Chapter 1 - An Embarrassing Notion

Eriel stared at his own visage in the mirror, appraising his figure. He was a boy – but with all the slenderness, curve, and femininity of a woman.

His body was hairless, save for the raven's mane that fell as far down as his chest in length. His belly was taut, his hips wide, his buttocks plump and firm, and his cock a miniscule thing that allowed him to tuck it away with ease.

Large shining emerald eyes looked back at him in the mirror and the woman's bathing suit he wore. During high school, when boys normally turned into men and girls into women, Eriel's body opted for the latter. His boyish figure became girlish, and started along the bath of womanhood. Were it not for the tiny little prick hanging between his thighs, he could be a woman. Too many people mistook him for a girl growing up, so he deigned to wear women's clothes – and secretly, in the comfort of his loneliness, or when complimented by a passerby he had to admit: He really liked it.

But High School was not without its torments.

The jocks would bully Eriel from time to time, insulting him whenever he used the boy's bathroom – telling him to go to the girl's restroom instead. But then the cheerleaders would tell the "perv" to "get out, and go with the boys". Eriel fit neither gender role – and was forced to hold it in until he got home, or wait until everyone was gone or in class.

But now, staring at himself and his plum-colored bathing suit, he felt just a surge of confidence… Doused when he realized that his entire company would be that of all his fellow high school students.

A "going away" party, and they invited everyone in the class. It was like Prom, but in broad daylight. And in skimpier clothing. And everyone would be half naked. Round, beautiful breasts on the ladies. And the men with their rock hard abs and-

Eriel shook his head and sighed hard, blowing a lock of hair outward.

This is so embarrassing, the would-be woman appraised himself, turning every which way to glance at his plump ass, the curve of his hips, the flatness of his chest, and the bulge of his crotch. He had to tuck them in three times and perform a pirouette before he felt even a twinge of confidence enough to walk out of the bathroom.

And even then, he was delaying.

"Just a peek," Eriel told himself at the door. "Just a peek-"

He gawked when he shined light through the crack of the door, and caught sight of the booming party beyond. The guys were already in full swing. The entire football team was present, throwing back the ol' pigskin to and fro, doing cannonballs into the community pool, and other kinds of nostalgic, childhood pool tricks. One of the guys swept by and paused. It was enough for Eriel to pull the door shut and shake his head.

"Nuh-uh! Nope! Nope! Nope! Not goin' to do it, newp!" He shook his head some more, teeth clamped, eyes closed. "Not fair, not fair, not fair! W-why did they invite me? I'm not one of the-" Eriel stopped himself before sputtering, "G-guys."

He wasn't one of the guys. But there weren't just guys there. There were women. At least, that's what Eriel told himself. But it did not quell the fear.

With a loud sigh, he paced the room, jumping in place and flailing his arms. "Okay, okay," He began to breath hard, harder, until his thumping heart soothed.

"Has anyone seen Eriel?" Someone said beyond the door.

Red-faced against his peachy flesh, Eriel clenched his fists and shook in place. You just have to do it, Eriel, one voice spoke within. The other said, Hell no! Dip out the window and run back home! In the end, the former voice was just a single pitch louder.

Hesitant, Eriel tip-toed back to the door, grabbed it, and paused. After tucking his cock away, he turned the knob and slowly brought it open. The sunlight poured into the room ever so slowly, like a spotlight. And that very same spotlight turned into a beacon that attracted the eyes of; every. Single. Person. There.

But those were not the eyes of scorn, or the lips of malice. Eriel saw eyes of bewilderment, and gaps of gawking. With a face so red it was burning as if feverish, Eriel stepped forward and sauntered his way through the center of the crowd, towards the pool. He glanced beyond the long fringe of his black hair, catching sight of agape ogles, and maybe some jealous sneers from the ladies. In a single burst of confidence, Eriel felt empowered by the temptation of his very presence.

But such vigor failed when he focused forward and found out that the group was directing him towards the hot tub – where Zack Rayner stood.

He was, if Eriel dared to claim, a god amongst men. A glorious mane of chestnut hair swept back on his head. A fuzz of facial hair, not too thin and not too thick, delivered the impression of a mature youth. His body was bare, toned with six glorious abdominals to tease the power of his muscle. And his eyes, a shining sapphire, compliment to Eriel's own emeralds.

