Fuck the awkwardness away

I could see two ways forward: make him female and close off this problem entirely, or I could just embrace it and try to dispel the tension by following my instincts and just enjoying myself without worrying about it.

“Okay, this is what I want you to do. Can you alter physical aspects of me while here in the studio?”

“Certainly. And to whatever degree you want. Even things that would normally be impossible from a physical or biological standpoint.” Alex said.

“Excellent.” I replied. “Give me a limitless supply of sexual stamina.”

“Done.”

“And when I ejaculate, I want to be able to ejaculate a lot, like, enough to fill a water bottle with each climax.”

Alex nodded to indicate this task was done as well.

“Excellent.” I tore off my basketball shorts and t-shirt, and then ripped off my underwear, glancing at my cock before frowning slightly. “Make me bigger, too.” I added.

“How much?”

“Add like, four inches when I’m hard and adjust the width to be proportional.” I felt my cock tingle pleasantly and saw it increase in size visibly. With this final adjustment I was ready. I stared at Alex’s feminine features, at his girlish and soft-looking lips. “On your knees.”

Obediently, without a hint of hesitance, Alex dropped his knees to the carpeted floor of the lounge and opened his mouth, apparently sensing my intent.

In order to deny myself the opportunity to back out, I quickly took the plunge. I stepped forward and jammed my half-hard cock into Alex’s mouth as far as it would go without penetrating his throat. The feeling was rather nice, not unlike the feeling of having my cock in someone’s mouth in the past, however, Alex’s lips were the softest I had ever felt.

Alex began to bob his head back and forth along the thick shaft of my penis, his soft lips reaching the very tip before plunging again. This should have been an amazing feeling for me, one of the most common things I jerked off to was blowjob porn. But something about it wasn’t quite perfect. It wasn’t Alex’s gender, because at the current angle I couldn’t see his bulge, so he just looked like any other flat-chested woman bobbing away at my crotch. It was something else for sure.

It took me a minute to realize what it was. Alex was doing as instructed without question or hesitation, however he didn’t appear to be enjoying it. He certainly didn’t look like he disliked what he was doing, but there was something so formal about the way he was doing it. He wasn’t very eager, just neutral.

For a moment I considered instructing him to enjoy it, but that felt like it would be too ****. I needed to make him enjoy it as an involuntary response, so it had to be something about me.

“Alex, I need a couple more changes, don’t stop,” I added quickly as I saw him about to pull off at attention, “make my cock taste amazing, delicious to just about any taste buds, and make fellating or handling it universally fun and enjoyable.”

Almost immediately Alex’s eyes widened, seemingly surprised at the effectiveness of his own change, and it wasn’t long before he had an undeniable sparkle in his eye that told me that it worked. In addition, his lips became tighter, his tongue moved more around my shaft, and his formerly gentle bobbing became more intense and deliberate.

“Fuck yeah.” I said as the act became infinitely more enjoyable for me as well, Alex was finally being eager and sucked my cock with a wonderful and obvious hunger that had been absent previously. “That’s more like it.”

Alex pulled his head back and off my now glistening rod and gave the tip many soft and pleasurable kisses, in between each kiss he spoke. “I’m mmh glad you’re mh enjoying it, mmm Master.” After saying this he quickly plunged back down my shaft.

Even though I felt amazing, I also still felt the hesitation and awkwardness from knowing Alex was a man, and I was enjoying a blowjob from him. He said this studio was timeless, so I supposed I would just have to keep fucking his face until the awkwardness faded. I had all the time in the world, after all.

Now that Alex was fellating me with considerably more enthusiasm than before, I could feel the familiar pressure in my groin telling me that I was nearing climax. In that moment a thought occurred to me.

“Alex,” I began, gritting my teeth in an effort to fight back the orgasm for just a moment, “make my sperm taste delicious.” I obviously wouldn’t be able to feel the effects of that command to confirm if it worked, but Alex hummed an affirmation and I decided that was enough. Just in time, too. Not even two seconds after Alex gave his hum of confirmation, I became unable to hold back, spurting my cum into his mouth.

