Transformation Themes:

Genital Transformation (Penis to Vagina, Vagina to Penis)

Feminisation

Mental Changes (Loss of Freedom to Speak)

Sensitivity Increase

Lip Growth (minor)

Voice Change (Masculine to Feminine)

Sexual Themes:

Nudity

PiV Sex

Oral Sex 

Part 4: Sexy Talk

James, Marie and Matt didn’t leave our house until well after 11pm and Connor and I were exhausted from the long day, not helped by the stress of the evening. We tidied up as minimally as possible and made our way to bed. For the first night that week we didn’t have sex, although as got changed into a bed clothes I felt my penis twitch in appreciation of Connor’s hairless form.

Connor got into bed first while I spent a few minutes taking off my makeup. “Are we going to keep using the Device as casually as we have been? I hate to say it, but today was terrifying,” came his voice from behind me. I paused and turned to look at Connor. He didn’t sound terrified. If anything he sounded angry, or frustrated. His back was to me, so I couldn’t see his face.

“I want to keep using it,” I replied simply. I saw his shoulders relax and realised that he’d been tensed up. There was a pause and he turned to face me, a conflicted smile on his face.

“Me too.” He frowned a little and looked towards the desk on the other side of the room, upon which sat the Device. “But I’ve tried to be so responsible with it and yet one stupid mistake and something so dangerous happened.”

“Was it that dangerous? It seems that the Device isn’t so easy to damage.”

“But what if instead of getting it wet, we dropped it and it smashed? Or what if we somehow lose it?” I recognised this side of him and rather than finishing removing my makeup I sat on the bed and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. He was such a strong person; so intelligent, caring and confident. But he was aware of how much trust others but in him and he took too much responsibility on himself. Safe and ethical use of the Device was perhaps the greatest responsibility he’d ever had placed upon him and I could tell the pressure was getting to him.

“Then we be more careful from now on. We can minimise all those risks,” I gave him another kiss on his forehead and he smiled up at me gratefully. “We can be trusted with this. So we should keep using it.” I noticed he looked away when I said we could be trusted, but he just shook his head and smiled up at me.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Now let me finish getting this off so I can go to sleep.”

***

We’d agreed that it was only fair that I placed the mental block on myself from the day before, although Connor had conceded that I should be allowed to overcome it when using the phone for work. I would be unable to speak unless spoken to first in all other circumstances. On top of that I still had a rather large (or at least it felt large, Connor insisted it was below average) penis to deal with between my legs.

Connor for his part still had a hairless body with increased sensitivity across his skin, particularly around his enlarged areola and nipples, not to mention the pussy between his legs. I’d gone to shower first, as usual, and was considering what additional challenges to impose upon him for the day ahead. I considered a mental compulsion or block to pay him back for my own most recent change, but found it difficult to come up with anything that interested me. My mind kept coming back to stopping him speaking, but I didn’t want to just copy him. I was drying myself off when I finally had an idea.

I walked back into the bedroom to see Connor sitting on his phone. He glanced at me and I let the towel around me ‘slip’ giving him a good view of my naked form. I enjoyed seeing his interest in his phone evaporate and couldn’t help but chuckle as he reached out to slap my butt playfully. I’d already re-applied the mental block to myself, but I gave him a faux-stern look and pointed towards to bathroom to make it clear that he had to shower. He smiled and got up, but rather than going directly to the bathroom, he held me from behind and let his hands wander across my body gently. As he grabbed my breast roughly (but not too roughly) in his hand he kissed my neck and let out a gentle growl of arousal. I started to get instantly hard, but I swatted his hand away and pointed toward the bathroom more insistently. He backed off with a grin, which turned into a smirk as he spotted my growing erection. Seemingly satisfied that he’d (literally) gotten a rise out of me, he retreated to have his shower.

Despite myself, I had enjoyed the attention and I would be lying if I claimed I hadn’t hoped for a similar reaction. Although as I touched my erection I slightly regretted getting so worked up without any time to deal with it. I sighed and tried to ignore it and got ready. I awkwardly worked my cock into underwear not designed for it, made harder by the fact that it wasn’t getting any less hard. I put on a white blouse and navy skirt. Before getting started on my makeup I decided to use the Device.

