What a good boy…Chapter 14
My dad looks at me then at my mom and he rolls his eyes and says
. “I’m going to the living room. I love you both but I am not mentally prepared in any way shape or form to have my wife talking to my son about sex toys.”
It’s almost funny except that I kind of am right with him on this one. Some things y’know just should have barriers.
Not with mom.
“Come lets take these things to your room.”
“Okay…this is more than a little weird.”
“No, it’s perfectly fine. I was there when we were with the doctors showing you how to dilate and now we’re sharing this experience we really have a lot more in common now Tracy than we had before.”
“Yeah a vagina.”
She actually beams. “And even though you decided really strongly on your own path with your gender and sexuality as your mother and the only parent with a vagina it’s my responsibility to help you through learning these things.”
“Okay…I’ll give you that much but isn’t a lot of this stuff up self explanatory?”
“Yes and no there’s a lot to learn about in regards to really using a sex toy and getting the best out of it.”
We head upstairs and to my room I have a nice house it was something else a business or something and it’s really a three story rectangular building that had been sold off and left to pretty much wait to get torn down as the area became residential until mom and dad bought it and added a side garage and made it sort of a brownstone kind of house after making it less ugly by putting in a serious yard.
We have our own privacy a lot even though we’re close and I’ll admit I’m a little spoiled in a way compared to some kids with half of the third floor being my room. It was smaller but ever since the accident mon had decided before I had even decided that her “daughter” was getting a full service bathroom and the rest of my room is just two rooms made into one and that gives me room for my bed and my desk and my bookshelves and my workout stuff. The other side of the third floor is storage since we don’t have an attic and the basement is the furnace room.
“Okay here’s what I have bought you.”
It’s scary and intimidating and titillating all at the same time. There’s these small ones with ring like grips and an odd shape, then there’s what’s definitely several dildos in varying shapes and sizes…some are clear colored gel stuff or like silicone…two look like cocks…there’s this shiny silvery chrome bullet thing to that looks like one of my dilators and I’m pretty sure I know what that one is.
“See this is a very broad subject and we should talk out the pro’s and cons of them. I’m actually really well versed in these matter Tracy.”
“I’m not right…not good with people, I used a lot of things too relieve myself sexually while I was lonely until I met your father.”
“Oh…” Okay given how mom can be I get that as an honest option. I’m actually disturbed at what an abusive guy could do to her. Regular people can be assholes enough and hard for her to deal with.
“Here…I even bought you a harness.”
She takes out a box and I really can’t believe it but can believe it… “You bought me a strap on.”
“Yes, if you still want to be a boy and identify as one if even in an odd sort of lesbian way then you really should have one.”
“Mom…people would get sorta pissed if they knew you were doing this.”
“Yes people get upset over a lot of things, but the fact is that with or without my blessing you’re already sexually active and you already have sexual partners. I just can’t see forbidding you to do such things as a workable strategy. So I just want you to have fun…be happy…I was very lonely at your age Tracy. I’m amazed at the way you can cope with everything and adapt…I’m bad at all of those things. I just really need to be a good mother…I’m not like other mom’s out there I know that but I need it more than…I…”
I give her a hug. She hugs me back. “I get it, I do…you’ve been judged by people all the time, they know that you’re the way you are and some of them are real jerks. You just need to show them you actually can raise a decent and stable kid.”
She nods. “Yes…I’m not good at the way you can put things either but yes…but it’s not a want but it’s like a need.”
“Yeah…it’s okay Mom I get it…you’re pretty cool no matter what anyone says.”
We break the hug and she holds the box with the harness up. “Strip.”
“What you have nothing I haven’t seen, we’re more alike than different.”
I get undressed and it’s a little weird and it’s not. Getting changed and stuff around the girls and using the girls bathrooms have kind of desensitized me to the fact. Mind you I’m grateful that Mom isn’t getting naked because that’d be hellishly weird even for me.
It’s also a good thing Mom’s pretty clinical too.
But it’s at least as embarrassing as learning to dilate.
Several of the dildos are designed for both “normal” use and this but one has this part that slips into the wearer so as you’re doing our sex partner the motion is doing you.
