Note: Gay/Trans themes
I had been sitting by myself in the town library, attempting to read some comics in peace and forget about my blue balls, when another man pulled out a chair and sat on the other end of my small table. I blinked and looked up. He was tall, lean, and had short blond hair and intense blue eyes. I had never seen him before.
“Hey, Mark,” he said. There was a soft, but compelling quality to his voice. It was hard to describe. Crazily, my cock, which I had finally managed to get under control after focusing on superheroes punching each other, started to swell a bit. I could only assume it was a glimmer of some accidental command of arousal from one of the women in the shop, and not because I found something attractive about this young man I had never met. I wasn’t gay, after all. Still, he was a bit on the very handsome side, I had to admit.
“Um… hi…?” I said. I really hadn’t wanted to be bothered today. I’d spent fifty hours a week for the past month working my dead-end retail job, where I kept getting zapped with little cock tease spells by female customers and co-workers, then having to do chores at home for my mom (who still wasn’t allowing me to jerk off to relieve the tension, saying it would “motivate me to move back out sooner”). I had hoped that coming to a place where people normally kept themselves under control for a little bit of peace and quiet in town, I could manage to go most of a day without getting pestered by any one and just center myself.
No such luck. The man sat there, an amused smile on his face. I waited for him to continue, but he seemed to expect me to say more. “Um… sorry, I was reading…”
“Ha!” the man chuckled quietly. “Oh, yeah. I almost forgot.” He motioned over himself as if that was supposed to clue me into something. He leaned forward. “I know it doesn’t look like it, but it’s me, Mark. I’m Wendy.”