The feeling was astonishing. Apparently making it so I came a larger quantity meant each ejaculation was larger too, I could feel each long rope of spunk escape my tip into Alex’s waiting mouth, and could feel they were much longer and thicker than usual. I could also tell that they definitely were delicious, because Alex was hungrily gulping down each load and practically moaning each time a rope came rocketing onto his tongue.

“Gulp… gulp… mmmh gulp mmmh!” his moaning between each gulp was definitely making the experience more enjoyable for me, sending vibrations into the base of my cock that gave me goosebumps.

In addition, I could see Alex’s girly hips twitching and rocking back and forth rapidly. Curiously peering down to his hips, I noted that Alex was ejaculating as well, his black panties had a distinct glob of white spunk covering them where it had seeped through the fabric, and his modestly sized penis was clearly as stiff as it could be. While his penis itself wasn’t turning me on, the idea that he was clearly getting off on this as much as me definitely was. And the nearly hypnotic way his feminine and perfectly round ass-cheeks were wiggling back and forth was certainly helping.

When my ejaculation ended, I could tell that my increased stamina was in effect, because normally I would be out of commission for at least a half an hour before I’d be ready to go again, probably longer given the intensity of this particular orgasm. But I felt no exhaustion, no soreness, no fatigue. I was ready to go again without delay.

Alex, on the other hand, collapsed onto the floor, his own tiny cock twitching still in his tented panties. He was panting heavily but looked happy as he gazed up at me. “I hope I was to your satisfaction, Master.”

“It was great, but I’m nowhere near satisfied yet.” I replied with a wicked grin. I could still feel some reservations about what I just did, so I still had much more to do. I knelt down on the ground next to Alex and flipped him onto his stomach.

Alex did not respond to being suddenly flipped over aside from a cute squeak. Once he was flipped over, I mounted his soft and thick thighs and grabbed his ass, squeezing both cheeks in my hands. With some amount of hesitation that I banished as soon as I was conscious of it, I slid down his panties, which already weren’t covering his whole sizeable ass, but now left his entire butt exposed to me.

While I had never been terribly fond of anal stuff, for the life of me, the thought that it was the hole that poop came out of never sat well with me no matter how hard I tried not to think about it. But while the hole never held much interest to me, the cheeks were another matter. Just for the fun of it, I gave each cheek a playful smack with my hands, enjoying the way they jiggled.

My mind briefly flashed to just minutes ago when Alex was half-heartedly sucking me off before I had made it enjoyable. I imagined something similar was about to happen now. I knew that prostate stimulation was an enjoyable sensation for men, though I had never tried it personally, but stimulation of just the cheeks wasn’t going to do anything really.

“Alex, make the ass-cheeks, and especially the cleavage, an erogenous zone.” I ordered. Immediately my groping of his cheeks elicited a reaction from the feminine man. He moaned softly, informing me that my intent made it across.

Now that I knew both of us would enjoy the experience, I slipped my long, stiff cock between his cheeks and pumped my hips back and forth. The feeling was pretty great, the leftover saliva and cum from the blowjob acted as a pretty effective lubricant as I slid my figurative hotdog between Alex’s amazing buns. I could tell Alex was enjoying the experience as well, as he was moaning louder than before, and his hips were moving in sync with mine. I had a sudden realization that Alex moving his hips meant that he was also effectively humping the floor, his little pecker probably grinding along the material of his panties or possibly even against the bare carpet. I hoped that he wasn’t getting rugburn, but figured that all of the cum I saw in his panties earlier was lubricating the experience.

All the same I decided to speak up, casually. “How does it feel?” I asked, staying vague.

“Ooohhhh,” he moaned, “feels sooo good, Master… mmmmh.” He continued to moan, and I was satisfied with this response, so I tried to pick up the pace, feeling myself getting close once again to ejaculation. This time I wanted to truly see what a water-bottle-full of cum looked like when splattered over someone’s back.

