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{ASS} IDENTITY CRISIS {Hungry Guy} (Mpov cons oral caution)
By: Hungry Guy

    Phew!  Today's Pre-Calculus lecture was murder.  At least that was 
my last class that day.  It was still early afternoon, so I headed down 
to the study room in the basement of the Bio-Technology Building.  Some 
of us called it the Fish Tank because it had a wall of windows facing 
into a foyer where several corridors met.  Another wall of glass on an 
opposite wall gave a view of the campus data center. 

    The Fish Tank had some conference tables and a bunch of chairs 
scattered.  Two guys I recognized from Computer Science 101 were at the 
far end poring over a COBOL listing.  And Lisa, a super cute girl from 
my Business Accounting 102 class, was at another table intently reading 
a textbook and taking notes.  I'd have loved to join her--I could sure 
use some help in that class--but I knew I'd make jerk of myself.  When 
it came to girls, I was clueless.  

    I took a seat at an empty table and pulled out today's campus 
newspaper.  _Star Trek: Temporal Corps_ had opened last weekend, so I 
figured to treat myself to a movie.  I opened the paper to the listings 
and fingered down the list.

    A pile of books clattered on the other side of the table.  "Hi 
Peter!  What'cha doing?" 

    I looked up.  "Hi, Logan," I said.  Logan was in my Data Structures 
class.  Until that moment, he and I had never spoken to each other.  
"I'm just thinking about going to a movie, maybe.  I don't have any 
more classes today."

    He jammed a calculator into one of the many pockets of his baggy 
cargo pants, sat across from me, and shoved his books aside.  "Me 
neither.  What movie you going to?  I'd love to see _A Girl's Heart._  
I hear it's really good."

    "Huh?  What you wanna see some stupid chick flick for?  Unless 
you're taking a girl to see it."

    Logan gave me the strangest look just then.

    "Uhm," I stammered at his stare, "I'm going to see Star Trek."

    "Cool!" he said.  "I wouldn't mind seeing it.  I've always liked 
Star Trek.  You remember the _Trouble With Tribbles_ from the original 
series?"

    "Oh yeah!" I laughed.  "That's one of my favorite episodes of all 
the series!  Do you remember when Sisko from _Deep Space 9_ went back 
in time and _helped_ Kirk solve the Klingon problem?" 

    "Yeah!" he pointed at me with a big grin.  "I love it when they tie 
the different series together like that."

    "Me too!  Picard was always making references to the original 
Enterprise and how Kirk solved some mystery or another."  

    "I wish they'd bring _Next Gen_ back on TV, or maybe _The NEXT Next 
Gen._  So who you going with?" he asked.

    "Just by myself," I said.

    "Oh?  No girlfriend?"

    "No, I don't have a girlfriend."  I almost told him that I'm a 
total klutz with women, but that's just something one guy never admits 
to another guy.  "And I don't know too many people at school yet.  But 
I don't want to miss it."

    "What time is it playing?" he asked.

    "Let's see," I said as I glanced back down at the paper.  "It 
starts in about an hour over at the Googolplex at the mall."

    "Great!" he said.  "We can make it if we hurry!"

    Huh?  What's with the _"we?"_  But I guess it'd be nice to go with 
a friend.  As we stood, I glanced back--I'd much rather go to the movie 
with Lisa than with Logan.  Oh well. 

    "What'cha looking at?" he asked.

    I whispered at Logan, "Lisa's sure hot, huh?"

    "I guess," he said.  

    "You guess?" I said.  Is Logan gay, or what?

    "She has problems.  She's noticed you.  She thinks you're cute, but 
her boyfriends all break up with her after a few months.  Stay away 
from her, Peter."

    "How would you know _that?"_ I asked.  "That's the kind of secret 
stuff girls talk about in whispers in the girls' bathroom."

    "I, well," he stammered.  "I've just heard, is all."

    Lisa thinks I'm cute, huh?  That's interesting.  But how could 
Logan know about that?  And so what if her relationships don't last!  I 
bet she's hot in bed!  

    "What?" I said when I noticed Logan looking at me as we walked 
through one of the underground tunnels toward the dorms and the parking 
lot.  

    "What are you thinking, Peter?" he asked.

    "Nothing," I shrugged. 

    "Okay, so how we going?" he asked.  "Bus?"

    "Naw!  I have a car."

    "Cool!"

    We made it to the mall just in time to get some popcorn and find 
some empty seats in the back just before the previews started.  

    "Wow!" Logan and I said together and looked at each other.

    "They're making _Star Trek: Starfleet Academy_ next," I said.

    "Can't miss that!" he said.

