Hermorphadite, anal, oral, M/M
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Shemale Surprise
By
Wolf
I was a shy boy, named Jacob, as a result I did have sex until I was eighteen-years-old. Growing up as an only child of strict southern fundamentalist parents meant that I was severely punished when they caught me masturbating. Shame stayed with me all of the time because I couldn't stop playing with myself. I felt like there was something wrong with me.
We lived in a rural area, so there were no children my age to play with. At school I was too embarrassed to talk to girls. Even if there was a girl that was interested in me I didn't recognize the signals.
Hiking allowed me to get away from my parents so that I could masturbate in the woods. Lifting dead weights developed my upper body. I developed a 48-inch chest, 20- inch bisects, 34-inch waist, 44-inch ass, 26-thighs, on a five- foot 11-inch frame.
Upon graduating from high school I convinced my parents that I wanted to go to college in another State because I wanted to get away from my parents. I was told that if I wanted to go to college I had to do it on my own. They were not going to play for my college.
I applied to a University 2,000 miles from home and was accepted. I worked hard all summer to save up as much as possible. I had to live as cheaply as possible. I lived in a cheap apartment in a rough neighborhood, commute by public transportation. I found a job that would allow me to take time off for classes.
It was a warehouse job that required stacking 52 pound empty steel barrels after they were painting. My build was the reason I was hired. There was another guy working with me in the barrel house.
He was an intimidating guy when I first met him. His name was Donald. He had a build every bit as strong as mine, but his arms, chest and back was covered with tattoos. His head was shaved and he sported a dark mustache with a goatee and always looked like he had a three day beard. But working with him I found that he was a nice guy. We developed a pretty good friendship. He encouraged me to stay in school.
During lunch-brakes we found that we shared the interest in weight lifting and the outdoors. . He seemed to be as shy as me, because we never allowed the other to see us use the bathroom facilities. That would change after the first academic year.
The university was on a quarter-system so after the spring quarter there was a week break before the summer quarter. Don invited me to go backpacking in the mountains with him. Getting away for a few days was just what I needed, so I accepted.
I was an experienced hiker, so I packed my backpack for a three day outing. The weather was balmy, so tents wouldn't be needed. I simply packed a plastic tarp to sleep to use as a ground cloth, or make a shelter if it rained. I pack as lightly as possible. My down sleeping bag weighs only 1.5 pounds.
Don picked me up at my apartment in an old Ford pickup and I tossed my pack in the back with his. He was wearing shorts, so I saw the tattoos on his legs for the first time.
It was a four hour drive to the parking lot at the head of the trail. We locked up the truck and saddled up for the hike up the trail. We were in no rush, so we took our time hiking up the trail, stopping to drink water and enjoy the sound of birds and the sound of woodpeckers hammering holes in trees.
It is unbelievable how loud the sound of a woodpecker carries in the woods. It sounds like someone is chopping down a tree with an ax.
The air is desiccated and my nostrils were dry and filled with the smell of cider and pine trees. The trail made a lot of switched backs and came close to a stream with cold running water, so refilling our water bottles was no problem.
When we met other hikers coming down the trail we exchanged pleasantries. Don knew the trail, so when he chose to take a fork in the trail that led to another peak I simply followed. This trail was rougher and we didn't meet any hikers. When we reached a small valley with a small lake he told me that we would camp there tonight after we reach the peak.
It took another couple of hours to reach the peak. We were well above the tree line and had a 360 view of the forest below. There was a 50 caliber ammunition can chained to the peak with lined book and pencil in it. We signed the book and dated it. We sat on the rocks ate our lunch and enjoyed the view. At that altitude it got uncomfortable cold as soon as our bodies cooled off. We pulled out windbreakers to keep warm.
Eventually we started back down the trail. When we reached the small lake we went around the lake to get as far away from the trail as possible. We simply laid our ground clothes on a relatively flat area, and unrolled our sleeping bags to air out and allow the down fathers to fluff up. We stuffed our puffy jackets into our sleeping bag stuff sacks to use as pillows.
We broke out our backpacking stoves. I went to the stream feeding the lake to fill collapsible bottles with water. Don and I worked well as a team. We had dehydrated food packages and some items to make the food go farther and add taste. We made backrests out of sticks like American Indians made. Three legged tripod with sticks bound together and hung over the tripod. We ate our fill because the hike had worked up a good apatite.
When nature called we went off into the rocks far enough to do our business so that our waist would not leach into the lake. We were enjoying each other's company, but Don finally said, "Jacob I have something to confess to you, and I hope we can remain friends after I tell you."
I wondered what he could tell me that might affect our friendship.
Don said, "I am a hermorphadite!"
I was so niece I didn't know what he was talking about. For all I knew he was talking about an ethnic group.