The rest of the stuff is strange but also…like I said intimidating and thrilling. The little one with the V shaped parts is a rabbit? The V shaped parts are supposed to rest on the sides of my clit and it’s a vibrator.
It’s at least two hours of show and tell the super embarrassing mom edition. She does show me a really good website with this old lady doctor call Sue Johansson that is from awhile back but it’s a cable candid call in show about sex and everything related to it. I highly recommend watching it online because really this is the stuff we should be able to ask in Sex Ed. Classes.
Mom hugs me. “I love you, I’m going to go and placate your father, he’s had I think an embarrassing day. I’ll leave you to your privacy honey. Have good orgasms.”
“Mom!” I swear, I swear sometimes she must say things like that on purpose. It’s almost a face palm moment.
I do wait until she goes and I find a place to put my new things and I’m trying to figure out what…what do I want to try first?
I settle on getting a shower first and then get online and actually watch some girl on girl porn with strap ons.
Oh it doesn’t take long before I have this little fantasy in my head going and I get the silver bullet out first. It resembles my dilator, so familiar’s good.
I relax into the familiar feeling of it sinking into me but part of me is nerved up and keyed up so high with the possibilities it feels good…I’m…okay It’s not the same as jerking off but it’s better?
Just the drifting thoughts of Sophie kissing me and her taut athletic black body up against mine as she has her hand down between my legs and she’s making me sweat…move…hip roll into the vibe…then she turns it on.
“Oh…oh, oh, oh, oh…..Oooooh….”
I have it just backed out enough until it was just resting inside of me and I just gave the ring at the bottom the first turn but the hum…it’s buzzing though me…into my clit and the nerves from there…wired directly into my brain as it feels like the vibrations are making my brain bubble and steep in orgasmic brain fluids.
I move it….Sophie moves it over my clit more and more…I grab a pillow to muffle the first clenching cry…pillow but in my fantasy I’m head first into her perfectly perky chocolate breasts.
It’s so good…and I need more.
I’m a boy with a Vag…I’ve got boy feelings and boy sex drives…and there’s a reason nature denied guys a pussy of there own…because we’re greedy…I want more because I can have more…I’m not really sure medically why I can get off more than once but multiple times and it’s a way different thing than my old ones but…My boy brain wants more girl cums.
The buzzing makes me cry out as I sink it deeper and deeper inside and turn it up more and more until I’m rolled over face in my pillow both hands between my legs humping my hips in this whole involuntary way as I’m crying out well muffled as I cum again and again just picturing…locked into my fantasy of Sophie gripping me hard by my hips and fucking me hard…
I want that so bad….
Her or Gwen…taking me and doing these kinky, sexy, naughty things to me and I’m pushing into myself, into my hands and into my bed and my third is a screamer that leaves me sobbing…yeah…you ever get taken to this point you feel so damned good you are crying?
I just got there.
Crying and exhausted I just let go and go limp and there’s this strange little laugh that comes out of me as I feel my Vag muscles push out the vibe.
I’m going to say I passed out after that because I’ve never drooped into sleep that hard or that fast before…I just turned off my new friend and curled up sticking a pillow between my legs and curled up into my sheets.
It was about twenty after eight when I woke up and slept through supper. I have sticky sheets too when I wake up and I’m feeling…not sore…I thought I’d be sore but that was so…other than the sex part I think it actually massaged me inside in a good way.
I get a shower, toss on some sweats and take my sheets to the laundry room and I can hear mom and dad watching TV.
I come out to the living room and they’re watching some zombie show on cable. I’m not really into that stuff so I head off to the kitchen and they got take out. There’s the Styrofoam take out trays there and the folded boxes with Chinese food in them. I look through taking some of the stuff I like.
I’m not a big fan of the garlic or honey garlic ribs. I do however like Chicken balls, wantons, egg rolls, Rice…I love fried rice in just about every incarnation and they got me my favorite which is the shrimp fried rice. It’s just those small salad shrimp in it but there’s lots and there’s a bit of hot chili peppers and coconut added into it and they fry the shrimp first which is over cooking them but they get that fried crispy brown on them that partly comes off into the rice as it cooks.