Many-a night, Eriel stayed awake thinking about Zack Rayner's perfect body. One particular hot night, Eriel couldn't help himself, and beneath his bed gripped his stiff cock and stroked himself until he felt his warm cum dripping down his knuckles. He gripped the sheets at his orgasm, whimpering pathetically to himself, "Zack! Oh, oh, Zack! Oh, f-fuck me…" That evening ritual was administered more than once during Eriel's years at Harren High School.
The daily torments were endured, if only to see Zack during PE class, sweating and exhausted from a game of kickball, football, or whatever the hell else he may have been playing that Eriel paid no attention to: but Zack. Then, like now, he may have drooled just a little bit when gleaming at the sight of bodily perfection.

But his body was not all that Eriel coveted, but Zack's personality as well. Unlike the rest of the jocks who went out of their way to torment budding Eriel, Zack was the only one who did not participate in their berating. Of course, Zack never did anything to stop it – but his silence was enough to catch Eriel's attention. Once or twice, the divine football star even smiled back at Eriel and sent him into a fit of blushing and quiet, delightful squealing.

Eriel's brief bout of daydreaming broke when he noticed his pathetic prick stiffening inside his own underwear. The tucking was not going as he planned. Without thinking, he leapt into the swimming pool. Cool water made him surge and yelp, while the local denizens both submerged and otherwise, were caught by the cascade of droplets.

And just like that, it broke the stillness of the party.

The girls went back to gossip, the jocks went back to throwing the football, the nerds continued their nerdiness, and the life of the party just went on.

Eriel's embarrassment did not leave, however. The girl-boy remained in the waters, his long mane swirling over the surface. All but his eyes were submerged in the cool pool. His self-rage and self-loathing sent a brief bout of exploding bubbles just before his eyes.

But his eyes remained on Zack. He was at the end of the pool, smiling and laughing with his cohorts, before slipping down into the hot tub.

The distance seemed eternal, but Eriel, unknowingly, began to swim towards him. Although it could have been considered a slow crawl, given that the girl-boy was tall enough to walk on the bottom of the pool.

Around him, his classmates continues to play, talk, splash, and swim around as if the sneaking Eriel didn't exist. All the better for me, thought Eriel as he went by the crowds.

Then, as if he had teleported the length, Eriel was before him. Although just half a head beneath the elevated hot tub, Eriel was right there. Right next to Zack. He was laughing with his buddies. His white smile was divine, and his eyes seemed to light up. The glow in his irises made Eriel unconsciously lean forth, and ascend…


… Until he was eye-level with Zack.

Eriel realized this at once and froze in place, blinking. He felt the summer wind blow against him, cold on his wet flesh. His tiny cock was pressed hard against the cement grounding, begging for freedom from that pathetic plum underwear. Eriel felt his face turn red as a beet and hotter than boiling coals. Zack's wide eye expression and gently gaping maw suggested confusion.

Oh no, I'm right in his face, is he going to-

"Hi," Zack said without moving his lips.

"S-sorry!" Eriel blurted and slunk down.

"No, wait," Zack called out for him. "Don't go."

Eriel slid back up. "Wha'?"

"Don't… go? Come in the hot tub." Zack gestured openly to the tub. It was only half-occupied by a total of five guys. "It's nice and warm in here."

"R-really?" Eriel blinked, his eyes dancing between the empty spaces and Zack's own irises.

"Yeah! Come on," Zack offered his hand.

Eriel decided not to take it, and instead slipped forth. Like a cat on the prowl, he crawled on all fours for just a second, before diving like an awkward dolphin into the bubbling warmth. He flipped around until he could sit, and crossed one leg over the other. Even though his thighs were pressed together, he felt no such pain gnawing at his groin.

"Hi," Eriel meekly said.

The crowd gave a mixture of waves and "Hellos" in reply.

Eriel lowered his head and hid half of his face behind his fringe. His single emerald eye danced out to look at the other men in the tub – all football players like Zack – all with visible abs, large arms, and strong jaws. But they weren't Zack – they may have shared his body size, but not his eyes, his hair, or his smile.

Eriel turned his head slightly and squealed quietly. Zack was beside him, one arm behind Eriel which was almost like having it around Eriel – at least, in Eriel's opinion. The other arm was laid out on his own swimming trunks, beneath the bubbling waves. Red on white trunks, long trunks, that fell to his knees. Eriel wondered if Zack was a grower or a shower – he didn't care, really – but he wondered. The thought made his prick poke at his thighs, and Eriel shifted in place.

