Justin Caas: The Third Sex

Once the boys had spent their load, cocks quickly dwindled to slackness. It was here that I felt my keenest disappointment at being excluded. I was excited and aroused but with some embarrassment mumbled an apology. The group were embarrassed also, unwilling to exclude me but unsure how to proceed. Someone said, “Show us your cunt!”

I cringed inwardly a moment but thought, if this is what it takes to become a club member then … I slipped my pants down then underpants. There was a dead silence as the boys looked on at what to all outward appearances was a girl’s one. I should mention that rather like a girl’s body, mine also was almost completely hairless except for a thick mop of hair on my head. They stared then the same boy, Thomas urged, “Can you make it come out?”

I had learned how to do this from explanations by Dr Fox but had never thought of it as a recreational display. Extending my penis from its sheath was mostly under conscious control although when I became excited it seemed to have a mind of its own and tried to come out anyway.

I stood before the group, legs slightly apart. There was a collective gasp as a pink tip appeared between my legs, then more of it emerged, a long slender tube. I had to admit to myself it did look remarkably like a dog cock. The boys were fascinated and broke out into an excited chatter. There were calls of “Go on, give it some wrist action” and “Let’s see you spunk!”

I said it was difficult to touch it with a dry hand because it needed to be slippery to go back inside again. It looked as though this was going to be the end of a new acceptance. The boys were starting to lose interest. But I noticed that, inspired by the sight of a very lifelike-looking vagina, several of the guys had become erect again. A desperate thought occurred to me and turning to Thomas offered, “But if you want, I can give you some oral!” I was not to know that this was actually quite an unusual offer. Being fellated was an order of magnitude more desirable than mere handwork but only if you received it. Actually doing it to another boy sort of called in question your masculinity. After all sucking off was apparently a girl’s job.

Even so, it didn’t happen often because although the boys were ruled by runaway hormones, girls were more choosy and few allowed their charms to be displayed let alone used without exacting a substantial price—or at least the promise of a price. Boys found this incomprehensible. Were girls not motivated by the lure of sex? Perhaps, but only on their own terms which seemed to boys very hard to understand. But then girls were pretty opaque at the best of times weren’t they. Yet here was someone who looked a bit like a girl offering the ultimate in sensual activities. Thomas accepted with alacrity.

Actually oral was not the ultimate in sensual experiences. A fuck was the ultimate. But despite boastful claims to the contrary, few boys in this era had actually reached such a meaningful stage in the male/female relationship stakes. It was something to be longed for, to be lusted over in fantasy, but seldom encountered in reality. So at that stage in their journey through life, it was largely discounted except for frantic bouts of hand-work in bed at night—or occasionally a lucky encounter where oral was offered.

Oral has a charm all of its own as many persons both male and female have discovered. Whether it merits a higher rating than doing it with a girl is largely a matter of personality and personal preference. I later discovered an almost even split on the scoreboard of desirability as far as males are concerned. It seemed to me, in later years after I had had an opportunity to acquire such knowledge, that male persons fell into roughly two categories: the first being the rough, tough, brawny he-man (possibly ape-gorilla, but maybe that’s going too far) who prefers a quick suck because it takes up a minimum of his valuable time, relieves the urge and requires no tedious warming-up of the female beforehand, or post-operation-promises to her afterwards.

The second category may even be a bit more treacherous as he woos his maiden with fair words and gentle manifestations until he gets it into her and then all civility is lost as he gives her a sound rogering, intent only on achieving (as rapidly as possible) his own blissful conclusion. I hasten to add that these categories are rather too stark and inflexible to encompass all mankind, but from my later experience, it does include a large segment of humanity—at least the male component. None of these valuable insights had yet occurred to me of course. My primary motivation at the moment was to be accepted into the in-group and is that not a powerful motivation for young teenage males just discovering themselves?

It was a first for me, and later I learned for Thomas as well, despite his boastings to the contrary. Thomas leaned back in the chair on which he was sitting and gave himself totally to the sensations of bliss as a wet mouth sucked him to a convulsive spending. Unexpectedly, I found the taste of his semen highly stimulating and swallowed it greedily. Rather more unexpectedly, I found the experience itself both invigorating and mentally rejuvenating.

After that, several lined up for the same treatment. It was doing me no harm that my reputation improved by the minute and better still, I enjoyed what I was doing.

When it came to an end and the group lay back exhausted and replete, young Peter spoke up from the side. “Okay guys, Erin has told us why he can’t enjoy a hand job like the rest of us. But he’s given us a great treat. Is anyone volunteering to return the favour for him?”

There was silence as the boys considered this unexpected proposition. He was after all, a bit alien. Didn’t look like us. What if he tasted like a dog cock as well as looking like one. No one wanted to be first to find out. No one was sure whether any of the group had actually tried a dog cock, but some of the members were dark horses and you could never be sure when a dark horse smilingly denied an experience whether he was any more truthful than the boastful extroverts who claimed experiences that were mostly imaginary.

Peter looked around. “Well okay if you are all chicken, then I’m on to try it. What about it Erin?”

I was surprised by this turn of events, but also aroused at the thought. “Sure, if you want to.”

I reclined in a nearby chair, spread my legs and as I concentrated on it, my penis emerged again wetly shining with the lubrication that was already dripping from its tip. Peter took a big breath and bravely lowered himself, closed his eyes as his mouth engulfed the flesh before him. His first surprise was to discover it was hotter in his mouth than the penis of those few buddies with whom he had shared this daring feat before. His next surprise was to discover that I was ejaculating in little spurts almost continuously from the time he started. His third surprise was to discover, rather gratifyingly that it didn’t taste so bad either although rather different from his gay buddies. Pete was not aroused by girls, his attraction was almost exclusively to boys and it was solely my penis itself which had excited his curiosity.

For my part the sensation of his mouth engulfing my penis was a wholly mind-blowing sensation. Never had I imagined such pleasure was possible. I was close to orgasm and soon Pete would have a different taste in his mouth as the real thing itself shot into him. But such fleeting thoughts remained in the background. I was content to leave such issues until they happened. Right at the moment my whole body was rising on a tide of sharp ecstasy and then it was upon me, and pulsing wetly into his mouth in long, slow spasms. Pete gulped, choked a bit, but to his credit stayed the course and accepted it all.