Becoming Ben's (part 1)
When a gender dysphoric man tries his best to be a man, including military service, perhaps it is time to be the girl he was meant to be. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction!
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My name is Mike, and I was just finishing up a tour of duty in the Army. I'd had enough and wasn't interested in another tour, but had no job prospects. The sleepy little midwestern town I was from had little to offer, which is why I enlisted as soon as I graduated from high school.
My parents were rather overbearing, so I just had to get out as soon as I could. I regret that I burned bridges at home and wasn't welcomed back. I really had nowhere to go. One of my friends gave me the phone number of a guy who could put me up until I found work, so I called him and made arrangements. He seemed like a really nice guy and offered to pick me up when I got out. That was perfect for me because I didn't have a car.
On the day of my discharge he was waiting for me. He was a tall good looking black man named Ben. He smiled and greeted me, taking my duffle bag and putting it in the back seat. We drove to his house in a small town of Tranquility in rural Indiana. There were no subdivisions that I could see. All the houses were either farm houses or large tracts of land with houses tucked back into the woods.
As we passed through the center of his Tranquility I noticed that all of the men were black and the women with them were all white. This didn't bother me at all, but it seemed a little out of the ordinary.
We arrived at Ben's house, which was a nicely kept split level brick house, with attractive landscaping. Ben carried my duffle as we walked into the house – he was exceptionally polite, making me feel very welcomed.
Ben seemed to tower over me – he was over six feet tall, to my 5'6". I was short and kind of skinny, so I had to work harder to keep up with the more athletic guys I had served with, but that was behind me now. I had a new life to build, but wasn't sure where to even start.
Ben took me to a guest bedroom and put my duffle bag on the bed.
He told me to unpack and then join him in the living room, and to feel free to grab myself a beer on the way. I unpacked and went to the kitchen and took a beer out of the refrigerator and joined Ben in the living room.
I sat in a chair and took a sip of my beer. I noticed that Ben was not wearing pants, sitting there in just his shorts.
"I find this a lot more comfortable," Ben explained, "I hope you aren't offended."
"Not at all," I responded, "it's your house – besides I used to sit around like that at home too."
"Feel free to if you like," said Ben.
We talked about my plans, or rather, my lack of plans. Ben said that I was welcomed to stay for a while, and could help out around the house and yard in return, which was agreeable to me.
After a few beers Ben suggested that we go sit on the deck in the back yard. He had a nice back yard with lots of flowers planted. I praised him on his landscaping. He thanked me and said it was a lot of work – perhaps I could help him keep it looking good. I agreed.
After a few more beers we both had to piss. Ben stood up at the edge of the deck and took out an enormous cock! I had never seen one so big before. I unzipped but was reluctant to take my cock out – I was only 4" erect, and felt really intimidated by Ben's huge cock.
My eyes were glued to Ben's huge member, and soon he noticed my attention. "Like what you see?" he asked.
I was completely embarrassed at being caught gawking, and said, "Sorry, I've just never seen one so large," and looked away.
"It's ok," he said, "we are alone here – would you like to handle it?"
"No," I said, "that's ok."
Ben approached me, with his huge cock still out and said, "Go ahead, touch it."
I couldn't believe what was happening – I was straight, yet this cock really had my interest. I reached down and took it into my hand, and I felt it responded to my touch.
Ben took off his shirt and slipped off his shorts, standing there naked before me. I admired the muscular body of the man standing before me, his cock now semi-erect. I reached for it again and gently squeezed it – once again it grew in response to my touch.
"Why don't you take your clothes off and get comfortable as well?" Ben suggested.
As I held his cock in my hand I almost felt that I had to take him up on it, and stripped down. He looked at my puny cock, which was now fully erect.
He sat on a chair and suggested that I kneel before him so I could get a good look. I felt a little hesitation, but soon I found myself kneeling before him. His legs were spread and I was between his knees, admiring his huge cock, and looking with interest at the massive balls that hung beneath. I took his cock in both my hands and stroked him, watching him grow to an erection I thought possible only on horses.
As I stroked him, I knew that he was aroused, and felt that as his guest I needed to finish what I had started. I knew how to handle my cock, and his was similar to mine – just amazingly larger, but I knew what to do. I seemed mesmerized looking at his cock as I stroked it. While stroking him I failed to think ahead to the climax, and when he started to cum, his cock shot his hot load all over my chest, with the last of it falling on my hands.
"Thanks Mike," Ben said, "I really needed that."
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