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CHASTITY He'd lost his dick in a war and now he was home and his country wasn't taking care of him the way it ought or maybe there really was nothing to be done and it was all his own fault but sure as hell he was fucked up and getting fucked-upper daily. At he teetered along the early a.m. sidewalk he noticed a car keeping pace alongside but this was New York so he ignored it till the driver quit tapping his horn lightly, overtook, mounted the kerb, stuck his fat bald head out and waved a ten. Where were cops when you needed them? Probably getting blowjobs in alleyways from men who lost their dicks in wars. "C'mon" fat baldy said waving the ten spot. He smiled greasily. "C'mon babe, ten bucks and you blow me." Disgusting fat creep imagined him a cheap hooker, cheap indeed at $10. What did he think this was, 1962? He didn't look dangerous anyway so Philip put his chin up and hastened, wobbling dangerously on the high heels, around the car and headed on homeward, feet in torment. The guy took off revving the engine angrily and Philip took pause to stop walking, support himself with one hand on a store windowsill, remove one shoe at a time and massage his feet. He saw his reflection. No wonder the guy stopped. A fantasy woman: long blonde hair, big bosom, tiny waist, long smooth legs on high high heels. He peered at the face. If you thought about it you would discern masculinity in the bone structure yet the hormones were taking effect and with the makeup Philip looked femininely attractive in a slutty way. He wasn't queer. He hadn't been, anyway, he'd been driven to this abortive night visiting a transvestite-transexual-trans-bloody-sister club by testosterone-pumping desire. Since he couldn't make it with a woman, what the fuck else was there for him to do, he wanted to know, with cum-exploding cock on his mind all the time but no cock of his own to explode, not even to look at or tie a knot in for fucksake. He'd been in turmoil these past months and gradually the idea firmed in him that if he needed sex, and he fucking well did, he'd have to take female hormones and try to become a passable woman and get sex with the sex he knew best: men, goddamn them. "Hey babe!" Shit! It was him again, drawn back by the magnetism of his hungry balls, driven around the block and sitting fatly in his car grinning a fat smile. "Can I at least give you a ride?" Near breaking his neck in the impossible shoes Philip stamped off, losing the man when he suddenly rounded the corner and entered the lobby of his apartment block to safety. This all can't be happening to me he mumbled numbly to himself five minutes later as he shouldered the stained old door out into the night street again. The landlord had changed the lock on his door because he'd not paid rent for months, not paid because he'd been busy going nuts. A car passed, braked, made a U and came back alongside the kerb. "C'mon Babe, I not getting any younger" fatso said. He'd thought this first night on the town in drag had thoroughly convinced him it wasn't for him, shown he was still a man oriented toward women, a man without a dick, true, but a man nonetheless. Yet now his goddamn hormones were kicking in and the thought of sex, some sex, any sex gradually began to appeal, along with the fact that he had to have money for a hotel. "$50 for a hand job" he said with a quiver of fear and excitement. "Are you nuts! I could do that myself for free.." "$100 for a blow." "Its 5 am and you're still looking so stop fucking around and come suck my dick. $25 maximum or I'm off home to the wife." Philip approached trembling, four months of hormones bulling the gate, climbed in the car. "Drive into the alley behind the building." Fatso undid his pants and the rank hormone odor made Philip imagine for a moment he was getting his own cock out to fuck a broad only he wasn't. The tool looked pathetically stunted in the man's lap but was already hard and Philip dipped his head tentatively . A few months previous this would have been unimaginable and the thought would have disgusted him to nausea and fury but now Philip actually found he hungered for this cock in his mouth and took it between his lips and slid slowly down it. Fatso's left hand suddenly found the lever which reclined his seat and it went abruptly back as his right hand grabbed the back of Philip's head and held it as his hips began thrusting upward, fucking. Philip pressed his tongue hard against the cock's underside, clamped his lips around the shaft and let the man do the work. "Yeah, oh yeah, suck hard, yeah swirl that tongue. Yeah, get it, suck me dry, you love this." And Philip did, he wanted it, he wanted the feeling of semen spurting as his own had used to, wanted feel cum down his throat and soon it shot and he hungrily lapped it up. "Oh, ah-ah" fatso panted zipping himself up hurriedly. "Ok, not to bad, needs a