Trans Dork Love

He pulls my shirt down with his teeth; he’s cute like that. I smile at him as my breasts come free.

“Love ya’ sexy babe,” I tell him.

He winks and goes back to work.

I look over at his shirt carelessly tossed to the floor and then back to him, his smooth chest, god, so sexy, I love it. His pecks stand out subtly and I feel the smooth bumps and dips that are his abs.

A little nibble on my ear, I giggle and kiss him passionately.

“Oh, you’re so hot, I could eat you.”

“As a matter of fact I think I will.”

I push him over on the bed. We had been half-sitting, half-kneeling on my queen-sized bed locked in an embrace. Now he’s sprawled on his back, nineteen so beautiful.

Steven is a beautiful boy, not a hottie, or a beefcake or a stud, but a beautiful boy. Thin and muscular, but not thick, his piercing green eyes that melt me every time I look into them. I met him a year ago in the dorms, I’m only a year older than he is, but I was too shy to approach him because of my um… situation….

****

Repeating his gesture I lean over him and take the top of his jeans lightly between my teeth and gently undo the button. I unzip the fly and slide my fingers into the waistband of his jeans and briefs. He arches slightly as I slide both garment down his hip and legs, then they join the shirt, in a careless heap on the floor.

“Hey, hey, hey!” he says, “ fair’s, fair, we need more equality in this relationship.”

“Ok,” I say.

I get up to my knees and grab my tank top from where he had left it, bunched at my waist. I take the corners and begin to wiggle it over my head in a playfully sexy kind of way. I slide my thumbs into the waistband of my skirt and panties…but he sits up and stops me.

“Fair’s, fair,” he whispers, and gets to his knees directly in front of me.

We are facing each other now, he looks into my eyes; I look into his. Melt. He kisses me in the cleft between my breasts. Oh god. I’m nearly shaking from adrenaline. This is so good, so right. The skirt slides down my legs, he doesn’t even pause at my penis, he knows it’s there, he doesn’t care; he wants me.

****

It wasn’t until the spring of my sophomore year that I was able to gather the courage to go to my school’s LGBTSU meetings. I had been active in the transgender community in my hometown, but I was worried about being ‘out’ at school. I tried to blend in with the regular students, it wasn’t too hard to blend; I went to an uber-state university with over thirty thousand students. I did all right, I had to be really careful with the other girls in the dorms as far as showers and stuff went. I spent the extra money for a single to avoid any really awkward situations, but I was pretty lonely. The other girls must have thought I was pretty strange; I kept to myself and spent a lot of time working.

I was finally living the life I had always dreamed, but I was so afraid of on mistake ruining it all that I barely spoke to anyone. I hardly came out of my room. Finally I broke down and went to see the homos (an affectionate term). At my first meeting I met some really cool punky lesbian girls and most of the others were pretty cool and accepting. I felt comfortable these were my people.

“What? You’re trans… wow, that’s awesome..”

“What can I say, I started early,” Smile.

And then Steven…. What? He’s gay? Oh no…huh? Bisexual? Oh… interesting.

I still couldn’t talk to him, what could I say, how would he feel about me. Boys and girls are one thing, but me? Stupid low self-esteem.

****

“Are you happy now?” I put my hands on my hips and give him a mockingly stern look.

He takes me in. My brown/blond hair hangs past my shoulders. My breasts, small round, a B cup, still new. My stomach, smooth and flat. My penis, bane of my existence, now starts to come to life, maybe it’s not so bad? When he’s done he simply says, “yes.”

“Good,” I say and give him a gentle push. He falls back onto the bed with an exaggerated flop and I laugh at him, “you are such a dork!”

“But a sexy dork”

“Yes, you’re right, a sexy dork,” I say as I move between his legs.

He’s excited, ready for this moment. I take him in my hand. This is my first time with a man. It’s strange, it feels like mine, but not. Firm and hard but soft, strong, hard to describe. I start to move my hand up and down, slowly and rhythmically, gradually increasing the pace. I’ve had one for twenty years, I know where it feels good, I make him feel good. My hair falls over one shoulder, halfway in front of my face, I look up at him, he smiles, he’s happy.

