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Randi's Surprise
by dirtyoldman (address withheld)

***

Dave and Randy had been friends for several years. 
After making plans to go hang out at the school 
Christmas dance, Randy gets into an argument with his 
dad and is grounded. Dave goes, and meets an exciting 
girl, who turns out to be Randy's cousin, Randi! Oh, 
the fools we mortals be, when we first begin to 
deceive! (MM-teens, cd, 1st, oral)

***

I wouldn’t exactly say I was pissed. More to the point, 
I was disappointed. Randy and I were best friends. He 
was the first friend I made when we moved to Marquette 
three years ago. We hung out all the time together, 
ogling the girls, too shy to do much else. We’d moved 
to Marquette before I started the sixth grade. Dad’s a 
professor at Northern Michigan University, same as 
Randy’s dad. He and I liked going to the dances, once 
we were old enough to attend the middle school dances. 
They were for the seventh and eighth graders.

We started going to the dances to watch the girls in 
the seventh grade. By the time we were freshmen in high 
school, we were wily old veterans of the dance scene. 
Mainly, we’d hang out, look at the girls, talk, and 
genuinely enjoy ourselves. Once in a while, we’d get 
brave and ask a girl for a dance. Randy and I were Both 
rather shy, and often times we did nothing but talk.

High school dances were held at the teen center, which 
was a block from Randy’s house. I lived about five 
blocks from Randy’s house. We’d been talking about the 
Christmas Dance for several weeks. We wanted to go and 
hang out. It was Christmas, and I had decided that I 
was going to ask a girl to dance. I didn’t know who, 
but I was going to ask a girl for a dance. I was ready!

On the night of the dance, just as I was getting ready 
for the dance, Randy called me. "Zag," he said, using 
his favorite nickname for me. "Dad and I got into an 
argument. I’m grounded. I ain’t going to the dance." 

"Aw, shit!" I said. "That sucks, dude."

"Yeah, I was dumb, real bummer," he sighed. He didn’t 
sound too disappointed, but then again, he rarely 
sounded disappointed about anything. "You go anyway. 
There’s other guys you can hang out with. Enjoy 
yourself. We’ll go to the next one."

"I will," I sighed. A grin spread across my face. 
"You’re gonna miss a good dance. All the girls’ll be 
wearing their Christmas outfits and look real pretty."

"Well, my fault," he said, almost as if he didn’t care. 
"Look. You have a good time, dance with a nice girl, 
and I’ll see you th-th... Then, I’ll see you tomorrow." 
He stumbled over his words, like he nearly said 
something he didn’t want to say, but I didn’t have any 
idea what. Quickly, he added, "You’re still coming over 
tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah," I said, passing off his stutter. "Well, don’t 
get in any more trouble. See you tomorrow." Not happy 
by any measure by the turn of events, I finished 
dressing. Mom drove me to the teen center for the 
dance, promising to pick me up at 11:00. 

The usual crowd was already there when I walked into 
the dance hall. I waved to some friends, and talked for 
a few minutes. The girls all looked pretty in the new 
dresses. The music was good, and loud. But it just 
wasn’t the same without Randy, and I was bummed out. 

I was about ready to call Mom to come and get me when 
She walked in. I’d never seen Her before, but She was 
pretty. Very pretty! Wearing a beige dress, modestly 
long, but stylishly short, she looked about my age, 
shorter than me. I was instantly attracted to her. She 
looked around the dance hall, walking toward the place 
Randy and I usually sat, and away from where I was 
standing. She spoke to a couple guys, but never for 
very long.

I followed her for several minutes, working up the 
nerve to speak to her. She looked vaguely familiar, but 
I couldn’t place her. Dad was in the military before he 
became a professor, and we’d lived all over the 
country. I wondered if I’d met her on an Air Force 
base, or if she just reminded me on someone.

Finally, as she poured herself a glace of punch, she 
looked up and saw me staring at her. She smiled at me 
briefly, and then glanced away. That was all it took. 
Swallowing the punch left in my punch glass, I boldly 
walked to the punch bowl. "Hi!" I said, embarrassed by 
my lack of originality. "I’m Dave Burke." 

I couldn’t get over how familiar she looked. Suddenly, 
it hit me. She looked a lot like Randy! He’s a good 
five inches shorter than I am, small boned, and his 
facial features are still rather childish. Not that I’m 
ultra-mature or anything like that. "I’m Ran-Randi 
Fields," she stuttered.

I laughed. "Ain’t that something? My best friend’s name 
is Randy Fields!!"