little work." Philip had forgotten the hooker's cardinal rule: get the money first. He sat on the seat beside the man looking at him like a puppy looking for a treat, actually wanting more. The man took out his wallet, extracted a $20 and handed it to Phillip. "We agreed $25." "Next time I see you." "We agreed..." "Get outta here!" the man said reaching across Philip's lap, opening the door with one hand and giving him a shove with the other. Tiny fraction of a second, Phillip had his right arm wrapped around the man's throat from beneath, locking it tight with the left hand and giving a well-judged rabbit punch with the left elbow. Cock lost, Marines training fairly intact. They taught them how to immbolize and kill quickly and silently. He didn't kill fatso, just put him unconscious for a short time. The wallet had dropped to the floor and Philip took all the cash. $150. Sufficient for a cheap room. Out of the car, propped fatso upright behind the wheel. He was coming to and as Philip wobbled off down the alley toward the street he opened his eyes with a squawk, shook himself and went to get out of the car, saw his empty wallet, maybe recalled how easily he'd been dealt with, started the engine, set the car in motion and accelerated at Philip who took off the damn shoes and ran. Still groggy the man bounced the car off the wall and ricochetted to the other wall while Philip made it around the corner and hugged back tight to the building as the car rocketed past. The man stopped, thought better of it, drove off. A young man came running up. "Are you alright Miss?" One look at the handsome college boy face and physique, surely a homosexual, and Philip's unsatisfied desire surged so his entire body tingled with desire from the tips of his ears right down to his toes and back up again to 7" inside his anus. He took a chance and said "I'm not Miss, I'm a transvestite faggot. Do you live near here?" The boy looked confused but nodded. "Yes." "Do you think I'm sexy?" The boy hesitated but Philip could see he was right. "You don't have to hide it from me. My ass is yours if you want it. I'm clean and tight. I've never done it with a man." Philip's puppydog look had come back, his desire so great he was like a panting virgin. Hell, he was a panting virgin. The boy hesitated, Philip smiled and wiggled his hips and false tits and the boy's hormones took over. "I'm staying in my mom's apartment. She's away." The apartment was gorgeous. Marbled hallway, antique furniture, vases, modern oil paintings, a far cry from the squalor of fatso's car. In the livingroom Philip stripped the young man off and savored the gorgeous taut young physique and the cock immediately erect, sticking up against to his belly hard as wood. Resisting the urge to suck it Philip turned, reached under his skirt and lowered his panties then lifted his skirt. The boy went to help him remove it. "No" Philip said stopping him. "It's much sexier half covered." And he leaned forward over the back of the sofa. "Jesus, you have a cute ass" the young man said appreciatively reaching out and stroking it. Philip groaned. Unthinkable again, yet his body had been needing this for months only his mind wouldn't allow it. A finger went in and Philip made a sound of pain. "Wait, I'll be back." Back in moments with lubricant and condom the boy began to lubricate Philip with a finger. Miracle, he'd found an expert first time. Leaning forward Philip began to savor the pleasure of being a bottom, expectantly excitedly awaiting penetration, being sexed up and prepared. Now his nipples began to tingle telling him they were the next area which wanted to be touched and pulled and tweaked like a woman's. Then the lubricated shaft at his gate pushing gently yet steadily, easing in. "Ah" he cried. It hurt but he found he liked the pain. "Don't worry, just push in" he moaned and the boy pushed, waited for adjustment, pushed again, waited, pushed again, each stage giving Philip small orgasms of pain-pleasure, panting-groaning, feeling a tremendous wonderful tingling where his cock used to be as if he still had one only somehow this sensation was bigger, wider, better. Push - in. "Ah, ah so good" the boy muttered, pumping, butting against Philip's ass cheeks. As the boy took his hips in each hand his fingers touched sensitive spots on Philip's belly and sides he hadn't known he possessed. He began to wail, he was cumming. So quickly, "Oh, oh, thank you" Philip cried. The boy's pumping became faster, harder, more rhythmic, then speeded again then suddenly stopped and Philip could sense his body straining, arching ecstatically. Philip's inside made a contraction of its own accord, the boy's ejaculation triggered and he pumped again, pump "Ah!", pump "Ah!", in time to his spurting cum. "Oh" Philip moaned to himself deliriously, "Oh no, who'd have believed it could feel this good." |
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