Becoming the New Me Ch. 01

He moved to his trolley and was about to push it away when I stopped him for some reason. I wanted to find out more...

"Look, I know it's none of your business, but umm, yeah, I did shave because I liked it," I said, feeling brave for some reason, "So actually you've made me aware that others might notice too so I guess I'll have to expect comments."

"Well, your legs do look good - they're slim and almost ladylike to be honest," he said, now resting against his trolley, "I guess that when I saw you I just wondered, that's all..."

"Wondered what?" I asked, a frown creasing my brow.

"You won't get all nasty if I tell you?" he asked and I shook my head, so he continued, his voice quieter now.

"Well, like I said, it's just that most guys I've met who shave are ummm, like feminine - you know - into dressing up and stuff," he said, his hands held up towards me with his palms open, "And it's just that I'm like that too."

"Oh God," I moaned, feeling my face redden, my mind hearing only his description of me, "Hadn't thought it was that obvious."

"It's not THAT obvious," the guy replied, "But I guess I watch for those things. Hey, when we've finished shopping, would you fancy a coffee and a chat?"

His words obviously were designed to calm the situation and they worked and I found myself nodding and saying "ok" to his suggestion, my heart pounding as I agreed.

And perhaps half an hour later we were sitting at an outdoor table of the supermarket café with our coffees...

Neither of us seemed to know where to start until he spoke.

"Hey look, I'm Joe," he said, "So who are you."

"I'm called Brian," I said, "What else can I tell you - I'm twenty-five - I'm single now - I'm an IT trainer...ummm, what else?"

"A fairly normal guy then," replied Joe, "Apart from the fact that you shave."

I nodded, my head moving mere millimetres, my cheeks glowing again.

"Don't worry Brian, you're not alone - like I told you, I do too!" he said and I felt my mouth fall open once more.

"Waaah - seriously? I thought perhaps you were joking," I managed to say and Joe answered with a huge smile and a big nod.

He leaned closer until our heads were just a foot or so apart.

"And I shave my bollocks and my ass too - and my chest, so there!" he said, conspiratorially, "Bet you don't go that far!"

"No, no, just my legs," I replied bravely, "But why - that's not just for swimming?"

"No it's not, not particularly - I just enjoy it, enjoy feeling all smooth," he said.

He glanced around to see if anyone could overhear us but we were almost on our own.

"It's so sexy! Makes me so hard too!" he continued.

"Oh what?" I managed to say, realising as I spoke that my own penis was filling out, "Oh fuck!"

Joe chuckled as he saw my discomfort, then put his hand on my arm as it rested on the table.

"Nice, isn't it?" he said, "So bloody sexy."

There was no denying that just our conversation was having an effect on me and on him apparently but I wasn't at all sure which way to let things go, or even if we should continue talking but Joe wasn't as fazed as I was...and his next words opened another can of worms.

"You don't happen to wear women's underwear, do you?" he said with a big wink, "I do!"

I was speechless and Joe seemed to know why.

"You do too, don't you?" he exclaimed, "I've got some bloody lovely silk knickers on - they're so sleek and smooth and so sexy!"

I found myself nodding, almost unintentionally as he spoke, a small smile playing over my lips as my thoughts centred on my own panty-clad ass.

"Ooooh Joe, I'm scared," I hissed, "It's sort of private, just me - I've never talked about it before."

"Calm down Brian," Joe replied, his hand moving softly on my arm, "This won't go anywhere - just us, so come on, where do you get yours from?"

"My wife left them behind," I said, my words hard to say, "They're nice..."

"Bloody right they are!" enthused Joe, "Same here mate - mine were my wife's too, well, to start with anyway."

With that he grasped my hand and held it, squeezing me firmly, his hand warm and friendly and even comforting and I found myself squeezing his hand in return before I pulled us apart. A handshake between friends was fine - holding hands was not though!

"Tell you what," said Joe, "Come back to my place - come and see what I've got."

And somehow I nodded my agreement; somehow he'd broken my resistance and my fright and somehow I actually wanted to see - to find out more.

Quickly he handed me a card on which were his details, the business card advertising the fact that he was self-employed as an interior designer.

Minutes later we were both driving out of the car park with my promise that I'd be at his place about an hour later. My mind was spinning though although I managed to pull myself together just before I shot a red light, thank heavens.

At home I unloaded my groceries and checked myself over - I was fine. My face was clean shaven; I debated over putting a pair of my own underpants on instead, then turned the idea down. I put on another clean t-shirt and sprayed myself with deodorant, cleaned my teeth and brushed my hair.