"Oh!" she said. "You’re Dave Burke! My, uh, cousin, 
Randy Fields, told me to find you. He told me what you 
looked like, but he didn’t say you were this good 
looking!"

I led her toward the chairs where Randy and I usually 
sit during the dances. "You’re Randy’s cousin, and your 
name is Randi?"

"Uh, Oh, yeah, uh, original, isn’t it? Our dad’s are 
brothers. I’m two whole days older than he is. Dad was, 
uh, stationed in Japan when I was born, and Mom and Dad 
didn’t, uh, get a chance to tell Uncle Jerry and Aunt, 
uh, Pat what they named me until after Randy was born. 
So, here we are, two cousins with the same name. Except 
he’s Randall James, and I am Randi Lee!"

I was enthralled. She was nice to me. She acted like 
she liked me! And we had just met! And she was Randy’s 
cousin! And she was beautiful! It was like a dream come 
true! "Randy didn’t tell me his cousin was coming into 
town," I said.

"Oh! Um, he kept my visit a secret. Uh, so he could... 
surprise you! Then, he argued with Uncle, uh, Jerry, 
and got grounded, so he... he showed me your picture 
and told me to find you myself."

"You just caught me," I shrugged. "I was just getting 
ready to call Mom and tell her to come and get me. It 
was boring without Randy." She looked disappointed. 
Even her pout was gorgeous! "But I’m not leaving now!" 
I cried as she smiled. 

Just then, they started playing a slow song. It seemed 
as if I was standing off to one side, watching me talk 
to Randi when I nervously asked, "Wanna dance?"

She simply smiled, setting down her punch, and stood 
up. I followed her to the dance floor, watching the 
gentle swaying of her buttocks in her tight beige 
skirt. "I’m not very good," I apologized as I took her 
in my arms.

She cast her eyes down demurely. "Me, neither. I’ve 
never danced with a guy before."

"Me, neither. I mean, it’s my first slow dance, too." 
We both snickered.

Although we were not exactly sure how to dance, we 
danced the best we could. She felt so good in my arms 
as we slowly circled each other, swaying to the music. 
I loved every minute of it. Much too early, the song 
ended. I dropped my arm from her shoulder and waist, 
and started to thank her for the dance when she leaned 
in and kissed me lightly on the lips.

That settled it. I was determined to spend every minute 
I could with her. We danced several dances, both fast 
and slow. We were inseparable. Friends came up and 
talked to us, but we invariably walked away from them 
so we could be just by ourselves. I swear I was falling 
in love with her. 

A couple hours after our first dance, the realization 
slowly dawned on me that I had to pee. Badly. But I 
didn’t want to leave her side. Holding it as long as I 
could, I squirmed on the chair. I refused a fast dance 
without explaining, just telling Randi that I wanted to 
sit it out, which she accepted. Finally, I could hold 
it no longer. Holding hands, we left the dance hall and 
walked down the hall toward the bathrooms. I opened the 
door, and she started to walk in before she caught 
herself. Laughing, she said, "I, uh, almost forgot 
where you were going!"

I peed as fast as I could. I was afraid Randi wouldn’t 
be there when I finished. Zipping my fly, I quickly 
washed my hands, tossing the paper towel at the 
wastebasket as I ran out the door. Randi leaned against 
the wall on the other side of the hall, her hands 
clasped in front of her just the way I’ve seen her 
cousin stand many times in the past. "That was quick," 
she said.

"Not much to it," I said as I circled her waist with 
both arms.

I pulled her into a strong, firm hug. Our lips searched 
each other out, and we kissed longingly. Her small tits 
barely made an impression against my body, but I 
enjoyed their feel any way. A low moan escaped her 
lips. "I’ve wanted this for so... uh, so much," she 
sighed, pressing her slim body against mine.

I kissed across her face and sucked her ear lobe into 
my mouth. "Your ears aren’t pierced," I whispered.

"Hmm-mm," she moaned. "Maybe later."

Shyly, I slid my hand down her back and gently squeezed 
her ass cheek. It felt firm, and pliable, and 
wonderful. My cock throbbed in my jeans. Suddenly, she 
pulled away from me. "C’mon. Let’s find a place that 
not so, uh, public." She held my hand as she led me 
stealthily down the hall. The first door was locked, 
but the second one wasn’t and we slipped soundlessly 
through it. 