I prepared the changes quickly, but this time made sure to make it so that only Connor and I would be aware of the changes, as this particular one was probably the most obvious one either of us had made so far. Again, I decided to not execute the changed until Connor returned to the room. I was part way through doing my makeup when he came back into the room wearing just a towel around his waist. For some reason I’d half expected him to wear it around his chest, although even if the changes to his chest had been more pronounced I doubted he’d have actually done so as he didn’t have the habits. The stray thought triggered an idea that I put aside for later.

“You’ve not made any changes yet have you?” he asked. His voice wasn’t super deep, but it was immediately recognisable as masculine. I always described his voice as rich and large. It felt full of character and like it projected from a massive space within him. When he was younger he’d done some theatre and I imagined he’d probably developed good control of his voice and projection at that time. In a large group, it was impossible to speak over him, as without raising his voice he seemed to drown out other people. One of the very first things that had ever attracted me to him was his voice.

But I was still going to change it.

I hit the button on the Device to execute the change. I saw Connor hold a hand up to his throat as he felt it tingle, but before he could speak and ruin the surprise, I flicked one of his exposed nipples. He let out a gasp of surprise and sudden arousal. Both of our eyes widened at the sound. It was breathy and high pitched. Sexy in a feminine way.

“What did you…” he didn’t even finish asking the question, as the answer was already apparent. His voice was extremely feminine. Higher pitched than my own, although not to the point of parody, and unmistakeably feminine.

“I think it’s obvious. But to be completely clear; I’ve changed your voice to be feminine and, you might notice, quite sexy.” I smiled cruelly, glad that he’d asked enough of a question to allow me to respond. “But don’t worry, no one will notice apart from us. As far as anyone else is concerned this should be normal.” I saw him look conflicted by that, obviously glad that he wouldn’t have to try and hide it, but unsure how to feel about everyone thinking he’d always sounded like a woman. “Oh, and if you take a quick look in the mirror you might notice another little change,” I pointed to my lips to give him a hint.

“Well… They’re not as bad as I feared,” he said and I saw him frown at the sound of his own, new voice. He was puckering his lips slightly to get a better look at them. I’d very slightly made them larger and more pronounced, but it was a subtle enough change that he might have missed it himself without the hint. They certainly looked more kissable to me though and I puckered my own lips to invite a kiss. He hesitated for a millisecond before accepting the invitation. He let out a faint, girly moan as I sucked gently on his lower lip before we parted. His cheeks burned red at the sound of his own moan. “Did you do something else?”

“I made them a little bigger, but also more sensitive too,” I explained with a chuckle.

“I’ll get back at you for this,” he threatened playfully. Coming from his new voice it sounded less serious than even intended and I couldn’t help but laugh at him. He tried his hardest to look angry, but quickly broke down and joined in with my laughter. The fact that his laughter now came out sounding more like a giggle just kept us both in fits of mirth for longer.

We eventually got back to ourselves under control and I finished up my makeup while Connor got dressed. He didn’t even notice it himself, but as he was looking through the wardrobe to find a shirt, he was humming faintly and even these were clearly feminine. I let myself feel a surge of satisfied pride at coming up with such a good idea.

“Bye babe, I have to leave little earlier today. I love you lots. See you tonight,” he eventually called from downstairs as he went to leave. I couldn’t see him and the voice was so strange that I felt almost like it was a stranger speaking.

“Who’s that mysterious woman in my house telling me she loves me?”

“Ha ha,” he sarcastically replied, although it came out cuter than I imagine he intended.

“I love you too babe,” I replied more seriously, curiously noting I was able to reply despite the block. I wondered if the block would allow me to speak when someone expected a reply, rather than just when they had directly addressed me for one. Or perhaps his sarcastic remark was enough of an address. While I was wondering this, I heard the door shut. Noting the time, I got the last of my things together and left the house just minutes after Connor.