It’s great workout food too…carbs with a lean protein and just bits of flavors that of just yummy…I also like the chow miens we have too. I like most veggies but chow mien has to be one of the best ways ever to eat veggies. Salsa has to be the second…I pig out and I’m bad for the sauces which I heat up in the microwave, cherry, plum and pineapple all go great with the chicken balls and the wantons. I use too much soy-sauce on my egg rolls. I just bite an end off and dribble it inside the egg roll…Eggrolls are awesome, I actually push some of the filling further down and I use it to scoop and fill it with the fried rice.
I love the magic bite where it’s half egg-roll filling and half fried rice and the salty hit of the soy-sauce and the crunchy outside.
Sometimes the little things in life are the best things.
I eat but I dig out some one of the bigger Tupperware containers and I make a lunch like one of those bento things with a bit of wax paper sheets separating the different stuff in there and I even dig out some rice and cook some more…I take the rest of the spare ribs and dump them in ribs and sauce and all once the rice is mostly done and stir it all it with some soy-sauce and a handful of diced green onion from the fridge. There’s enough for a good feed after I add the leftover beef fried rice to it. I have to put it in it’s own container but there’s enough for a bit for most of the girls.
There’s one good Chinese place in town and not everyone gets to eat there either, In this town pizza is Italian food and going to Swiss Chalet is fancy for a lot of people. You can’t get Mexican here except in the grocery stores or Arabic food or Jewish food we have a bunch of chains, so decent Italian places and one Chinese place and one Indian/Hindu buffet place mostly because of the immigrants though three of the pizza places here are Middle Eastern.
I hope they’ll enjoy it all.
It’s still a little head trippy that I’m starting to be friends with the jockette crowd. But it’s still cool that I’ve started making friends again.
I get some ice cream and make a milk shake and take it upstairs and start in on my homework and working out and make my bed. Yeah I do work out a lot but I’m still going for sleek….I never want to be big and bulked up but catlike…and hard…I want a girl to touch me and get all hot over the lean hard muscles and getting wet as I will as her hands and mouth glide down my ab’s to my Vag.
Okay….just thinking about that get’s me turned on again a little. I roll over and get my box of new toys and I try the strange looking unshaped silicone six inch dildo and it so strange and rubbery and semi-floppy but not and start with that…meh feels different, but it’s so much like my dilator only it has a strange texture…I try the rabbit vibe…that just feels odd and wrong too convoluted for me to enjoy. I get back to my silver bullet and get back into getting really going with that and once I’m good and wet and psyched up for it I take the eight inch silicone coated rubber realistic with the suction cup base…and insert it getting a grunting shock at the feeling…it’s the widest thing I’ve got and It’s stuffing me…
Oh…shit…I can feel the head and the ridges and veins they put on this beast and I’m being stretched…I breathe…whine…bite my lip and try to take it easy like when I was first dilating…
The feelings on the out stroke…all this good, not smooth sensations…it’s like the fourth or fifth time that my head flings backwards in orgasm and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
I fall into the sexiest dirtiest fantasy with me and most of the girls on the soccer and basketball teams there in the showers/locker room and they all have strap-ons and there’s this huge cummy…humping orgy and I’m being taken because it’s so lezzy hot to fuck a boy with a pussy…they all want to do it….I have to stop from being too sore…It’s pretty bad when you’re rough with yourself.
I’m just as wore out like the first time and barely set my alarm.
Bed, thump, coma…sore vagina.
……………………………….............................................Morning comes really fast.
I slept really good though and as much as I don’t want to move I roll off my bed onto the floor and start with twenty push ups and tuck my feet under my bed and do fifty crunches.
Ab’s…I really want my ab’s…that look.
Then I go use the bathroom. Get cleaned up, shower, Nair, brush my teeth…yes I’m keeping rid of my body hair…Sleek, smooth…take my meds and my vitamins oh and…
My Mr. Real….it’s water friendly…I took him into the shower and took advantage of the water and getting …It’s not as sore as last night but still so amazing and I want that…I want that just got seriously laid look going into school.
I dress, tight rayon stuff shiny black t-shirt, black boy cut panties, black jeans and a studded belt I go with black sport socks with skulls along the tops and sneakers. Nice deodorant and cologne just not like heavy actually unisex stuff and a few odds and ends. I should get my ears pierced.
