New Horizons

Rhys jumped when the door to Adrian’s apartment burst open, but it was only Adrian coming home, a nondescript, black plastic bag in one hand and a stack of papers in the other.

“How’d it go?” Rhys asked expectantly.

“We got it,” Adrian beamed.

“We did?” Rhys exclaimed, hopping up out of the love seat.

He had been sitting at home - at Adrian’s home, he corrected himself - on pins and needles waiting to find out if Adrian’s ploy would work. He had been worried sick that something would go wrong, that somehow Adrian would end up arrested. His phone hadn’t left his sight; he wasn’t going to risk missing a call if Adrian needed to be bailed out of jail or something.

“Signed and dotted,” Adrian laughed, tossing the contract onto his table, next to the bag.

“Oh my god! We did it!” Rhys rushed over and embraced his friend, overwhelmed by their success.

Adrian was a little shocked at the sudden hug, but Rhys didn’t care. After a brief moment of hesitation, Adrian hugged him back. The two were of a similar height; Rhys was only an inch or two shorter, but even still, Adrian was the bigger by far. Rhys’s slight build and subtle curves were drowned by Adrian’s firm muscles and broad shoulders.

“You’re hardly a man at all compared to him,” whispered someone in Rhys’s ear.

Rhys flinched, spooked by the unexpected comment, and broke away.

“What?” Adrian asked, looking puzzled.

“Nothing,” Rhys said, too quickly.

Adrian narrowed his eyes. “One of the spirits?” he asked, displeased.

Rhys nodded.

“What did they say?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Rhys answered nervously.

“The hell it doesn’t,” Adrian said. “Tell me.”

“They said you’re more of a man than I am,” Rhys replied automatically. The words were out before he even had a chance to think, and a warm, fuzzy feeling spread throughout his body. It always felt nice to do what Adrian said.

Only a second later did Rhys process what he had just admitted, and he felt himself blush furiously.

Thankfully, Adrian didn’t laugh. If anything, he looked angry, although he was quiet for several seconds. He was arguing with the spirits on Rhys’s behalf, Rhys realized. On their way back from Scotland, he had mentioned that he could talk to them. On the one hand, it felt nice to have Adrian stick up for him, but on the other hand, the fact that Rhys wasn’t fighting his own battles was a little embarrassing.

“Don’t let them get to you,” Adrian said gently. “I don’t know why they like going after you, but it doesn’t matter. Just ignore them.”

Rhys nodded, promising himself he’d do just that. Adrian had the voices in his head all the time, and he didn’t let it get to him. Rhys would do the same.

“They really know how to kill a moment, don’t they?” Adrian sighed.

“It’s done, though?” Rhys asked.

Adrian nodded. “The deal will take a few days to close, but yeah. Rocco signed the place over. He can’t walk that back.”

“Serves him right,” Rhys muttered, remembering the way that the greasy man had leered at him.

“Have you heard from Christine?” Adrian asked. “I tried to call her on the way home, but she wasn’t picking up.”

“Not since the other day,” Rhys answered. He was glad she wasn’t there. He could only imagine how smug she’d be after her theory about Gilt had proven right.

Rhys must not have hidden his feelings as well as he’d meant to, because Adrian noticed. “You two need to get over whatever this thing is you have going on.”

“Tell her that,” Rhys mumbled.

“I did,” Adrian said firmly. “She’s been trying.”

“Not very hard.” Rhys clammed up when he realized he’d said that out loud. Adrian didn’t like it when he talked back.

“For her,” Adrian explained, “this is trying. I know how she can be, but she means well. Usually, anyway. You’re going to have to meet her in the middle.”

“I guess you're right,” Rhys sighed.

Adrian seemed on the fence about something before he spoke, but whatever it was, he didn’t bother to clue Rhys in. “Get along with Christine better,” he commanded.

“I will,” Rhys promised.