I kiss his belly button and move down his middle, leaving a trail of kisses.

****

We went to the movies the first time. He asked me. I guess he knew I was interested in him by the way I stared at him through out the meeting.

“I get the hint Mel, would you like to go to the movies sometime?”

“What me, hint?” I put a hand to my chest and batted my eyelashes dramatically, “tomorrow, eight, you drive.”

“Well, ok then,” he smiled and left. Lindsay caught me as my knees nearly gave out.

“Good thing you were standing there, Lyn’s, I nearly tripped.”

She righted me and began, “what? You didn’t even take a-”

“Yup, nearly tripped, thanks a bunch,” I walked calmly to the door and then bounced, skipped, ran, floated and did other crazy dorky things all the way to my room.

The next day at the movies, Stephen leaned over to kiss me.

“Steven,” I began haltingly, “There’s something you should… I need to tell you…”

“Shhh…. Mel, I know,” He looked right into me, in the flickering light of the movie theater, he looked right into my eyes, oh my god those eyes, “I just want you, Mel.”

****

I took him into my mouth. I was surprised at the way it filled my mouth, I gagged a little, but didn’t let on. I readjusted myself and relaxed my throat. I licked the underside and circled the head with my tongue, then I took it all into mouth and touched his pubic hair with my lips. I made a vacuum and started to move up and down, keeping pressure on the shaft with my tongue. I took his balls into my free hand and fondled them, he moaned and writhed his hips under me. My breasts lightly brushed his thighs, and I arched my back to increase the contact. This made my slow-to-come-to-life penis (hormones will do that to ya) become fully erect and I started to move faster and faster. I shortened my strokes and started to run my free hand up and down the remaining length of his shaft.

Steven tensed and then relaxed as the first of his semen hit the back of my throat. It was sweet and salty, a little strange but I swallowed it all. Because it was my first time, because I was in the moment, and because it was Steven, it was good.

When he started to soften, I crawled on top of him and kissed him, hard.

“Mmmm…” he said.

“Mmmmm… is all I get from you?”

“Mmmm, god that was great,” and kissed me back.

Still kissing me, he rolled over on top of me so I was on the bed and he was sitting just at my waist. He took his hand and ran it, slowly along my side, along my ribcage and up to gently caress my breast. I had touched breasts before, but until I had my own, I could never understand how it felt, how sensitive they were. Gasp. Moan. Oh God!

The kisses started at my earlobe, a little nibble.

A sharp intake of breath.

And then down my neck.

Sigh.

Then between my breasts, a light kiss on the nipple, then a harder one.

Back arched, oh God, oh God, oh God.

All the way down my torso. Hands lingering on my chest slowly slide down to my hips. Now, he takes me in his mouth. It’s different from when I was a boy; the pleasure spreads through my whole body. I arch my back, I grab my breasts, I can barely contain the pleasure. The orgasm rocks through my whole body.

Now it’s his turn to climb on top and kiss me.

“Fuck me,” I say, “Fuck me please.”

He looks at me. “It’s in the dresser,” I say, “top drawer.”

He puts the lubricant on his penis and then he slides into me.

A little gasp, shock surprise, and pleasure. I am full.

I tilt my hips up.

Thrust.

Oh, God.

Thrust.

This is so good.

Thrust

This is amazing.

Thrust.

This is so right.

Thrust.

Fuck me harder.

Thrust.

Did I say that out loud?

FUCK ME HARDER!

Did that time.

I wrap my legs around his back and pull him deeper into me. He comes at the same time I do. I feel his body relax and he tries to pull out of me. I tighten my grip with my legs and hold. I grab his shoulders and bring his face down to me. Our chests touching I kiss him. He kisses me. His softening penis still in me, my softening penis pressed against his stomach, hot, sweaty, and exhausted; we sleep.