it?" he asked once I finished talking. "I felt so fucking stupid when I saw her dick!"

"I know the feeling," I said, feeling the now-old anger returning along with being highly embarrassed about it. "The sex was fucking amazing, though."

"Ya know?" he asked.

After a few minutes spent with both of us in our own head about our similar experiences, he said, "I need some dick... and at least I know you're not a girl..." and we went back to my place to take care of that.

A month later, I was reading the paper and saw that the woman who I'd had sex with - and had fooled me in a spectacular way - was found dead and, according to the initial police report, had to be identified by dental records. They found out who she was - I immediately recognized both her female name and her male one - and I felt such great sadness; I didn't have to keep reading the article to figure out that she had run into some guy and he found out that she wasn't the woman he thought she would be - and he brutally murdered her and dumped her body down by the river.

The cops eventually caught him and he wound up getting two life sentences for his crime and I had made a solemn vow to myself to never forget her and the life-changing night we spent together...[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]The sex was amazing and I was finding it easy to forget that this was a guy I was having sex with. We 69'd until we came in each other's mouth and while we were recharging, she explained that she was in the process of changing from a guy to a girl and that she was already taking some medications that would get her to grow breasts and shrink her dick - and a dick there was plans on getting removed and a pussy made for her.

My head was still spinning over all of this; I had heard of a lot of transvestites who were going somewhere to have these changes made but had thought that it was just another rumor going around. Word on the street was a lot of guys who really wanted to be girls were going to Mexico to get changed into a girl and I hadn't given it much thought or anything like that... until now.

I took a really close look at her and, I'll be damned; she did have breasts and like A-cup size... and kicked my own ass because I hadn't even noticed them. I looked at her dick again and, indeed, it was really, really small and I kicked myself harder because I had just sucked that dick and swallowed her cum... and hadn't even paid any attention to how small her dick was.

"Make love to me," she said with that damned seductive voice of hers and giving me that equally seductive smile... and I once more forgot that this was a guy and got busy making love to her just like I would with a real girl. She was even more responsive than most girls I'd had sex with which just added to the illusion because as I lay atop her and kissing her, I could feel that what remained of her... manhood was hard and poking me in my belly.

"Fuck me," she whispered in my ear.

I hesitated for a moment, my mind on something slippery to make it go in easier but she said, "You don't need anything - just stick it in me and fuck me..."

I was amazed at how easily my dick slid into her ass and I almost came right away because his - her - ass felt better than some of the pussy I'd had my dick in. She sighed and so did I as I buried my dick fully in his - her - ass.

"Give to me, lover," she moaned. "Fuck me and cum in me..."

I did and if that wasn't good enough, once I pulled out of her, she had me lie on my stomach and got busy licking and tonguing my asshole for quite some time before getting on top of me and somehow managing to get her dick in my ass. Having my ass licked and tongued blew my mind - that had never happened before and, wow, she fucked me really good with what little dick he - she - had left and I couldn't remember the last time I'd been fucked so nicely. And still, I was aware that I had forgotten that she was a guy even with her dick sliding in and out of my ass... and kept forgetting even when she came in me.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]A whole lot of years later and while I had a job driving a cab, I picked this girl up and took her to where she wanted to go. We got to talking along the way and as I dropped her off, she said that she would very much like for me to come see her when I got off from work because she thought I was sexy and a nice guy and made it clear that having sex with me would be good for both of us. I hurried up and agreed to come back after work because she was not only quite pretty, I liked her whole attitude... and she had let me know how much she loved to suck dick and how much she thought it would be nice to suck my dick.

I spent the rest of my shift riding around with my dick hard and I couldn't wait to finish work so I could get back to her. My shift was finally over; I jumped in my car and went to her place, thinking that she might have been pulling my leg or just leading me on but, I was already there, figured I had nothing to lose, and knocked on the door. When the door opened, she was standing there all decked out in a lacy teddy... and I thought I was gonna cum in my underwear.

"I'm glad you came back," she said, taking me by the hand and leading me inside. "I can see that I'm not the only one who's glad you accepted my invitation!"

She didn't waste any time pulling me into her bedroom and undressing me; she knelt down before me and started licking and kissing my dick before going down further to suck on my balls. My legs felt like limp noodles and I figured she could feel how wobbly they were because she stopped sucking my balls long enough to get me to lie down on the bed... then proceeded to give me one hell of a blow job. It was so good that, a couple of times, I just knew I had busted a nut... but I hadn't. Man, the way she kissed me was just short of being magical, sending huge waves of pleasure through me as her tongue probed my mouth. She had me so riled up that I couldn't wait to start giving her some attention and pleasure, too, and I let her know that.