Adrian pulled out his phone to check the time and swore. “This’ll have to wait,” he said. “I've only got fifteen minutes to get to work.”

“When are you going to quit?” Rhys asked him. It was crazy that Adrian still had his job at Save Mart when he moonlighted as the right hand of a demon.

“As soon as I have another paycheck,” Adrian replied, rifling through his dresser.

“The club should help with that,” Rhys noted.

“Damn straight,” Adrian said, pulling his uniform out of a drawer. “Until then, though, I still need to be able to afford rent.”

“Just promise me that I get to be there when you do it,” Rhys chuckled. “I want to see Phil’s face.”

“Sure thing,” Adrian laughed. “Hell, we could both quit at the same time.”

Adrian shut the bathroom door behind himself to change before Rhys could answer. Would Rhys be quitting, too? He hadn’t thought that squires would get a cut of the club’s profits, but maybe Adrian had a different idea in mind. Rhys’s mood brightened at the thought. Not having to go into that stupid store anymore would be great.

A minute later, the bathroom door opened back up, and Adrian emerged, buttoning his polo shirt. “There’s frozen lasagna in the freezer,” he said, “so help yourself.”

“Thanks,” Rhys smiled. Adrian was going above and beyond by letting Rhys crash there. He owed him one, big time.

“I’ll see you tonight,” Adrian called, grabbing his keys and rushing out the door.

“See you later!” Rhys shouted back, but the door was already shut.

After that burst of excitement, Rhys was left alone once again. Now that he didn’t have to worry about Adrian being thrown in jail, he could get some work done. He hadn’t been to class since his last transformation, but he’d been doing his best to stay on top of his assignments. His senior project in particular. This was a good window of opportunity to sit down and concentrate. He may be a squire, but that didn’t mean he could let his grades slip.

Rhys went over to get his laptop off the table, but was distracted by the contract. Sure enough, Rocco’s name was signed in barely legible cursive right at the bottom. It was hard to believe they’d pulled it off. Things had been touch-and-go for a minute there.

It alleviated some of Rhys’s concerns over whether or not he was a good fit for his role to know that this was all behind them now. Adrian insisted that he made a good squire, but Rhys had been pretty sure that Adrian was just saying that to be nice. Now, though, Rhys was thinking that maybe he did have something to offer.

Rhys’s attention drifted over to the black bag that Adrian had brought home. Thinking that maybe it was groceries he could put away for Adrian, Rhys took a look.

It was not groceries.

Inside was a container of lube the size of a soda bottle, a DVD entitled “Principal Dickdown 4”, a purple dildo, and a coupon for 15% off the next purchase of a vibrator from Lust & Found. Rhys stared slack-jawed at the assortment. Adrian must have been in such a rush that he forgot to hide his score, because there was no way he had meant for Rhys to stumble upon it.

Rhys took the video out of the bag and gave it a once-over. Was Adrian really the kind of guy who would watch something like this, he wondered? Nobody owned physical porn anymore. Not since the internet. Rhys’s image of Adrian was so dignified, it was strange to think of him going into a sex shop to buy something like that, let alone to picture him watching it.

Rhys turned his attention to the dildo, another confusing mystery. Was that something Adrian was into? It had to be for a girl he was seeing, Rhys reasoned. He was almost positive that Adrian was straight.

“Watch the movie,” whispered a spirit in Rhys’s ear.

Rhys flinched. The truth was that he was tempted. He knew it would be an invasion of Adrian’s privacy, but it was strangely humanizing to know that Adrian watched porn too, and he was rabidly curious what kind of movie it would turn out to be. Rhys looked up to Adrian, but that DVD was a chance to see a side of his friend that was more on Rhys’s level.

More than that, though, Rhys was pent up. He was used to masturbating five days a week. Staying with Adrian in his tiny apartment hadn’t given Rhys a lot of opportunities to take care of himself. He’d tried it once in the shower, but the spirits had immediately started speaking up with lurid and disturbing suggestions. He hadn’t tried again since.

