My First Time As Soni

by Jared Dreamer

Chapter 3

I woke up in the middle of the night to feel him pushing his hard boner into my butthole again.

"Mike," I whispered. "Ow. Slow down."

I heard him fumbling with the lotion bottle from my bedside table, and I suddenly felt something cool on my butthole and I heard him pumping out the lotion faster and faster, and I knew he was slathering more of it on his obviously-hard boy cock.

My sheets were going to be a mess in the morning but I didn't really care. I'd sneak them to the washer somehow without my mom seeing and make sure they were clean again.

"Mmm," he said, pulling me closer to him, spooning me as he lined his cock up again. "I'm sorry, Soni, but you're so hot. So sexy. You feel so good. I need to fuck your hole again. Not your legs this time. Please? I need to stick it in your hole again."

I reached behind and grabbed his cock, and it was super hard, and I helped him line it up with my butthole, which was still sore, but I was pretty sure I could take him now. I'd had time to rest and let it cool off a little and come back down into normal shape.

He pushed forward, and with a hiss from me and a soft moan from him, it went all the way in, slippery, deep and easy. Oh God, it went in so far, so fast. It always surprised me how I could really feel it in my throat when it went in so far like that. It actually made me gulp and took my breath away.

"Ohhhh," he groaned. "You feel so good in there."

I squeezed my butt muscles around his hard boner, and it really felt good. My butthole still ached a little. It still felt tender and puffy. Having his cock in my stung a little, like the lotion was making my butt burn, but the fullness of his penis inside me made up for the discomfort. It felt so good to have him in me like this. I wondered why I waited so long to let him do this to me.

"Oh, Soni," he whispered. "I love you so much. I want to fill you up so much. I never want to stop doing this."

I wished I could kiss him again. I wished he could kiss me like he did before while he was back there behind me, slowly fucking me, slowly rocking in and out of me in the sweet, tender darkness of the night.

This time he took his time and went really slow. The first two times he fucked me, he was so excited, he shot his stuff in me right away after 30 pumps. This time he was really slow and tender, wrapping his arms around me as he fucked me from behind. Rubbing my chest. Giving me goosebumps. Kissing my ear and the back of my neck. Whispering that he loved me.

"I love you, Mike," I whispered back. "You feel real good in me. Your cock feels long and good."

He made a little whimpering sound, held me tighter, and with a final soft plunge deep inside me, I felt him hold me tight, lock his cock in place as far as he could get it, and I felt the soft-jab quaking of his hips as he emptied his semen inside me. I didn't know how much he had left. How COULD he have any left? He'd cum three times already. But he still made me feel sticky. It was still coming out of him.

"Ohhhhhhh," he whispered quietly. "It feels so good to cum in you, Scott. I wish I could do this forever."

I squeezed my ass muscles on his dick and told him it felt good in me too.

"I love you, Mike."

"I love you, Scott -- Soni, I mean," he added quickly. "Sorry. Soni. I love you too, Soni."

I waited a minute until his cock was done oozing and then I scooted forward and heard it squish out of my butt. I turned and faced him. He looked so beautiful in the moonlight through my window. Handsome, I thought in my mind. What a girlish way to describe a boy. He was handsome. And it finally felt okay to say it like that. Why did I never let him to this to me before? Just let myself lie here in his arms and be his girl like this?

"Can you kiss me again?" I asked him quietly, ashamed and scared and afraid he'd say no.

But he didn't say no. I loved him so much. He took my face in his hands and he pressed his lips to mine softly and openly. It felt so right. He kissed me so good. The night turned to sleepy soft dreams as our mouths and our tongues met, and they danced all around the world together as we drifted off sleepily, to our soft growing boy needs, tasting each other's fantasies.

I woke up right before dawn to find Mike between my legs, starting to suck on my little soft cock. I knew it was early, the sun hadn't risen yet and the sky through my window was that grey hazy color with just a hint of orange in the air.

He mouth was around my dick and my balls.

I held his head between my hands and I tried to pull it up.

"Mike – what – " I was sleepy, I couldn't get the words out right. It was wrong what he was doing to me. "Stop, wait a minute." My voice was slurred. I was pushing him away from me. He was insistent.

"I just want to suck you," he said. "Lay back. Relax."

I was confused. I thought I was his girl now. This wasn't what girls have done to them.

"But, wait. I'm Soni," I sputtered, struggling to find the words I needed. "I can't – you can't –"

"I just want to make you cum," he whispered, still struggling with my limp penis. "I had four cums already. Three in your butt and one in your legs. You need to cum, Scott. Please," he begged, "Just let me."

"Stop," I pushed him away, and I felt like crying in a way I didn't understand yet. "I don't want to be Scott tonight."

He stopped. Looked up at me, not understanding. I'd always liked my dick sucked before. Always, when we did boy stuff together. Before the clothes. Before the makeup. We sucked each other always, back and forth, and I always liked him sucking me. But somehow, tonight was different. Somehow in my mind tonight, I was already his girl and that made this all wrong.

"Okay," he said. "But I don't understand."

"I just don't feel like being Scott tonight, okay? I just want to be Soni."

