Not before Paul figures out what that means

Paul was flabbergasted. He was used to his own cock changing by now, but this was the first time his partner’s genitals had changed. How did that happen? Did Nathan now have the magic cock, and Paul was stuck with a pussy? He didn’t know how to respond, so what came out of his mouth was just a long “uhhhhhh…”

Nathan pressed his case. “Please? I’ve always dreamed of finding someone with a cock that they were willing and able to give me. And then wow, here you are, answering my dreams! And with such a fantastic cock! If it’s just a loan I’d understand I guess, but… please? Can’t you just switch with someone else to get another great cock?”

Okay, this was beginning to make a bit more sense to Paul. It seems that Nathan’s fantasy was to find someone with a cock that they could switch with their partner. So the wish on Priapus gave him such a cock. And maybe the ability to switch genitals in general? He didn’t quite understand why the switch happened when it did – maybe something about orgasming at the same time – but supposed that it came down to the details of Nathan’s fantasy. It didn’t answer the question of whose genitals were currently magic though: had the wish transferred with them?

“Well?” Nathan prompted.

Okay, Paul had an idea. “Give me a minute to, uh, check something.”

“Of course,” Nathan agreed, “take your time.” Probably he was being nice since he was asking for a favor.

Paul realized that if it was Nathan that now had the magic cock, it should change with Paul’s fantasy. So Paul looked down at it, where Nathan was still kneeling between his legs. It did look really good. It was softening now, but not getting very much smaller, and it looked, somehow… elegant? He was getting really curious what it would feel like to get fucked by it. But he reminded himself that he had an experiment to do, and started imagining how good it would feel to get fucked by an even bigger, truly enormous cock. How amazing it would be to be practically split in two by a giant fuckstick.

By now Nathan was also handling his new cock, stroking up the shaft, tracing around the glans, sliding the skin around. Paul imagined how much hotter the anticipation would be if the cock in question were the size of a soda bottle, and stared intently.

Paul didn’t notice any change. But wait, he thought, my partners never noticed a change either! Can this even work? But then he realized that as long as he was sure that Nathan’s cock was not his current fantasy, it must not be magically adjusting to meet his fantasy. And it did seem like it wasn’t, Paul was pretty sure. In retrospect it was probably also a good sign that the cock had softened; he was pretty sure that on him it wouldn’t have yet, which maybe meant that extra qualities didn’t go with it.

Nathan not having magic genitals didn’t necessarily mean that Paul did. He could try to get Nathan to change his fantasy and see if his new pussy changed, but Nathan seemed so enraptured with his new appendage that that seemed difficult. But Paul didn’t think the world would be rid of the magic genitals entirely, so probably he still had them. And if he didn’t, it seemed like there was still a chance that he had the magic ability to switch genitals, which wasn’t nearly as good but was nothing to sneeze at.

He made his decision. “Yes, you can keep it.”

“Oh, thank you. This is the best day of my life. But… what did you just check? Whether I would enjoy it properly?”

“Um, something like that.” Nathan changed the subject, “so, what are you going to do with it first?”

“Honestly, right now I want to go pee,” Nathan admitted. Paul chuckled. “Be right back.” Nathan went into the ensuite bathroom and in a moment Paul heard the sound of peeing – slightly uneven, as if the penis was being pointed at different parts of the bowl, which presumably it was.

Paul took a moment to check in on his own new genitals. He wouldn’t say that he’d ever fantasized about having a pussy, but he was pretty psyched to see what it was like with one, at least out of curiosity. He reached between his legs and felt around for his clit. Ooh, he sure knew when he found it. That was something, just stroking it. Then he realized another experiment he could run. He’d still had the power to make his cock spontaneously vibrate; could he do it with his pussy? “Ohhh,” he moaned as his clit vibrating against his finger was a very definite yes.

“Enjoying yourself?” Nathan asked as he emerged from the bathroom. Paul looked over and was struck that Nathan looked supremely hot with a big soft cock and huge low-hanging balls swinging between his legs. “Oh my god!” Nathan suddenly exclaimed, “I just realized: I can make my own tea now!”

That didn’t make any sense. Paul furrowed his eyebrows and asked “Is that a teabagging joke?”

“Ha, no.” Nathan explained. “Not T-E-A. T. Testosterone. I’ve been shooting myself up with it every week for over a decade now. But I think these guys,” he cradled his big testicles, “can now handle that for me.”

This made Paul wonder how much female anatomy he had. Did he have a uterus? Ovaries? Was he a chimera, with mostly XY cells and some XX cells?

Nathan broke his train of thought by asking, “so, how do you like having a pussy?”

“I can’t really say yet.”

“You mean you’ve never had one before?” Paul shook his head, a part of him wondering at the apparent backstory Nathan had imagined went with genital-switching powers. “Oh,” Nathan noted, “then you’ve also got some exploration in store for you. Do you want me to show you around? I know that pussy pretty well.”