***

I stood in the men’s bathroom looking at my reflection. I didn’t look like a woman at first glance I thought, but with the slightly longer hair and the larger lips, there was perhaps the possibility I could be mistaken for one.

I reflected on that thought. I suppose if someone thought I was a woman they wouldn’t technically be mistaken at this stage. From a certain point of view, at least biologically, I could be called a woman quite accurately.

The door opened and a guy I didn’t recognise walked in. I broke out of my reverie and finished washing my hands and dried them off before heading back to my desk. Rebecca glanced up at me with a smile, which I returned, but I immediately put on a headset and tried to look busy as if I was listening to a call.

Since Hira had made the change to my voice in the morning, I’d done my best to avoid speaking. Since arriving a work I’d said only a handful of words, mostly one word replies to direct questions. No one had reacted to anything I’d said in a strange way; the awareness protection the Device offered seemed to be working as intended. However, it wasn’t so much other people’s, but my own reaction to my voice that I was worried about. Each time I heard myself speak it surprised me. I’d even noticed earlier that when I’d sighed it had some out distinctly feminine .

While this particular change wasn’t exactly the most dramatic I’d gone through (my mind wandered to my decreasing unfamiliar genitals), it had been something of a tipping point. Even losing my penis hadn’t actually really changed my perception of my gender dramatically, but with all the changes combined, I’d been wondering how much I still felt ‘male’.

Before I’d finally moved in with Hira, I’d lived with a friend called Em. When I’d first met Em they’d introduced themselves as Emma, but eventually they’d let us all know that they didn’t feel comfortable with that name, or with us using feminine pronouns for them. Em was usually one of the guests on our Thursday nights but hadn’t been available the previous night.

Due to Em I was very familiar with the idea that gender could be fluid and didn’t have to neatly fit into male or female. Until this week I’d never really examined that concept in relation to myself, but I was starting to wonder if perhaps I wasn’t quite as strictly ‘male’ as I’d assumed. Perhaps I was non-binary like Em, or even gender-fluid. My understanding of both terms was limited, but I resolved to do a little research.

I felt someone tapping my shoulder. With a small start I took off the headset and looked at who was trying to get my attention. An older man with short white hair and an old Star Wars t-shirt stood behind me. “Hi Philip,” I said instinctively, cringing slightly at the sound of my own voice. More quietly I continued, “how can I help?”

It turned out Philip didn’t need much help. He asked for some advice on a point of process, but quicky derailed our conversation on to the topic of the 1977 film Sorcerer. Despite myself I began to excitedly discuss the film with him and pointed out that an episode of the Mandalorian had seemed to be an homage to it, which he excitedly confirmed, then asked if I knew about The Wages of Fear, which Sorcerer was reportedly a remake of. I admitted my ignorance and Philip promised to bring in a DVD for me to watch.

As he wandered away, Rebecca shook her head but smiled. Philip was a massive film fanatic and when he’d heard I shared the interest he’d made it his mission to educate me with a comprehensive knowledge of film history. For my part, I enjoyed the conversations, although at times I did have to tell him to get back to work when then got too in depth.

I slipped the headset back on and only then realised that I made it through a full conversation with my new voice without difficulty. It wasn’t that I hadn’t noticed it, but rather that I’d overcome my discomfort in the face of wanting to contribute to the conversation. I finished listening to the call and making my notes before resolving to speak more after lunch, which happened to be imminent.

Rather than grabbing something from the in-office canteen I wandered over to a nearby food court in a shopping outlet. I enjoyed the short walk in the cool air, but made sure to button up my coat as I felt my nipples stiffen in reaction to the slightly chill.

I queued up at a small fast food restaurant specialising in fried chicken and waited patiently for my turn, already having decided on picking up a spicy wrap. Yet when I reached the front of the line, I hesitate before giving me order. “Can I…” I began quietly, but I noticed the cashier was struggling to hear me. I spoke up, “Can I get a spicy wrap please? On its own.” I watched his face for signs that he found my voice strange. He gave me a curious look, but nothing more and simply gave me the price and asked me to step aside while I waited.

