The birthday boy

“I can't wait, girl,” James says while still stroking his dick without a care in the world.

“You probably can,” I tell him. I turn my attention to my friend's older brother Steve, “But you. You don't need to wait. You're the birthday boy after all.”

He had the widest grin on his face when he was acknowledged. And, assuming it was the **** in his system, he seemed to forget I was his little brother's friend in reality. Even though I accepted a small dose of humiliation by letting my secret be found out, by accident if I may add, it didn't seem embarrassing in the slightest. Hell, it could have been the start of a lot of fun.

“Yes, I am, pretty lady,” he says. Respectfully, although he was eager like his friend, he didn't dare put his hands on me in any way until he had permission. “Where should we do this?”

“It's your birthday, so you choose,” I tell him.

He looks to his friend and his little brother. “Someplace private. I don't want these guys to see anything,” Steve says, much to the others' disappointment.

“Upstairs?” I ask. He nods and I lead him, stepping out of my pants, to the stairs. I haven't been to all of the rooms in the house apart from Raymond's room. At the top of the stairs, Steve leads me to a different room. He turns on the light and reveals his room, which at the time was pretty messy. In his drunkenness, he just swipes the bed of any clothes to make room for us. I make sure to close the door behind me and push him onto the bed. Before I start on him, I make sure to remove my shirt, revealing the extent of the change. Judging from his astonishment on his face, I surely did look gorgeous in this body. And now he was alone with me in his bedroom.

I didn't keep the birthday boy waiting and immediately got on top of the bed, straddling his lap and bending forward to plant a kiss on his lips. He returned it with the stench of his last drink on his breath, but since I consumed some too, and therefore was numbed to the consequences, I thought less of the stench and more on the fact that this was my first time with a guy I just met on X-Change. I ground my pelvis, feeling a hardening bulge in his pants and also press my breasts into his shirt. I sat up, still grinding back and forth on his lap, giving him a full view of the sight of me naked on top of him.

“You move like you've done this before,” Steve comments. “It's fucking hot.”

In reality, I have done nothing like this before. Maybe it's the **** causing me to move in such a sexy and promiscuous manner. Or maybe it's the hardening bulge I feel right underneath me. I imagine I look quite slutty in his eyes, but who's judging? As far as everyone in this room is concerned, we are just two individuals ready to take this to the next level.

I smile as I slide off of his lap. He pushes himself upright, trying to see where I have gone. Relief washes his face when I appear with my forearms upon his thighs, gentle hands unfastening his belt and pants. “You're so beautiful,” he says, causing me to smile up at him. He lifts me upwards so that a kiss can connect, but my hands do not leave his pants. Even as we are making out, my fingers have found their way underneath the waistband of his boxers, in an attempt to free the monster hardening underneath. I feel upon the hardened shaft and pull it out, shifting the fabric of the boxers to the side to give the cock I pull out more room.

Our kiss disconnects and I see a smile on his face. I believe in this moment I was biting my lip in anticipation of what I was about to do next. Steve watches me as I go down on him, in between his legs, on my knees in a very submissive position. I had never done such a thing before. I haven't even put anything remotely phallic in my mouth. I have watched porn before, so I'm guessing my experience is based solely on such media, but never have I seen anything that taught me how to suck a dick.

I guess for many X-Change users doing this for the first time, we are winging it. I first observe the member before my eyes, examining it in my soft hands. Steve's cock is about seven inches long and my fingers encircling his shaft can barely meet on the other side of it. It is clearly circumcised and smooth all over from the tip to the base of the shaft. When I pull out his scrotum, I find it is quite hefty too.

Using my tongue, I lick the cock, making sure to get a good taste of it by running as much surface area over the erect member. I run my tongue from the base all the way to the tip, tasting a strong musk and a slightly bitter flavor. Once at the tip, I insert it into my mouth, using my saliva to lubricate the surface, encircling my tongue all around it like a lollipop. When I swallow some of my saliva in an effort to stimulate the head with suction, I taste the same flavor go down my throat. With something like this, I thought I would gag, but surprisingly I don't.

Steve grabs a handful of my hair and forces me to look up at him. I must look like a cock-hungry slut in his eyes, gobbling his member and savoring its taste as if I did not eat dinner earlier. He lifts me up just with his hand and I cannot help but push myself upwards to prevent the stinging of my hair roots increasing. My lips connect with his and I'm glad that he's not teasing me of how I was a guy one moment and now a woman sucking his cock the next. I'm wondering if he's opposed to the taste on my lips after having sucked on his cock for a minute or two.

Our kiss disconnects once again and he lowers me down to his dick. He keeps his hand in my hair, keeping my mouth on his cock. The pressure pushes it further, closer to my tonsils, and his girth keeps my mouth open wide in order to accommodate him. “Shit, you are so good at that,” he comments, using a voice that is similar to a groan.

I continue even as I hear a door opening.