The other day, a friend told me that the university is becoming an increasingly dangerous place for straight guys. I found it funny and didn't pay much attention to it.
Some time later, I met someone. At first glance, she was a beautiful girl. She had short brown hair, a doll-like face, wore a burgundy t-shirt with short black shorts, and likely had small breasts. She had a piercing in her left nostril and piercing brown eyes. Her legs were smooth and shapely, and she wore All Stars sneakers without socks.
It was a psychology class, and the professor told us to pair up for an assignment. It just so happened that she became my partner. The assignment consisted of looking at the person in front of you and writing down, on a piece of paper, everything that came to mind about them without exchanging a single word. I couldn't write down what actually came to my mind, because later it was going to be read to the whole class, and all I could think was "gorgeous" and "hot." I forced myself to see something else and ended up writing a few less incriminating things on the paper. One particular thing about her that caught my attention was that steady gaze of hers that wouldn't unlock for anything.
After long minutes of silence, the professor began asking our classmates what they had written, and there were many curious and amusing accounts. Unfortunately, class ended before we had the chance to share what we wrote. When it was all over, I told her what I had written. She seemed to find it amusing and then proceeded to read what she had written. I froze when I heard her voice!!! It was the typical voice of… let’s say… a fag! I couldn't see my own face at the time, but I assume I went completely pale. After reading everything, she looked at me with a smile. I confess I didn't even hear what she said to me, and was left not knowing how to respond. Fortunately, I didn't have to say anything, because right then the professor approached us to ask a few questions.
After a brief chat with the teacher about the assignment and a few other things, I was already much more at ease. The shock passed, but a question kept hammering in my mind, "After all, is she a man, or does she just have a problem with her voice?" I didn't know how to ask that. Although the truth was right before my eyes, or rather, my ears, I couldn't believe that she, who was one of the prettiest girls, if not the prettiest in the room, wasn't what she was supposed to be. If she wasn't the prettiest, she was, as a friend of mine used to say, the most "put-together" (this friend always accuses me of confusing beauty with being well-groomed). I think he has a point. It turns out that many girls at our college are, in fact, beautiful, but it seems that the less pleasing to a man's eyes they look, the more empowered they feel.
After class ended, we talked while heading down the hallway all the way to the stairwells. I was trying to orchestrate an opening in the conversation to ask that ultimate question, but the opportunity didn't come before we said our goodbyes in the building's lobby. It was a brief and somewhat distant goodbye, typical of people who had just met, and then she left.
I stood there waiting for a while, as I had another class right after. Meanwhile, I heard some shouting coming from outside the building and went out to take a look. It was a group of about ten girls holding up cardboard signs and chanting slogans.
MALE CHAUVINISTS... FASCISTS… THEY SHALL NOT PASS!
MALE CHAUVINISTS... FASCISTS… THEY SHALL NOT PASS!
MALE CHAUVINISTS... FASCISTS… THEY SHALL NOT PASS!
One of the girls in the group was taping posters onto the building wall. One of them read: "Every catcall is harassment!!" along with a few other similar phrases. After affixing the poster, she looked in my direction, smiling with open arms and said, "Marcos!! Wow, it's been so long, bestie!!"
She hugged me tightly and immediately started saying how handsome I looked. It was Rachel, a friend of mine. She told me she was there helping out the movement, but that she had to catch the bus soon to get to her internship. I decided to walk her to the bus stop. On the way, I mentioned that I had just come out of psychology class and briefly told her about the assignment and the girl with the voice like a…
"Oh, her name is Chloe, she’s really cool!"
"Oh, so you know her. Tell me something, is she actually a woman?"
"Hahahahaha!! Of course she’s a woman, sh... Look! My bus!! See ya, bestie!! Have a good weekend!!"
She kissed me on the cheek and ran to catch the bus. As she ran, I stood there admiring her body. She is gorgeous, a total dream. (I’ve always dreamed of dating her, but she never gave me a "yes.") There were moments in the past when it seemed like she wanted to. There was this one party where she let me kiss her mouth and wrap her in my arms. She seemed completely mine, but the next day, when I tried to kiss her in the college hallway, she turned her face away and didn't give me an opening. I even thought she only gave in when she was drunk, but I realized that's not quite how it is. Sometimes she wants to, sometimes she doesn't. It's as simple as that, and she never wanted anything more than kissing and making out. She was wearing white shorts that highlighted her ass more than ever! But one thing caught my attention even more than her ass. Her legs weren't shaved, and they had almost more hair than mine!!
That left me with a strange feeling! Suddenly, the girl I desired so much had something masculine about her, something that, in my mind, shouldn't be there. It made me feel weird for a while. I had never seen Rachel like that, and I felt it didn't suit her. It didn't fit my fantasies about her, and it was deeply unsettling at that moment.
