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This story is a prequel to an earlier story called Hard
Time Sex and was begun soon after we finished our earlier
collaboration. Unfortunately, it has been more than a year
since I have been able to reach Jennifer to get an okay
from her to publish this final version of the story. Since
I have not heard back from her, I am sending it in for your
enjoyment just as I finished it. I only hope that my
interest in perversely exciting characters and situations
has not gone too far for her to be happy with it. My
primary wish is that our many fans will derive great
pleasure over many readings. It is why I write trannie
erotica in the first place: as a gift to you.
I hope I speak for both of us when I say that we write our
stories for your pleasure and we hope they bring you many
moments of release and contentment. Feel free to share our
story with any other story site but please attribute it to
us. And finally, please write if you enjoyed it for I would
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Jenn's Hunger (Hard Time Sex - Prequel)
Copyright by Marcia St.Denis and Jennifer Stewart
Chapter One - Freshman Blues
Jeremy Stewart stood looking out his dorm window wondering
if he was going to make it. He felt incredibly lonely and
completely forgotten. He was miserable and wanted
desperately to cry. But he knew that his roommate might
walk in at any moment and the only thing worse than feeling
this miserable would be to show anyone his weakness or let
anyone know how he felt. He had imagined college would be a
lot different than he had found it: more exciting with a
campus full of talented, sensitive people like him.
Instead, he had found it to be rather uncaringly cold and
anonymous and he was terribly unhappy. Not only was he
feeling lost on campus but he also knew there was no going
home. Regardless of how horrible it was at school, there
was no future at all for someone like him back in the dusty
farming community he came from. He had spent a lifetime
dreaming about getting away from the confines of his quiet
little backwater and the last thing he wanted was to go
back with his tail between his legs. He was alone.
Yet he knew he was an extremely imaginative and creative
artist with a promising future as a designer and he knew he
would just have to stay in design school and hone his
talent. He figured that there were plenty of reasons why he
was ignored and overlooked. He was diminutive and quiet and
certainly not the kind of boy that attracted lots of female
attention. At 5' 4" he was slim and blessed with a smooth,
luminous complexion. Not only didn't he ever need to shave
his face but he had no body hair either, just a small tuft
above his penis and it was extremely light and short. His
face was remarkable for its softness. One would almost call
him pretty rather than handsome.
Although he was loathe to acknowledge it, he knew he was
actually very attractive to a small portion of the school.
He had drawn a lot of speculation within the gay community,
who saw him as a darling little addition to the landscape.
But although Jeremy knew he attracted attention from some
of the more aggressive gay boys he was generally oblivious
to the looks and the comments his presence elicited
throughout the community since no one ever seemed to
approach him to get acquainted and he was far too shy to
introduce himself to anyone he thought looked interesting.
As a result, he had spent the first month of school alone
and totally isolated without anyone to talk to or do things
with. His only solace was his almost compulsive
masturbation in spite of his embarrassment at needing to do
it so frequently. Every day when he awakened he vowed to
stop yet, within hours, and usually after one of his
women's fashion classes, his overwhelming sexual hunger
forced all other thoughts out of his mind and, like a
junkie looking for a place to shoot up, he would have to
find some hidden corner of campus to pull his cock out of
his pants and quickly make himself spurt out his desperate
loneliness and need in the form of long, thick ropes of
white sticky cum.
He would start by slipping his delicate hands into his open
fly and snake out his long, hard prick. He thrilled at the
thought that he would dare to expose himself in a public
place and the ever-present risk of being spotted by other
people only served to elevate the eroticism of what he did.
As he made a circle with his index finger and thumb, he
loved the feeling of complete abandon he felt as he let his
fingers slip down over the glans. He shivered at the feel
of the inevitable lubrication of his pre-cum being smeared
over the head of his penis. It felt so good, this initial
encircling of his desire-crazed cock. Jeremy was convinced
that being circumcised made him more sensitive and he swore
he could feel every single cell of his larger than average
sized penis more acutely than uncut boys. That must be the
reason he needed to cum so frequently!!!
Smearing the pre-cum over the top of his prick and down
over the glans allowed his hand to travel that much more
rapidly and smoothly over the super-sensitive skin. He
would often take out a pair of women's smooth satin panties
that he carried with him to slip over the top of his cock
so he could feel the cool sensuous smoothness of his
favorite fabric. As he stroked himself into a harder,
hungrier state of sexual need, he would think of the
lovely, revealing lingerie or the feminine sexiness of the
clothes he'd seen and handled earlier in the day in his
previous classes and catch his breath as he imagined that
he was humping his cock up and into its soft smoothness.
Imagining himself buried in the softness of its folds he
would feel a heightened sense of urgency in his almost
desperate need to cum.
The prospect of releasing his pent up, white-hot, creamy
desire would send his fingers into a paroxysm of frenzied
activity and within minutes he would sense the building
explosion coming. When he finally allowed himself to shoot
out his come and feel it pulse up and through his hard hot
column of flesh he would look down so he could thrill to
the sight of his slippery, sticky jizm spew out of the tip
of his angry looking red cockhead and fly out onto the
ground or into the confines of the panties. He also loved
the feeling of tightness that overwhelmed him as his
hairless ball sac would shrivel to a hard little ball and
his penis head would grow in circumference just moments
before he blew his load. When the cum began to boil in his
ballsack and then begin its climb up his cock, he would
reach down with his free hand and lightly tickle his balls
in order to milk out every last drop of his sweet nectar.