"So I'm glad you could make it," Zack's voice broke Eriel's bemusing.

"Huh? Oh. Really?" Eriel blushed and looked away, playing with his hair. He twirled it, twisted it, and let it down to repeat the process again. "Th- that's nice."

"What?" Zack blinked.

"I mean-" Eriel cleared his throat and spoke just a degree louder. "Thank you, I'm… I'm glad I came, too. Er, I mean, to the, uh… Party, y'know."

Zack laughed and smiled. "Yeah."

Eriel looked down, defeated.

"So dude," One of the jocks asked, looking at Eriel. "Are you gay?"

"Wha-" Eriel looked up, blinking.

"Yeah," another jock shrugged. "We're not, like, bashing you or anything, man. We just want to know."

"Oh. Uhm-"

"Cause like John said, if you are, it's totally cool," the third referred to the second. "We've just been curious."

"Well-"

"Are you dating someone from our school?" Another asked.

"No, dude, if he did we'd know." John shook his head.

"Well if you let me-" Eriel raised a digit.

"You think he has a hot sister?" The fifth asked.

"Actually I do-" Eriel began to shake his head.

"No he doesn't, no one else has his last name in the school." John smacked the fifth one on the back of the head.

"Erm. Going back to your first question-" Eriel raised his finger up again.

"But wait, maybe he has a half-sister from like, a different parent?" The third scratched his head.

"Well, I was going to tell you-"

"Hey, yeah, do you have a sister that's from a different parent?"

"Like I was saying-"

"Are you gay?"

Eriel gave up and slunk into his own form, then down into the depths of the hot tub. His fury and nuisance bubbled to the top beside his nose. The idea of leaving popped into his head, and a race of pros and cons alongside it. Just before Eriel was ready to leap and leave, Zack put an arm on his shoulder.

Eriel spun to look at him, eyes large and waiting.

"Hey can I pull you aside for a second?" Zack asked.

Their lips were so close. Their noses, even closer. Eriel's heart skipped.

"Sure."

Zack raised himself from the waters, Eriel beside him. Thankfully, the boy-girl's 'length' was still tucked away, and his femininity composed.

Led by Zack's shoulder-wrapped arm, the god-among-men took Eriel around the heart of the party and to the side of the bathroom building that stood precedent beside the pool. The shadow cast by the structure's size, along with the quiet of the alley and the fence that blocked the party, made Eriel's heart flutter. He imagined various scenarios; kissing Zack, admitting his love, exchanging numbers – all the scenarios ended happily.

But in reality, Zack was just staring at Eriel in awkward silence.

"Are you okay?" He finally asked.

Eriel cleared his throat, shifted in place, and fixed his hair aside. "Mhm. Y-yeah. T-totally fine."

"Because, if they were bothering you, I'll totally tell them to lay off."

"Oh, them? Pft," Eriel waved his hand dismissively. "They're, ah… They're not so, ah, tough, an' stuff. They're okay. Just… okay."

Zack smiled briefly and smothered a laugh.

"W-what? What did I do wrong?" Eriel frowned.

"Nothing. You're just… adorable when you do that, all flustered and everything."

"Flustered? I'm not f-flustered!" Eriel stomped a foot. The cement did not agree with him. "Ow. I'm f-fine, totally fine!"

"Of course," Zack stopped another bout of laughter. "You know, we haven't had much chance to talk all that much during our years together."

"Y-yeah… I've always been… quiet," Eriel shrugged his tiny shoulders and looked down.

"Well… I mean, we're talking now, right? Making up for lost time?"

Eriel's smile could not be contained. "Y-yes! Right. Totally. We, uh, we should make up for lost time. Y'know?"

"Right! So," Zack thumbed a direction behind him. "You probably didn't know this, but I live close by. Y'wanna… come over, and have some booze?"

"Alcohol? Really?" Eriel gasped. "Isn't that, uh… illegal, or something?"

"Pft," Zack blew a raspberry and waved dismissively. "Nah, don't worry about it. Besides, my parents are gone for the weekend, and I have the house to myself. I really want to make something out of this day, you know? And… Well, I can't bring any of my bros over, they'll drink all my dad's stock. But if like, half a bottle is missing, my dad won't be any the wiser. What do you say?"