It takes a minute to decide but I take out a tube of liploss cherry flavored and put some on. It’s not a girl thing so much as it’s a wanting to kiss girls thing.
I do check my look out in the mirror. Intersexy? I am showing just a bit of midriff like the girls do but only if I move the right way and while my jeans are sort of baggy in the legs they snug to my crotch saying pretty strongly that I’m not packing sausage.
I think I like the way I look. I bet I could definitely carry earrings off. Not the dangly stuff but stud types, small ones. I sort of look like that 80’s hair band androgynous look Bowie and them were all trying only I’m like a 2012 skater sporty version of it.
Better ass curves and breasts and I’d be a teen TV lesbian. Butchy but still this way though…I like this.
I get my books and one of those cloth carry out grocery bags and I take my skateboard to school instead of my bike for a change. I still stay out of the heavy traffic and no I-pod and watch wear I’m going and I’m wearing a helmet too. I have a couple of nice ones that are black with some good decal patterns on them.
I get there early actually and hang in the side parking lot with some of the other skate kids. I get marginal acceptance there. They’re really a let you be you bunch because they are stoned half the time. No seriously I saw like five different people blazing up one while I was skating and waiting for Sophie and Gwen.
I am trying to bump up my board skills too. There’s nothing that will get you respect like actually having some skills. Mine are crap in my opinion buy I can sort of ride the ramps and not fall too much on the shitty half pipe we have. I’m not stair hopping, or grinding a rail yet. I can curb grind a bit but just a bit.
I think I’m getting looks though from some of this crowd too. But it’s way more like friendly or neutral curiosity. Though there’s the Goths and that Emo-Crowd that seem to accept me a bit more because of some Addams family requirement?
I even get “Hey’d” by Morgan she’s like a full out lesbian and goth-emo queen vampire or some such. I “Hey” back and sip at a bottled water giving her a show of my midriff and down. She flirts? Back with her licking her black painted lips and showing off her tongue stud.
Oh…I wonder what that’d feel like.
I give her a smile but skate away and over to the bus area as Gwen and Sophie are getting here and I slide over smiling. Gwen looks me up and down… “You look good.”
“I feel good, great actually.”
“Great as in didn’t shop online but she bought me lots of fun new amazing toys to play with.”
Gwen grins and Sophie’s mouth is open. I step close and kiss her. She get’s this surprised wide eyed look that settles into half lidded as I run my hands over her hips. I whisper into her ear. “Oh yes this really awesome vibe and I just ell into thinking of you with it kissing me and pressing those hot brown aching breasts into my chest as you sank it into my pussy over and over making me shake…shiver…and cum…I was saying…So…phie…into my pillow over and over…and again thinking of these hips moving with that big eight inch strap on salsa dance sex sliding it to me…your fingernails digging into my hips…”
She gasps and shivers and her eyes get this little far off look and she bites her lower lip very hotly. Her nipples are poking through her bra and shirt pretty impressively.
“Oh…oh fuck Tracy…”
I smile at her and kiss her softly again…
“Can I play too?” Gwen pouts sexily.
“Uh-huh…I so had this fantasy about the three of us.”
Sophie blinks. “Uh…the three of us?”
“Sure…I like you, I like Gwen and just thinking about what you too did get’s me aching to have you both…”
Sophie blushes…yes, black folks can blush and it looks seriously cute on Sophie.
“Yeah, it was so hot I was so unable to have a whole shower session before school.”
“Uh……huh…” Softly and slowly.
“But you didn’t fantasize of using it on me…us…”
“Oh of course I did…but you’re so fucking hot, and great on the court and athletic that I am so falling for this fantasy of you as this hot she-stud.”
She shivers some more and stares at me. No words but she’s in mid sexy daydream I can tell.
The bell rings. “Gotta go, oh I brought lunch for us we’re having Chinese if you want to.”
I skate to the doors and carry my board into the school and I can definitely feel Sophie and Gwen watch me go. Watching my body, it’s a very heady and sexy feeling.
I think that’s good and fair really that I get to be the hot sexy teasing one for a change. Heck the girls do that to us guys all the time. I kind of feel….powerful?
I hear Sophie. “He…ow…He…He tasted like cherries….”
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