Only cock up in this bitch...

Jim smiled as he felt the bed shift slightly and the sensation of something heavy getting up and the sudden lack of warmth from his back, all combined, told him that his partner had gotten up. It was still dark but his eyes adjusted fairly well and he watched as the tall figure of a man, of Gerald, was walking towards the bathroom. A lucky find, Jim thought, was that the man liked to sleep in the nude and he watched the man's tall, angular form move. Jim couldn't help but feel very warm and his body was incredibly turned on by what he saw.

After the door closed, he then turned his attention to his surroundings. It wasn't his room in the house, that was for sure, but as he looked around, he noticed the familiar touches of things that he remembered bringing to the place. The books were neatly placed next to a few picture frames, the bedside table he remembered picking out at Ikea and helping assemble. There was the picture frame of the two of them at the county fair, mugging and smiling. Even the vanity and dresser at the opposite end of the bedroom were touches he remembered picking out at an antique store a few years ago and helping him move into the bedroom.

While Gerald continued to use the restroom, Jim looked over at the papers by the lamp and picked them up, using his phone's flashlight feature to read better.

15.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU USE PADS OR TAMPON?

Well, that's a rather personal question, he mused before he picked up the pen that was resting on the side and scribbled an answer that was both true and blunt. Pads. Only my man's cock goes into my pussy...

Jim placed it back down and turned off the light as he heard the water being turned off from the sink and the light turned off. Gerald's footsteps told him that he was moving back to bed and moments later the weight of the bed sank down and he immediately felt the warm touch of the other man's skin against his, pulling him gingerly closer and he didn't open his eyes but scooted closer. He couldn't explain the feeling but he just felt better, secure, and the two of them slept.

A few hours later, it was Jim's turn to get up and as he slipped out of bed, he couldn't help but feel a warmth radiating through his body, starting from his stomach on down and despite the intensity, it also radiated a degree of pleasure that he found knee-shaking. It was this that drove him to the bathroom but he made sure he did his best not to disturb Gerald, who simply shifted slightly and still was fast asleep. He barely had enough time to close the door behind him before the feelings caused him to nearly collapse against the door. A soft moan escaped from his lips, his voice going up one and then another octave, as he bit down and tried not to make any sound as the feeling continued to move throughout his stomach and internally as his body began to rearrange itself.

Jim felt the sudden urge to lean against the counter for support and as he did, his butt, already shapely and very much the ideal round shape for a moderately athletic black woman, shifted slightly with his hips as his pelvic region adjusted to accommodate the changing of the prostate and the receding of his testicles into his body to form a uterus and ovaries, the heat moving down from there as his penis, already small from appearances, began to shrink inwards and downwards. Jim barely opened his eyes, too carried away by the feelings going through his tiny cock that still throbbed like he was about to cum, but instead of shooting out sperm, it throbbed and became even more engorged with blood as a tiny sheath slowly covered it. He moaned again, putting his fingers into his mouth and sucked on it to drown out the moan that begged to come out, all the while slowly rolling and grinding his hips and thighs, trying (and barely succeeding) in scratching the itch that burned in between his legs.

Fuck, I don't want this t' end...

Jim traced one of his hands down between his legs and felt his fingers along the lines of his (newly formed) vaginal lips, their moisture telling him that he was very wet and very much lubricating like crazy. The heat continued to build in his body as his finger flicked over his clit and instantly his legs buckled as he came, though the desire for something else, something much better suited and designed, in fact, to take care of what it needed lay only in the next room.

***

Jim slowly turned off the light behind him as he stepped out of the bathroom and made his way to the bed, thanking whatever gods were listening that the man in the bed was laying asleep, completely in the nude. He could feel his heart beating in his chest as he slid the blanket off the man and paused to stare longingly at the curve of his cock and the way it rose from his body, almost sensing that there was an appreciative audience for its size and girth. Even though he was laying on his back, Jim could see the size of the shaft was matched by the weight and heft of his equally massive set of balls, holding enough sperm to knock him up five times by Sunday.

He didn't wait or stop, though, as he slowly crawled up on him, tracing his breasts against his man's thighs, feeling the softness of his skin against his rough, hairy thighs, pausing for a moment to inhale his scent before he reached continued to move upwards. He looked up and smiled as he saw Gerald's eyes open and watching him, his mouth in a big grin. "You damn know how to wake a guy, baby..."

"You know it, sugar. Mama's needin' his man something bad..." he cooed before he leaned down and pressed his lips against him, feeling his arms wrapping around his body and holding him tightly to him. Gerald took control at that point and rolled until he was on top of Jim and continued to kiss him deeply, running his hands over his breasts and causing Jim to squirm a bit. Without breaking the kiss, Jim moved until his legs were spread and Gerald was between them and reaching down, took his cock into his hands and guided him to his hot, throbbing pussy, and groaned as Gerald took control and pushed in. "Mmm..yeah..."

"You like that, baby girl?"

Jim nodded but gasped, losing what he was going to say next, as Gerald began to push into him. It wasn't a hot, fast fuck like how they did things usually. This was a slow, deliberate bit of love making. Every single movement he made pushed his length in and out of him, Jim swore that this man could play him like a fiddle, every thrust made him feel full, complete, and he shuddered as Gerald hit his G-Spot and caused him to arch his back up off the bed and pressed his breasts into his man's mouth. Gerald took a nipple and sucked on it. Just as Jim was about to come off the peak, Gerald thrust deeply and nipped his nipple at the same time.

If stars could be seen, Jim would've been blinded by it.

Gerald continued to make slow, soft, gentle love to Jim and Jim came several more times before Gerald tensed and pushed as deeply as he could into Jim before he came. The first rope of cum into his womb caused Jim to let out a very low moan before he collapsed, panting, as his pussy continued to milk Gerald for several more shots of cum. After the fourth splurt into him, Gerald collapsed on top of him and Jim smiled wearily, barely able to keep his eyes open, as his man slid out of him and placed an arm for him to lay on. Jim nestled himself in next to him and kissed him with a tired but very happy and satiated body before he fell asleep.

16.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WHAT TYPE OF SHIRT WOULD YOU BE WEARING RIGHT NOW?