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YOU WANTED TO KNOW...
By Mr 20 Inch Biceps
"You wanted to know what it was like to be a man; right?" the bodyless
male voice said in my dream. "So be it!" I felt myself, my very
consciousness collapse; everything in my dream went black. At least I
thought it was a dream!
"Hey wake up sleepy head; it's almost nine a.m. and you promised to take
me to the Farmer's Market!"
My eyes opened with a start and tried to focus. Who the hell was that? I
didn't recognize the woman's voice at all. I felt my body turn over
without my instruction and stretch every muscle.
"All right," I heard a man's voice say. "Give me a minute to wake up!" Who
the hell was that? And how did he get into my apartment?
A woman came into view. She was petite and pretty, with dark brown eyes -
and quite naked. My eyes parked at her breasts. I felt a smile cross my
face; but it wasn't me smiling! I couldn't take my eyes off of her
breasts; no matter how hard I tried. I tried to turn my head away and not
look but I couldn't do that either! I ordered my right hand to come up to
my face; but it wouldn't move! What the hell was going on?
"Come here," I heard his voice say; in fact I felt it resonate in my
chest. How could that be? I watched as a male hand went up and pulled the
young woman down on top of me.
"Charlie," she chided. "I can feel it getting hard! We don't have time for
sex! I want to go to the Farmer's Market," she said.
I - I don't know quite how to describe - oh my god - I feel something
growing between my legs! Son of a bitch! What the fuck is going on! Why
can't I say anything, and why can't I move? The hardness I felt growing
got downright insistent as I also felt him kiss her. The longing that I
felt soon turned to painful need as the minutes passed. They broke their
kiss and the woman got up from the bed.
"Now get up and get dressed!" she snapped. "Times' a wastin'"
"Yes, Ma'am," he replied.
I felt the covers being removed from our skin as he sat up in bed. I
suddenly felt an urgent need to go pee. Our head looked down and I saw our
penis standing at stiff attention! 'Just go to the bathroom and get it
over with will you!' I thought. 'And how gross to wake up with that in the
morning!'
We stood and padded our way to the bathroom. I felt him place our hand on
- it; and we began a urine stream standing up! I watched through our eyes
as the water in the toilet bowl turned a deep yellow, then a light golden
brown! My god we had a lot of urine in us! And as we emptied our bladder I
felt the hardness down there slowly ebb away. We shook it and let go of
it. Gross! We turned around and turned on the shower. 'Well, at least the
man had a degree of hygiene' I thought to myself. The water felt great; it
was warm and quite refreshing as we sudsed up our body with a bar of soap.
The smell however of our body lessened thankfully as we continued to
scrub! We actually started to hum in the shower. I didn't recognize the
tune; but I found it relaxed the both of us as we shampooed our hair. We
rinsed it and washed it again for some reason but didn't bother to
condition it. 'He deserved to lose his hair!' I thought as we got out of
the shower and grabbed a towel to dry off.
We worked the towel into our hair with such force I thought for sure we'd
be bald when we were done. Suddenly we were done and we wrapped the towel
around our thing. We took a few steps to the vanity and put our hand up to
the mirror. With a few quick strokes we wiped away the foggy moisture from
the glass and I gasped! I recognized the face in the mirror! The
reflection in the mirror was that of the dark haired, sexy stud, that
lived down the hall from me! Somehow I was inside his body like some kind
of passenger. I watched silently through our piercing blue eyes as they
appraised the reflection in the mirror. We turned our head from side to
side and put a hand up to our jaw line. We took a deep breath and I felt
our hairy, athletic, chest rise and fall.
"Gotta shave," he mumbled to himself and grabbed a can of shaving cream
from inside the medicine cabinet. I watched in curious silence as we put
some of the foam onto the palm of our hand and began to spread it evenly
all over our face. Of course when the razor came out that's when I cringed
and closed my eyes. Big deal, it didn't help much; I still felt the blade
scrape across our skin. In a way it was worse because I couldn't see what
was going on; so I opened my eyes and watched again. We were an expert at
it! We finished without as much as one nick on our pretty face.
We picked up a wash cloth and ran some hot water through it to make it
steamy and hot. I mentally jumped when we put it onto our face. For just a
few seconds it almost felt too hot; but then it seemed to soothe us both.