She giggled and said, "Okay, if that's what you want... and I'd love it!"

Then I got the shock of my life to watch her stripping out of the lacy teddy and seeing that, first off, her ample breast were nothing but wads of toilet paper... and when she stepped out of the teddy, she had a very hard dick! And now I knew why my brother had been so pissed off years ago:

Every sense I owned had gotten totally and completely fooled. Before she stripped, I was 100% convince that this was a girl and got my mind 100% blown to find out that she was a he.

"Does this change anything?" she - he - asked.

"No, it doesn't," I said once I got my voice back to working. "I go both ways so, no, this doesn't change anything... I'm just very surprised, that's all."

"I understand," she - he - shit - said. "Come here; I need you to taste me..."[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"I shoulda known something was up because she was stalling and making excuses why she couldn't fuck," my brother said.

"Nothing new about that," I replied; even I knew there were girls who'd be game to give a blow job but getting in her pussy wasn't gonna happen and I even said as much to him.

After agreeing with me, he goes on to say that she finally agreed to let them fuck her and they started peeling her out of her clothes; he said she had some really nice tits and they were both sucking on a titty and getting her all nice and hot before finishing stripping her down and...

"She had a dick!" my brother said. "She just didn't have dick - she had a big-assed dick!"

Oh, okay... [B]now[/B] I know why he's pissed but, then again, it didn't make sense to me since I knew for a fact that he had no qualms about playing with a dick, with me or his boys or whoever else he was doing it with. He's back to being agitated and now I'm trying not to laugh at him as he's describing the look they both had on their faces to see this cute girl with nice tits standing there with a big boner.

"So what happened?" I asked.

"We fucked her, um, him and she, shit, he fucked us, too," he said and grumbling as he said it.

"Okay, explain something to me - how did that piss you off?" I asked. "Ain't like you never did it with a guy before, you know?"

"But she had a dick!" my brother exclaimed, looking at me like I was supposed to understand the significance of this and, being honest, I really didn't. I knew about those guys who acted like girls and some of them would actually dress up like a girl including stuffing toilet paper in a bra so they could have boobs... but since they were still guys, duh, they had dicks.

"Okay," I said. "But wait - were the tits real?"

"Yeah, they were," he said and I believed him... then got to thinking about the rumors I'd hear every now and then about girls who were born with a dick or guys who were somehow born with both a dick and a pussy and wound up getting tits.

How about that? It wasn't just a rumor after all! But I still couldn't figure out why he was so pissed off. To confirm my hunch, I asked him if he - she - also had a pussy and, yep, she did and he even told me how much more he was confused when she - he - fucked them both and didn't even cum, well, he made it clear that he - she - wasn't shooting any cum and because she - he - wasn't, her/his dick stayed hard the whole time they were having sex.

I'm thinking that, hmm, it doesn't get any better than that but I still couldn't figure out why he was so highly pissed off and more so when he said that him and his boy had a lot of fun having sex with her... or him.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I had just come in from practicing with the band I was in and putting my drums up when my brother stormed into the house, slamming doors and stomping up the stairs; he burst into our room in such a rush that I was glad the door hadn't been closed - he was so animated that he probably would have walked right through it.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked, jumping out of the way as he continued to move around the room like an angry, caged animal and, yeah, the look on his face told me how pissed off he was.

"Man, lemme tell you what happened!" he said, literally walking around in a circle a couple of times before sitting on his bed.

Well, according to him, he had been hanging out with one of his boys and in the guy's neighborhood and, knowing the two of them, looking to see what kind of trouble they could get into. He said that while they were talking about what to do, this fine looking honey comes up to them and starts flirting with both of them and after some discussion, she agreed to go back to my brother's friend's house so she could have sex with both of them.

He's telling me this part... and I'm not really sure what he's pissed off about because, according to both of them, it wasn't like they had never shared pussy before... and I knew that these two - and the other guy in their little gang - spent quite a bit of time having sex with each other; he just didn't know that I knew.

My brother goes on to tell me that once they get to his boy's house and in his room, the girl starts out by sucking their dicks... and I yawned listening to him talking about how good she sucked them and was impatient waiting for him to get to whatever it was that pissed him off and like I'd never seen him before - and not even when the two of us got to fighting... and that's saying something.