Adrian’s earlier advice, his order really, not to let the voices get to him, echoed in Rhys’s mind. He decided to heed Adrian’s words and was rewarded with a small shiver and a flood of warmth. He wouldn't let the spirits control him.

Rhys walked over to Adrian’s TV and found the DVD player, sliding in the disc, then grabbed the black bag off of the table and took a seat on the edge of the bed. As the opening scene of the porno started to roll, Rhys’s body was already starting to anticipate his self-pleasure, his nipples and cock both hardening. It had been too long.

Perhaps respecting Rhys’s decision to ignore them, the spirits were uncharacteristically silent for the time being. Rhys eyed the front door nervously, worrying that Adrian might walk in and catch him, but it was only paranoia. Adrian would be at work until late that night. Rhys calmed his nerves. He was totally alone, and he needed this.

The actors delivered stilted dialogue as Rhys shucked off his pants and shirt. As near as he could tell, the setup was that a brown-haired teacher with big tits was in an argument with a flat-chested, blond schoolgirl, and it was up to the titular Principal Dickdown to resolve it. Dressed now in only his boxers, Rhys reached for the remote and fast-forwarded to the good parts. Nobody cared about the story in porn.

He found a scene where the principal had finally started his disciplinary actions. The schoolgirl was bent over his knee, plaid skirt hiked up to reveal her pink panties, as he spanked her on the ass. The teacher watched on with a smug look, but the student didn’t seem to mind very much. Her eyes were half-lidded, and she moaned in pleasure, not pain.

When he was done with her, the principal dumped the girl off his lap unceremoniously, then, to the teacher’s shock, had the older woman take her place. Rhys licked his lips. So she’d been a bad girl too. He began to massage his cock through his boxers as the principal tore down the teacher’s pencil skirt to reveal a set of lacy black underwear and began to spank her ass as well. The teacher looked mortified as her student watched on, sticking her tongue out in girlish mockery.

Once both women had been properly dealt with, the principal stood up and ordered them to kiss and make up. They hesitated, but a stern look from Principal Dickdown **** the issue. Hesitantly, they stepped forward. The teacher was half a head taller than her petite student, so she craned her neck down to do as she had been told. The kiss began slowly as their lips met, but as the two moaned into each other’s mouths, it quickly turned steamy. Their tongues darted between each other's lips, dancing in forbidden passion. Meanwhile, the principal disrobed as he watched on, unleashing his monstrously thick member.

Rhys was all warmed up now. His dick throbbed, **** for stimulation, and his boxers were stained where his precum had begun to soak through. He slipped his underwear off, freeing his cock.

“Embarrassing compared to his,” the spirits mocked.

Rhys winced, but remembered his promise to Adrian and did his best to ignore the taunt. It was true, of course. Rhys’s penis wasn’t exactly small. He’d measured it many times over the years, and ever since high school, it had been the same: 5.4 inches. Just a hair under average. Rhys knew that that tenth of an inch hardly mattered, but that didn’t change his insecurity. He was so close to being average, but no. He fell short. Compared to the dick on the television, he barely rated at all.

Rhys reached into the black bag next to him and pulled out the lube. He wasn’t going to let those damn spirits ruin this for him. Now that he was in the thick of it, his body was crying out to cum. Since hitting puberty, he’d hardly ever gone so long without jacking off. He popped the lube open and squirted a dollop into his left palm, then with his right hand began to fast-forward once again. He wanted to see these women get fucked. His hand closed on his cock as he watched the pornstars undress in double time, his slick, lubricated palm sending shivers of pleasure through his body.

The teacher was fully naked now and seated in the principal’s padded green desk chair. The student was bent over in front of her, topless with her panty-clad ass to the camera, sucking on the brunette’s much larger tits. Behind her, the principal slid her underwear down around her ankles, revealing her pert ass and creamy white thighs. The blond girl stood up and turned around, and Rhys, remote still in hand, paused the movie in shock.

