Ray to Rachel Part 5
Ray to Rachel Part 5
by Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)
This work of fiction contains explicit material intended for adults over 18. If you are under 18 or are offended by non-traditional sex, do not continue.
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Author’s note:
_A boy's fascination with panties leads him down a path he never intended, aided by an understanding relative. This story was inspired by my online friend Rachel Quinn, who also contributed many of the plot elements. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction!
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I didn't know what to say, but Mark wouldn't go away. Soon he was standing close to me, and I knew I had to say something. Thankfully Aunt Mazzie taught me about raising the pitch of my voice by speaking from the top of my mouth, not my throat. Fortunately my voice had not yet begun to change yet, which helped. I spoke softly, "Nice to see you, Mark."
"You wanna hang out with me?" he asked. I was a little anxious about it, but part of me really wanted to, so I agreed. We walked along the beach and I was surprised when his hand took mine.
He looked down and asked, "Is that okay?"
I nodded, really liking this a lot more than I had ever expected. I thought about what Aunt Mazzie had said about me being a straight girl when I was a girl, and that kind of appealed to me.
After a time Mark said, "I like you Rachel."
"I like you too," I responded.
We walked along the edge of the water for awhile and Mark turned to face me. He put his arms around me and pulled me close and kissed me. I could feel his tongue trying to part my lips but I held them closed.
"What's wrong?" Mark asked, "I thought you liked me."
"I do," I insisted, "But you're moving way too fast – I never kissed before!"
"I'm sorry," Mark said, "I thought you'd like it."
"I did," I replied, "But let's take things a little slower, please."
Mark agreed and we continued to walk along the water. Soon we were watching some older kids play volleyball. The girls breasts would bounce when they jumped, and I imagined being older with larger breast forms – would they bounce like real breasts?
Suddenly the ball flew wild and two guys came chasing after it, right toward us. The ball zoomed past us and soon the two guys crashed into us, knocking us both into the water.
They apologized profusely and helped us both up. We told them it was no problem and hope they had a good game. Mark and I laughed at the situation, and then he whispered to me, "Are you really a boy?"
How could this be happening? I looked perfectly girlie, but then I realized that my makeup had probably run and my hair was a mess and ... and ... I looked down and was horrified to see that my little cock was plainly outlined in my wet bikini bottom! I was never so humiliated in all my life!
What could I possibly say? Mark could plainly see that I wasn't really a girl, so I just whispered back, "Please don't make trouble for me."
"I'm not going to make trouble for you," Mark said, "But tell me – do you like being a girl?"
I was beginning to feel ashamed, but hung my head and just said, "Kind of."
"That's great!" Mark said, "I want you to be my girl – will you be my girl?"
I wasn't sure what that meant, but it seemed like a pretty good recovery from the mess I thought I was in, and agreed.
Mark turned to me and kissed me. This time I didn't resist. He moved my hand to the front of his swim trunks and I could feel his hard cock. I had never touched another guy's cock before but I found that I really liked it. I knew right away that Mark was expecting me to relieve him. Part of me wanted to and part of me wanted to just get out of this situation. If I told him "no" he might get mad and make trouble for me, so I just said, "I don't know what to do."
"It's okay," said Mark, "I'll teach you."
We walked on, hand in hand and I wondered how this was going to play out. We were approaching a large rock, and I noticed that the beach had curved and all of the others were out of sight. We must have been on private property, but I didn't see anyone around.
We got on the other side of the rock and kissed some more. Mark put his hand right on my butt and gently squeezed. I know that was really forward of him, but I really liked how it felt. Then he slipped his hand into my bikini bottom and squeezed my cheek. I couldn't believe how nice that felt and finally opened my mouth to Mark, and his tongue probed me. A month ago I would have been completely repulsed at the thought of kissing a guy, but now I was really enjoying it.
Mark took my hand and put it down the front of his swim trunks and for the first time I felt the warmth of another guy's cock. I didn't know how old Mark was, but his cock was enormous! I knew I was small, but Mark must have been larger than most guys his age.
"I'm going to teach you to suck cock, okay?" he said, "All girls like to suck cock."
I was in no position to refuse, but more than that, I really wanted to suck Mark. Aunt Mazzie made me feel incredible when she sucked me, and I wanted to do that for Mark, as any straight girl would. I told him I would try.
Mark pulled his swim trunks down and offered me his cock. I had never seen any but my own, so it was an entirely new experience for me. I studied it carefully as I touched and stroked it. It grew even larger and he pressed toward me. The tip of his cock was against my lips, which parted to receive him. He slid in and to the back of my mouth and I gagged.
"Sorry," he said, "You control the depth."
I backed off a little and was struck by how nice his cock felt in my mouth. It was like cocks and mouths were meant for each other, and I began to enjoy our special coupling. Mark told me to move my tongue around, which I did and he responded nicely. I felt his cock enlarge slightly and then begin to pump his cum into my mouth. He was still squirting as he pulled out of my mouth and splashed my face and chest. He thanked me and said he had to go. Just like a boy to leave once they got what they wanted!
I cleaned up as well as I could, having no mirror. I walked back down the beach to Aunt Mazzie, and lay down on the towel next to her.
"Who was the boy?" she asked. I no longer had to wonder if she knew I was with a boy.
"It was Mark," I said, "That nice boy we met in the shopping mall yesterday."
"I guess he must have been nice," she responded, "You obviously hit it off well. Better wipe his cum off your face and off your bikini before it stains."
Special thanks to my online friend Rachel Quinn for the inspiration for this story and much of the plot.
To be continued . . .
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–Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)