Kyle Gets Home

I sit anxiously on Kyle’s bed as I hear the front door of the apartment open and Kyle announce he’s home. The sound of keys hitting the table and various shuffling echoes through the apartment as I hear another door open and Kyle and Dylan talk about something, but I can’t make out the words. I’ve already re-upped on my X-Change Basic pill, not even giving my body time to change back into my male form - my usual body. I anxiously run my fingers along Kyle’s sheets, waiting, heart quickening as he stops talking with Dylan and I hear footsteps approach his door. It opens with a quiet creak, and he enters, smiling upon seeing me. I’m nude on his bed, like a whore waiting for her customer, but I figured that clothes wouldn’t be needed.

“Smart.” Kyle comments on the state of undress. “But it would have been hot peeling something off of you.”

“Shut up, dude.” I grumble.

Kyle laughs and sets his things down. He’s still dressed in his gym clothes and they are moist with sweat, his face still flushed. Through the thin material of his gray sweatpants I already see the familiar outline of his cock slowly getting hard, and he palms at it while I watch. Kyle’s eyes are glued to my breasts as he lifts off his shirt, exposing his athletic body. I try to calm my racing heart, try to deny the feelings of excitement at the site, but I cannot stop my gasp as he thumbs at the waist line of his sweatpants and peels down the fabric. His large cock springs from his pants, much like this morning, excited to finally be free.

It looks…bigger than it was this morning. I shudder at the idea of having to handle it again, and I remember that Kyle said he gets hornier after the gym. The rest of his sweat soaked clothes fall to the floor, and as he lays down on the bed the almost sour smell of guy funk fills the room.

“You gonna shower first?” I ask.

“Nah, after.” He sighs, slowly jacking himself off.

“Dude, you stink.” I say, half heartedly.

“A lot of chicks like it.”

I scoff but internally agree. He smells funky, but in a…masculine way? The smell of sweat and funk and pheromones invade my nose and send pleased feelings to my brain. I slowly crawl towards him on the bed, warily eyeing his cock as he plays with himself.

“Marcus said we’re calling you Erica now.” He says, watching with a smile as I crawl between his legs. I feel embarrassed that I’m being so docile, giving him what he wants without making him ask, but I ignore it. I remind myself that what he’s saying is right: I’m Erica, there’s no reason to be ashamed.

“Yeah…” My voice is soft and small. I nestle myself between his muscular thighs and gently wrap my small hand around his girthy cock, lightly skimming the palm of my left hand over his thick thigh. Kyle sighs a small sound of pleasure, leaning his head back on the pillow as I begin slowly jacking him off.

I relish in the look of pleasure across his face, and idly play with his balls with a flick of my thumb. They’re heavy and tight against my hand, and I feel Kyle’s cock pulse within my palm as I play with them. Closer like this the smell of his sweat is even stronger. The scent makes my mouth water, and I lower my wet mouth to his dick to take him into my mouth. He’s salty and funky on my tongue, slightly sour, smelling and tasting of guy funk and sweat.

I moan around him, delighting in the feeling of him on my tongue and his masculine odor. Kyle moans, bucking his hips up slightly, and I accept more of his length into my mouth with little resistance. It’s only been a day, and my jaw is sore, but already it’s easier to take more of him. My throat is making wet, squelching noises, as his dick fucks into my mouth, and I fight my gag reflex - attempting to swallow him more and more. I tell myself that this is just to make it easier, that I might as well get good at sucking cock because it looks like I’ll be doing a lot of it, but the truth is I’m enjoying it. Kyle feels good in my mouth, nice and thick and heavy, and the noises of pleasure he’s moaning makes me feel sexy and powerful. It’s like porn, I think, so it isn’t weird. I might as well enjoy it, right? I’m Erica. I’m Erica. Erica likes cock. It’s okay.

My mouth and Kyle’s cock is getting messy with my saliva as I please him. I make wet noises of gagging as my head bobs up and down, strings of saliva falling down Kyle’s length and pooling at his balls. I squeeze them gently, earning another groan of pleasure from him. The feeling of strong arms around my sides breaks my concentration, and with a gasp I am flipped onto my back - a strand of saliva being the last thing connecting me and Kyle. Kyle pushes my legs apart, rubbing his dick against my hot wet pussy, using his cock head to spread my wetness around.

“You’re so wet, Erica.”

I moan at the friction, gasping as Kyle plays with my clit. Slowly he pushes inside of me and my cunt accepts him greedily, easily fitting him in with a pleasant stretch. I throw my arms above my head and gasp, and close my eyes at the feeling.

“Does that feel good?” Kyle sighs, burying himself farther inside of me.

“Huh?” I ask.

“You’re smiling.” He points out, and when I focus back on my body I realize that he’s right - my lips are turned in a full wide grin. “It’s hot.”

My face flushes but I don’t fight the smile, instead just squeezing my eyes shut. “...yes…” I admit. “....feels good…”

“Good.” He says simply, slowly picking up the pace. “I was a little rough this morning. Want you to feel good too.”

I nod, he was rough earlier.

Kyle’s large hands slip down my thighs and to the sides of my stomach as he increases the tempo of his thrusts, long dick sliding in and out with ease. My tits bounce with each thrust and it feels good, the pink pebbling of my nipples being sensitive, and it feels even better when Kyle squeezes at them. My whole body is on fire as he fucks me, and I struggle to remember when sex ever felt…this good. Even last night, as Marcus fucked me ruthlessly for my first time, I never came that hard when I was a guy.

My eyes shoot open at my thought. I’m a guy. I am a guy, a man, but…

I look down at Kyle between my legs, fucking my little pussy with his long hard cock. I watch my breasts jiggle with each thrust. In any other context, I’d kill to be where Kyle was…but this was still fun too.

Would a guy get fucked like this, I wonder? Could I really go back to normal after all this?

No…but I’m not really a guy, at least for now. I remind myself that I’m Erica, and push those thoughts out of my mind. I give in to the sexual haze encompassing my mind, allowing myself instead to focus on the pleasure at hand rather than my thoughts. I watch as Kyle fucks me, watch the strong muscles on his arms flex as he holds me in place. When my orgasm comes I don’t fight it, but give into it, allowing myself to forgo dignity and cum with a cry. When Kyle finishes inside of me, burying his cock deep within me with one final grunt, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him in.

We eventually untangle, and Kyle goes to shower, and I play on my phone the rest of the night acting like everything was normal.