Feature Writer: Sep46 /
Feature Title: Island Pleasures /
Story Codes: MM, Reluctant, Hermaphrodite /
Uploaded: 27.02.2023 /
Link: http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=16581.msg210504#msg210504
Synopsis: For a long time I’ve been wanting to do a hermaphrodite story. I’m rather fascinated with the mythology and how it would play out in a sexually explicit story. I can’t quite pin down how I want to set it, and so this that I wrote tonight is just a bit of getting my feet (and other things) wet with the taste of that material. This may pan out to more, or may be revised completely. Comments and advice encouraged!
Island Pleasures
For what must have been the thousandth time, I looked down at the thing in contemplation; In the two decades since my birth, the appendage between my legs brought me to these moments and as always, I alternated between acceptance and hatred for the way I’d been born.
To look at me now, you would see what appears to be a man of some twenty years with smooth skin, prominent cheekbones, and petal soft lips. I’m a pretty soul, and I won’t deny some pride in the fact, for I’ve suffered to get to that point. If I disrobed, you might imagine that my very small breasts would fit perfectly, one to each hand.
When your eyes moved down over the flatness of my stomach and slowly past the whittled curves of my waist and the curve of my hips, you would find the barest patch of hair, and nestled within it, the story of my life.
My earliest memory of this strangeness was at the age of nine.
“We can only wait and see.” A man with a thick accent said. He was turned away as I lay on a cold, hard table covered by a thin blanket. He had examined me down there, between my legs, and now turned to speak to my mother and father. I struggled to hear their conversation, but they were across the room and behind a wall. Soon enough, the man – he was a doctor it seemed, returned and helped me to dress. I went home with my parents, and nothing more was said. I was loved and as they’d been told, there was only time to wait.
Spring bloomed into summer and in the splendid seclusion of my island home, I ran naked among the other children as we played, and life was sweet.
At the age of twelve, I once again found myself being examined. Several of the boys with whom I regularly challenged and matched in our childhood games had gathered in the shelter of several broken palm trees. They formed a natural tent, hidden from anyone who might walk past.
They ranged in age from seven to seventeen and as usual, we were all free of clothing. The eldest moved toward the youngest and with interest, began to examine the child’s genitalia. The small penis and testicles of the boy showed no excitement, and one by one, we started to look not only at our own bodies, but one another’s. Finally, a boy my age reached over between my legs and when I spread them wider, he retreated some.
“You are very small.” He said without real judgment in his voice. “Let me see more?”
I lay back the best I could in the small space. My head came to rest in another boy’s lap and I could see and smell that part of him. I touched the length of it and felt him lean in with encouragement while my own legs were parted and then lifted up just a little.
“What is it?” I heard the same boy ask. “Come see!” He said with excitement, and several of them came to stare.
“He is both boy and girl?” One asked.
They looked up at me. The boy who had pushed himself forward into my hand retreated in surprise. I felt fingers probe lower beneath the obvious jut of my penis which they had coaxed to a four-inch hardness. The slit beneath might have gone unnoticed had the boy of fourteen not lifted my hips up, but there they were, fingering it and spreading it open for inspection. The elder boy moved to take a look, for he was the one who had seen such things on a woman.
I felt his finger dip into the hole there. I shrank back, and so did my penis. “What’s the matter little girl? Did I hurt your pussy? Freak!” I looked at the others and then back to the older boy. He had his face down there now. I felt his breath on that wet part of me, and then his tongue pushed into the slit. I gasped and screamed as I grabbed at whatever I could to get away.
“Lay down. I’m going to eat that thing, boy.” He looked up at me. “You either lay down and let me taste that freak thing, or I’ll put this in it.”
He waved his stiff cock and I felt my eyes grow wide. The others said nothing and some crawled out of the tent until only three remained. I closed my eyes and felt tears slip down my cheeks as some hands spread my legs and others started to work up and down on my penis.
My hips were lifted again and the elder boy stuck his tongue into me once more. He circled around the hole and the thin lips of the girl place on my body and slowly, it began to feel good. I tried not to enjoy it, but when he flicked his tongue across that hard nub, I shivered. My penis was hard again, and the boy of fourteen encouraged the youngest to stroke it. The child laughed with delight as I watched. I shivered and moaned at this attention and the elder boy laughed as he sat up.
“You like that eh?” He slid the tip of his finger into the wetness. “We’re going to have fun with you this summer. Why didn’t you tell us? We could have started on you years ago!”
I looked at him with tears in my eyes. How could I be so excited and feel so awful, I wondered.
“Do you come?” He asked.
“What do you mean?” I replied.
“You know, do you squirt out of that cock yet?” He laughed. He pushed the child away and took my penis into his much stronger grip.
“I don’t. I mean I have not yet…”
“No?” He started to stroke me and I fell back against someone’s lap, where a similar hardness was soon in my face, its owner’s hand working it hard and fast.
I felt a stir deep inside as if I were going to need the privacy of a bathroom, but it was different, and with a sudden moan, a weak shot of semen spurted from the head of my cock and into the boy’s hand. I cried out again, my hips thrust forward.
He laughed at me. “Let me show you how it’s done.”
The boy at my head stood up over me and together they stroked themselves until their moans grew loud and in sync, they shot thick streams of warm, white stickiness against my face and chest. The youngest boy laughed and fondled himself as they collapsed onto the sand and looked at me.
“That was great.” They agreed. Had they done this before? I wondered and waited, covered in their semen. What now?
The eldest boy laughed at me again and knelt down by my face.
“I always knew you had a pussy, and one day I’m going to fuck it good and hard. Until then, you’d better not tell anyone what we did today, or you’ll be sorry.”
I cowered and turned onto my side. The three of them left me there, and I lay until the darkness came with the wish not for the first time that I could disappear.
THE END