"You're not going on a fuckin' date!" I muttered as I preened myself, "Calm down!"

And then, less than a quarter of an hour later and I was at his gate, pausing briefly before I drove into his driveway to up to his house.

"Hmmmm, nice," I said as I looked at the place, a substantial detached property, "Oh well, here goes!"

I was about to ring the bell when the door opened and Joe welcomed me and ushered me inside, quickly guiding me to the lounge and to the settee.

"Make yourself at home," he said, "Drink?"

"Love to," I said, "Lager or vodka - don't mind which."

"Lager then, we could do with cooling down, couldn't we!" he replied with a chuckle as he disappeared, soon to return with two chilled cans.

"Cheers mate," he said as he popped the tab and drank deeply, "That's better."

"Needed that," I answered as I too drank deeply, "So, what do we talk about?"

"Undies of course!" said Joe instantly, "No sense in beating about the bush, is there?"

I laughed at his infectious approach, immediately becoming aware that we were both sitting there wearing women's clothes.

"Amazing isn't it," I said, still laughing, "Two guys together and all we want to talk about is underwear!"

"But it's not just the female clothes, is it?" Joe said, "It's the whole thing, the feelings, the sexiness, the pleasure..."

"Mmmmmm," I answered, feeling my penis stirring inside its tight prison, "Definitely is..."

"Ok," said Joe, somewhat more business-like now, "Let's get down to the facts - what exactly are you wearing - come on, tell me."

"Just panties and the ones I've got on are cotton I think," I said, "Like I said, my wife left them behind when she left me; I haven't tried anything else."

"Ooooh Brian, you don't know what you're missing," said Joe, "Mine are silk - they're absolutely delicious!"

"Oooh don't I know it," I answered, "I was wearing a pair of silk ones the other day."

He sucked in a sudden dribble of saliva then smiled broadly.

"Come and try some of mine - got loads of pairs - they'll fit you too," he said, quickly standing up.

He reached for my hand and I let him pull me up off the settee and then up the stairs and into a bedroom.

My heart was absolutely pounding now, I was scared stiff at this turn of events...and yet I'd let myself be brought here and inside me I desperately wanted to explore further.

Joe turned towards me and quickly scanned me.

"Yeah you'll do - we're very similar size, now let's see if I can find some for you," he said, "Get your shorts off Brian."

If my heart had been pounding before, now it was absolutely tap-dancing in my chest as I realised the enormity of the situation that I'd let myself get into - that and the fact that I also realised that I'd have to take off my panties as well and become naked in the private presence of another man!

"Oooooh fuck!" I muttered and breathed deeply to calm myself, "Oh well, here goes."

The fact that Joe had his back to me while he rummaged in a drawer as I undressed helped and in a few moments I stood there, naked from the waist down, my heart in my mouth. Sure, I wasn't erect; in fact my cock seemed to have gone into hiding!

And then Joe stood up and turned around and saw me.

"Phew - look at you!" he exclaimed excitedly, as he dropped the knickers he'd brought out onto the bed, "Aren't you bloody lovely - and you're so calm."

"Calm - you're joking!" I replied, my whole body shivering with fright, "I'm scared bloody stiff."

"You're not stiff but I bloody am!" Joe replied, "Oh Brian, you're incredible!"

"No way," I said, shaking my head, "I should know."

"You fuckin' turn me on big time," answered Joe, his eyes locked on my groin, "Look - see what you've done!"

His hands moved to stretch the material over his shorts although it was already well and truly strained and there before me was the outline of his obviously very considerable penis as it extended over his thigh. Instantly I felt a thrilling spasm pass from my brain to my groin and an answering throb from my cock.

This turn of events was entirely out of my sphere of experience and I was lost in the moment but Joe had no such concern and as he gazed at me he undid and lowered his own shorts.

Then he lifted his t-shirt over his head and just stood there, his whole body as smooth as any woman and somehow just as sexy. His soft blue silk panties were stretched enormously by his big penis as he posed before me and all I could do was to stand there and stare. Eventually he broke my concentration.

"Well, what do you think?" he asked, "Do I look hot and sexy or what?"

"Errr yeah, I guess," I answered, not entirely sure what to say, "Love your panties and your ummm, thing."

"Cock Brian, cock," he said, "It's my cock and you've made it all hard, you and your lovely legs."