Between the student’s legs was a cute little cock. With his hand frozen on his own pulsing dick, he stared at the girl’s tiny prick. It was only a couple of inches long, and even erect, it looked soft. Her balls were tiny little gumdrops beneath her delicate, hairless package. Compared to her principal’s monster, it was laughably small, but somehow…tantalizing.

Rhys had never jerked off to a trans woman before. It wasn’t an issue of bigotry; Rhys had no issues whatsoever on that front. It was only that he didn’t find penises attractive, and with what he took to be an uncommon opinion, he found butt sex a little off-putting. Rhys was into pussy. Or at least, he had been.

“Girl-cocks are hot,” whispered the spirits.

Rhys wasn’t listening. His eyes were glued to the student’s package. She was hot. Her straight blonde hair, lithe figure, pert ass, and yes, her cock. He could turn off the porno and watch something else on his phone, he knew, but getting up would be such a hassle, and he was unbelievably horny after going most of a week without release. He slowly resumed stroking his dick and, giving in to temptation, hit play.

The girl remained standing. The teacher leaned forward in the chair and spread the blonde’s tight cheeks, and Rhys moaned as he watched the brunette nestle her face in the girl’s butt and her tongue deep into her student’s asshole. The girl moaned, eyes fluttering in ecstasy.

Then, to Rhys’s surprise, the principal knelt down and took the student’s cock into his mouth. Rhys’s heart jumped. He almost paused the movie again, so far out of his comfort zone was he. But he didn’t. Instead, he found a rhythm on his own dick that matched the blowjob the girl on the screen was receiving.

“It wouldn’t be so bad to suck dick if it were a cock like that,” the spirits told him.

Rhys was too lost in his arousal to properly comprehend. He interpreted the thought as his own. Not once in his life had Rhys ever been tempted to suck a dick, but at that moment, he suddenly found himself jerking off while fantasizing about the student’s cock in his mouth. He imagined it would feel soft, warm, comforting. Sexy.

The actors changed positions. Both the teacher and the student knelt down while the principal stood up. The pair crawled forward and reached out to grab hold of his enormous member. Rhys was spellbound as he watched their mouths move forward, the brunette opening wide to suck on his balls while the smaller blond took his dick directly into her mouth. They worked in tandem to suck the principal off, all decorum lost. The teacher's face was buried in his taint as she throated his balls, and saliva dripped from the corner of the student’s mouth as she struggled to blow his imposing girth. Both of them had their hands working furiously between their legs; the teacher at her clit, and the student on her dick.

“If sucking her dick would be fun, how much better would it be to suck his?”

The spirits’ words sank into Rhys’s mind and took root. It was true. As cute and feminine as the girl’s cock was, it couldn’t hold a candle to the principal’s. It was almost as thick as Rhys’s fist, and half again as long as his own dick. It was a solid slab of man meat, veiny and powerful. Rhys’s mouth began to water as he imagined the heat of it, how he would need to stretch his jaw wide to accommodate it, how it would feel pressing against the back of his throat.

“Try it,” the spirit commanded, and the words sparked an idea. His eyes darted to the black bag sitting next to him, and the dildo resting inside. With great trepidation, he reached his hand out and took hold of it, the rubber an unusual sensation in his palm.

Without any clue where to start, he held the silicon dick in front of his face for inspection. The shaft had little bumps on it, and the tip flared out in the shape of a glans. Rhys could hardly believe what was happening, but he was so turned on that he didn’t care. He reached out his tongue and gently lapped at the mock dick, letting out a long, slow moan. It felt so right.

On screen, the teacher turned her attention from the principal to her younger student. The girl bobbed her head furiously along the ample length of her principal, spit flying everywhere, while the teacher suckled on the much smaller cock between the blonde’s legs. Rhys imagined he was that student, that the hand on his dick was a woman’s mouth, that the dildo in his face was a man’s cock, and the fantasy was so irresistibly hot that he already felt himself begin to near his climax.