“Mmh, mmh, oh, OHhhnnn!” Alex’s moans became louder until it was clear he climaxed, a little ahead of me this time. He must have been enjoying himself a lot. His eyes were slightly glazed and upturned. I realized, with some measure of guilt, that I hadn’t ensured he would have the same kind of sexual stamina as me. On the other hand, his current state of hazy bliss was undeniable, and it was only serving to turn me on even more.

With a groan, I came for the second time. I watched with mild fascination as long ropes of spunk flew from my tip and found their way onto Alex’s thin and smooth back, some of it even managing to even find its way into his hair. The spurts went on for a blissfully long amount of time until his back, upper arms, ass, and hair were glazed in sticky white cream.

Alex was panting, a slight grin on his face and his eyes unfocused. I wasn’t done though, seeing a man in this state as a result of my actions still felt strange, but only slightly. I wouldn’t need much more to eliminate the feeling.

I grabbed his arm and flipped him onto his back, hearing with some degree of filthy satisfaction the gentle wet whap of his cum-soaked back hitting the carpet. He looked up at me in a daze, but couldn’t seem to muster the strength to say anything. He looked happy though, which was good. I stood up and spun around. If I was going to rid my mind of this awkwardness, I needed some drastic measures.

I got back down on my knees above his head, letting my erect rod gently smack into his face. Alex grinned slightly and gave the glistening rod a lick, seeming to do so without even realizing he was doing it. With a smile on my face I lifted myself up and pointed the tip right into Alex’s lips and then thrust downward, impaling his mouth with my stiff cock.

I began to rock my hips back and forth, listening with satisfaction as I heard Alex slobber and gag on my new impressive length. As I did this, I kept my gaze on Alex’s body, particularly the small tent of his own erection in his panties, which were absolutely destroyed with his sperm at this point. Most of his thighs and stomach were also smeared with the sticky white stuff, the result of the orgasm while he was flat on the floor. Each time I thrust my own hips forward into Alex’s mouth his cock twitched in response.

“Fuck, Alex, this feels great.” I admitted, starting to buck my hips faster. The entirety of Alex’s body was writhing and twitching with delight as I fucked his face wantonly. I kept my gaze focused on his crotch, burning the image into my mind, trying to will away the awkwardness and dispel it once and for all.

This was part of who I was, I was bisexual. I couldn’t deny it, and for that matter, there wasn’t any good reason to. It’s not like I would have to worry about any social stigma, I could easily create a reality where there wasn’t any. As I considered, I wasn’t entirely sure I was completely bisexual. I had only done this because Alex was already so feminine and lady-like, and cute in a way normally only women could be. And the idea of doing anything with Alex’s penis didn’t appeal to me, to say the least. Still, the penis was a fairly honest organ, I could tell he was enjoying what I was putting him through just by looking at it.

I’d heard it told that sexuality was a spectrum. I wasn’t a psychologist, so I had no idea if that was true, but it certainly seemed that way for me. Perhaps I wasn’t perfectly centered on that spectrum, but I was somewhere between there and heterosexual. Either way, I decided I would just enjoy the ride, wherever it might take me. I was in control now.

A loud gag below me snapped be back to my senses, and just in time to see Alex’s hips come completely off the floor and a fresh load of white cream ooze from his panties and drip down onto his stomach. He was definitely enjoying himself, and I was enjoying myself. The feeling of Alex’s mouth and throat was driving me wild and pushing me toward my third orgasm.

With a moan of my own, I dumped another load directly down his throat.

Alex’s response was to **** slightly and sputter, some of my cum shot from the corners of his lips and drooled down his face before he managed to start swallowing any excess spunk down. The feeling of his throat muscles rippling as he swallowed served as a pleasant milking sensation that drew my climax out even further.

Once the ejaculation had finally ended, I withdrew my cock slowly and sighed with satisfaction as I looked down at the filthy and cum-drenched body of Alex panting heavily and intensely from my face-fuck. Just like before, the intensity of three ejaculations in a row left Alex fairly exhausted and zombie-like as he lay there gasping for air.

He looked gorgeous like that, and his appearance only served to whet my appetite even more. It was in that moment I realized the awkward feeling I had before was finally gone. I smiled once I realized my plan had worked.

I spent some time dumping three more loads down his throat for good measure, though.