I walked back to the classroom building, thinking about all of it. "How are we supposed to flirt with girls now if every catcall is considered harassment? How could Rachel's legs be like that? What happened to her? And what's the deal with... what was her name again... Chloe, to have a voice like that?"
The topic of the next class was about minorities and the privilege that guys like me, middle-class white guys, have. I left the classroom carrying a sense of guilt, feeling a bit sad for the poor people who aren't accepted by our bitter, prejudiced society. I promised myself I wouldn't discriminate against any of these people in any way. I would do everything I could to help bridge the social gaps between myself and anyone from these groups. Then I remembered Rachel's legs and felt bad for judging those little hairs, even if only in my thoughts. Men can no longer keep imposing things and oppressing women with stuff like that. If she wanted to keep her legs that way, let her, and I wasn't going to like her any less because of it.
As I was walking down the stairs, I got a pleasant surprise. My phone buzzed; it was a text from Chloe. (I forgot to mention to you, dear reader, that we had exchanged numbers on our way out of the previous class.)
The message read, "Hey! I was wondering if you’d like to grab a beer tonight. I know a really cool place near the university. Xoxo!!"
I thought, well, she’s Rachel's friend, and Rachel told me she’s definitely a she. Why would Rachel lie to me about that? She must just have a sore throat or something, no big deal. And she is incredibly hot.
A little later, I was at the agreed-upon spot. I found her there with a few other friends. It was a really fun crowd. We drank some beers, smoked a little weed, laughed a lot, and by around midnight, I think, I found myself kissing Chloe. Or maybe she was the one who kissed me, I don't really remember now. All I know is that after that, we headed to her apartment.
I don't quite remember how we got to the apartment, but I remember perfectly what happened after we stepped inside. It was a very small place. I think it was just a bedroom, a bathroom, and a micro-kitchen.
She only turned on a lamp next to the bed, pushed me until I tumbled onto the mattress, and put some music on. It was "Magic" by Coldplay. While the drums and bass played, she began taking off her clothes in front of me, dancing. She licked and sucked her own finger, never letting her eyes unlock from mine. In the dim light, she looked even more beautiful than before. She took everything off until she was just in her panties, smiling with satisfaction at how crazy with desire she was making me. Then she grabbed my shorts and pulled them all the way off. My cock was rock hard. She licked my balls first, and then traced her tongue slowly all the way up to the tip. She pulled back my foreskin, exposing the head, and gently licked it in circular motions to the rhythm of the music. Being with her truly felt magical, just like the song said. She hadn't even started sucking it yet, and I was already groaning, which made her look up at me and chuckle a bit.
She gripped my cock, stroked it a little, and then took it into her mouth. She made it disappear inside that little mouth of hers, sliding down until her nose touched my lap. It seemed impossible, but she did it anyway. What was truly impossible was not groaning! She sucked it with such passion and pleasure, with such natural ease, that I was already on the verge of coming when she stopped and said in a playful, purring tone:
"Now it's your turn!"
She made me get up, and she lay down in my place. She was wearing black panties, and in the dim light, I couldn't quite see that there was an unexpected bulge in them. I climbed on top of her and kissed her mouth; she kept looking at me with that intense gaze, not breaking eye contact for even a single second. Her breasts were very small. I licked her nipples for a bit and then went to pull off her panties.
I F R O Z E ! ! !
Every single hair on my body stood on end as if I had just seen a ghost! I backed away from her until my back hit the wall.
"Are you okay?!" she asked. After a moment without an answer, she added, "Didn't you notice from my voice? Hey, calm down, it's okay, I don't bite! You don't have to touch it if you don't want to. You can just do to me whatever you usually do with other girls."
It took a little while before I could manage to say anything.
"I'm sorry... I shouldn't have reacted like that... I..."
I remembered having promised myself not to discriminate against any minority whatsoever. The class about minorities was still very vivid in my mind, just as vivid as the shame I felt for the way my peers treated anyone who was different.
"It's okay, I understand. I think! I mean, I thought you knew because of my voice... That's why I didn't warn you, but... Do you want a glass of water? I'll go grab some water, just a sec."
She got up with her cock still hard, pulled her panties back on, and walked over to the kitchen. While she opened the fridge and poured a glass of water, I thought about what I would do next. I took a deep breath and figured it was no problem. I could just do to her what I always did with girls. In fact, it was actually a plus, because I was going to get some anal tonight, which isn't easy to get from girls, especially on the first night.
