Becoming Ben's (part 2)
When a gender dysphoric man tries his best to be a man, including military service, perhaps it is time to be the girl he was meant to be. I hope you enjoy this work of fiction!
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He looked at his load all over me and smiled. He reached to me and scooped up some of his cum on his finger and put it to my mouth, saying, "here, have a taste."
I opened my mouth to say, "no", but in went his finger and I was tasting his seed.
I probably had a bad look on my face, and Ben said, "tastes pretty strong, huh?"
"Sure does!" I said, "I've never done anything like this before – I'm not a faggot!"
"It's ok," Ben said, "it's just between us – why don't you go into the bathroom and clean up?"
I went into the bathroom to clean up. The sight of all Ben's cum on me was very arousing, and I felt like jacking off, but decided against it. I took a wash cloth and wet it, about to wipe his cum off me. For some reason I stopped. I took a finger and scooped up some and put it in my mouth. It was strong tasting, but not really bad. I repeated this several more times and soon I found that I had eaten all of Ben's load. I wiped myself off and returned to the deck, still fully erect.
"I'm really sorry I made a mess on you," Ben said.
"It's ok," I said, "I should have been more careful."
"I really liked what you did for me," Ben confessed, "if you would be willing to do more I would really appreciate it."
"I'm not that way," I said, "I'm not sure what got into me."
"Don't worry about it," Ben said, "it's just between us."
"It looks like you really need to cum as well," he continued.
I felt I was blushing, which must have been evident to Ben, who said, "why don't you kneel back here and take care of that?"
My head was spinning with a combination of wonder and arousal – I was definitely not thinking coherently as I knelt between his knees again, looking at his limp, but still huge cock as I stroked my little dick. I found my head leaning toward his dick, feeling the desire to kiss it. I felt my climax approaching and shot my hot load into my other hand. Seeing Ben's cock just inches from my mouth I straightened up, once again embarrassed.
Ben smiled at me and said, "now that's much better – it's not good to have all that tension without relief."
I stood up, with my one hand cupped, filled with my cum, feeling embarrassed to show what I had done.
"I better go clean up." I said, going back in.
I got to the bathroom, ready to wash the cum from my hand, but found that my revulsion had left me, and I was beginning to feel good about what happened. I brought my hand to my mouth and licked my cum up, and then washed my hands. In the mirror I saw Ben standing in the hall, waiting to use the bathroom. I hoped he had not seen me eat my cum. I felt so ashamed and realized that I just couldn't stay here for long.
After that I really felt exposed being naked. It was arousing before but now I just felt ashamed about how I had acted.
I told Ben that I was tired and wanted to get some sleep. I took a shower, as if I felt it would wash the shame away, and went to bed. I lay there awhile, thinking about the evening and found myself feeling strangely good about it.
I heard a gentle knock on my door, and Ben said, "may I come in?". I said yes and he entered, and sat on the edge of the bed. "It seems like something is bothering you," he said, "anything you would like to talk about?"
"I don't feel like talking about it," I said. As Ben got up I saw that the look on his face almost looked like I had said something nasty to him, so I added, "but please stay here with me for a bit."
Ben sat back down, smiling at me. "Perhaps your emotions are running a bit wild on you, and you are having difficulty making sense of them," he said.
"That may be it," I said, "I just don't know what to think."
"I'm sorry if I pushed you into doing things you now regret," he said, "you do have some regrets, don't you?"
"They feel like regrets, but I'm not entirely sure," I said.
"I like your cock," I said, "and I don't think I really should, but I can't help my feelings. I've always been straight, but now I'm thinking that I may be a faggot."
"Those are distinctions that carry generations of prejudice," said Ben, "and just what is so wrong about liking my cock? I sure like it!"
"If I were a girl then it might be different," I said, "but I'm a guy, and feeling kind of ashamed about what I did."
"Perhaps you have a fem side that is trying to express itself." Ben said.
"What do you mean by my fem side?" I asked.
"Everyone is a blend of masculine and feminine – most are dominant in one direction, but some have significant parts of both," Ben explained.
"That sounds like a crock!" I shot back.
"Well, if you ever want to explore your fem side," Ben responded, "let me know."
Ben got up to leave, but suddenly bent over me and kissed me on the lips.
I would have stopped him but he caught me by surprise, and it was over before I could say anything. Ben left and closed the door. I rolled over to sleep, but found I could not.
I lay there thinking about my "fem side". While it sounded farfetched, perhaps there may be something to it. My cock was very small and I wasn't as tall and beefy as most men – in a way I was sort of feminine. Then I thought about that kiss. Ben really surprised me, and if I had seen it coming I would have stopped it. But now, as I think about it, I kind of liked it, and if he did it again I think I might welcome it.
Finally I fell asleep, but did not sleep soundly. I awoke at 2am and could not get back to sleep, thinking about Ben. I got up and quietly walked to Ben's room. I approached him and touched his shoulder, and said, "Ben?"
Ben awoke and asked if something was wrong. I said, "I think I would like to explore my fem side."
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