I settled into a routine at work. Each morning I’d bike the six or seven miles from my parents’ home to the beach where we were renovating condo and hotel landscaping. The winter’s three-day cold snap had played havoc with the palms and bougainvillea. By ten or eleven, I’d remove my dripping-wet sleeveless tee and work on my tan. I knew I was looking good and I knew my sweating, ripped chest was attracting some attention...

Chris closed his dorm room door behind him. He couldn’t get the thing with the crocheting girl out of his head. He felt like he needed to talk to someone about many things, this just being the last in a line of experiences since the change. Brianna had no classes on Fridays and had left for home for the weekend after her last class of the day. Besides, he didn't think she’d enjoy hearing him talk about what made him attra...

Brianna pushed open the door to her dorm room, the three shopping bags dangling from her wrist making a racket as they swung from the motion. She had gotten Chris four bras; they weren’t very good bras, mostly spandex that covered the breasts with little support, but they would be better than nothing. Bras in his size were hard to find. She had also gone shopping for herself. She got some men’s boxer briefs she hoped woul...

I’m not a lesbian. I’m 100% not into girls. Sure, I’ve kissed a friend now and again, normally to get rid of unwanted male attention but I don’t fancy women. I love cock. Big, hard cock. So why am I currently naked, scissoring my best friend to orgasm? It started as a normal evening. It was my birthday and a huge group of us went out for dinner followed by cocktails. Anna was one of my best friends. A stunning six-foot-ta...

[continued from part one] It must have been 8:00 or even 9:00 PM at this point; I wasn't even sure. Melissa said, "Josh?" I released her breast and sat up; she sat up too. For some reason, I was afraid she was about to tell me to go home, that I'd worn out my welcome. She sat looking at me, her pretty face with a sweet smile, her hair sort of messed up, ringlets and curls hanging over her flushed cheeks. Her bare chest ha...

We were on our second Margaritas when Melissa caught me looking at her cleavage. She smiled and leaned across the little bar table, her brown, curly hair hanging in ringlets around her pretty face: "Hey, can I tell you a secret?" She and I weren't really going out, not exactly. I didn't know what the heck we were, to tell the truth. I'd met her because I work with a friend of hers, and a few times she'd come out for drink...

It happened on a Wednesday. First, information was gently inserted into everyone’s mind, information about what would soon occur. Going forward, people between approximately the ages of eighteen and twenty-five would undergo a sort of second puberty: they would develop into fully functional hermaphrodites. The majority of people will have this hermaphrodation occur between twenty-one and twenty-three, with only about five...

When I was sixteen, I did a lot of things, but one of the prized moments of my teenage years was when I was sixteen, as it was the time I lost my virginity. My friend decided to ask his stepmom if I could go to the beach with him and her, (she brought two friends) since it would just be him and that would get boring for him. I agreed but I had never really paid attention to his stepmom. She usually didn't show cleavage or...

The next morning I woke up to movement in the bed next to me. “Morning,” my sister said as she noticed my eyes open. “How’d you sleep?” “Like a baby.” “See? That’s what Jolene says after getting a nice titty snack.” “You might have passed the point of snacking right up to being a full meal.” “Aww, thanks, bro! Hey, speaking of… I’m quite full again.” “Ask Jolene.” “I would, but…” she was silent for a moment, letting the s...