After picking up my wrap I headed back to the office; eating as I went. I couldn’t tell if I’d gotten a curious look due to my voice, or due to the fact that I’d been looking at him so intently. If it was my voice, no one else in the line had reacted to me at all. I wondered if they all thought I was a woman, or if the Device simply made my voice seem unremarkable regardless of my appearance. Despite all our experiments with it, we still knew so little about how it worked. I resolved to experiment further with the awareness features specifically over the weekend.

A friend of mine worked in the same office as me, although in a different department. Simon was one of the people who normally came over on a Thursday night, but he’d had a birthday party to attend the night before. I decided to go speak to him briefly, as I knew he’d be on lunch around that time.

“Oh hey Connor,” he greeted me with a smile as I tapped his desk to get his attention. He was eating a homemade sandwich at his desk while browsing the internet. Even sitting down Simon seemed huge; he was by far the tallest of our friends, although not quite as tall as Matt had temporarily been the night before (although not far off). “How was last night? You said Matt was bringing around some board game?”

“Hi Simon,” I replied and involuntarily cringed. My voice sounded so high and the inflection only seemed to emphasise that. Simon didn’t react at all however, so I proceeded to give him a censored version of the previous nights events. I obviously left out any reference to the Device.

“Sounds good. Actually Rob is back this weekend, so I was thinking we could maybe pop around on Sunday to say hi?” Simon continued after the rest of our discussion about the previous night had come to an end. Rob was the last of our regular guests and, as of recently, Simon’s boyfriend. We’d known them both for a long time before they got together, but Rob had had a long term girlfriend until the previous year and only openly come out as bisexual about a month before he got together with Simon.

“Sure!” the enthusiasm in my own voice surprised me, but Simon didn’t react, “That will be really nice. I’ll just double check with Hira that we don’t have plans and confirm tonight if that’s cool?”

We chatted for a few more minutes, Simon giving me an update on what anime he had been watching recently. I listened politely, but I didn’t share his passion for the medium. He did insist on one particular new show however, so I promised to give it a watch. He was usually pretty good at identifying things I enjoyed so I typed the name onto a note on my phone.

The rest of my afternoon progressed smoothly. I tried to initiate a few conversations, but found myself constantly feeling uncomfortable when first speaking to someone. Once a discussion got going the discomfort faded, but it didn’t really every go away.

My mind was distracted from my strange challenge when a large issue landed on my desk related to a complaint that had been logged against a member of my team. I spent the rest of the day investigating calls and emails as I tried to get to the bottom of the issue. I didn’t leave the office until after six and by the time I was heading to my car I was dreaming of falling into bed.

I’d let Hira know I’d be late already, but as I was leaving I sent another text to tell her I was on my way home. Without checking for a reply I got into my car and set off. My journey wasn’t too long, especially with the reduction in traffic for leaving later, but I felt a sense of deep relief when I pulled up behind Hira’s car in my driveway.

***

I heard the door unlock and open. As a habit I locked the door even when inside, picked up from my eternally paranoid dad. Presuming it was Connor I continued cooking. With the mental block I was unable to call out without him speaking first regardless.

“Hi, I’m home,” called an unfamiliar woman’s voice. I stopped in my tracks for a moment, worried that an intruder had entered the house. I laughed quietly at myself when I remembered exactly what I’d done to Connor in the morning.

“Hey babe. I’m just in the kitchen,” I replied, “assuming that is my boyfriend and not some mysterious lady?” I heard footsteps approaching the kitchen and Connor stuck his head inside and stuck his tongue out at me. I wanted to tease him a little more, but the block prevented me saying any more. Connor had clearly intended this, and he smirked at my show of mild frustration.

After he went upstairs to change, he came back down and helped me making dinner. We managed to have a mostly normal conversation, although we neither of us really got used to his changed voice. There was enough back and forth that my mental block didn’t get in the way however. Connor assisted with some of the preparation, but mostly just cleaned up. I was making lamb biryani and we both had come to the conclusion long ago that for anything but the most simple tasks, Connor was more hindrance than help in cooking.