After his last convulsive shudder of release, he would feel
faint with the shame of what he had done and the
overwhelming need that pushed him to do it and all he would
want to do was to lie down and sleep. But, just as always,
instead he forced himself to look around in fear that he
had been spotted and, with the glazed look of a sexually
satiated boy, he slowly made his way back into the hallway
or onto the path that he had left in his desperate, almost
frantic, search for another cum. His dark brown eyes gave
him the look of a startled doe. His wide sensuous mouth,
small aquiline nose and high cheekbones gave his face a
decidedly feminine allure, while his long shapely legs and
delicate ankles combined with his long thin fingers made
him appear thin and feline and graceful, much the same way
fashion models looked. In fact it was noted by more than a
few that his mannerisms had a grace to them that few boys
possessed.
Jeremy had barely turned 18 when he went off to art school.
He was in his second month at the New York College of
Fashion and Art and his mood that afternoon matched the
weather outside: gray and morose. He knew no one other than
his roommate who ignored him completely and the loneliness
pressed in remorselessly. Every night he had slipped into
his satin pajamas, washed moisturized his face, slipped
into the softness of his eyelet edged sheets and jacked off
to the thought of various girls and ladies wearing the
dresses and/or lingerie he had designed. After choking back
his cry of bliss at shooting his spunk out into the soft,
silky crotch of his pajamas and then enjoying the feeling
of his sperm growing cold and sticky on his cock, balls,
stomach and thigh, his thoughts would once more turn to his
desperate loneliness and he would find himself crying
himself to sleep, But quietly of course for it would have
been a disaster if his roommate Tony had heard him.
Tony was a macho Latino type who got up at six every
morning for a five-mile run and three nights weekly worked
out in the gym. Jeremy's 120-pound frame looked puny beside
Tony's magnificent physique and he felt intimidated just
being in the same room. Most nights, Jeremy was asleep
before Tony even got home. They rarely saw each other, let
alone talked or did things together.
Jeremy was a talented artist with a keen and vivid
imagination but, as yet, he had not had the kind of classes
where he could display his innate ability. In fact, he felt
as if he had made a disastrous start at school and now all
he wanted to do was quit and go home. Yet he knew that path
led to a dead end.
All during his adolescence he had thought that he wanted to
go into the fashion trade, designing women's clothes. He
had always had a love affair with the soft fabrics of
women's clothes and he knew how to get the most out of them
when draped on the human body. He wanted to pursue that
interest in school. He had first displayed his interest and
abilities at the tender age of 6 when, one day while he was
busy drawing, he had been vaguely aware that his mother was
sewing an evening gown for a local Kiwanis holiday ball.
While she was trying it on, but before it had been
finished, he had looked up from his drawing paper and
suggested that she alter the way it came off her shoulders.
It was a simple suggestion but it transformed the gown from
being rather common to being truly stunning. From that
moment on his mother would always turn to him for advice on
any designs she was thinking of sewing and she made sure
she took him shopping with her whenever she went into town
to look for something new to wear.
Within a few years all of her friends and their daughters
were coming over to seek out his advice on their clothes as
well. Jeremy had a great eye and a great sense of style.
Instinctively, he knew what looked good and what didn't and
more importantly, he knew what alterations to make to turn
a nice outfit into a spectacular one. He had a love affair
with the female form going and he could make any woman
become as sexy as she wanted to be with just a few simple
suggested modifications or additions to an outfit. He loved
feeling important and needed. He had also grown to love the
feel of the fabrics as they slid through his hands and
invariably he would have to surreptitiously reach down to
adjust his hardening penis as he worked with his mother or
her friends.
By the time he was 9 he had learned how to wrap his penis
in a piece of satin or in the silky back of a pair of
panties or slipped into one of his mother's stockings so
that his had would slide effortlessly over his glans as he
masturbated his way to another orgasm. Things became a
little more difficult after he had reached puberty and he
started to leave puddles of cream in the articles of
clothing or the fabric. He quickly solved this little
problem by stealing what he needed off the clotheslines he
passed on his way through back yards while going to and
from school.
Very quickly he learned how to design and sew lingerie and
had mastered the engineering complexities of the bra. While
making lingerie for his mother and her friends, it was the
easiest thing in the world to make a few little skimpy
panties for himself. Although he used them primarily to
drape over his cock to masturbate into it wasn't long
before he discovered the thrill of wearing them beneath the
rough pants boys had to wear. Throughout his teen years he
wore women's panties whenever he felt he could get away
with it and even this little quirk had a silver lining: he
knew first hand what worked and what didn't work in the way
of design, construction and materials used for maximum
comfort and beauty in women's lingerie. By the time he
graduated from high school he knew nothing could stop him
from becoming a successful fashion designer.
Tony, on the other hand, was going into computer graphics
and made it clear that he thought Jeremy was a fag. He told
Jeremy that he was embarrassed to bring his friends to the
room because Jeremy always left his designs and half-sewn
dresses and blouses and skirts in plain view. Tony loved
tormenting the poor boy by asking when he would be modeling
his latest creations and by repeatedly announcing with mock
fear that he was looking for a room change, as he was
afraid Jeremy might try to sneak into his bed to ravish him
while he was sound asleep. This made Jeremy feel totally
mocked and miserable but he was helpless to know how to
respond and simply tried to avoid being in his room until
it was time to go to bed. Every day he sat in the student
lounge or the library studying and sketching and he would
only get his sewing out when he thought Tony wouldn't be
around.
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