We dropped the cloth on the side of the vanity and picked up our
toothbrush and paste. Oh, goody! I get to go for this ride too! For a full
two minutes we brushed our teeth, gums, and tongue. We rinsed with that
horrid 'Listerine' shit and then picked up a brush to run it through our
shoulder length hair. Our hair was still wet; and it shined brightly from
the bathroom light.
'He is handsome; almost too handsome,' I thought as the brush went through
our hair one last time. We put the brush back down on the vanity top and
opened the bathroom door. I could hear the woman making racket in another
room with our ears.
"Bout time you got out of the john! Hurry up!" she shouted.
"Just a sec!" he hollered, "I gotta pull on my jeans!"
I watched in horror as we removed our towel from our midsection and picked
up a pair of obviously previously worn jeans and began to pull them on.
'We've got no underwear on!' I thought as we buttoned, and zippered them
up. I was still in the throws of horror when we slid on a pair of leather
sandals barefoot! We then padded to the closet and pulled off a hanger a
blue jean snap closure shirt.
'Well, at least the shirt was clean!' I thought. But I worried that the
jeans we were wearing might smell. We pulled on the shirt as we walked
towards the bedroom door. Again I was aghast! We didn't stop to fix up our
shirt or take one last look at ourselves in the bedroom mirror. No, we
continued to pad down the hall; our shirt was completely open exposing our
sexy, hairy, chest for the entire world to see. A part of me was
screaming, 'Where's your bra!?' I felt so very naked without a bra on as
we met up with the woman in the living room.
"Finally!" she said, as she walked up to us and smiled. "Can we go now?"
she asked.
"Just let me get my sunglasses," he replied. We took a couple of steps to
the coffee table and we bent over and grabbed a pair of dark sunglasses.
From what I can tell they were of masculine design and looked expensive.
They felt incredibly light in our strong hand as we walked toward the
apartment door.
"Ready," he said, with a smile as he put on the dark sunglasses.
The room went almost completely dark as a result of the sunglasses and we
followed the woman out of the apartment. We felt our pockets for our keys
and pulled them out. 'Locking the apartment door with sunglasses on wasn't
the brightest move' I thought as we struggled to insert the key a few
times into the lock. But finally we had success and we heaved our chest
with a great sigh of relief.
We took the woman's hand in one of ours and walked out of the apartment
building. The bright sunlight felt good on our face. The steady breeze
made our chest hair stir. It tickled; but I couldn't laugh. Our shirt,
left open blew in the wind. We turned our head and looked at the woman.
Our eyes zeroed in on her breasts as they lightly bounced as she walked in
the parking lot. We felt our penis start to harden and quickly looked
away. 'Ghastly' I thought, 'and without underwear on?!' We arrived at his
BMW and got in. Within moments we were driving his sporty car towards the
Farmer's Market. I watched mesmerized as our feet alternated with the
brakes, clutch, and gas to propel the vehicle forward. I'd never learned
to operate a manual transmission; but again, we were expert at it! We
drove in silence across city streets; as we waited for stoplights to turn
green; and finally as we parked at the Farmer's Market.
We spoke little to the woman as she shopped the Farmer's Market. Our dark
sunglasses I realized made it easy for our eyes to roam and linger. Our
eyes fancied breasts I discovered; covered or generously exposed it didn't
matter; we looked at them. When the woman purchased a variety of fresh
vegetables we carried them in a box with our strong arms. The box we kept
hoisted at about waist level it hid our excitement as we continued to view
the female sex. I couldn't read his mind and the man I was a passenger in
didn't seem to realize I was onboard. We followed the woman as she added
to our box: five pounds of apples, a generous box of plums, and a small
box of cherry tomatoes. We grunted some as we hoisted the box back up
against our middle and started back towards his car. I was relieved to be
leaving; and a little embarrassed to be walking like we were. I felt like
her beast of burden as we carried her box of assorted veggies and fruit.
Her box pinched against our skin at times as our legs plodded our body
forward. Our shirt left open, had been a foresight on our part I had not
considered. The heat of the summer sun felt good on our skin as we walked;
but had our shirt been snapped closed I suspect we would be rather hot by
now as we continued to carry her box. The steady breeze felt cool as it
tickled our chest hair again and again. We looked down at the contents of
her box; we were hungry I realized when I felt our stomach growl. The
woman failed to hear it as we quickened our pace towards his car. I
watched with interest as we placed her box in the trunk and closed it. We
took a deep breath and sighed before we joined the woman inside his BMW.