He knew that I didn't understand what he was talking about. "When I was born they listed my sex as female because I had a vagina, and my parents named me Donna. When I reach puberty everything changed. I changed into a boy. I was picked on by bullies until I got into weightlifting and martial-arts. Now everything about me in male except for my sex organ, I don't have a penis. I have a vagina and clitoris like a woman!"
I still didn't completely understand what he was talking about.
Don asked, "Do you want to see?"
I was puzzled, but curious, "Sure."
Don leaned forward to pull his T-shirt over his head. I had seen is arms and before, but now I saw the designs on his chest and lower abdomen.
There were swirling line circling his man tits and there was something like a crest or coat-of-arms on his ripped belly disappearing into his hiking shorts. His back was covered in a colorful dragon with wings spread from shoulder to shoulder. I was mesmerized by the tattoos on his body.
The next thing he removed his boots and sock before standing up to remove his hiking shorts and underwear. As the underwear came down I saw the bottom of that coat-of- arms just above his pubic hair. When he stepped out of shorts and underwear he spread his muscular legs so that I could see what his crotch looked like.
I was speechless there was no penis or scrotum. I couldn't believe that he had been born that way. They must have been cut off.
Don placed his first two fingers on either side of the mound and pressed when it opened I saw the ridge ending in a clitoris like a little dick, and there were another set of flabby lips and I saw the pink opening of my first vagina along with the opening of his urethra. He used his index finger to stimulate the clit kind 'a like I do when I masturbate. He told me that I could touch it if I wanted to.
I had seen pictures of naked women before, so I knew what a pussy looked like, and his pussy looked just like the ones in pictures. I reached out and touched the warm slimy flesh. That ridge leading to the clit felt like stiff rubber covered with a layer of moist slippery skin. His clit seemed to get harder and even larger. It actually stuck out like a penis.
Don said, "Would you like to fuck me?"
"I have never fucked anyone before."
Don's face light up "You're a virgin, I have never taken someone's cherry before!"
The idea of getting to fuck someone gave me a hard-on right away. Don saw the bulge in my hiking shorts, and he smiled as he reached out and stroked the front of my shorts. I was immobile, so Dom started removing my shorts.
At least I managed to pull my own T-shirt off while Don pulled my shorts and underwear down. I stepped out of them with my boots and socks still on. Other than that we were both naked. We lay on his sleeping bag.
I had no idea how to go about this, so Don started hugging and kissing me. It was strange kissing a guy with a mustache and goatee, particularly when he started sticking his tongue into my mouth. While we were kissing he ran his hand down my body and started masturbating me like I had always done. It was so much more exciting having someone else masturbating me. It was the same thing that my parents had punished me for doing was so wickedly sexy and wrong at the same time. I had a ragging boner. It felt like it was hard enough that someone could hang from it. It felt so much better than it did when I masturbated myself.
Don moved down my body and took my cock into his mouth and sucked on me. If anything my cock got even harder. The strange thing was that as much as I was enjoying the blowjob I couldn't cum.
After Don had sucked me long enough to make his throat raw he lifted his head and announced, "I'm going to fuck myself on your cock the first time Jacob!"
He stood up and straddled my hips facing me. When he squatted down he reached between his legs to take hold of my dick and guide it to his cunt. He settled down on me until his flesh was pressing against my pubic bone. Then he started lifting his body up and down. He was actually fucking himself on my dick.
I still couldn't cum, until Don pinched my nipples and twisted them in opposite directions. At that moment I felt like my cock exploded. I was no longer a virgin.
Don managed to maneuver his body around without my cock pulling out of his cunt so that he was lying on top of me, and started kissing me again. When he realized that my cock was not going soft he rolled us over so that I was on top.
I didn't have to be told how to pump my hips up and down. I fucked him for what seemed like a long time. By the time I had my second orgasm we were watching each other by moonlight. We didn't want it to end so we put his bag on top of mine and we got into his bag together after I removed my boots and socks.
We had the lake to ourselves all weekend. We took full advantage of it. Don sucked me off several times, and I sucked his pussy and tongued my cum out of his cunt. He even rolled me over and licked and stuck his tongue into my asshole. That even made my cock hard right after cumming in his mouth. That evening Don had me fuck him in the asshole as well as his pussy. I even tongue fucked his asshole after I shot my load in his ass.
We spent so much time fucking that we had a ravenous appetite. When we weren't fucking we were eating. It was a good thing we brought more food than me needed because we ate a week's ration of food in two days.
When we packed up to come out, I was so tired that I felt like my knees were going to buckle at any moment. Don invited me to move into his apartment. I was one happy boy. I was getting sucked nightly and had my chose of pussy or ass to fuck as well.
Anyone seeing Donald would never suspect that he was anything more than one hell of a good looking man with the body as good as any Mr. Universe. To prevent anyone noticing the lack of a bulge in his pants he wore a jock strap filled with a rolled of a pair of socks.
We did get teased about being gay, but I didn't care.
After school I eventually moved on, but never found another guy like Donald.
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