The pathetic whisper of a voice that told Eriel to say 'no' was snuffed out by the leaping, bountiful joy that screamed 'yes'. With a single nod, Zack took Eriel around the shoulder – which made Eriel's heart flutter all over again – and led him through the alley.

They walked some three or four blocks around a circular neighborhood of yellow, beige, blue, white, and grey colored houses before they stopped at the one at the end of the block. The biggest of them all, dark blue, with at least three expensive cars blocking the driveway.

"Uhm… I thought you said your parents were out?" Eriel asked, pointing at the cars from a sunken posture.

"They are. They took the Lamborghini to Jersey," Zack said as he fished for his key.

"So… those are their cars as well?"

"Yep."

"Oh," Eriel furrowed his brows. They really don't need that many cars-

Zack opened the front door and led Eriel in.

-But who cares, really? Not my house! Eriel shuffled inside, drying the last remnants of dampness on a mat beside the portcullis.

When Eriel looked up, the size of the chamber stunned him. A winding staircase led all the way up, with at least three hallways in sight of the ground floor. Mahogany wood floors and furniture decorated the length of the room. Glass cabinet doors and rows of mirrors lined the walls. A marble-styled kitchen stood off to the side, and a furnished living room with a faux fireplace and auburn leather stood elsewhere.

"W-wow…" Eriel gawked and swallowed hard. "Big place."

"Rich parents," Zack chuckled. "C'mon, let's get the bottle."

Zack led Eriel down a hall and to a corner room, where after some fumbling with the lock, revealed a grand study. Shelves of books rising and falling filled three of the four walls, while the fourth contained a rack of bottles; wine, whiskey, vodka, rum, and absinthe of all different colors and kinds. Eriel's eyes were keenly focused on the brighter colors, by some strange desire.

"Here we go," Zack grabbed a Sambuca bottle and swished it around. "Already opened."

"Are you sure your dad won't, er, notice?" Eriel shrugged.

"Nah. He's usually sauced before he comes into his study," Zack chuckled. "C'mon."

Eriel was ushered to the kitchen. There, Zack claimed two round glasses, poured a shot of the Sambuca, and corked the bottle. He handed one to Eriel who took it and sniffed at its contents. A haze of lightheadedness passed over him. The scent burned his nostrils.

"W-whoa…"

"You okay?" Zack caught Eriel, and the latter's heart sung.

"Y-yeah. Th-… the, uh, sambuuka's strong."

"Sambuca," Zack corrected. Eriel flushed. Zack raised his glass. Eriel raised his. "Well, cheers."

They clinked glasses and drank.

Eriel felt a rush of warmth spread across his chest. Simultaneously, a wave of fuzziness climbed into his head. He cooed, sighed, and swayed before he stilled.

"Aha. You okay?" Zack took the Sambuca down like it was water.

"Mmm… Mhm. I'm…" Eriel felt a pleasantness fill him. His inhibitions felt removed. "I'm nice."

"Good," Zack smiled and poured both of them another shot. "Drink." He commanded. Eriel blushed, and obeyed.

Another rush of warmth filled the boy-girl, while Zack seemed unaffected by the drink. For Eriel, the room occasionally tipped to the side. Liquid courage filled Eriel, and the voice of his meek instincts went mute. The voice of his desires and wants began to flex its jaws and start to yawn.

"Mmm… That's… Good," Eriel complimented, licking his lips. They felt plump and glossy.

"You like it?" Zack asked.

"Mhm," Eriel stumbled forth.

Zack caught him. "Whoa! You alright?"

Eriel's heart danced in his chest, his arms grabbing onto Zack's biceps for support. Being pressed against his chest made Eriel feel very much alive. Eriel's body felt hot all over. "Mhm. I… Oh… Mm, I'm fine. Zack, can I… Can I ask you something?"

"Hm? What is it?" Zack raised an eyebrow.

"Do you…" Eriel leaned forth for a whisper. Their noses touched. "Do you like boys?"

Zack did not reply. "Do I… Like boys?"

"Y-yeah, do you like… Y'know… To fuck boys?"

"I…" Zack was the one to blush, if ever so faintly. "I don't know. I mean, I- I know I like girls."