It was a classroom of some sort, with several student 
desks, and a teacher’s desk. The only light in the room 
was from the streetlight outside. Our arms were around 
each other in a second, and we kissed deeply again. Her 
tongue gently pried my lips apart, and began searching 
my mouth. My tongue valiantly battled hers, and our 
moans filled the room. My hard cock felt like it was 
near blowing. I knew I needed to stroke it when I got 
home.

Suddenly, she stepped away from me. "Dave, I won’t 
fuck," she said quietly. "Not yet, any way. But, how 
about a blow job."

Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed my belt and 
knelt down in front of me. Licking her lips, she worked 
my belt loose, and within seconds, had my jeans around 
my ankles and my cock throbbing in her beautiful face. 
She stared intently, as if she were trying to memorize 
it. "Let me feel your tits," I said quietly.

"No!" she said quickly. "Not now. Maybe later. Another 
time."

"At least, let me see them," I begged as she grasped my 
throbbing cock, twirling the huge drop of pre-cum that 
had formed there.

She didn’t answer for a moment, mesmerized by my six 
inches of throbbing cock. "Another time, Dave," she 
said slowly. "Tonight, it’s your night. You can give me 
a night later. Now, just lean back and enjoy this."

She pushed me against the wall, and gently stroked my 
member. "I can’t believe I finally get to do this," she 
said, just before she slowly engulfed my throbbing love 
rod in her mouth.

"Oh, God!" I groaned. Rather than bobbing her head up 
and down on my shaft, she started sucking on it like a 
straw. "That feels great, Randi." She steadied herself 
by clutching my ass cheeks, gently squeezing them. I 
held her shoulders firmly, and slowly, unconsciously, 
began to pump my hips very slightly forward and back. 

She pulled off my cock for a moment. "Tastes great, 
too, Dave." Her smile was extremely sexy. "Nice and 
salty, just like I’ve heard it should be!" Leaning 
over, she sucked first one ball, then the other, into 
her mouth. I groaned again. I knew my orgasm was close 
at hand. Quickly, she slipped my cock back into her 
mouth. 

This time she bobbed a little, trying to find a rhythm. 
Soon, pressure began to build in my balls. "I’m going 
to cum!" I cried, trying to pull my cock out of her 
mouth. My balls constricted. 

She grabbed my ass cheeks tightly, holding my cock in 
her mouth and sucking furiously. I held her head 
between my hands. Suddenly, I threw my head back and 
moaned as loudly as I could. Gobs of hot, sticky jism 
exploded from my cock and rocketed down her throat. She 
held me tightly; her nose nestled in my kinky pubic 
hair as another wad of cum shot down her throat. Two, 
three, four, I lost count of how many spurts I sent 
into her hot, munching oven.

Finally, I relaxed. The spasms calmed, and I leaned 
against the desk, my jeans still bunched around my 
ankles. She stood up, and wiped my cum off her mouth. 
She straightened her clothes, and looked at me. "I’ve 
never given a guy a blow job before, Dave. I hope it 
was ok."

I stepped out of my jeans and pulled her into a hug. I 
kissed her hard on the mouth, my tongue probing the 
depths of her mouth. I could taste my cum on her lips. 
"OK?" I asked. "It was great! It was fantastic! Oh, 
sweet Jesus, Randi! I love you! It was, oh, it was 
great!" I kissed her again, my still hard cock poking 
her in the thigh.

"Well, get dressed," she said. "I have to go to the 
bathroom, and we gotta get back to the dance before 
people start thinking we’re having sex or something," 
she giggled.

I waited patiently outside the girls’ room while she 
went to the bathroom. She looked radiantly beautiful 
when she came out. "Are you going to tell Randy about 
what I did?" she asked.

"I never thought about it," I said. "Probably. We tell 
each other everything. When he kissed Ashley Thorsen, 
he told me. So, if you don’t mind, I guess so."

She wrinkled her nose. "He told me about her. He really 
liked her, but she turned into a bitch for him." We 
kissed tenderly before rejoining the dance.

"It’s almost 11," I said as we sat down, holding her 
hand. The dance was beginning to thin out. "Mom’ll pick 
me up in a few minutes," I said. "Do you want her to 
run you over to Randy’s house? I’m sure she won’t 
mind."

"It’s only a block, silly," she said after thinking for 
a moment. "I can walk."

"OK," I said glumly. "How long are you in town for?"

"I don’t know. I have an open-ended ticket. This is an 
early Christmas present, come and visit Randy and his 
sisters and Uncle Jerry and Aunt Pat." She leaned in 
and kissed me. "Getting a boyfriend was an added 
bonus!"

