Jake was a stud. There was no getting around that. His sixteen-year-old body rippled with muscle. His face was too rugged, too masculine, to be truly handsome, but it oozed sex. The pronounced brow-ridge, the heavy eyebrows, the five o'clock shadow, the lantern jaw, the broad, cleft chin; all these told the world: "This is a man." If his ears stuck out like jug-handles, if his lips protruded thickly, if his neck bulged out beyond his jaw-line, all that just made his virility that much more obvious; or so it seemed to Jake. He examined his mug in the bathroom mirror, and brought his bulging arms up in a double-biceps salute. His richly furred pits released his musk into the air, and "Damn!" Jake thought: "I am awesome! So why can't I get any pussy?"
His dates always ended the same way: at most a goodnight peck, and he was left at the door. And often they ended sooner than that. His last attempt at getting laid consisted of some rough fumbling in his car at the drive-in, and the girl walked home in a huff. What was it with chicks? Didn't they have needs? Why did they have to play those fuckin' games, expect so much before they would spread? Jake didn't have time for all that shit. He spent his free time in wrestling practice, at competitions, or lifting in the gym. When he got done with any of that, he needed to get off, and he didn't want to have to go through a lot of bullshit to get his nut. But his callused right hand was a sorry substitute for fucking. He was about to go crazy with the frustration.
Jake's younger brother Jamie passed by him on his way to the shower. As he dropped his towel and stepped in, Jake couldn't help but see his round, firm ass, and his cock gave a jump. "Fuckin' pretty-boy," he thought. "I bet he's already gettin' laid, at fourteen." Through the transparent curtain, he could see the water pouring over Jamie's slender shoulders, round full pecs, perky butt..."Jeez! I'm perving on my own bro! I gotta get outta here." Jake quickly left the bathroom and threw himself on his bed, pulling on his thick meat, fondling his balls, losing himself in a fantasy of anonymous holes, lips, tits...
He didn't notice the water shutting off or the door to his room opening. He was almost cumming when he heard a gasp. His eyes flew open, and there was Jamie, staring in wide-eyed amazement at his engorged cock. His towel had fallen from his hips, and his own much smaller member was standing at attention, and he was unconsciously stroking it.
At any other moment, Jake might have pounded Jamie for watching him; but he was too far-gone now, too turned on; and his brother's obvious excitement only fueled the fire.
"Whaddaya think of that big meat, bro?" he asked, holding it proudly for his brother's eyes to devour.
"I can't believe it. I mean, I figured you were big, but...wow!" Jake smirked at this.
"Yeah, it's a whopper all right."
"How big is it?"
"I dunno; never measured." This was a lie, of course; like every boy ever born, Jake knew his dick size down to the last fraction. Jamie went to Jake's desk and came back with a tape measure. He held it out uncertainly.
"Do it for me, bro; kinda hard to do it myself." Jamie couldn't see any reason for this, but he wasn't about to argue. He stretched the tape from the root of Jake's pole to its moist tip. His hands shook as he announced:
"Ten and a half inches!"
"Cool; how about around?"
"Eight."
Jake clamped his hand around Jamie's so he couldn't let go. "Feels so good; jack it for me, man." He scooted over in the bed so his brother could lie down beside him. Jake slipped his arm around Jamie's shoulders, and watched his face as he held Jake's huge meat. Jamie's lips were wet and hanging open. "Fuck, he's beautiful," Jake thought. "Too fuckin' pretty to be a dude."
"You shoulda been a chick, ya know that Jamie?" He said.
"Whaddaya mean?" Jamie asked.
"Look at you; your prettier than any girl in school; you got nice round tits, an ass like a peach; and your dick isn't much bigger than a clit. And look how you're getting' off on my meat. Know what? I think you really are a chick, inside."
Jamie blushed furiously at this, and seemed to be struggling with a response, but nothing came out.
"See? If you were a real guy, you'd have decked me for that. But you know I'm right, so you can't."
Suddenly Jamie burst into tears, and sobbed into Jake's chest, as Jake pulled him to him.
"Hey, it's okay, baby. You don't have to pretend with me anymore. I like that you're a chick. Yeah...I think I'm gonna like that a lot." He put his lips on Jamie's and forced his thick tongue into his mouth. Jamie groaned and responded feverishly, wrapping his slender arms around Jake's muscular back, and wiggling his girlish hips against him.
"Like candy from a baby." Jake thought. He rolled on top of his brother, pinning him down with his solid mass.
"So...you wanna be my girl, baby? You wanna sleep in here with your new man, and be his bitch?"
Lost in his passion, Jamie answered: "Oh, yes, Jake. I'll do anything you want."
"That's right, angel; anything. And you'll start with this." Jake scooted up the bed and flopped his big balls onto Jamie's girlie face. "Kiss em, baby girl; lick 'em; worship those huge man-glands."
Jamie's tongue tasted a man-sack for the first time, and she cooed her delight, moaning as she tried to get one of the massive testes into her little mouth.
"Ah, yeah, babe...so good" Jake groaned. "Clean 'em for me." He slid his fat organ down until it was poised at his new bitch's mouth. "Take it, baby doll; suck my huge cock."
Jamie lapped at the turgid flesh, finally managing to get the head into her mouth, slurping up the viscous pre-cum. Jake bucked, desperate to get his meat down her throat, but it was no use.
Fuck!" he yelled, flopping over onto his back in frustration.
"I'm sorry, Jake; but I know another way I can satisfy you."
"How?"
Jamie reached over and picked up the bottle of lotion Jake kept by the bed for jacking, and started to lube-up the throbbing organ.
"Ah, fuck, babe; I can jack off on my own."
"Be patient," she smiled. She swung her leg over Jake and straddled his powerful hips. Grabbing his cock at the base and pointing it upward, she started to descend onto it.
"You don't mean...I mean, you can't...ah, shit! So tight! So hot"
With nary a whimper, Jamie took her brother's Herculean phallus into her body, sliding down the pole farther and farther, until her pussy-lips were stretched around the enormous base. Jake was in awe.
"How did you do that?
"We girls have our ways." Unbeknownst to Jake, Jamie had been using increasingly large dildos on herself for some time. She began to raise and lower herself onto her lover's shaft, using her interior muscles to massage it. Her lovely breasts bounced invitingly, and Jake raised up to suck and nibble on them. This inspired increasing frenzy in his bitch, and she began to babble:
"Oh, Jake...I love you so much! Your huge cock in my little pussy...I can't stand it! So big...so powerful...oh, oh, oh!"
Excited out of his mind, Jake rolled on top and grabbed Jamie's ankles, pushing them back behind her ears. He began to fuck her with the force and speed of a jackhammer, his balls slapping her buttocks with every stroke. His cock swelled bigger and bigger and finally burst."
"AAAAAH, SHIIIIIT!" Massive globs of sperm filled Jamie's pussy, as her own orgasm sent spasms of pleasure up and down her young body. Her no-long-cherry cunt milked Jake's inseminator of everything it had, until he collapsed on top of her, muttering incoherently.
"So good...my bitch...love you...move in here..."
Jamie did move into her man's room and bed, much to the delight of her mother, who wanted her room for a sewing room. She began to collect pretty female nderthings, nightys and make-up, so when she was alone with her stud, she could please him in every way. Jake went on to become all-state wrestling champ and won the teen division of the state bodybuilding championship.
When he turned eighteen, Jake took a job managing a gym in another city, and he took his girl, Jamie, with him. They lived as a couple and no one was the wiser. They are now saving for Jamie's sex change, and then, with the help of some fake ID, they plan to marry.
Sometimes Miss Right is right under your nose.