But Rhys wasn’t ready to cum just yet. There was more to do. Holding the dildo by the base, Rhys slowly guided it into his waiting mouth. Rubber was a poor substitute for flesh, he had to assume, but the feel of it inside of him was close enough. Rhys worked his tongue around the tip, pretending that the principal’s moans from the movie were caused by him instead of his student. Getting worked up, Rhys began to work the dildo in and out of his mouth, delighting in the sensation of it sliding past his lips as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Out of curiosity, he tried to take as much of it as he could manage, but he didn’t get far before his throat protested.

“I’ll need more practice before I suck a real cock.” Rhys would never know if those had been his words or the spirits’.

Days of sexual frustration and the excitement of his new love of dick sucking had Rhys close to finishing in no time. He pistoned the dildo in his mouth with fervor, and furiously stroked his cock; the former was now well-drenched with saliva, and the latter with lube and precum.

His gaze roamed the screen, but lingered on the principal. For the first time, he began to admire the man’s body. Before, he had always viewed the male in a scene as nothing more than a stand-in penis. Now, however, he appreciated what he saw. The principal’s wide shoulders, thick arms, hairy chest, and, of course, his glorious cock. The juxtaposition with the teacher’s shapely ass, jiggling tits, and luscious curves was too much for him. Drowning in arousal, Rhys came.

As his orgasm crested, Rhys shoved the dildo as far back into his mouth as he could. With the thought of a man coming into his throat, Rhys blew his load. Shots of sticky hot cum exploded out of his dick, splattering across his stomach and his tiny little titties. Rhys’s body shook from the sheer intensity as the last few pumps of his cum pooled in his fist.

The post-nut clarity set in quickly for Rhys. His eyes widened as he slid the dildo out of his mouth. What had he just done?

Dazed, Rhys stumbled into the bathroom, vaguely aware that he needed to clean himself up. He caught sight of his reflection in the mirror and stopped cold. He stared at his body, the subtle but womanly curves of his skinny figure, the swell of his hips, the dip of his waist. A drop of his cum hung off of his eraser-sized nipples, just one such puddle on his breasts. Rhys’s eyes tracked the feminine curve of his jawline, past his dainty nose, to where saliva coated the outside of his mouth. He barely recognized himself.

He had just jerked off while thinking about blowing a guy. The reality crashed down on Rhys like a rogue wave. His mind reeled. The porno was still playing in the other room, and Rhys pictured the man in his mind’s eye. He wanted desperately to feel nothing, but even having so recently cum, the thought of the thick cock between the pornstar’s legs aroused him.

Rhys was starting to freak out. He thought about the teacher instead, about the sopping wet pussy she’d been playing with as she sucked cock, and found that that turned him on too.

“Man, woman, something else...it doesn’t matter to you,” the spirits whispered. “You’ll fuck anyone.”

They had done this, Rhys realized. The changes to his body had been awful, but now they were inside his head. Not even his mind was safe. Tears welled in his eyes, and, feeling lost, he started to cry. He’d broken his promise to Adrian, he realized. He’d let the spirits get to him again. But how could he not? This was too much to bear.

The thought of Adrian jogged something loose, though. Adrian had bought that DVD. That meant that it was the kind of thing that Adrian was into. Rhys pictured the actress who played the student. Her hair was longer and blonder than his, her tits just a little bit bigger and her curves just a little more pronounced, and of course, Rhys’s cock had a few inches on hers…but if that was the kind of girl Adrian wanted to fuck, Rhys wasn’t far off.

Just this morning, the idea of Adrian being attracted to him would have been unthinkable. Instead, he found it…confusing.

With shaky hands, Rhys grabbed a towel from its hangar, first wiping the tears from his eyes, then the cum from his body. He didn’t know what to think. Rhys walked out of the bathroom like a zombie. He had a lot of reflection to do.