Boyfriend! I grinned, leaning back and staring into 
space. I was somebody’s boyfriend! It was great! And 
here, I’d been dreading the dance without Randy. Now I 
was glad he got into a fight with his dad. I still 
would’ve met his cousin, but certainly nothing like 
this! Holding hands, and kissing, and the blowjob, 
and... 

"I said, I am your girlfriend now, aren’t I?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. I was just caught up in the moment. 
Yeah, I guess we are boyfriend and girlfriend now, 
aren’t we?"

She stood up and said, "As a matter of fact, I think 
I’ll walk home now."

I grabbed her hand and followed her out of the teen 
center. "I’ll walk you home, then, Randi."

"No! Uh, no. You don’t have time. Your Mom’ll be here 
soon. I can make it by myself."

"It’s ok, Randi. I want to."

She rubbed her face, and seemed nervous, or scared or 
something. "No, no, it’s ok. I’ll be fine."

"I don’t mind," I said, helping her with her coat 
before I put mine on.

"You’re coming over tomorrow, right? I’ll see you then. 
I promise. Just let me walk back to Uncle Jerry and 
Aunt Pat’s tonight. I’ll be ok. I promise." She kissed 
me quickly. "There’s your Mom, any way." 

I looked up at where she pointed just as Mom found a 
place to park the Mustang. I turned around again just 
in time to see her skip down the street and around the 
corner. She was right. She’d be back at Randy’s house 
before I got in the car.

"So, how was the dance?" Mom asked as I plopped into 
the front seat.

I grinned. "It was great!"

"Even without Randy?"

I turned my head and looked out the corner of my eye at 
her. "I met a girl, and we hit it off real good!"

Mom pulled into traffic, and accelerated towards home. 
"So, this young lady. Tell me about her."

"Her name’s Randi. She’s in town for Christmas, staying 
with her cousin. She is so pretty, and nice, and she 
likes me. We ki... hung out and danced and everything. 
She even said she lo... liked me. It was great."

"Well, that’s great, Davey. You’ll have to have her 
over before she goes back. Where does she live?"

I stopped short. Randi hadn’t told me where she lived. 
"I don’t know. I never asked!"

"Well, when do you see her again?"

"I’ll see her tomorrow. I’ll find out then."

Mom pulled into the driveway, around the deep piles of 
snow the plows left. "Well, you get unwound and get to 
bed," she yawned as we entered the kitchen. "I’m going 
to bed."

***

Early the next afternoon, I bundled up and hurried over 
to Randy’s house. "I’m in the basement, Zag, in my 
bedroom," he yelled as I came into his house.

I hurried downstairs. He lay on his bed, playing a 
video game. "Where is she?" I asked as soon as I got 
there.

"Where is who?"

I sat on his bed. "Randi!"

"I’m right here."

"Not you, asshole. Randi."

He grinned. "Oh, you mean my cousin."

"Duh!"

"So, Dave Burke got to meet my cousin! Whaddya think?"

I grinned wistfully. "She wonderful! Great! So where is 
she?"

He paused the game and rolled over to talk. "She and 
Mom went off shopping somewhere. They’ll be back later. 
So, tell me. How’d is go last night?"

I smiled and stared off into the distance. "It was 
great. I hate to say this, Dude, but I’m glad you 
wasn’t there. It wouldn’t have gone as well."

He snorted shortly, but quickly said, "So, tell me, 
Zag. What happened?"

"It was great. We danced, and talked, and had fun. It 
was a great time." I leaned over, and whispered 
conspiratorially. "She gave me a blow job in one of the 
classrooms!"

He laughed loudly. "Zag got his dick wet!"

"More’n you’ve gotten!" I cried, pushing him. 

He pushed me back, and within seconds, we were rolling 
around on the floor, gleefully wrestling. He broke it 
off almost as quickly as it begun. I thought I saw him 
readjust his hard cock, to hide it, when he turned his 
back. He lay on the bed on his stomach. "So, Zag, you 
gotta tell me. How was the blow job?"

"It was great. Mind-blowing! It sure beats the hell 
outta beating off! And she swallowed it! I tried to 
pull out, but she just slurped it down."

"I know."

I frowned. "How d’you know?"

"She told me. Last night, after she got home. She gave 
me one, too."

"Fuck you!" I growled. Then, another thought hit me. 
"She’s your cousin, Dude! That’s gross."

He laughed. "You’re right. It would be gross, if she 
did suck my cock. But she didn’t."