    "No way!" I added.  _"Starfleet Academy_ is gonna be uber-
fredashay!" 

    The movie started, and the Temporal Corps saved the galaxy from 
some menace that would have wiped out humanity before we even climbed 
down from the trees in Africa.

    As we were pulling out of the movie, Logan asked, "So what do you 
want to do now?"

    "I dunno," I answered.  "I was just going to go back to the dorm 
and chill."

    "You hungry?"

    "A little.  Why?  You wanna stop for pizza or something?"

    "I live off-campus near here.  I can make us something quick."

    "Thanks Logan, but I don't want to be a mooch."

    "It's no problem!  Really!"

    "Well, okay then."

    Logan lived in a small apartment above some garage.  "I'll take 
care of it," he called out as he walked into his tiny kitchen.  "You 
just have a seat and watch TV or something, okay?"

    "Sure," I said as I found the TV remove and started channel 
surfing.

    "Want a beer?" he asked.

    "Sure!"

    "Rice and French fries okay?"

    I laughed. "Sure!"  Living on a college student's budget made for 
some odd culinary combinations.

    Logan brought me a beer, and I had found _Slut Wars_ on the _Guy 
Channel:_ near-naked women battled to be the sole survivor in a melee 
set in some industrial techno-grunge environment full of high-voltage 
electric fences, spinning saw blades, corridors with crusher walls, 
trap doors over pits of molten lava, and other nasty traps.    

    "Awww, how can you watch that?" he said while carrying in our 
plates of rice and fries.  "That's so fake!"

    "Yeah, but who cares?  The girls are so hot in those black leather 
bikinis!"

    "Really?" he shrugged.  "I guess they are."  

    For the second time, I had to wonder if Logan was gay.  I wouldn't 
say he was effeminate, but it occurred to me that if he were a girl, 
he'd make a cute girl.  Ewww, gross!  What?  Am I turning gay now?  
Yuck!  Anyway, maybe I should eat quick and bail.  

    Logan sat and we watched the amazons battle it out.  It sure looked 
real to me when one of them, being chased by another with a chain saw, 
slipped and fell down a slide into the spinning maw of a wood chipper 
and we saw her body shredded right before our eyes as blood spurted 
everywhere.   

    "Ewww!" Logan gasped.  "I'm going to throw up, even if that is 
fake."

    I laughed and tossed him the remote.  "Change it if you want."  

    He caught the remote and found _Logan's Run_ starting on the _Sci-
Fi_ Channel.  "The girls at school used to always make fun of my name 
because of this movie," he said.

    "Yeah, I had my share of bullies in school too," I said.  "But they 
were never girls."

    "Oh, uhm," he stammered, "there were a lot of girls at my school."

    "Lucky you!" I laughed and nudged him in the arm with my elbow.

    Finishing my meal, I started to stand since it was getting late.  
"Thanks for the grub, dude!  It was really nice of you.  See you 
tomorrow in class, okay?"

    "Wait, Peter!" he said.  

    "What?" 

    "Before you go, can I show you something?  About me?"

    "I guess," I stammered.

    Logan peeled his baggy sweatshirt up over his head and tossed it 
onto the sofa.  

    "What?" I asked.  I didn't see anything--not a scar or anything.  I 
almost made a joke about his man-tits, but what with all the estrogen 
and other hormones in food these days, that's not so strange.  

    "What are you showing me?  I don't see any scars or anything?"

    "Oh man!" he snorted and threw his arms up.  "Then one more thing, 
okay?"

    He turned away from me and dropped his baggy pants.  When I saw he 
was wearing girl's underwear, I poised to bolt.  As I was about to jump 
the sofa, he pulled his underpants down and faced me, completely naked. 

    Holy shit!  Instead of a dick, he had a slit amid a hairy bush--a 
pussy--not that I'd ever seen a real live naked pussy before.

    "Well?" he, or rather, _it,_ said.

    "Okay, so you're a he-she; a transsexual.  Well, I'm a live-and-
let-live kind of guy, but I'm straight.  I gotta go!"

    I jumped the sofa, but Logan beat me to the door.  "Wait!" it said.  
"Please, Peter!  Just wait a second!" 

    "What?" I asked sharply, ready to put up a fight with this queer.

    "I'm _not_ a transsexual, Peter!" it shouted.  "I'm a girl!  I was 
born a girl!  I was raised a girl!  I've always been a girl!"

    I didn't know what to say.

    It sat on a table next to the door and started to cry.  I felt 
terrible, but I just wanted to get out of there in the worst way.