She came back with a glass in her hand. She had tucked her cock back into her panties, and she hid it so well that she almost seemed to have a pussy now. I drank the water and looked at her. She looked serious and a bit awkward. Then I got up, standing right in front of her. She’s almost a head shorter than me, and she stared up at me with that steady gaze for a moment before opening her mouth to say something. Before she could speak, I moved in, grabbed the back of her neck, and kissed her mouth. After that, my hands went to squeeze her buttocks. A finger delivered the message as it sought out her asshole.
"Ah, sssh! You naughty boy!!"
I could feel the heat rising between us. She became cheerful again, looking at me with a mischievous grin, and pushed me back onto the bed. But there was a problem. My cock needed to be revived. All that surprise had been too much for it. My partner made an effort to resurrect it with her mouth, but with no success. The more time passed, the more nervous I got, and the more nervous I got, the harder it was to turn things around. On the other hand, the panties were starting to get way too small for the other cock, and my partner paused her resurrection attempt for a moment to strip them off.
In the end, we gave up.
"I think your cock didn't like the competition," she said jokingly, trying to cheer me up.
Then she lay down next to me. I looked at our genitals; it was devastating to see mine completely limp while hers was as hard as a sword. I really wanted mine to harden up, too, but it wouldn't obey me. It always does whatever it wants. The only thing it obeys me on is not pissing in my pants, and even then, very reluctantly sometimes.
She followed my gaze and, after taking a deep breath, asked, "Do you want to take it from me? How about trying something new?"
"Are you crazy? No!"
"Why not?"
"Because no!"
"Are you scared?"
"Shut up!"
"Hahahah!"
Since there was nothing else to do, she turned on the TV, and we picked a movie. I was devastated, but she told me I needed to stop overthinking it and that later... who knows.
We watched the movie for a while, half-embraced, until we forgot about it. When we hit a sex scene, my cock responded. I was back in the game.
Without wasting any time, Chloe slipped a condom onto me and turned onto her side. I grabbed her waist and just pressed the head against the opening of her asshole.
"Go easy, slow down!" she said in that purring voice.
I penetrated her little by little while she groaned softly. It was a tight little ass, and I had to push hard to get inside.
"Easy, ah!"
Until it went all the way in.
"Pound me, come on, you feel so good!"
I started the thrusting, hard and steady. Her body really was beautiful, especially from behind, but that voice… I don't know why, but that voice wouldn't let things flow as smoothly as I wanted. She groaned nonstop, and I tried to tune it out, but it was in vain. Soon, I felt my cock going soft again. And limp, there was no way to keep going.
"What's wrong, handsome?"
She turned around, and her cock was rock hard, while mine…
"It felt so good, you were fucking me!"
I wasn't going to tell her it was because of her voice.
"Look how hard you made me! Have you ever touched a dick that wasn't yours?"
"No. And I don't want to!"
"Babe, if you didn't want to, you would've left by now, you know? Touch it, come on. Don't be scared!"
She had that gaze that never unlocks from its target, and her arousal was so intense that she wasn't going to give up easily. She had a desire, and she was determined to satisfy it. It could have been by taking it if my cock had worked, but since it didn't, there was the alternative. I remember feeling something similar with an ex-girlfriend of mine a few years back, when she gave up on having sex with me after a long make-out session. My balls ached from being so horny, and I was determined to fuck her. It was strange being on the other side of the story this time.
Defeated by desire and by Chloe's firm voice, I took another person's dick in my hand for the first time in my life. It had the same texture as mine, and the size was similar, but there was something different about it. It was the first time I felt the texture of a penis in my hand without feeling my hand on my own penis. This made me experience it differently, with more vividness and more detail.
"Now get on all fours!"
"What? I can't do that!"
"Why not?"
"Because I'm a man!"
She flushed red.
"This whole being a man thing is just a social construct!" she said, irritated.
"Yeah, maybe, but I'm a man anyway."
She laughed. She almost said what she was thinking, but decided against it. Maybe out of pity, I don't know. But it was as if she had said something like, "And where is the man now?" or something along those lines.
"So you think you're better than me just because you've never taken it up the ass?"
"I didn't say that!"
"Then why won't you take it from me? How is it going to hurt you?"
"I just don't like bottoming!"
"But you've never done it, how do you know? I won't hurt you, I promise! How can you know you don't like it if you've never tried it? Admit it, you're just scared."
The further this conversation went, the more bruised I felt inside. She was already putting on a condom, absolutely certain she was going to fuck me. It wasn't her silly arguments that made me give in, no. What made me give in was realizing that my cock was growing little by little from that pure obsession with my ass. It was involuntary. It was also the first time I had ever felt desired like that. My ex-girlfriends always seemed to have sex to please me, not to please themselves. Chloe was the first one who showed an authentic horniness, a true, unforced desire for me. And that was what made me yield.