"Good. I couldn’t believe it when she swallowed my cum. 
They say most girls don’t like that stuff, but she just 
gulped it down."

"Hey! A lotta girls swallow cum. You read about it all 
the time in fuck magazines, and on the Internet, and 
everything. They like it. Some of ‘em just like to 
bitch about every little thing."

I shrugged. "I s’pose that’s true. So, when is she 
coming back?"

"I dunno. Mom took her and Ashley and Sydney and DeeDee 
into town. They’ll be back after a while. If you want, 
I’ll send her over to your house when they get here."

"That’d be cool." I hung out with him for a while, and 
then walked home.

Late in the afternoon, the phone rang. "Hello?" I said.

"It’s me. Randi. Are your folks home?"

"Ah, no. They’ve already left for the evening. They 
won’t be home until about 1 or 2 in the morning."

I could almost hear her smile on the other end of the 
line. "Cool. So, you want some company?"

***

When she arrived, she was wearing a light-blue skirt 
with a light-blue and white print blouse. Her long 
blond hair was parted down the middle, and she had a 
little make-up on. Her small breasts barely made bumps 
in her blouse, but I didn’t care. I thought she looked 
beautiful, and I told her so. She walked away from me, 
looking around the house. "You have a nice house, 
Dave."

"Thanks," I said. Walking up behind her, I grabbed her 
by the tits, ground my hardening cock into her ass, and 
nuzzled her neck. Just as quickly, she slapped my hands 
away from her chest, but she didn’t try to pull away 
from me. I clutched at her breasts again, and just as 
swiftly, knocked my hands away. On my third attempt, 
she held me hands firmly to her chest. "They’re 
cotton," she said angrily. "I have very tiny titties. 
So I pad them a little bit. I just didn’t want you to 
find out, ‘cause I thought you wouldn’t like me as 
much. Mom says hers were tiny, too, until she had kids. 
And they still aren’t very big."

I turned her around. "I’m sorry, Randi. I don’t give a 
damn about the size of your tits. I just wanted to feel 
them. I love you, Randi!" I kissed her firmly.

Soon, our tongues were battling between our mouths. A 
moan escaped her lips. "Let’s go get comfortable," I 
said, taking her by the hand and leading her down the 
hall to my bedroom.

"So this is your room," she said, looking around, and 
sitting on the bed.

I sat next to her, and took her in my arms again. We 
kissed deeply, our tongues deep in each other’s mouth. 
I rubbed her thigh, but she wouldn’t let me get too 
close to her crotch. We lay back on the bed, kissing 
and humping each other. "I can’t get you pregnant if I 
pull my dick out of your pussy before I cum," I said.

"Yeah, you can. Pre-cum can get you pregnant," she 
said, sitting up. "But I can’t get pregnant if you fuck 
me in the ass."

My eyes got as big around as saucers, and a huge smile 
broke across my face. "You want me to fuck you in the 
ass?"

"Mm-hmm," she said, pulling her skirt up over her 
shapely ass and pulling down her panties. "Now, take 
off all your clothes."

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I had already pulled 
off my sweatshirt, and my sweatpants quickly followed. 
Sucking my cock into her mouth, she got it wet. She 
leaned over my bed with her skirt just barely up over 
her hips, and down over the front of her waist. I stood 
behind her, and put the head of my cock against her 
asshole. I pushed hard, but nothing happened. I relaxed 
for a moment, and pushed again. She pushed back against 
me. Nothing. "Damn!" I said, pulling back. "My cock got 
dry. It’s this damned dry air!"

"Why don’t you use the petroleum jelly you have in your 
closet?"

"Good idea!" I said, jumping to get it. I smeared a big 
finger full on my dick, and then looked at her. "How’d 
you know that was there?"

Her eyes bugged out of her head. "Ah, um. Er." I could 
tell she was thinking hard. A smile broke across her 
face. "Randy has one hidden in his closet. So does my 
brother. I thought all guys use it to jack off with. 
Now come on. Fuck me, Dave!"

It made sense. She bent over my bad, sensually wagging 
her ass at me. With a big grin on my face, I stepped 
behind her and lined my cock up with her ass. I moaned 
this time when the soft, tender flesh of my sensitive 
cockhead touched her ass. "You ready?"

Her answer was to push back against me, so I pushed 
forward. I met resistance at first, but then the head 
of my cock popped past her ring of muscle and into her 
anus. "Oo!" she said as I pushed a little farther up 
her ass.

"Does that hurt?" I asked, quickly stopping.

"A little. But, that’s ok. Give it to me, Zag. I wanna 
fuck."