"Then just… Pretend I'm a girl, okay?" Eriel continued to lean forth.

Zack did not reply. He only pressed forth, meeting his lips with Eriel's. The Sambuca still lingered on Zack's lips, and soon discovered, on his tongue. Eriel's body rushed with warmth, and his small cock below did not feel so small anymore. He even felt Zack pitch a tent of his own, but it was much more impressive, and prodding into Eriel's taut belly with the same desire for freedom and wanting as Eriel's own prick.

One hand slipped down and took hold of Zack's thick meat, rubbing it through the pesky swimming trunks that blocked Eriel's prize. Zack suddenly broke off.

"What… What are you doing?" He broke off. But he did not break free of their contact.

"I'm… I'm doing what I always wanted to do. So please," Eriel felt the alcoholic courage continue to drive him. "Let me?"

Zack was silent, so Eriel took that as a yes.

The girl-boy leaned forth again and locked his lip to Zack's. Tongue met tongue like the union of the duo. The two red muscles slid against one another, trading saliva and the taste of the Sambuca. Zack wrapped one arm around Eriel's neck, the other held him by his slender waist.

Eriel's hand returned to the thick meat between Zack's thighs. He gripped it hard through the trunks, gave it a few strokes, and then continued to run his palm against and around it. It's so big, Eriel told himself. He broke the kiss for a second to breathe and moan altogether. I want him so badly.

The courage coursed through Eriel, and so he pulled back, then dove his fingers into the gap of Zack's trunks and snaked his palm to the jock's meat stick. Eriel felt the immense girth, the long veiny pole, throbbing and pulsing within his grasp.

Eriel broke the kiss, gripped the shaft and whispered, "You have such a big dick."

Zack's reply was a hushed moan.

Eriel stood on his own two feet, half a head beneath Zack, and kissed his chin. His hands fumbled at Zack's trunks, undid the rope, and then slid them down just an inch. Down he went, kissing his throat, his hard chest, his rows of abs, and to the top of his groin. His hair was shaven neat, but still thick. Eriel kissed it twice, then hooked his hands into the trunks and pulled them down.

Zack's cock slapped against Eriel, and the latter gasped. The thick veiny pole of meat had to be at least six inches – maybe seven, Eriel couldn't tell by sight alone. He rubbed his cheek against Zack's prick, gliding his soft lips against the side. It was exactly how Eriel imagined it in his dreams – he wondered for a moment if he was dreaming – and to test it, he leaned his maw against the large mushroom head and kissed it.

The raw, meaty taste told him it was true.

Eriel sucked on the head, lapping at the tiny slit with his tongue. Zack, although motionless, began to breathe harder. Eriel looked up with his emerald eyes and found Zack's own looking down at him. He wondered if Zack imagined he was a girl, with a girl's lips, and a girl's head of hair. It didn't matter to Eriel. Zack could imagine him as a boy, a girl, or anywhere in-between and he would still gladly be on his knees before the stud.

Further below, Eriel's own sex was hard and stiff. But he ignored it for now, leaving it to press a hard, aching bulge against his plum-colored underwear. Maybe he would tend to it later; for now, he wanted Zack.

Eriel's jaw widened and he took another inch of Zack's thick pole into his mouth. He salivated the flesh in his saliva, swirling his muscle around and around in rapid circles, catching more of Zack's moans in the air. He's enjoying this! Eriel basked in the thought of his own work delivering Zack such pleasure.

Slowly, Eriel took another inch of Zack, then another, and another, until the girl-boy had stuffed almost the entirety of Zack's great girth length into his maw. He slobbered over the prick, lapping his tongue around, against, underneath and all over again. His mouth clamped shut, sucking all the air out to tighten the hold on his partner's length.

Eriel's eyes looked up and found Zack's own thrown back, his maw wide open. Eriel's eyes gleamed at the sight of that, and he loved it.

Grabbing Zack by the shaft, Eriel took the base in a firm grip and began to bob his head as quickly as he could. Wet slurping sounds filled the air amidst brief chokes and gags. In a few bare seconds, Zack's member was slickened with enough saliva to provide as lubricant and then some.

Eriel let go of Zack's cock with a loud pop. He stroked the length for a moment before rubbing his cheek against the salivated member, purring to himself.

"Eriel, I-"

"Shhh," Eriel planted two digits on Zack's chiseled form. "Just let me do this."