He stepped towards me, one hand rubbing slowly over his bulging penis, the other hand stretched out towards me.

"Do you want to feel them?" he asked, "Come on, just feel the how silky they are, they're so sexy."

His hand had grasped mine and somehow I was putty in his care, somehow he succeeded in placing my hand on his knickers, right over his bulge, his own hand guiding me, pressing my fingers onto the silk and against his penis.

"Feel how hard they make me," he breathed, ""I just can't help it - ooooohhhh yesss!"

The last sounds he made were hisses as my hand squeezed his penis. It was hot and so hard - I couldn't help but slide my fingers over him. The silk made his flesh so smooth and slippery and as my fingers found his knob Joe shuddered all over and started to pant quickly.

"Ohhhh fuck Brian, lovely, that's lovely," he moaned, "Oh God, it's been ages, simply ages..."

"Since what?" I asked, my fingers still caressing his penis but now without his help.

"Since anyone did that, since anyone touched me," he breathed, "Ooooh Brian, I love it!"

"Ah - what!" I suddenly exclaimed as I realised what I was doing, "Fuckin hell!"

I'd been stroking another man's penis, his hard excited penis - for the first time ever!

I stepped back quickly as the truth sank in, then I jerked awake properly as I heard Joe chuckling.

"Come on, be honest, you enjoyed that, didn't you?" he asked, "Look at you - you're almost as hard as I am now!"

And I was too - my naked penis had risen virtually unbeknownst to me - somehow I simply hadn't included it in my mind, somehow my own reactions had been ignored by my brain - but now, as I looked down, there it was, my firmly excited penis jutting out before me.

"Shit - now what do I do?" I muttered, not having the faintest idea what to do but Joe was well ahead of me.

"What we should do is to get rid of these things," he said, gesturing at our erections, "Then perhaps we can concentrate on our undies, eh?"

"How - what - ummm, explain," I spluttered and Joe held his hands up to calm me.

"How about we both toss off, you know, unload," he said, "Makes sense, doesn't it - I don't know any better way to get a cock to go down!"

I so needed some release by now. I'd been pent up for what seemed like far too long and the idea of jacking off seemed not just sensible but perhaps even the perfect solution - relief and more besides. I nodded, my excited brain fascinated by the thought of watching another man masturbate and Joe pointed to the bed.

"Get over there and lie down," he said, "We can do it side by side."

Thrills of illicit excitement were making me shiver, my breathing shuddering and jerking, my lips trembling. My legs, which were trembling too, succeeded in conveying me to the bed where I pulled off my t-shirt to lay there naked and shivering, yet hard as a rock as Joe pulled his silk panties down and joined me.

I couldn't help but look at his cock - I'd seen plenty on the internet but not in real life, and certainly not close up and hard like this. He had to be a bit longer than me but perhaps not quite so thick. His penis had no foreskin so his knob stood purple and swollen, his entire penis jerking slightly every so often. A little bubble of precum had formed at the tip and was shivering there as I absorbed his details until I wrenched my eyes away - to find Joe busy scanning me. We smiled at each other, self-conscious smiles that expressed how exciting and yet how scary this scenario was.

"Ok?" he asked and I nodded.

"Gonna start," said Joe as his hand wrapped itself around his cock, "Come on, let's do it."

Slowly at first we moved our hands, just bringing the flesh up to speed, bringing forth more precum too that we both spread over our knobs. We were both totally absorbed in watching each other's penis as our two instruments thrust upwards through our fists, glowing with shiny juices and with hot blood. Steadily our movements increased, our strokes longer and steadier, the delicious sounds of slapping flesh filling the room as we worked away.

And Joe had quickly found a small bottle of lubricant with which he'd anointed his cock and now the slippery slurping noises added to the sexual sounds.

Normally as I wanked I'd watch some porn but here instead, I was watching another real live penis - and it was quite as exciting! I could feel lovely spasms of delight running through me as I worked away, spasms that told me that my level of readiness to explode was rising rapidly.

Another glance at Joe and at his face which was glowing almost as redly as his cock. He smiled back at me, his eyes sparkling.

"Love this part," he said, "Being able to hold it there - just edging along. That lovely slippery precum too. I could so easily cum but I don't like to rush it. Do you feel that way too?"

"Yeah," I breathed, "Fuckin' right, God, its lovely."

"Let's feel," said Joe unexpectedly and suddenly his hand was on mine, pushing mine off my own cock and taking over.

