Note: Gay/Trans themes
ONE
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.”