One thing I will tell you, dear reader: if you’ve never taken it up the ass, don't. Something that feels that good should be avoided so you don't create problems, addictions, an acute infatuation, maybe some soreness, or even a hemorrhoid. But that last consequence is only if you overdo it. Avoid going through what I am about to narrate now.
"Fine! But I want to be on top so I can control the situation."
She gave me that mischievous look.
"Alright!"
Everything was so strange. I even had trouble squatting down, but there I was with the tip of her cock at the gates of my asshole. I tried to slide it in, but it wouldn't go. I tried using my body weight, and it slipped away. I tried again, but the head just wouldn't enter, no matter what.
"You know what, let me do this. I promise I'll put it in with all the love and care in the world. Just get on all fours, come on."
On all fours, you can't control almost anything. You can barely see what's happening. She placed her hands on my waist, and then I felt that bulge forcing its way in. The more she pushed, the more the entrance stretched open, and I kept thinking, What the hell am I doing? But once the thing was inside, the sensation was so intense that there was no more room for those thoughts.
It kept going in, and in, and in, until I felt her body press against mine. Then, she started the thrusting slowly, like those old steam locomotives when they first start moving. The piston goes back and forth very slowly at first, and the steam makes a noise that sounds like a groan. Then the piston picks up speed, faster and faster and faster and…
"AAAHH! AAHHH! OH MY GOD!!! AHHH!!"
"Don't tell me you already came."
"AH!! NOT YET! AAAHH! OH, FUCK!!"
It was squish, squish, squish, squish, squish… nonstop and at full steam. It felt like the bed was about to derail. Every time the tip hit the bottom, there was a little sting of pain and, at the same time, a pleasure that's hard to describe.
"AHHH!!! I CAME!! I CAME!!"
She didn't even answer. I realized she was only going to stop when she came too. It was the first time sex didn't end with me ejaculating.
Squish squish squish squish squish squish…
I could feel her balls slapping against my body, too. It was kind of funny. Since she wouldn't stop, my horniness actually started coming back. I think if she hadn't come soon after, I would have come twice in a row during the same session, something completely unprecedented for me.
She lay down next to me, panting, and laughed. "Wow, babe, I think you woke up the whole neighborhood!"
"To hell with the neighborhood!" I said, lying in my own cum. I didn't even care about that anymore.
"Ah, nothing beats a virgin ass!"
I had said a similar phrase myself at some point, but I never thought I’d hear it being used to describe me. She got up, grabbed a pack of wet wipes, and handed them to me to clean myself up. Then she went to the bathroom.
When she came back, she was wearing those tight panties again, giving the impression that she didn't even possess that instrument that had just been filling me up a moment ago.
She lay down beside me, and we talked for a bit until the topic of sex came up again. That was when I confessed that…
"Hahaha! You want more, don't you? See how good it is? You want more of this?" she said, pulling her panties down and showing her dormant, flaccid cock. "If you want more, you'll have to wake it up."
"How?"
She pursed her lips as if she were sucking on something and then started laughing at my face. Defeated by a desire that was greater than anything else, I took her advice.
That little piece of soft, innocent flesh kept growing bigger and bigger inside my mouth. It had a faint taste of cum. Once it was big and hard, I started hearing her groan and groan. I stopped.
"What's wrong? I'm not going to cum in your mouth tonight, don't worry. Keep going until I tell you to stop."
I held it by the base and sucked on the tip like someone sucking on a popsicle. The dick, unlike a popsicle, didn't melt and wasn't cold. It didn't taste like a strawberry either. It tasted more like a finger, I guess.
She wouldn't stop groaning, and it felt like I was about to swallow my first gulps of cum despite her saying otherwise. That was when she told me to stop and lie down with my legs up.
She climbed on top of me, gave me a wet kiss, and before I knew it, she was inside. This time, she didn't start slow. She slammed it all the way in, making me groan right off the bat. I couldn't hold back the groans, so she covered my mouth with her hands. She thrust fast with her eyes closed and wouldn't let me masturbate. She said I had to cum using only her dick.
This time, my cum shot so far that it even messy-splattered the headboard of the bed. And then it was her turn to fill my ass with cum.
After it was over, she asked me if I had any STDs. But it was already a little too late to find out.
The next morning, I saw a text from Rachel that had been sent at 10 PM. It read, "I didn't have time to tell you, but just to clear things up, Chloe is a trans woman, okay? She’s a really sweet girl, and she’s looking for a boyfriend. I just don't know if you're into that. Xoxo!!"
Well, yeah. In the end, maybe the university really did manage to kill off another straight guy.