The food was finished in short order and we sat to eat, discussing our days as we did. Mine had been relatively calm and I’d gotten used to the mental block enough the day before to find it bearable, for the most part. Connor on the other hand explained how difficult he’d found it to speak to anyone and I felt a perverse amusement at the fact that he’d gotten somewhat of a taste of his own medicine. He also brought up his conversation with Simon.

“Matt, James and Marie already know about the Device. If Simon and Rob come over on Sunday should we tell them too? I suppose then we’d just have to find time to tell Penny and Em and the whole group would know.”

“I think it’s only fair. For Penny and Em they’ll be here next Thursday at least, so worst case we can tell them then,” I replied with little thought. I wouldn’t have mentioned it to Connor, but the only friend I was nervous about knowing was Matt, and that was only because he could be impulsive at times. Since Matt already knew, I saw no harm in letting our other close friends know.

“Alright. I’ll let him know they can both come over and ask him to make sure they’ve got a couple of hours free,” Connor replied and sent off a quick text. I noticed him trying to force his voice a little deeper, but it just sounded like a young woman trying to sound like a man (and failing). He’d already finished eating before me, but I noticed him fidgeting with his cutlery absentmindedly. “We didn’t actually discuss this, but are we keeping the changes over the weekend?”

I raised my eyebrows as I thought. “I’d assumed so. We said for the week, I thought that meant until Sunday night?”

Connor nodded in agreement. “Good,” he seemed to have some trouble concealing his emotions with his new voice, as I heard more excitement in his voice than I’m sure he intended, “I thought so too. I just wanted to check.” He was quiet for another moment, then continued, “I’ve actually got an idea for something else I’d like to try this weekend too.”

***

We’d agreed to try Connor’s idea the next morning. It actually sounded really interesting, but Connor had also made a really good point that it would help us understanding the way the Device worked better.

We were both pretty tired from our week at work so after eating we decided to take a bath. Unfortunately our bath was pretty small, something we intended to fix once we had the funds. However, Connor was not the only one to have good ideas. I’d come up with a cunning plan to let us be more comfortable in the bath and also to take it together.

I picked up the Device and spent a couple of minutes going through options. I made sure to spend extra time going through safety features for this particular change and this scenario, but once I was happy I gestured for Connor to stand beside me and set the change to execute.

My whole body tingled in a familiar way and I carefully placed the Device back on the desk before the changes fully kicked in. I’d experienced this same change yesterday, but it still felt disconcerting when the room seemed to start to grow around me. I looked over at Connor and saw him shrinking alongside me. He had a look of wonder on his face and was grinning looking at the room around him. I couldn’t help but smile along with him.

After just a few heartbeats the change was complete and both Connor and I stood at just under half our original size. We’d shrunk in all proportions rather than just height, which looked strange to my eyes. While we were the height of children, we were clearly adults. We looked each other up and down and laughed, which prompted more mirth when Connor’s laugh came out as the same giggle from the morning.

“We’d have to be careful with it, but in theory, we could make ourselves small enough to use the bath as a swimming pool,” Connor suggested after we had made our way to the rapidly filling bath. At our new size the lip of the bath was just higher than our hips, making getting in something of a challenge, although one we were certain we could overcome.

“That sounds fun, but we’d probably have to make sure only one of us did it at the time and the other stayed as a full-sized lifeguard,” I reasoned. I pulled up a small stood and stood on it so that I could reach over to turn off one of the taps without having to get into the water. Connor nodded in agreement and reached in to check the temperature.

“Feels about right,” he said, then began to strip off. I watched him for a moment, my eyes trailing down his torso as he first removed his t-shirt. His nipples were noticeably hard and I as he reached down for his bottoms I noticed the white cum-stain mark I’d left for him when I’d made some of the other changes. He gave me a look when he was fully naked and I was still dressed. I feigned reluctance but began to strip.