"Okay," he nodded, quickly coming up to me to hold me again. "I'm sorry, Soni. I don't know how this works yet."

"Me neither," I told him, embarrassed, ashamed. I didn't know how to say this to him. It was heavy in my heart. "I have a whole bunch of feelings right now but I don't know how they work yet. But I don't want my cock sucked, okay? Just please. Not tonight. Not this night. That part I'm sure of."

He giggled.

"What?" I said. "I was trying to be serious."

He giggled again. "I was just going to say, well, while you figure out what you and your cock want, I have to take a piss."

I giggled too.

He hopped out of bed, bare naked in the dawn. He really was beautiful for 13. Almost perfect. Tan skin. Skinny, tight tummy, but not too ribby. Small but solid muscles on his arms. Such a strong chest. He let me lay on it last night. I felt good there. Safe. Long neck. Pretty Adam's apple. Beautiful shoulders. Mike had beautiful shoulders.

"Come to the bathroom with me," he said. "I'll let you hold my dick while I pee. I'll let you aim it for me."

"You're a pig," I giggled. But I got up and followed him. And I did it. I aimed his dick while he peed in the toilet. It was sexy. It was fun.

I could feel the vibration of his pee as it shot out of his soft stalk and into the bowl. It buzzed between my thumb and forefinger when it came out and it kind of excited me. I flushed when he was done.

"Wipe the drops off and suck me," he said dirtily.

"Let's go back in the bed," I told him. I was still tired. And kind of cold.

"No," he grinned. "Here. Get down on your knees and suck my cock on the bathroom floor, little girl."

It excited me when he said "little girl."

"Really?" I said curiously, with my eyebrow up in the air.

"Do it," he said. "Suck it. On your knees."

I smiled.

"Am I little?" I asked him. "Am I really a little girl."

"Yeah," he grunted, taking his cock and pointing it at me. "Suck it, little girl."

"How little am I, you sicko?"

"10," he answered quickly. "Just like your cousin Amy. You're a little 10-year-old girl with a hairless little pussy, and now you're going to kneel down on the bathroom floor and suck my big cock."

He was getting hard – super hard – just talking to me like that. And I was getting excited hearing him tell me what to do.

I dropped to my knees and put my hands on his ass cheeks and pulled him to me. My mouth opened up like a warm wet tunnel and took his hard cock inside me. It was strong-tasting and exciting. It tasted like salt and sweat and a little bit of lotion.

"Ohhhh, that's hot," he said. "Look at that little mouth, sucking that big hard cock."

I flicked my tongue on his head. Cupped his balls with my palm. Licked his sparse new pube bush a little. Then I took his twitching boner back in my mouth and sucked it really hard.

He was red. His cock was sort of raw and chapped from all the times he fucked me already. But it didn't seem to matter him. I sucked him really deep and he never even winced.

"Oh, that's it, little girl," he moaned. "Eat that big dick, you beautiful little pussy girl."

I was getting excited by his dirty talk. My own little dick, as much as I hated to admit it, was starting to get really, really hard listening to him talk to me that way.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Amy?" he said, and I froze. "I mean, Soni," he added. "Not Amy, you're Soni."

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and grinned at him.

"Do you want me to be Amy for you, Mike?"

He moaned. "Oh yes. Oh please, be Amy."

"I know you want to fuck her, you pervert."

He grinned. "I can't help it. She's 10. She's hot."

"Come on then," I told him. "Come back in the bedroom and fuck Amy in the pussy."

"Put the skirt on," he said in a husky voice. "Put her skirt on, but not her panties."

Excited, trembling, I went back in the bedroom and pulled the skirt out of the disheveled pile of clothing on the floor and quickly stepped into it.

"Oh my God," he moaned. "You're so sexy in that, Scott. Look at that skirt and those cute little titties. I want to fuck you so bad right now."

He came up next to me and bent his head down and started sucking on my nipples.

"OHH!" I gasped unexpectedly, not knowing he'd suck them that hard. He was making them hurt a little. Sucking them. Biting on them.

He cupped my ass cheeks beneath the skirt.

"Gonna fuck this hot ass," he grunted. "Gonna lift up this skirt and fuck you bent over the bed, little girl."

My head was swimming. He was so horny for me. So demanding. I loved it.

"Get over that bed right now, Amy," he whispered in a deep, sexy voice. "It's time for good little girls to get thoroughly fucked right now."

Still standing up, I bent over the end of the bed. Laid my arms flat out in front of me. Let my bottom point toward Mike, who was reaching for the lotion and slathering his cock again. I didn't know how he could do it. I didn't know how he could fuck me this many times in one night. But he was hard with an impossible boner again, and I thought if he didn't put it in me soon I was going to explode.

There was something in my ass and mind I couldn't explain. A want. A hungriness. A dirty, aching need. Just wanting to be filled up by him again and again. Dirty ways. Sweet ways. Romantic ways. Hard ways. I just need him to fuck me again. As hard as he wanted to.

I wiggled my ass at him, hoping he'd hurry.

"You want this, Amy? Don't you, little girl?" he growled. "You want this big cock."