I pushed more of my cock up her ass until I met 
resistance again. I pulled back out and pushed again. 
Another inch disappeared up my girlfriend’s butt. "Oh, 
God, this feels good!" I sighed.

"It’s fantastic," she moaned, pushing back against me. 
"I’ve wanted this so bad, but I never hoped it’d 
happen!"

Holding her hips firmly between my greasy hands, I 
pushed hard, and the rest of my cock smoothly entered 
her ass. "I’m there," I yelled.

"I can tell. Your hair tickles!"

I pulled back until just the head of my cock was left 
in her anus. Quickly, I pushed it back up again, then 
back out and in again. Soon, we had a good rhythm 
going. "Oh, God, Randi!" I moaned. "I can’t believe 
we’re really fucking! This feels so good!"

"Oh, God," she groaned. "I can’t believe it, either!" 
Our lustful moans filled my room. I could see her 
rubbing her pussy with a towel she’d found on my floor. 
"I’ve wanted this for so... so much!" she squealed. We 
coordinated our thrusts as if we were old hands at 
fucking, slamming my cock in as she shoved her ass 
back. Holding her hips firmly between my hands, I 
watched my cock glide effortlessly in and out of her 
shapely ass. Suddenly, she cried out loudly, "Oh, God, 
Zag! I’m coming!"

I felt her sphincter grip my cock even more tightly. 
That was all it took for me. I slammed my cock as 
deeply into her ass as it could go, groaning loudly. 
Waves of pleasure broke over me as I held my pelvis 
tightly against her beautiful ass. Gobs of hot, white 
cum exploded out of me for the second time in less than 
24 hours, and into the body of a gorgeous young woman. 
I felt like a full-grown man! Another explosion rocked 
me, and more jism shot up her ass. We both were moaning 
as if someone was beating us death. If this were death, 
I thought as another wad of cum shot through my cock 
into her bowels, let me die now. She was swearing 
loudly as her body was wracked with the female version 
of that which I was feeling.

Finally, the spasms subsided. We collapsed face first 
on to my bed. She pulled the towel out from under her, 
and, folding it, laid it beside the bed. My cock began 
to shrivel, and I pulled it out of her ass. Rolling 
over beside her, I smiled at her. "That was fantastic!" 
I sighed.

"Better than I ever imagined it, Zag," she whimpered. 
She leaned toward me, and we kissed gently.

As we broke apart, she rolled over to her side. I just 
lay on my back, closed my eyes, and breathed, trying to 
calm myself down. "So, how come I’m naked, and the only 
thing you taken off are you shoes?" I asked.

"That’s not true," she giggled. "You couldn’t’ve fucked 
me if I hadn’t taken off my panties."

I shrugged, keeping my eyes closed, and said, "Yeah. 
That’s true." I lay silently for a moment. I felt her 
get off the bed. "So, when do I get to see your tits? 
Or your pussy? I mean, you can’t get pregnant if I just 
eat your pussy."

She cried out, and I looked up. Her blond wig lay on 
the floor next to the bed, and her hands were on top of 
her head, trying to cover her hair. She had short, 
brown hair underneath. With her hair as it naturally 
was, she looked even more like Randy, I thought. She 
wore a frantic look on her face as she backed into a 
corner. Slowly, realization dawned on me. "You called 
me ‘Zag.’" 

With open mouth, I grasped the unfathomable. Randi 
slowly dissolved into Randy. Her padded bra, and her 
wig, and the fact that I hadn’t seen tits or pussy, all 
became symptoms. I got off my bed. "You’re Randy."

"Of course I am," she said with her feminine voice.

"No," I said, not accusing, just stating. "I mean R-A-
N-D-Y Randy, not R-A-N-D-I Randi."

He, or she, didn’t say anything, just backed into the 
corner. I approached her as he backed away from me. 
"You’re a guy." I saw fear in his eyes. Her back was 
against the wall, and I wasn’t sure what he would do, 
but I needed to make sure I was right. I wasn’t sure 
what I would do, either. I closed the space between us, 
and reached between the legs of the person standing in 
front of me. I felt balls, and a cock. I slid my hand 
under her blouse, which had gotten pulled out of her 
skirt while we were fucking, and up to her tits. She 
had a small, masculine chest. Nodding my head, I said, 
"You’re a guy."

"It’s me, Zag. Randy."