He said that she sucked both of them and, at one point, had both of their dicks in her mouth and before either of them could cum, well, they both wanted to fuck her... and I'm thinking, "So what?"[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]My butt felt like it was on fire! I mean, it was really hurting and so much that I started squirming on the chair before I realized I was doing it... and that just made it hurt even more! My mom noticed it and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"My butt hurts," I said, knowing that telling her that it was nothing wasn't going to be believed. "One of the guys knocked me down and I landed on my butt and on a stone, too!" Yeah, lied my sore ass off.

"Ouch," she said. "I bet that hurt! Do you want me to look at it?"

That was the last thing I wanted her to do! My mom was a nurse and I knew that if she looked at my butt, she would see no sign of me sitting down hard on a rock... and then start looking closer to find out why my butt was hurting so much that I couldn't sit still.

"No, thank you," I said. "It'll be okay - I just didn't think it was gonna hurt a whole lot when I sat down."

"You boys need to be careful - someone could really get hurt," she said before going to break up a little argument my older sister and brother were having about who had the bigger sandwich.

After lunch I got sent outside again and eventually ran into three of the guys involved in pulling the train earlier and, no surprise, they were all ready and eager to do something and, honestly, so was I.

"We're not gonna do it to each other, right?" I asked.

"Nah, my butt is still sore!" one guy said and the others just nodded. "Let's just go suck, okay?"

Once back at the original "scene of the crime," we paired off and kept ourselves busy sucking each other and changing partners until the four of us couldn't get hard again. As we were leaving, some of the other guys were coming in but none of them were the guys the four of us had been with earlier. They invited us to stay but we declined and it was a good thing I did because my mom came out looking for me, all dressed for work (and early) and told me she had to go in and I had to go inside until my father came home.

I went inside, went to my room... and went right to sleep.[/SIZE][/FONT]

[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I was so comfortable being fucked that halfway through the fourth guy doing it to me, I nodded off; in fact, I didn't even feel him when he stuck it in and had giggled to hear and feel how squishy my behind was at this point. I nodded off, lulled into a short nap and didn't snap out of it until I heard him yell, "I'm gonna shoot!"

Guys five, six, and seven took their own sweet time doing it to me and even though I knew the guys were talking, I had tuned out everything other than the dick sliding in and out of my ass. It was very hot in the abandoned building and before guy number eight took his turn with me, I got up to get some much needed water... and when I stood up, with my legs wobbly, it felt weird to feel all the stuff that had been shot into me oozing out and running down my legs. After gulping down a lot of water, I laid back down and waited for number eight to stick it in and do it to me.

You might think that it took a very long time for all nine of them to fuck me... but it really didn't even though, to me, it seemed like hours when, after sneaking a peek at my trusty Timex, it had only been a half an hour or so; guys five, six, and seven took a whole four or five minutes doing it to me but, again, it felt like took much longer. When guy number nine took his place and stuck it in, I was tired and sweaty; thanks to some of the guys sucking my dick before sticking it in me, I had shot my stuff a few times and my body was really feeling achy from lying down and having them on top of me.

The last guy shot his stuff and I was glad that he was the last one... but I also knew it was going to be a long time before everyone got the train pulled on them. I was stiff and almost got a cramp in my leg trying to stand up but I managed it, went over to the sink, and spent quite a bit of time washing my butt and legs to get rid of all the evidence my friends had shot into me.

Then got at the back of the line to await my turn to do it to the next guy, which was the first guy who did it to me.

Let's see... when we got started, it was just after 9am and we finished pulling a train on each other somewhere around 11 or so; we'd all had a turn fucking and being fucked and we were right back to where we started... with me. We actually spent a few minutes deciding on whether or not we wanted to keep going and part of me was all for it but most of me was hoping that we didn't. I was so tired that all I wanted to do was to go home and take a nap and I think, today, that if it hadn't been for the fact that we'd worn each other out so much, the train would have kept going.

It wasn't until I had gotten dressed and we were on our way out so we could get home for lunch that I realized how sore my butt was and my butt still felt kinda squishy because you can't wash Vaseline off easily with cold water. We all got back where we met and just in time to hear parents yelling for us to come in for lunch - and I was starving. My mom had made me a "Dagwood" sandwich - maybe you're old enough to know about the comic reference - and I couldn't wait to sit down and dive right into it, well, until I actually sat down.[/SIZE][/FONT]