So we went to a car dealership to fund our money to buy ourselves a car in Randy’s name, albeit the name is in the name of Ray Wernes (Randy
told the dealer that Ray is his given name, and that Randy is his nickname….don’t ask).
We bought a car where we could get the windows tinted, so that they can’t see us. It was in this car that I thought it to be a good idea to do
something with Randy.
I asked him, “Randy, have you practiced peeing standing up?”
Randy said to me in his pleasant tenor of a voice as he kissed my cheek, “Of course, honey. It’s just in my nature, darling.”
I asked him, “Is it okay, if I find you more attractive as a man, than what you were before?”
Randy said to me, lovingly “Of course, Josh. As long as you wear a condom, and tell me that I’m your best friend, and sometimes you’re
boyfriend, it’s all good. Thank you, for letting me becoming man I am today. Thank you.”
He kissed me fully on the lips, as I unzipped his pants. I sucked his penis off, while he’s jerking underneath, reaching for his moist clit
underneath his packer. I stare at his face, as he looks like a young man, with a fine goatee on, and kiss it to make his lips wet.
I tear off his shirt to look at his bound chest, and ace bandages, cup his breasts. I unwrap them to kiss and suck on his soft, tender nipples.
Randy then fucks me in the ass with his penis, six inches of his juicy, male penis (and it’s a prosthetic one). I yell in ecstasy, while I grab my
dick, and splooge inside my condom. I then rub his clitoris, as I dream about fucking him in his feminine vagina that’s underneath his
strapped on, penis packer, about getting him on top of my penis, facing towards me, and loosening his hair to become a woman that I secretly
long him to be, and partially a man with a dark brown goatee still on. And he's waiting, just longing for his beautiful, soft bubble butt of an ass
to be fucked by my long, hard dick of mine.
But I stare at his face, his beautiful, apprehensive face, after he fucks me. He's just so innocent and nice, and I like it better when he's being
the assertive male between us. It makes us feel good together, and that I don't take advantage of him.
He says to me while pointing to his reddening, moist vagina below his penis, “Please lick my balls, sir. I’d like it very much, sir.”
Gently, I lick…um, his “balls,” as he calls it, much to his pleasure. His eyes are rolling in the back of his head, as he moans with pleasure while
he grabs his breasts.
He yells in his deep, but seemingly still a bit effeminate voice, “I love it when you suck my balls, Josh!”
Then, he cums lightly through his (prosthetic) penis, and I hug him, while stare at his beautiful chest, while I help bind his chest, and get his
clothes back together again.
He says to me as he hugs me, "You know, someday, I'll have a wife, right? I'll have to date some women, and get top and bottom surgery. That
will mean a lot to me, one day. But I like having you as my best friend, Josh. Thanks for this."
I say to him as I peck him lightly on the lips, "Thank you, Randy, for letting me stay with you, and for letting us become best friends."
We hold and hug each other in the backseat of our car, with the windows tinted so that nobody sees us, before we get up to drive our car.
Happy with letting him fuck my ass, I proceed to let him drive our car, as I hook up the GPS to call Tommy while using Randy’s new phone.