    It looked up at me and said in its husky voice, "My mom died when I 
was a baby and my father raised me all by himself.  Sure, my voice is 
kind of throaty and masculine.  And I don't have much of a chest, as 
you can see.  And they gave me this stupid unisex name.  So I guess I 
never learned to be very feminine.  And you're not the first to think 
I'm a boy.  But I'm a real biological girl!  I swear, Peter!"

    "Okay, so you're a real girl," I said.  "That's, er, great."

    It stood and walked up to me.  "So you'll stay?" it asked as it 
wiped the tears from its eyes.

    "Er, yeah, I guess I can stay a little longer."  My first class 
wasn't until late the next day, so what's the harm in being its friend?

    Before I could move, it put its arms around me and hugged me.

    I hugged it back, then leaned back.  "So why don't you put your 
clothes back on and we'll watch the rest of _Logan's Run,_ okay?"  

    It, or rather, _she,_ looked at me with a weird grin.  "There's a 
naked girl hanging onto you, and you want to watch TV?"

    "Well..." 

    "I have a better idea," she said.

    "What?"

    "Why don't you take your clothes off, too?"

    I wasn't sure about that.  Okay, she was a girl--a real girl.  And 
she was asking me to get naked with her.  I could think of no reason to 
refuse.

    I pulled my tee shirt over my head and pulled my jeans and Jockeys 
off.  

    She backed away a little with her hands still gripping my upper 
arms.  My first real look at her, as a girl, gave me shivers.  She 
really did have a pretty face; it was just one of those faces that had 
no clear male or female features.  Her short brown hair was cut in a 
guy's style, more or less.  She had no chest to speak of, though her 
nipples were puffed out just like a girl's.  And with all her baggy 
clothes off, she had a pleasing shape, with a narrow waist and curvy 
hips.  And her big brown eyes were so beautiful.  

    I leaned into her and we kissed.  Drinking a girl's saliva from her 
mouth seemed so kinky to me.

    She broke the kiss and took my hand.  Leading me into the bedroom, 
she dropped to her knees.  "Can I have a close look at this?" 

    Before I could answer, she took my limp dick in her hand and 
fondled it gently.  It started to grow.  "Oh my!" she gasped.  

    "You've never seen one do that?"

    She looked up at me.  "No.  I've never seen one at all.  I mean in 
person.  I've seen pictures."

    "Me too," I said.

    "Huh?"

    "I mean I've never seen a naked girl before, except in pictures."

    "But I bet you wish the first girl you're with would have been 
pretty, and had a chest, right?"

    "Logan!  You _are_ pretty!  And your chest, well, I don't care 
about that like a lot of guys do."

    "You're sweet."  She leaned forward and kissed the tip of my dick.  
It got a little bit bigger.

    "There's something I've practiced so much and always wanted to do."

    "What?" I asked.

    "This!" she said.  She opened her mouth and engulfed my cock.  It 
felt so good!  It had been a few days since I had jerked off, and I was 
ready to come.  The pressure built in my loins until I was about to 
explode.  I grabbed her hair and pulled her face to my crotch, jamming 
my rigid member down her throat.

    And then, all my senses and motor functions shut down.  It was 
nothing like giving myself a hand job.  I was floating in a void--like 
a sensory deprivation chamber.  I couldn't feel my body or my hands, 
though I knew my hands had an iron grip on the back of Logan's head, 
holding it tightly to my crotch.  The only sensation I felt was of my 
cock throbbing, immersed in the warm wetness of her gullet, pumping out 
my seed over and over and over again.

    The world started to reappear around me and I regained control of 
my body.  Oh my God!  Logan's body was bucking and thrashing wildly at 
my feet with her face mashed to my crotch.  I released her head and she 
fell backward gasping for breath.

    "Logan!" I screamed, kneeling by her side.  "Are you okay?  I'm 
sorry!  I didn't know I would do that!  Logan!"

    She caught her breath and looked at me.  "I'm okay," she sputtered.  
"I didn't know you'd lose control of yourself like that."

    "I didn't know either.  I'm sorry, Logan."

    "I'll forgive you if..."

    "If what?"

    She grinned in a way that gave me pause.  "If you do the same thing 
for me."

    "What do you mean?"

    She climbed into her bed on her back and spread her legs.  "Come 
here," she said pointing at her crotch.

    I climbed in and found my face bare inches from her twat.  The 
musky odor seemed, somehow, compelling.  "What do I do?"

    She spread her pussy lips and slid her finger into a depression in 
the bright red flesh.  "This is my vagina.  You can fuck it with your 
tongue to get me wet."

    She moved her fingers up and fingered a little pimple where her 
pussy lips joined together at her muff.  "This is my clit.  Suck on it 
just like I sucked your dick to make me come."