"Oh yes," I whispered. "Oh yes," because I did.

With a rough hand, he hiked my skirt up. Kept it on me, but hiked it up and pressed his cock against my anus.

"NNNNNGGGHH" I grunted out loud as he shoved it in me hard and deep. "Oh fuck, oh fuck – "

I didn't expect him to put it in me that hard. But I liked it. It was bursting in me. Ramming in me. But I loved it. I loved it hard like this. I loved having him take me so roughly.

"Fuck your sweet pussy, little Amy, little girl," he grunted. "Fill your sweet cunt with my big hard-hot FUCK."

It electrified me to hear him use such dirty words.

"Fuck me," I whispered through gritted teeth. "Fill me with your cum again. Cum in me, you fucker."

"Yeah," he hissed. "Gonna fill this pussy up with my cum."

And then he just reamed me. Rammed me. Pumped me rough to a world I'd never seen before.

Almost too hard, I thought, as I grabbed the bed sheets and gritted my teeth.

He was really fucking me deep. Fucking me mean. Or fucking Amy. I didn't know which. But I didn't care. It felt so good. I felt so grown-up being able to take him this way.

"Fuck me!" I grunted. "Fuck me so hard!"

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he grunted, and I could feel him building up steam. I could feel him rushing to the finish line, ready to fuck another hot wad of cum up my ass.

"Do it!" I growled at him. "Fuck me full of you cum! DO IT!"

He grabbed my hips and rammed himself forward with all his might.

"NNNGGGGGHHHHHHHH!" he grunted, and shiver-twitched another hot pump-load up my sore, puffy asshole. God, I was going to ache tomorrow. My whole asshole was going to be on fire.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," he whispered coming down. "You are so fucking hot, Scott. So fucking hot, Amy."

He was panting, breathing. His forehead sweat was dripping on my back.

"Soni, Amy," he panted, confused. "I don't even know what to call you anymore."

My ass was in flames for him. Burning. So sore. But I never wanted him out of it. I collapsed on the bed. He could fuck me again. And again and again. I didn't even care anymore. I didn't care what it felt like, God. Just please don't' let it end. I just fell down exhausted. I had no idea you could be butt fucked into exhaustion, but I was.

He laid down on top of me. It felt so good being pinned under his full, pressing body weight. I could smell his armpits again. Smell his cock. Smell my ass. I wanted to get lost in every single scent of him.

He licked my neck. Kissed it. Sucked it.

"Salty," he said breathlessly. "Your skin is so salty."

I rolled out from under him, flipped out from under. He took me in his arms.

"Please don't make this end, Mike," I sobbed, and suddenly I was crying. He was clutching me to his chest and I was crying, shaking, sobbing in his arms.

"Scott, what's wrong?" he said, rubbing my hair tenderly. "It's okay. Shhhh, what's wrong?"

"This is all going to end," I cried, and the pain was so new it was searing me, burning me. "It's like this now, but this is all pretend. Tomorrow will come and you won't want to do this anymore. You won't want to love me this way."

I broke down and cried as he held me and kissed me.

"I swear," he said. "It's okay, Scott, I swear it'll be okay. Don't cry."

"It was just all a fantasy," I sobbed. "A stupid dumb fantasy. And tomorrow you'll be you again, and we'll go back to normal, and you'll feel dumb and embarrassed, and you won't let this happen, ever again."

I broke down and wailed. I cried in his arms. This hurt me so much. So new. So confusing. Every cell in my body was sad. The aching was rawness. To lose this. To not have this anymore.

"Shhhh," he smiled. "Scott, please...don't's okay..."

"You won't love me like this when we wake up tomorrow."

"Noooo," he said, kissing the tears on my face. "I swear, Scott. I swear, Soni. I want this forever, okay? For as long as you want this, I want it too."

I cried into his chest. Please let it be true.

"Please?" I whispered. "You promise me? Please?"

"For as long as you want this," he said to me gently, "I'm not going anywhere. I love you, Scott. I love you, Soni."

I laughed. Cried. Sobbed. Held him to me. Felt so safe and little in his arms.

"I don't care who you are, Scott. Boy, girl, whoever you need to be. I just love you, okay? Whoever that is."

"Okay," I laughed, wiping my own tears away, embarrassed.

He took my hand in his. Kissed my fingertips.

"We'll figure it out together, okay?" he promised. "Who you are. Who you need to be."

"Okay," I said quietly again.

And we fell asleep like that, holding each other as the sun came up that Saturday. Locked in each other's arms without a single clue what would happen next.

I didn't know who I was anymore. Was I Scott? Was I Soni? Was I Amy sometimes?

I didn't know who he needed me to be. What would make him love me more.

It was all so confusing. But I loved him so much. And in his strong arms, only 13-years-old, but still so steady and strong, it all felt so right.

So natural and complete like that, like we'd really figure it out somehow.

He held me. And he kissed my eyelids. And I felt so safe like that. So complete, and so finally loved.

We were only 13-years-old that year, but somehow, everything would be okay. I knew it would. It would have to be.

And we both fell asleep that morning and slept there for hours.

That first sexy girl time.

My first time as Soni.

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