Content to see I was getting ready to join him, Connor clambered surprisingly gracefully into the water. As he submerged himself I heard a content sigh. It sounded extremely feminine. At his reduce size, with his hairless body and, not least, the pussy between his legs, Connor seemed more feminine than masculine. I felt a slight pang of guilt as I wondered if I’d been intentionally emasculating him over the week. More shamefully I also felt a pang of arousal at the thought.

Less gracefully than my boyfriend it may have been, but I did manage to make my way into the tub after getting fully stripped. I’d been right about having more room. While even at our reduced size the tub was too narrow for us to be side by side, there was more than enough room for us to comfortably share the space otherwise. I leant back gently, then caught myself before dunking completely under the water. We were actually small enough that we could feasibly completely submerge ourselves if we wished, or in my case if we were incautious.

A faint floral smell wafted from the water which had beautiful colourful patterns swirling in it. I’d put a bath bomb in shortly before we had entered. The heat, the smell and the feeling of Connor next to me seemed to rob my body of all my exhaustion built over the week. I turned to tell Connor I loved him, but the mental block wouldn’t allow it. Rather than admit defeat, I simply kissed him insistently. A feminine moan that sounded almost like a parody escaped his enlarged, sensitive lips, but he didn’t seem to notice and returned the kiss with equal passion.

I got hard. Connor noticed and I felt his hands reach down my stomach towards my cock. I could see a flush across his cheeks, from the heat or arousal I couldn’t say, and leaned back into him to encourage his exploration. A gentle hand reached my crotch and teased around the base of my penis, stroking the smooth flesh. Each movement edged closer and I began to gasp and I wanted to beg him to touch it, but I couldn’t speak. To grab it and hold it and stroke it and suck it and fuck it and…

I moaned as his other hand pinched my nipple, catching me off guard. I shot him a look, but he gave me that infuriating smug smile and then his hand was on my cock. He didn’t just held it for a moment, while his other hand teased around my nipple, refusing to touch it again, even though I was pushing my chest insistently into his grasp.

He began to pump my cock slowly and my attention focused like a laser. I could feel his finger on my nipple, but it was a side-attraction. I needed him to keep stroking my cock. I needed him. I needed to fuck him.

I twisted in bath out of his grip. He had that smug grin, but as I leaned in kissed him on his sensitive lips that grin was disappeared and he moaned out in pleasure. He’d told me before that one of the reasons he loved teasing me so much as hearing the moans, gasps and panting I made. I understood now that I heard his girlish moans as my fingers found their way to his own nipples, mimicking his recent assault.

I slipped and fell on top of him and we both dunked under the water with splash that certainly soaked the bathroom. We both struggled our way out of the water gasping for air. We shared a look. I began to chuckle and Connor giggled uncontrollably. We agreed to finish postpone until we were out of the bath.

Connor finished up first, leaving just a few minutes after our little dunk. He found getting out easier than getting in, although he was careful not to slip on the wet tiles. He dried off and then disappeared to grab some spare towel to help soak up the water splashed on the floor. He returned a moment later however to announce that the cupboard with the towels was too high up for him to reach, which prompted another fit of chuckles from me. Connor joined in and we were both once more caught off guard by his cute giggles.

Eventually I left the bath myself and dried off. We undid the shrinking and cleaned up the bathroom, all without getting dressed. My arousal had subsided after getting worked up in the bath, but watching Connor’s nude, hairless form as he bent down to mop up some of the standing water began to reignite the spark. I felt that ever since been given a penis I reached a peak of sexual excitement more quickly, although I wasn’t sure if that was the case or just that there was a more obvious physiological reaction now.

Connor got onto his knees to reach around the side of the tub and without thinking I stepped up right behind him. Sensing me he twisted. “Do you need somethi…” he began, but stopped when he was met with my erect dick right in his face. He looked shocked for a moment, but then smiled. “Oh? Clearly you do need something,” he almost purred, taking full advantage of his altered voice to radiate pure sexiness. I didn’t realise I could get even harder, but somehow it appeared I could and Connor’s familiar smug smile proved he’d noticed.