She turned to us and said, "Thank you for taking me."
We smiled at her and looked at her generous breasts through our dark
sunglasses.
"No problem," he said, as turned and put the key into the ignition.
We drove again across city streets to an apartment complex I didn't
recognize. 'Ah, it belongs to her,' I thought, as we parked the car and go
out. I was amazed at the relative ease that we removed the heavy box from
the trunk. 'Our body is strong' I realized as we made our way inside her
apartment building. The woman was kind enough to hold open the doors for
us as we struggled with her box; but I could sense a vast reservoir of
physical strength yet untapped. 'Our body is very strong!' I now knew. We
deposited her box on her kitchen counter with ease; grateful to finally be
done with her task! We looked at her through our dark sunglasses. Our body
wanted her I realized suddenly. One of our hands quickly removed our
sunglasses and instantly our vision filled with sunlight. 'That's better!'
I thought as we approached the woman and took her into our arms.
"What's my reward?" he said, as we slowly moved in and kissed her on the
lips.
I felt our penis kick start in our pants! Our lips parted and our tongue
pulled back inside our mouth. Our kiss was wonderful!
"Mmmm, what do you want for your reward?" she whispered.
Our eyes locked with hers and we smiled.
"I think these will keep," he said motioning to the box. We led her by the
hand to her bedroom and fell onto her bed. Again, I was in the throes of
horror as we ravaged her body with kisses and more!
We were an expert at removing female attire I noticed. Within seconds we
too were naked with our stiff pole pointing towards the ceiling and aching
to fill her hole. 'So this is what it felt like to long for the female
sex' I thought as we neared her opening with our pole in our hand. The
throbbing in our organ grew ever more intense as the seconds passed. We
slid our male sex in her as far as we could. 'It felt like home,' I
realized immediately.
We were much like the honeybee whose only function was to pollinate! We
began to pump up and down quite automatically; gliding our throbbing organ
against her insides. Our pumping increased in speed, depth, and rhythm.
Our breathing grew labored as we continued to vigorously pummel the woman
with our organ. The woman moaned. The feeling of her claws in our back
sent us into overdrive. The woman's pelvis bucked up to met ours as we
pounded our hammer into her. The friction between us grew and I felt the
woman shudder and cry out from underneath our body. We slowed our
relentless pounding - some - as we continued to ride her bucking pelvis.
We gasped, and cried out as our body quickened its pace - up, down, up,
down, until finally I felt our body stiffen, and explode in a series of
pulsating ejaculations. I could literally feel our semen as it traveled
out from our balls and through our penis! The release I felt was
unexpected and we collapsed upon the woman exhausted. We rolled off of the
woman and onto her bed with a slurping sound and a most unusual sensation
as our penis was pulled out of her. We breathed deeply and for quite some
time until we fell asleep.
Our eyes opened and I discovered - they were my eyes. I was back in my own
bedroom; in my own bed. 'What an amazing dream' I thought, 'it felt so
real!' I put a hand up to my breast and squeezed it tight. There was
nothing quite like masturbating as a woman and soon I was fast asleep. I
slept so soundly I didn't even notice if I dreamed or not. I threw the
blankets off of me and went to take a shower. It was Saturday and I hadn't
left the house at all yet and it was already noon! I decided to visit the
Farmer's Market before it closed today at four p.m. I suppose it was my
dream that inspired my decision; but no matter. I put on a pair of jeans,
my bra, and a tee shirt. I grabbed my car keys off the kitchen table and
slipped my feet into my thongs at the front door. I thought about my dream
again, the man, and the woman who'd visited the very same Farmer's Market
I was about to go to. I could see her vegetables and fruit in her box as
the man carried them for her; they all looked so delicious! I hoped that
there was plenty left for me as I opened my apartment door and walked out.
I closed the door and inserted the key into the lock. I caught movement
out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look.
"Hello," he said, "how are you today?"
My jaw fell open and for a moment I found my mouth would not work!
"I - I'm fine!" I said, as I watched him pass me in the hall. I fumbled as
I tried to turn the key in the lock; my hand was shaking. I glanced down
the hall once again at the retreating figure of the handsome hunk. He was
wearing sunglasses, leather sandals barefoot, and a pair of jeans, with a
matching snap closure jean shirt. The shirt was left open exposing his
sexy, dark haired, chest...
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