Search for Clothes

I slip out of Marcus’ room and into the quiet living room of the apartment. I feel **** due to being butt ass naked, but try to steel my nerves and continue in my quest for clothes. I can hear Marcus in his meeting, his words echoing but obfuscated by the shut door of the office. My bare feet pad against the wooden floor as I slowly walk through the apartment.

As I search the living room for any clothes I could wear that would actually fit my new body, I hear the distinct sound of a door opening and someone walking down the hall. I attempt to cover my tits and pussy with my hands, but it isn’t really possible, so I just awkwardly wait for whoever it is to make themselves known.

Kyle walks with purpose into the kitchen, stopping only when seeing me. He smiles, his eyes widening suggestively as he walks over.

“Eric?”

I gulp. Kyle’s always been a big guy, standing at 6’2” and weighing more than 200lbs of muscle, but as I’m in the body of a girl he stands even larger. He looks almost intimidating as he walks over to me.

“Yeah.” I try to laugh casually, but it just comes out as nervous.

“Damn dude, you’re hot.” He says, finally in front of me. His brown eyes study me up and down, and though I’m still trying to cover myself he gently grabs hold of my shoulders and spins me around to get a better view of my ass. I try to cover it with one hand but it doesn’t do much, and instead it is Kyle’s hand that moves quicker than mine as his palm delivers a quick strike to my soft pillowy cheeks.

Kyle laughs in a friendly way, but still my cheeks flush. “You’re thick too! Damn bro.”

“Yeah.” I laugh awkwardly as Kyle continues to grope my ass. “Thanks.”

“Mhm.” He hums, before turning around to head back into the kitchen. “You know you’re with me tonight, right?”

“Yeah.” I repeat.

“Good.” He says, casually packing his lunch in the kitchen and making himself a protein shake. “I’ll be back at like six later after the gym. Could you be in my room? I’m usually super horny after a good workout.”

Though it was posed as a question, I knew it wasn’t. Part of me wanted to protest at the idea of being…scheduled like this, but still I knew I had no other option.

“Yeah. Fine. Six.” I say.

Kyle cocks an eyebrow, but still he seems casual.

“You good?” He asks.

“Yeah, fine, just…where are my clothes?”

Kyle’s eyebrows raise. “Oh shit. Marcus didn’t tell you?”

I shrug. “I guess I didn’t need them last night.” I say, ashamed at my words at what I’m admitting.

My friend laughs. “True. They’re in the hall closet. We didn’t know your exact size, but hopefully some of it will fit.”

“Thanks.” I grumble, padding over to the hall closet. Kyle finishes getting ready but as my hand goes to turn the knob of the closet, I feel a strong hand on my shoulder. I turn, confused, but I instantly understand the look on Kyle’s face.

“Sorry bro, I didn’t think I’d need it this morning, but could you help me out?” He asks, motioning lower. I follow his pointing finger and my eyes level on the aggressive looking bulge strained against his work pants.

“Wanted to save it for tonight.” He says sheepishly. “You just look really good.”

The large bulge in his pants has me gulping in fear. God, are all of my friends hung?

“I…” I gulp. “...I’m still sore from last night…”

“Hey, that’s okay.” Kyle smiles, placing another hand on my shoulder and pushing me down to my knees. “You can just suck me off. I’ll be quick.”

Again my face burns crimson as I settle on the kitchen floor by the front door of the apartment. Kyle unzips his pants and, maneuvering his boxers a bit, whips out his hard cock. It springs out of his zipper like an aggressive snake and hits the side of my cheek, wiping a bit of precum onto my flushed face. His right hand grips the base as he sticks his cock head against my lips, and his left hand holds the back of my head steadily but gently.

His sock is long and thick, with a curly bush of dark pubes at the base. His balls, heavy and full looking, hang low beneath his throbbing member. The tip is red and angry looking, a single tear of precum at the tip. He pushes his dick forward and uses his hand to push my head into it, and reluctantly I accept the tip of his dick into my mouth. My jaw is sore and creaks open, pushed to its capacity, and the single bead of precum smears on my tongue in a flavor of salty funk.

Kyle moans as he slowly pushes forward and back in my mouth. Tears blur my eyes at the girth of him, and I feel my heart begin to race as his dick pushes the oxygen out of my mouth and nostrils. My tear blurred vision is only of the base of his dick and the curls of his pubes as he gently fucks my face, using my throat to get off. I still can’t get over the fact that I’m a woman, or at least in a woman’s body, and men…my friends…want to fuck me. I feel degraded as Kyle uses my throat, as I’m kneeling on the kitchen floor, strands of spit falling out of my wet mouth and landing on the tile floor or my swaying tits. I remind myself though that I don’t need to feel shame: I’m Erica, not Eric. This is okay. I’m just…helping my friend before work.

Kyle grips my head harder as he continues to fuck my mouth. The wet noises of my gagging seems only to motivate him, and quickly his pace is so fast I can’t keep up with my breathing and I’m struggling for air. I attempt to pull my head back but Kyle doesn’t let me, instead just slowing his pace enough to say “Breathe out of your nose.”

I do, and it sort of helps, but still tears spring from my eyes as I struggle for oxygen. I hum around his thick cock but he doesn’t notice or care, instead moving his hips forward so his cock head feels like it hits my tonsils. I gag, worried I might vomit, and all the sudden my mouth is even more full as hot sticky ropes of cum flood my tongue, my throat, and my nostrils. I hit his thigh, a silent plea for air, but still he doesn’t release me. Kyle holds my head in place as his cum spills down my throat, forcing me to swallow. The sound is deep and gutteral, thick and wet, as I swallow his cum - and I’m mortified.

Finally he releases me, and I fall back to my knees onto the floor with a deep breath. Kyle stands above me, his cock soaked in cum and spit, mere inches from my face. His cock is still hard and heavy looking, still pulsing as small drops of cum leak from the tip slowly onto the floor. I still taste the salty and funky taste of his sperm, my tongue and throat coated in him as I gasp for air.

A look of satisfaction colors his face as he zips his pants up. “Thanks dude, that was great.”

“You almost killed me!” I say angrily, still trying to catch my breath.

Kyle shrugs. “Sorry. You did well though.”

“Dude, seriously, you need to be more gentle next time.”

Kyle shrugs again, narrowing his eyes. “Uhm, no, I don’t need to do anything. You’re staying at our place man. If you don’t like it, leave.”

“But…” I go to protest, but he interrupts me.

“Nah man, no buts. This is the agreement. You’re free to use, at least for the time, so get used to it.”

Tears of shame pool in my eyes as Kyle collects his things. I stay knelt on the floor, a panting mess of spit and cum, refusing to meet his gaze. “This is such bullshit.”

Kyle hums. “See you tonight.”

The door closes behind him, leaving me still on the kitchen floor.