Eriel slipped his maw around the mushroom head and bobbed twice before he was interrupted. Zack grabbed the sides of Eriel's cheeks and held him still. Eriel glanced up for a moment and saw a malicious gleam in Zack's eyes – one he wholeheartedly approved of.

Like a primal beast, Zack began to thrust and pump in and out of Eriel's mouth with haste. He used Eriel's mouth like another hole, diving his throbbing prick in and out of the entrance. A series of moans and gasps escaped Zack as he ran his length down the dripping tunnel of Eriel's maw. His tongue guarded the bottom of the delicious meaty pole from rubbing against his teeth, giving Eriel's partner the smoothest ride.

It wasn't even a minute before Zack began to sputter his impending climax. Not that Eriel did mind.

After two hard, almost sloppy pumps, Zack hilted himself inside of Eriel and sputtered a half-cry, half-moan that made Eriel giddy with delight. Thick bursts of warm, thick, creamy goo filled Eriel's mouth one after the other. They piled on his tongue in layers that began to spill over and fill the sides of his mouth. He tasted sweet and salty altogether, and Eriel loved every second of it.

Spent, Zack released Eriel's mouth and stood still, panting and sighing loudly. Eriel looked back at Zack with glossy eyes, opened his mouth to reveal his cum-filled maw, and then swallowed it all with one loud gulp.

"Mmm," Eriel licked his glossed lips. "You taste delicious."

"I…" Zack blushed.

"Mhm?" Eriel grabbed the stud's cock and began pumping it. "Mmm… Someone doesn't appear finished, yet."

"No," Zack smirked. "Not yet."

"Do you want me to-"

"Bend over the table."

Eriel gasped, his face as hot as fire. "Oh, yes sir!"

Eriel stood and moved over to the marble table. He grabbed the sides of his own suit's underwear, inhaled a sharp breath of courage, and slipped them down. His cock came into view, hard and throbbing, veiny and dripping with excited precum. But it was feeble in comparison to the great girth of Zack.

With his back to Zack, Eriel looked over his shoulder to his partner. Although Eriel's underwear was done and his cock in view, his bra still made him feel womanly enough.

The great stud positioned himself just behind Eriel, one hand on his shaft, the other on Eriel's plump ass. He felt him up, kneading the firm flesh with a rough grip before he delivered a loud spank that echoed throughout the entire house.

"Oh!" Eriel inhaled sharply. "Spank me, daddy."

Zack struck his firm, bubble butt again. "Call me 'Sir'."

"Mmm, oh, yes sir." Eriel wiggled his cute, firm rear. Zack gave him another spank that made the boy-girl whip his head back with a moan. "Oh!"

Zack positioned his thick mushroom head against Eriel's tight little pucker and began to prod. Eriel closed his eyes and threw his head back, moaning at the marriage of pleasure and pain. He wanted Zack inside him so desperately, he was not about to let his own body betray him. With all his might, Eriel relaxed against Zack's invading prick. He slowly began to lean back against the stiffy, biting his lower lip hard as the salivated meat began to force Eriel's dark starfish apart.

"Mmmh- F-fuck m-me!" Eriel squealed as the head broke through. "Oh! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-"

"Shhh!" Zack grabbed Eriel's long fringe and tugged it back hard. Eriel's head snapped back, his back arched, and Zack breathed heavily into his ear. "You're mine today."

"Mmf- Y-yes, sir!" Eriel moaned and felt the rest of the cock slide inside of him. The penetrating member sent shockwaves through Eriel's legs. They shook beneath him, almost going limp. "Oh. Fuck. Yes! Mm, oh God, fuck yes! Sir, f-fuck me hard, sir! F-fuck my needy hole, s-sir!"

"Shhh," Zack spanked Eriel hard on his other cheek, but kept a tight hold on his hair all the same. "Who's my needy little slut?"

"M-Me, Sir," Eriel ached as the cock left him.

"Who's my cock-hungry sleeve?" The prick came back, sending another ripple through Eriel's body.

"M-me, Sir!" Eriel moaned and felt his own cock twitching.

"And who's going to keep taking my cock… and loving every second of it?" Zack retreated, and thrusted again.

"M-m-" Eriel sputtered and moaned aloud as he came.

