Jenn's Hunger (Hard Time Sex - Prequel)
Copyright by Marcia St.Denis and Jennifer Stewart.
This story is a prequel to an earlier story called Hard Time Sex and was begun soon after we finished our earlier collaboration. Unfortunately, it has been more than a year since I have been able to reach Jennifer to get an OK from her to publish this final version of the story. Since I have not heard back from her, I am sending it in for your enjoyment just as I finished it. I only hope that my interest in perversely exciting characters and situations has not gone too far for her to be happy with it. My primary wish is that our many fans will derive great pleasure over many readings. It is why I write trannie erotica in the first place: as a gift to you.
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Chapter One - Freshman Blues
Jeremy Stewart stood looking out his dorm window wondering if he was going to make it. He felt incredibly lonely and completely forgotten. He was miserable and wanted desperately to cry. But he knew that his roommate might walk in at any moment and the only thing worse than feeling this miserable would be to show anyone his weakness or let anyone know how he felt. He had imagined college would be a lot different than he had found it: more exciting with a campus full of talented, sensitive people like him. Instead, he had found it to be rather uncaringly cold and anonymous and he was terribly unhappy. Not only was he feeling lost on campus but he also knew there was no going home. Regardless of how horrible it was at school, there was no future at all for someone like him back in the dusty farming community he came from. He had spent a lifetime dreaming about getting away from the confines of his quiet little backwater and the last thing he wanted was to go back with his tail between his legs. He was alone.
Yet he knew he was an extremely imaginative and creative artist with a promising future as a designer and he knew he would just have to stay in design school and hone his talent. He figured that there were plenty of reasons why he was ignored and overlooked. He was diminutive and quiet and certainly not the kind of boy that attracted lots of female attention. At 5' 4" he was slim and blessed with a smooth, luminous complexion. Not only didn't he ever need to shave his face but he had no body hair either, just a small tuft above his penis and it was extremely light and short. His face was remarkable for its softness. One would almost call him pretty rather than handsome.
Although he was loathe to acknowledge it, he knew he was actually very attractive to a small portion of the school. He had drawn a lot of speculation within the gay community, who saw him as a darling little addition to the landscape. But although Jeremy knew he attracted attention from some of the more aggressive gay boys he was generally oblivious to the looks and the comments his presence elicited throughout the community since no one ever seemed to approach him to get acquainted and he was far too shy to introduce himself to anyone he thought looked interesting. As a result, he had spent the first month of school alone and totally isolated without anyone to talk to or do things with. His only solace was his almost compulsive masturbation in spite of his embarrassment at needing to do it so frequently. Every day when he awakened he vowed to stop yet, within hours, and usually after one of his women's fashion classes, his overwhelming sexual hunger forced all other thoughts out of his mind and, like a junkie looking for a place to shoot up, he would have to find some hidden corner of campus to pull his cock out of his pants and quickly make himself spurt out his desperate loneliness and need in the form of long, thick ropes of white sticky cum.
He would start by slipping his delicate hands into his open fly and snake out his long, hard prick. He thrilled at the thought that he would dare to expose himself in a public place and the ever-present risk of being spotted by other people only served to elevate the eroticism of what he did. As he made a circle with his index finger and thumb, he loved the feeling of complete abandon he felt as he let his fingers slip down over the glans. He shivered at the feel of the inevitable lubrication of his pre-cum being smeared over the head of his penis. It felt so good, this initial encircling of his desire-crazed cock. Jeremy was convinced that being circumcised made him more sensitive and he swore he could feel every single cell of his larger than average sized penis more acutely than uncut boys. That must be the reason he needed to cum so frequently!!!
Smearing the pre-cum over the top of his prick and down over the glans allowed his hand to travel that much more rapidly and smoothly over the super-sensitive skin. He would often take out a pair of women's smooth satin panties that he carried with him to slip over the top of his cock so he could feel the cool sensuous smoothness of his favorite fabric. As he stroked himself into a harder, hungrier state of sexual need, he would think of the lovely, revealing lingerie or the feminine sexiness of the clothes he'd seen and handled earlier in the day in his previous classes and catch his breath as he imagined that he was humping his cock up and into its soft smoothness. Imagining himself buried in the softness of its folds he would feel a heightened sense of urgency in his almost desperate need to cum. The prospect of releasing his pent up, white-hot, creamy desire would send his fingers into a paroxysm of frenzied activity and within minutes he would sense the building explosion coming. When he finally allowed himself to shoot out his come and feel it pulse up and through his hard hot column of flesh he would look down so he could thrill to the sight of his slippery, sticky jizm spew out of the tip of his angry looking red cockhead and fly out onto the ground or into the confines of the panties. He also loved the feeling of tightness that overwhelmed him as his hairless ball sac would shrivel to a hard little ball and his penis head would grow in circumference just moments before he blew his load. When the cum began to boil in his ballsack and then begin its climb up his cock, he would reach down with his free hand and lightly tickle his balls in order to milk out every last drop of his sweet nectar.