I pulled him to me and kissed him deeply on the lips. I 
felt his body relax as his arms circled my neck, his 
tongue parting my lips and forcibly attacking mine. I 
pushed him against the wall, plastering my naked body 
against his, still clothed in a dress. My hand gripped 
his butt through his skirt, and then reached under. His 
finger found my asshole about the same time mine found 
his. I gripped the button on his skirt, and quickly 
loosened it. I unzipped it, and let it fall to the 
floor. "Take off you blouse," I said as I dropped to my 
knees. "Get naked, like me, Randy."

My hand closed around his cock. I was beyond thinking, 
just lustfully reacting instinctively to the signals my 
brain was sending to my body. His hard cock throbbed in 
my hand as I stroked it. It was about the same size as 
mine, and hard as steel. I slowly put my mouth over it, 
and sucked hard. I forced his back against the wall as 
my head bobbed up and down, and soon, all six inches 
were in my mouth. I ran my tongue around it, paying 
close attention to the sensitive skin under the head. 
"Oh, God, Zag! That’s fantastic! Better than my beat-
off dreams!"

Suddenly, he grabbed my head, and held me tight, 
pumping his cock lightly in and out of my mouth. With a 
sigh, he froze. A strangled cry forced itself past his 
lips, as my mouth was flooded with his white-hot, 
sticky jism. "Oh, fuck, Zag! I’m coming!" he cried as 
another, and then another shot erupted from his 
throbbing cock into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I 
could, but a little of his precious seed leaked from my 
mouth and dribbled down my chin.

My cock throbbed, pointed straight out from my groin as 
I stood up. Without a word, he walked over to my bed 
and bent over. "Come on, Zag. Fuck me again. You know 
you want to."

I needed no encouragement. My cock was still slick with 
petroleum jelly and my cum, and I could see splotches 
of my cum around his puckered asshole as it winked at 
me. I grasped his hip with one hand as I pressed my 
hard cock against him. He pushed back the instant 
contact was made, and my cock quickly slipped back into 
his asshole. Pounding into him as fast as I could, I 
wanted, or maybe needed, relief as soon as possible. I 
was past thinking. 

Everything was just instinct. Without thinking, I 
reached around him and grabbed his cock. It was still 
hard! I slowed my thrusting just a little, and stroked 
his cock with one hand. Once again, our moans filled my 
room, and within seconds, I came again. Hard. Like a 
flash flood, waves of pleasure burst across my 
consciousness as my cock once again emptied deep into 
his bowels. I had let go of his dick, and my hands held 
tightly to his hips, holding my pelvis tightly to his 
butt as geysers of my seed exploded into my best 
friend. 

Finally, my orgasm subsided again. I pulled my cock out 
of his ass, and lay back on the floor, exhausted. I was 
aware of nothing for several seconds until I felt Randy 
kneel between my legs. Opening my eyes a slit, I saw 
his hard cock glisten with petroleum jelly. He forced 
my legs up, exposing my ass hole. He held my ankles 
higher and higher until he pushed my knees against my 
chest.

I grinned as I grasped the comprehension of what he 
wanted. Holding my knees firmly, I spread my ass 
cheeks. A smile spread across his face. He lined his 
cock head up. A shudder wracked my body as his soft 
head touched my sensitive asshole. Nodding, I said, 
"It’s ok, Randy. Stick it up my ass. I want it as badly 
as you do!"

He pushed forward, his head opening my ring of muscle 
and slipping in. White-hot pain tore through my 
asshole. His cock was not very big around, but it felt 
like he was tearing me apart! He kept pushing in until 
he met resistance, and stopped. He looked down at me, 
lying under him on the floor. "Hurts, don’t it?"

I nodded. "Not too bad."

He pulled back out and pushed in again. Before long, I 
felt his kinky pubic hair tickle my ass. "I’m in," he 
said. I quickly became adjusted to having my ass 
invaded, and it didn’t feel that bad. He knelt between 
my legs, holding my ankles over his shoulders and my 
ass up off the floor. "Oh, God!" he moaned as his cock 
pumped in and out of my. "I’ve wanted this so much! It 
feels even better than I imagined!"

I looked down between us, and could see his six-inch 
cock gliding in and out of my ass. It felt like I was 
taking a massive, greasy shit, but I didn’t mind. It 
actually felt, in a way, good. Every once in a while, 
he bumped into something inside my ass that felt 
fantastic! He held himself up on his arms with his 
elbows locked, holding my legs up over his shoulders. 
"I can’t believe we’re actually doing this!" he groaned 
as he flexed his hips, driving his cock in and out of 
my ass. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly, and he threw 
his head back, moaning loudly.

