My Evolving Transition – Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

My Evolving Transition – Ch. 05

... Jessa, and now it seems I have a weakness or unfulfilled desire. She didn’t force those pills on me, I willingly took them. I did this to me.

Once I returned home, I lay on my bed at home pondering dark thoughts. I lay naked, looking at my limp cock. when I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, a voice invaded my thoughts, I kept whispering “faggot”, “faggot.”

Annoyed I jumped up and punched the mattress of my bed. I spent the evening fighting my inner thoughts, and each time I poured myself a glass of straight bourbon.

Is this why I can’t fully grow a boner anymore, five inches if I am lucky, or why I cum with a flaccid cock, what a pathetic excuse! I spent that night restless, naked, and thinking bad thoughts.

*

The next morning, there was a half-drunk bottle of bourbon sitting on my kitchen cabinet. I must have been stressing out a bit.

I took a walk to ward off my frustrations, and the minor stiffness in my muscles.

When I reached the park I stretched my calves against a fence, before continuing to walk through the park. It was mid-morning and I saw none of the troublemakers were hanging out there.

By the time I was on my return trip, I was almost jogging, as my muscles were only mildly hindering me.

I then had lunch with my mother and spent the day watching TV.

The following day, I went for another walk and jog, before having lunch with my mother. Then after lunch, I decided to walk to Zayne’s place.

I must admit I was wearing ...

... questionable clothes once again. My brain wasn’t thinking wisely. It had been 3-4 days since I last saw Zayne.

So, I cut through the park wearing tattered denim cut-off shorts, no boxers, a baggy peach T-shirt (tied in a knot to one side), a denim vest (with heavy metal patches), sunglasses, and running shoes. My hair was untied and loose under my beanie.

There I was wandering through the park and past where all the thugs hang out, near the picnic bench and restrooms. It was 2:30 PM. Oh my god, I almost shit myself. There were about ten thugs there, just hanging out. In panic, my heart raced, as I made my way by them.

I walked a little bit like a girl like I had been for a while now, but much more exaggerated with my sudden anxiety. As they mingled, they just stared at me, just like prey as I walked by them.

I looked back when I thought I had walked a safe distance from them. When I knew it was safe, I stopped and hyperventilated.

*

It was 3:00 PM by the time I was at Zayne’s doorstep. I rang his doorbell, still panicking and walking in circles while I waited for someone to answer the door. Zayne answered wearing only boxer shorts. His mother had already left for work.

I quickly entered and hugged, before explaining why.

Once inside, we trotted down to his bunker, aka his basement/bedroom. I led him in by holding one of his fingers. Once downstairs, he grabbed me by the back of my shorts, like a toddler, and yanked me back into him. I could feel his bulge, as ...