Paul bit his lip, chuckled at himself mentally for doing something so cliched, then responded earnestly, “yes please.” He spread his legs and gave his best ‘come hither’ look.

Nathan crawled back between Paul’s legs, and got down on one elbow with his face just above the pussy in question. “Now, you’ve got the clit here,” he touched it, sending a frisson of pleasure up Paul’s body, “I think you already found that. I liked having it touched like this.” Paul couldn’t quite tell what ‘like this’ was, but it felt incredible. “Or kissed, like this.” Nathan put his lips gently on Paul’s clit, flicked it lightly with his tongue, then started to hum.

The feelings were amazing. A bit like having your glans played with, but moreso, and concentrated in a tiny area, and somehow… deeper?

“And below the clit,” Nathan continued in his teasing matter-of-fact way, “there is of course the vagina. It looks like you’re already good and wet, but I find it’s still nice to start with a finger.” Nathan slipped his index finger into Paul’s snatch. It wasn’t such a big finger – Nathan still had the slightly dainty hands that you’d expect from someone assigned female at birth – but it was an exciting new sensation for Paul. He’d explored a bit with his own butt, like any reasonably curious, not intensely-homophobic guy, and this felt a bit similar but also so different. Smoother. Wetter. Righter.

“In and out feels nice,” Nathan continued, as he began pulling his finger back and forth and of course he was right that it did feel good. “But adding a bit of pressure makes it better. There’s down here,” he pressed his finger down towards Paul’s butt, which felt deep and a bit closer to the butt exploration he’d done before. He idly wondered if he still had a prostate. “Or to the side,” Nathan continued, moving his finger along with the explanation. “But I always liked it best up here.” He rotated his wrist so that he could bend his finger up towards Paul’s front and: yeah, he knew this pussy well. That lit up some nerves. “That’s your G-spot by the way. Not as deep as some guys think.”

“Now one finger is nice,” he continued, “but two is better.” He slipped his middle finger in. “With two you can do this… and this… and this…” Paul wasn’t yet accustomed enough with his anatomy to tell what exactly Nathan was doing. Maybe spreading his fingers apart? Rotating at the wrist? Lightly pinching between them? The nominal purpose of this tutorial was thus a bit lost, but it was working very well at the real goal of turning Paul on. Though all this playing with his pussy did make him think of how much more there was of it, that fingers couldn’t reach.

“Now,” Nathan went on, “if you’re feeling adventurous and willing to risk a bit of-”

“Please just fuck with me your cock.” Paul interrupted.

Nathan smiled. “Happy to. You seem good and ready.” He sat back onto his heels, revealing his beautiful eight-inch cock pointing skyward. “And look at that, so am I.”

“Oh yes, please fuck me.” Paul pleaded.

Nathan positioned his cock in front of Paul’s wet hole, lined things up, and began slowly pushing in. Ohhhh. Fingers had felt good but this was something else. Friction and pressure on all sides, and more and more of it as Nathan pushed further in. Nathan was getting new sensations himself too, and he dropped the jocular didactic façade. Which is to say, he groaned.

Their hips met just as Paul felt the thick cock inside him run into what must be the end of his vagina. They paused a moment, taking in the new sensations. Paul hadn’t felt any sense of emptiness before, but he sure did feel full now, and full felt good. Nathan began slowly pulling out, a long stroke until the head of his cock was almost out. Now Paul did feel empty; he needed that cock all the way inside him again.

Nathan began a regular rhythm, and Paul relaxed into the mattress, losing himself in the sensation of being fucked. Their moans mingled.

The new sensations were a lot for both of them. Nathan said “oh fuck” and then clenched his face as Paul felt his cock spasm inside of him. That was a bit surprisingly sexy, and it pushed Paul into an orgasm of his own.

Wow. Paul had wanted to know what a “pussy orgasm” felt like, but that wasn’t even the right term for it. While his previous orgasms had been centered in his cock, this was really a full-body experience. From his pussy, to his brain, all the way down to his toes, pleasure and muscle spasms coursed through him. Did he black out for a moment? He wasn’t sure, but he certainly hadn’t been aware of anything else in the world besides his body and pleasure.

As his orgasm began to ebb, Paul opened his eyes to see Nathan looking at him, a wide grin on his face. He noted, “the orgasms are a bit different, aren’t they?” Paul just nodded, still in a non-verbal daze.

“I don’t know what the refractory period on this thing is like,” Nathan said, casting his gaze downward, “but for the generous guy who gave me this excellent cock, I am happy to show you that you don’t need to wait between orgasms any longer.”

Paul considered correcting Nathan that he did actually know what it was like not to have a refractory period already, but as Nathan lowered his mouth back to Paul’s crotch, he decided he’d just roll with it.