I held my knees, helping him balance me at the right 
angle so he could fuck my asshole. It no longer hurt at 
all any more. Instead, I found the in and out motion to 
be very stimulating. My cock hurt from two quick 
orgasms, but I was sure it would be throbbing if I 
hadn’t come already. As it was, it started to painfully 
harden any way.

Suddenly, I felt his cock thicken inside my ass. I loud 
groan forced itself past his lips, and he pushed his 
cock as deep into my bowels as it would go. "I’m 
coming!!!" he cried, and I felt spurts of his hot cum 
spatter inside me. He held himself to my ass as more 
and more of his jism erupted up my ass.

Finally, he relaxed, and let go of my legs. They 
flopped on the ground, violently ejecting his cock from 
my ass. He lay on top of me, gasping for breath. "Wow!" 
he said when he finally could speak. "Holy shit! That 
was better than I’d imagined!" I could feel a little of 
his spunk dribble out of my sore asshole, but I didn’t 
mind. My arms circled his shoulders, and his head lay 
on my shoulder. "That was better than I ever imagined! 
I never dreamed it could feel that good!"

"It’s certainly better than jacking off," I agreed. He 
lay quietly for several minutes before I looked 
outside. It was dark out, night coming early in 
Northern Michigan. 

He rolled off me. "We’d better bet cleaned up before 
you folks get home," he said.

I looked at the clock. It wasn’t even 6:00 yet. "They 
won’t be home for hours," I said. We climbed into the 
shower together. "Why don’t you call your folks and see 
if you can spend the night. They do know you’re here, 
don’t they?"

"Of course they do," he said, rinsing his hair. "They 
just don’t know what clothes I wore."

"I just need to know a couple things," I said as I 
dried off. "Why?"

We walked downstairs naked to make supper. "Why what?" 
he asked.

"Why everything?"

"Well, I’ve wanted to have sex with you for about a 
year, but I never could figure out how. I like girls, 
but about a year ago, I thought about you more than 
them when I was stroking. I finally decided to give it 
a try."

"But why like you did? You could’ve just asked me."

He scowled at me. "And if I’d said, ‘Hey, Zag! Wanna 
fuck?’ what would you have said?"

I scratched my face. "I guess you’re right. I’d’ve 
decked you. But why me? I ain’t all that good looking."

"You’re my best friend, stupid!" he said as we sat down 
to eat the spaghetti I’d made. "Who else would I do 
this with? You ain’t gonna tell anyone."

"But one thing I don’t understand. Why the girls 
clothes?"

"Well, first of all, it was the best way to get you to 
have sex with me. I thought it was, any way. I didn’t 
think you’d fuck me if you knew I was a guy..."

"But once I’d had sex with you, and found out you were 
a guy..."

He smiled smugly across the table at me. "Let’s just 
say it worked out like I’d hoped it would."

I smirked at him. "What would you have done if it 
didn’t work out like you planned?"

He shrugged. "I didn’t think it out that far. I wasn’t 
planning on it not working out."

"Didn’t the dresses feel funny?"

He bowed his head sheepishly. "I’m straight, Zag. You 
know that. But I’ve always liked to wear frilly things. 
Dresses and blouses, and shit like that. I love it. 
But, until last night, nobody’s ever seen me in one. I 
know it’s weird, but I like to do it once in a while. 
I’ve got quite a few dresses and shit."

"You’re weird, Randy. But, I like you."

"So, do you still love my cousin?" he laughed.

I laughed with him. "Do you have a cousin named Randi?"

He shook his head. "I was gonna call myself Courtney, 
but when I introduced myself, Randi came out first, and 
I had to quick make up a story for it, since I’d 
already told you I was my cousin!"

We rinsed off our dishes, and put them in the 
dishwasher with the pans, and went upstairs. "I almost 
screwed up a couple times yesterday."

"You did today when I started to ass fuck you the first 
time, and you told me to use my petroleum jelly. Good 
save!"

We spent the rest of the night naked in my bedroom 
talking and playing video games. We gave each other a 
blowjob before my folks came home. When we got up the 
next morning, we butt fucked each other before we came 
downstairs. 

He wore home clothes he kept at my house, carrying 
Randi’s with him in his backpack. We continued to have 
sex with each other throughout high school. 
Occasionally, "his cousin Randi" would come for a 
visit, and I’d take her out on a date. It felt good to 
be able to walk around town and hold hands, even openly 
kiss, my best friend in public, and no one thought 
anything of it. 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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