    I moved in and she rested her legs over my shoulders and on my 
back.  Her pussy was already wet, but I licked over her vagina and slid 
my tongue into it.  With every lick, I swallowed ever-increasing 
amounts of warm, musky juice from her pussy.  

    Then I moved to her clit.  As I sucked the little nub of her clit 
into my mouth, she gasped and clamped her legs around my head and 
pulled my face hard into her pussy.  I continued sliding the little nub 
in and out with my breath, as my mouth slowly filled with yet more 
pussy juice.  Then she lost control just like I did.  Her body began 
bucking wildly in sync to every time I drew her clit into my mouth.  It 
was such a rush to be in control of her body like that!  

    Then her thighs began to crush my head and her legs bore down on my 
back.  She grabbed the back of my head by the hair, just as I had done 
to her, and pulled my face even tighter to her cunt with such strength 
that I wouldn't have believed humanly possible.  

    With how much strength must I have been pulling her face to my 
crotch before?  

    "Stop!  Stop!" she moaned.  "I can't take any more."

    I released the suction on her clit, and, after a few seconds, she 
released my head from her multi-limbed cage. 

    "Come here," she said.  

    I crawled up her body and lay on top of her.  She pulled my face to 
hers and we kissed once again--a long, lingering, wet kiss that must 
have thoroughly exchanged several mouthfuls of saliva.

    "You want to fuck me now?" she asked.

    "Do you have any rubbers?"

    "No," she said.  "I never planned it to happen this way.  I figured 
we'd just start dating a while before we had sex.  But what about you?  
Don't guys always carry rubbers?"

    "Nope.  I have some back at the dorm, just in case I ever got 
lucky.  But I didn't bring them because, well..."

    "Because you didn't know I was a girl," she said with a pout.  

    I laughed.  "I'm really sorry about that, Logan!  You are such a 
pretty girl!"  

    "Do you want me?"

    "Oh yes!"

    "Do you want to take me?"

    "Yes, Logan!  I want to take you so much!  But we can't..." 

    "Peter, I've had a crush on you since I first saw you in class.  
And you never noticed me.  You always looked right through me."

    "Yeah, well..."

    "You didn't know I was a girl..."

    "I said I'm sorry about that, Logan..."

    "And on our date tonight, you were a perfect gentleman.  You never 
even touched me at all.  I was beginning to wonder if you were gay." 

    I gasped.  "Well, that's because..."

    "That's because you thought I was a guy..." 

    "You're not going to let me live that down, are you, Logan?"

    "No-o-o-o," she said with a giggle.

    I smiled and kissed her.

    She said, "Would you believe me if I told you I love you?"

    "I.  I..." I stammered.  What do I say to that?

    "Relax, Peter.  You don't have to tell me you love me back.  I 
wouldn't believe you if you did."

    Phew!  But she loves me?  Really?

    "What are you thinking?" she asked.

    "You are such a wonderful girl!  You're a wonderful person, Logan!  
I can't say that love you now, but I could see myself being in love 
with you in the very near future."

    "Then take me, Peter!"

    "Take you?  Are you serious?"

    "If you really want me, I'm yours!  Take me!"

    My cock was hard again at the thought.  Reaching down between her 
legs, her pussy was still soaking.  With a grin, she reached down and 
grabbed my cock and steered it in.  I slid my hips forward, sliding my 
cock deep into her.  

    We kissed and I began pumping her.  Once again, the pressure built 
in my loins until I lost control again.  In a lip lock, I grabbed her 
shoulders and my body went into auto-pilot again.  I had a vague sense 
of her tongue wrestling against mine while I felt my spunk shot out of 
my cock over and over again.   

    Soon, I was spent.  Her pussy still held a grip on my limp cock as 
I lay on top of her, kissing and swapping spit.  

    I was exhausted.  It was the strangest sensation that my body 
should be demanding sleep all of a sudden.  

    "I know," she whispered.  "You're tired now, aren't you?"

    "Yeah, how'd you know?"

    "It's something that girls just know about guys."

    I started to roll off her.

    "No!  Stay inside me!"

    "Okay, but won't I be too heavy on you to sleep?"

    "Maybe.  A lot of girls push their guys off them after sex.  But I 
want to go to sleep with you still inside me.  If you're willing, that 
is."

    "Sure!" I yawned.  It sure felt good to just lay on top of a girl, 
anticipating sleep.  "Say, how about next weekend, I'll take you to see 
that _'stupid'_ chick flick you want to see?"

    "Sure," she smiled.  "It's a date!"

    We kissed, then I lowered my chin onto her shoulder, closed my 
eyes, and wondered what the future will hold for me and Logan as we 
drifted off to sleep together.

    * END *


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