His cock twitched and spat his own seed across the marble table, smearing the length of it in thick streams in mere seconds. Eriel huffed and sighed as Zack continued to thrust into his tight, constricting hole.

When Eriel's orgasm ended, his eyes flittered open and closed, trying to compose himself. Zack's pounding dick was driving him mad with lust; he didn't want to give up the stud pounding away behind him, he just wanted him to remain there, pounding, cumming, and pounding again until the end of time.

Eriel cooed amidst the aftermath of his orgasm, his eyes flittered yet again. This time, he caught something. The boy-girl's eyes shot wide in alert as he saw Zack's cohorts standing outside the backyard window with their iPhones in hand, staring at them.

"Z-ZACK!" Eriel shouted, pushing away from the table…

… But Zack overpowered him and pressed Eriel right back against it. Eriel's arms came down on the table, struggling to push away.

"Z-Zack?! What are you-"

"Shh!" Zack delivered another firm spank. There was no pleasure in it, just pain. He continued to thrust and pump, claiming Eriel's hole for his own selfish lusts. "I didn't think we would get this far. But I don't care; they can record all they want. I just want you."

"Wh-wh-, no-no-no! Tell them to go away! I don't want anyone to see!" Eriel tried to look back, but the hard grip on his hair kept his head mostly locked.

"Don't mind them, just focus on me," Zack ordered, then leaned to whisper. "That's an order from your Sir."

"Pl-please!" Eriel whimpered. "Tell them to go away!" Eriel stared back at the jocks who giggled and laughed on the other side of the window.

But Zack ignored him. The stud continued to pound and thrust at his partner, huffing and groaning right into Eriel's ear. Eriel tried to displace the thought of the jocks on the other side of the door, but their constant laughing and the flash of their cameras prevented that. He could only endure Zack's rough pounding, sudden hair-pulling, and hard spanks; none of which had delivered Eriel any pleasure, save for an occasional bout from the consistent pumping done by his stud.

Yet despite Eriel's displeasure at the ogling horde, he could not deny the swelling returning to his shaft. Although small and pathetic compared to the love of his life, it was becoming hard and eager yet again. The little thing began to twitch upon the cold marble table, engorged with blood yet again. But it was not the sensation of his virile lover, or the enduring ravaging of his rear that returned his erection. But it was the sight of the gawkers that made him stiff yet again.

Basking in the idea, Eriel shut his eyes and threw himself back into the throes of pleasure. The transition was seamless, and Eriel felt like a little girl moaning and groaning at the beckon of his lover. He grabbed the table, endured the thrusting shaft, and moaned his love for Zack's prick.

One eye flittered open to look at the oglers and found them bemused by Eriel's sudden partake of enjoyment – but that did not stop them from ceasing the recording. Eriel stuck his tongue out at the camera, opening his maw wide to give the recording device a good look to the wondrous mouth he had to offer.

"Keep f-fucking me, sir!" Eriel shouted and giggled with delight when Zack pulled his hair and spanked his rear. "Mm, harder, sir!" Eriel bit his lower lip as another ripple of pain sent out from his plump ass.

"A-almost!" Zack announced, hastening the speed of his thrusts at once. "A-almost, g-gonna cum!"

"Cum inside me, sir! C-cum inside me!" Eriel moaned like a girl would and pressed himself back against Zack.

He moaned in Eriel's ear as he orgasmed. Eriel gasped, his face wide with shock, as the gooey essence filled him. Spurt after wonderfully warm spurt, the little boy-girl's butt was filled up. He felt every inch of its essence inside of him, every creamy, gooey, shifting, filling, warm bit of spunk.

And Eriel loved it.

He loved it so much that when Zack gave him one final thrust to seal his cream inside of the willing sleeve, Eriel moaned and came across the table again. A second layer of cum covered the first and then some, leaving the table to become a messy sea of glittering brown and gooey white.

Spent, Zack released himself from Eriel's rear and left him leaning against the table, gaping and still. Eriel felt his lover's essence dripping from his rear and tried to keep it in, to no avail.

Eriel nearly collapsed against his own smear of seed, but just barely contained himself. Zack waved his hand and shouted some obscenities, which finally made the oglers leave.

But as they left and Eriel's shaft softened, he found the strangest desire in his want for their return. The idea started to make him hard again, and his eyes shot down to glare at his growing dick.

"What a… Embarrassing notion."