He kissed my upper thigh gently and let his lips linger against the skin for a heartbeat, before kissing again, this time a few millimetres closer to my groin. I shuddered in a mixture of pleasure and anticipation. My left hand began to caress my breast, while my right hand gently gripped his hair. He flinched slightly, but then relaxed and returned to his agonising, teasing advance. I wanted to beg him to hurry up, but the mental block prevented me. I moaned out in frustration and tightened my grip on his hair, which I’d made longer just the other day. He didn’t react and kept up his slow pace.

His tongue licked up the length of my cock and I jerked and moaned in pleasure. A few more teasing licks and kisses across the shaft almost brought me to my limit of patience, but Connor eventually relented and wrapped his enlarged around the head of my cock. We both moaned in pleasure at the same moment. I looked down at him and he seemed surprised, having forgotten about the increased sensitivity of his lips. He looked back at me and I saw a twinkle in his eye as he let his tongue explore and tease my glans. My right fist clenched tightly in his hair while my left hand finally began to play with my nipple. A long, lusty moan echoed from my throat.

Taking my response as encouragement, Connor began to bob his head forward and take more of my cock into his mouth. Each time he bobbed back and forth he took more of my length, until he had almost the whole thing engulfed. My cock wasn’t big, smaller than what Connor normally had, but even so he couldn’t quite get to the base. I didn’t care, the sensation was intense and hearing Connor unconsciously moan in feminine sounding pleasure excited me even more.

At some point I’d closed my eyes and thrown my head back. More intense moans from Connor prompted me to open my eyes and look down. The sight that greeted me almost made me cum instantly. My boyfriend knelt on his knees before me with his lips wrapped around my cock, his eyes closed as he moaned in pleasure. One of his hands was massaging his nipple, while his other rubbed desperately at his clit. His arousal was obvious from the wetness of the fingers between his legs.

My hand that gripped his hair tightened and I pulled gently back. He opened his eyes and looked up at me, pausing his bobbing. He looked questioningly at me and I simply took a slow step back to release my cock from his mouth. Connor cocked his head, now released from my grip, and I gestured for him to stand. A sliver of understanding crossed his face and he stood. He stepped up to me and we kissed passionately, but I broke it off after a moment and gestured towards the wall. He hesitated a moment, but walked over.

“Now what?” he asked, a hint of nervousness seemed to sneak in, although how much that an illusion of his altered voice and how much was real was difficult to say. I could have replied, he had addressed me directly, but instead I simply smiled span my finger in the air. His eyebrows raised up, but after a moment he turned around to face the wall.

The warmth of my body pushed against his back and he gasped. I pushed his torso forward so that he was bent over, his hands on the wall. He turned his head to look at me. The surprise on his face was evident, but he continued to comply. My penis was pushed between his butt cheeks and touched the base of his back, but a quick adjustment moved it lower, until it pressed insistently against the wetness between his legs. He moaned and turned back towards the wall, pushing his hips back against me.

No further invitation was required. Using my hand for surer aim, I lined up my cock with the entrance of his vagina. His wetness, combined with the saliva that coated my penis let me slide in without resistance. The warmth hit me first and again two feminine moans echoed out in the bathroom in unison. His back arched and his head bent back as he desperately tried to push his hips back further, to get just a little more of my length inside him.

I soaked in the sight and understood in an instant why some people found fucking from behind so exciting. I felt so dominant in the position. I began to thrust. Connor started to moan and cry out. The high pitched sounds drove me wild and my movements intensified. His legs seemed to shake and I could see he was struggling to keep up. It didn’t matter to me, I was already close. My hands gripped tightly to Connor’s hips and I used all the leverage I could to push all my length into him in one, strong thrust. “Oh fuuuucckkk!” he screamed out. His vagina pulsed and contracted about my cock as he orgasmed. The sensation was too much and I felt my cock twitch. I began to pull out, but his hand reached back to hold my wrist. He twisted his head to look over his shoulder at me, his eyes cloudy and his skin flushed with arousal. “Inside,” he said.

I came harder than anytime that week.

***