"Oooh Joe - no, don't - ahhhhhh fuck, you'll make me cum!" I moaned frantically, "Careful!"

I was so far gone that I couldn't even muster the strength to push him away and anyway, his hand felt so bloody good. My own hand now fell to the bed, my fingers gripping a handful of duvet instead - until I felt Joe move slightly - then his hand grasped mine and pulled it away.

"Do it for me too!" he husked, as his hand moved mine onto his penis, "Rub me - get me off too!"

Inside me I was in turmoil once again, just knowing that what I was doing was so completely wrong - and yet what was wrong? We were both helping each other and his hand felt fantastic - and in my own hand his penis felt incredible too. A solid bar of flesh on which my hand slid deliciously in the lube and the steady oozing juices he produced as my hand moved up and down the shaft. The erotic scent of our aroused flesh pervaded my nostrils and filled my brain with wicked thoughts, thoughts which sent even more exciting and urgent messages to my penis and to my balls.

I was too far gone to stop now, too far into this incredible experience to back out, too close to erupting as well.

My fist moved faster and more confidently now, up and down his lengthy cock in time with his movements on my cock; in time with my breathing; in time with our gasps, groans and moans.

"Ooooh Brian, Brian, gonna cum, I can feel it," Joe muttered, "Aaaaahhh fuck - gonna blow - you ready too?"

"Yeah - almost, keep going - don't stop, please don't stop," I pleaded, "I'm with you. Close... Ahhhh, here it comes, here it comes!"

"Ahhhh fuck! You're making me cum too!" moaned Joe, "Oooooh yessssss!"

Suddenly our movements became erratic, jerky and faster as sprays and gouts and streams of cum arced into the air, squirted up our bodies and splattered the bed and our arms and our hands. Suddenly we were both gasping and panting and moaning and our bodies were jerking and jumping about.

And equally suddenly we both fell back, limp and exhausted, still erect but empty, our two hands still moving but gently now on one another's sticky cocks.

"Ooooh fuck - that was bloody good!" moaned Joe, "That was so exciting!"

"Bloody well was, wasn't it?" I agreed as I looked down over our bodies, "So much cum everywhere too!"

"Fuckin' brilliant!" enthused Joe as his hand left my penis, "God - you're so hot mate!"

I couldn't help but let loose a small chuckle on hearing his words - no-one had ever called me hot - not ever! But at this moment I actually felt incredible - I'd actually masturbated another man and my heart was pounding - not from exertion but from excitement.

"Whoo, fuck, I'm knackered," I said as I let go of his penis at last, "Better clear up - have you got a towel or something Joe?"

"There's a towel somewhere..." said Joe, "Don't need it yet though, do we?"

I frowned as I digested his words, not sure what his plans were but then they became clear as he lifted his hand to his mouth and began licking and sucking the strands and blobs of spunk from it.

"Mmmmm, delicious!" he said, as he licked his lips and looked at me, "Mind if I enjoy some more?"

And with that his hand moved to my chest and gathered a long streamer of my cum which he quickly transferred to his mouth.

I was too much in shock to object or to even push him away and when he repeated the action on my abdomen all I could do was to shiver from his touch and watch his mouth as he sucked his fingers clean.

Joe looked at me and screwed up his brow.

"Don't you do that?" he asked, "Bloody waste if you don't!"

"Never really thought about it," I heard myself reply, "What's it like?"

"Nectar mate - fuckin' lovely stuff," he answered, "Here you are - try some."

And as he spoke his cum-laden fingers pressed at my mouth and pushed inside, my taste buds registering the salty, slippery, strange texture of the spunk.

"Eeeeehhh!" I said as I attempted to push his fingers away with my tongue - but as I did so the flavour began to grow on me and I found myself running my tongue around my lips to search for more.

Joe must have been watching carefully because he spoke again.

"Not so bad, eh?" he asked, "Just takes a bit of getting used to - try some more."

And with that his fingers conveyed another load to my lips, lips that weren't quite so reluctant this time. His fingers pushed into my mouth then withdrew, leaving a sticky deposit on my tongue.

"That's my stuff," he said almost like a connoisseur, "Might taste a bit different to the first lot."

Oh God - what was I doing? Letting a man feed me with firstly my cum and then with his own!

I was almost hyperventilating with panic as so many exciting, horrifying, erotic things were happening to me today. And yet I was still alive and kicking and possibly still even horny...and perhaps it was fortunate that Joe spoke once more as he jerked me from my frantic thoughts.