After his last convulsive shudder of release, he would feel faint with the shame of what he had done and the overwhelming need that pushed him to do it and all he would want to do was to lie down and sleep. But, just as always, instead he forced himself to look around in fear that he had been spotted and, with the glazed look of a sexually satiated boy, he slowly made his way back into the hallway or onto the path that he had left in his desperate, almost frantic, search for another cum. His dark brown eyes gave him the look of a startled doe. His wide sensuous mouth, small aquiline nose and high cheekbones gave his face a decidedly feminine allure, while his long shapely legs and delicate ankles combined with his long thin fingers made him appear thin and feline and graceful, much the same way fashion models looked. In fact it was noted by more than a few that his mannerisms had a grace to them that few boys possessed.
Jeremy had barely turned 18 when he went off to art school. He was in his second month at the New York College of Fashion and Art and his mood that afternoon matched the weather outside: gray and morose. He knew no one other than his roommate who ignored him completely and the loneliness pressed in remorselessly. Every night he had slipped into his satin pajamas, washed moisturized his face, slipped into the softness of his eyelet edged sheets and jacked off to the thought of various girls and ladies wearing the dresses and/or lingerie he had designed. After choking back his cry of bliss at shooting his spunk out into the soft, silky crotch of his pajamas and then enjoying the feeling of his sperm growing cold and sticky on his cock, balls, stomach and thigh, his thoughts would once more turn to his desperate loneliness and he would find himself crying himself to sleep, But quietly of course for it would have been a disaster if his roommate Tony had heard him.
Tony was a macho Latino type who got up at six every morning for a five-mile run and three nights weekly worked out in the gym. Jeremy's 120-pound frame looked puny beside Tony's magnificent physique and he felt intimidated just being in the same room. Most nights, Jeremy was asleep before Tony even got home. They rarely saw each other, let alone talked or did things together.
Jeremy was a talented artist with a keen and vivid imagination but, as yet, he had not had the kind of classes where he could display his innate ability. In fact, he felt as if he had made a disastrous start at school and now all he wanted to do was quit and go home. Yet he knew that path led to a dead end.
All during his adolescence he had thought that he wanted to go into the fashion trade, designing women's clothes. He had always had a love affair with the soft fabrics of women's clothes and he knew how to get the most out of them when draped on the human body. He wanted to pursue that interest in school. He had first displayed his interest and abilities at the tender age of 6 when, one day while he was busy drawing, he had been vaguely aware that his mother was sewing an evening gown for a local Kiwanis holiday ball. While she was trying it on, but before it had been finished, he had looked up from his drawing paper and suggested that she alter the way it came off her shoulders. It was a simple suggestion but it transformed the gown from being rather common to being truly stunning. From that moment on his mother would always turn to him for advice on any designs she was thinking of sewing and she made sure she took him shopping with her whenever she went into town to look for something new to wear. Within a few years all of her friends and their daughters were coming over to seek out his advice on their clothes as well. Jeremy had a great eye and a great sense of style. Instinctively, he knew what looked good and what didn't and more importantly, he knew what alterations to make to turn a nice outfit into a spectacular one. He had a love affair with the female form going and he could make any woman become as sexy as she wanted to be with just a few simple suggested modifications or additions to an outfit. He loved feeling important and needed. He had also grown to love the feel of the fabrics as they slid through his hands and invariably he would have to surreptitiously reach down to adjust his hardening penis as he worked with his mother or her friends. By the time he was 9 he had learned how to wrap his penis in a piece of satin or in the silky back of a pair of panties or slipped into one of his mother's stockings so that his had would slide effortlessly over his glans as he masturbated his way to another orgasm. Things became a little more difficult after he had reached puberty and he started to leave puddles of cream in the articles of clothing or the fabric. He quickly solved this little problem by stealing what he needed off the clothes lines he passed on his way through back yards while going to and from school.
Very quickly he learned how to design and sew lingerie and had mastered the engineering complexities of the bra. While making lingerie for his mother and her friends, it was the easiest thing in the world to make a few little skimpy panties for himself. Although he used them primarily to drape over his cock to masturbate into it wasn't long before he discovered the thrill of wearing them beneath the rough pants boys had to wear. Throughout his teen years he wore women's panties whenever he felt he could get away with it and even this little quirk had a silver lining: he knew first hand what worked and what didn't work in the way of design, construction and materials used for maximum comfort and beauty in women's lingerie . By the time he graduated from high school he knew nothing could stop him from becoming a successful fashion designer.
Tony, on the other hand, was going into computer graphics and made it clear that he thought Jeremy was a fag. He told Jeremy that he was embarrassed to bring his friends to the room because Jeremy always left his designs and half-sewn dresses and blouses and skirts in plain view. Tony loved tormenting the poor boy by asking when he would be modeling his latest creations and by repeatedly announcing with mock fear that he was looking for a room change as he was afraid Jeremy might try to sneak into his bed to ravish him while he was sound asleep. This made Jeremy feel totally mocked and miserable but he was helpless to know how to respond and simply tried to avoid being in his room until it was time to go to bed. Every day he sat in the student lounge or the library studying and sketching and he would only get his sewing out when he thought Tony wouldn't be around.