Graduation

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Give it the Star it deserves and remember, it's just a fantasy.

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It had been a whirlwind final six weeks of high school. From coming out as a trans girl that's into guys to having my childhood best friend and high schools most popular guy become my love interest, everything became all gas, no brakes.

That first week of my coming out set the tone for Devon and me. He couldn't keep his hands off of me, and I couldn't make it easy enough for him to destroy me on demand, totally and completely.

I remember that Saturday at the end of that first week after I'd soaked in a hot tub for an hour checking my asshole out. It went from being a precious pink little starfish to a battered, puffy starfish with a purple donut around it.

The night before Devon and I got carried away and looking at my aching ass in the mirror my creamy white skin of my perfect ass was covered in purple and blue handprints from Devon slapping the color off of them.

From the first day through that first week, Devon and I couldn't get enough of each other. Devon sneaking into my last period class, Devon grabbing me, and both sneaking away to his house on lunch break. We couldn't get enough of each other.

By the time the weekend had arrived Devon was fucking me at least once a day. Friday of that first week he fucked me again during last period and then Friday night I got his text around six.

Dboy: Hey, meet me at the park at 10.

Me: K

When we were kids, we'd hang out at the city park three blocks from my house. It's a rather large park with plenty of nooks and crannies where one can hide. We knew that park well.

I wore a wispy, mid-thigh-length skirt, a fashionably baggy t-shirt, and no panties. Don't judge. My breasts were very sore. All week, Devon had been suckling them as if he were going to draw mother's milk from them. It was bad enough that they were sore from their natural growth process; he wasn't making them feel better.

"Where are you going? It's a little late, isn't it?" My father asked as he checked his wristwatch.

"A bunch of us are getting together to hang out," I responded without skipping a beat, making sure that I gave him my sweetest, innocent little girl smile.

"A bunch of you?" His response caught me off guard; it was as if he knew something that he wasn't supposed to know. "I don't suppose Devon is going to be there?"

'Motherfuck me!' He knew something, I thought to myself. 'Fuck, Fuck! Fuck! Don't panic, Michael,' I told myself before answering without missing a beat.

"Well, duh, yes, Daddy. Devon is going to be there," I said, and then I held my breath.

"Oh, good. I know Devon will watch out for you, ok, be safe, little girl, and tell Devon your mom and I said hello."

I almost died. That was not the response I was expecting, but then again, why wouldn't he think that? Growing up, Devon had eaten at our home many times, hung out gaming, and even spent the night on numerous occasions.

That's when we were boys, when I was a boy.

"Hey, I have an idea, why don't you invite Devon over for dinner tomorrow night, and you two can hang out after or whatever it is that you two do now."

"Umm... sure. I'll ask him, don't wait up," and I was out of there. Oh, my fucking god! What the fuck!

That exchange made my head swim with so many thoughts. While my father saw and respected my decision to transition from boy to girl, his head hadn't caught up with the reality of it all.

I decided to walk to the park. I mean, I've only done it a gazillion times living in the neighborhood all of my life. But as I got further from my home, things felt off. That's when it hit me, I'm dressed the way I am, what if someone grabs me?!

I was being silly but eighteen-year-old me was scared shitless. I laugh when I look back on that night now. I should've been more concerned for my father.

In no time, I was at the park, and all my concerns about finding Devon were wiped away when I noticed his truck parked close to a giant tree. With the branch overhang, he was parked in a dark spot where it would be hard to spot his truck.

I became a little panicked when I noticed that there was no one in the driver's seat. Then I looked again, and he was on the passenger's side. I thought how odd, until I got to the passenger's side and he opened the door.

"C'mon, get in."

He was in the passenger's side with his cock rock hard and glistening from lube. My eyes went wide, and I took his hand without skipping a beat. I crawled over him, straddled him, and positioned my skirt to cover us. He closed the door and I positioned myself so that the head of his gorgeous cock was on my asshole.

He'd been fucking me all week and my asshole was well adjusted to his massive cock. When I lowered myself onto it, I opened up with ease, and with one gentle press on my part, he was balls deep inside of me.

As I felt my asscheeks come to rest on his balls we both let out a comfortable moan. I buried my face into his neck an he simultaneously cupped my asscheeks.

"You miss me," he asked. I nodded in the affirmative with his thick cock splitting me apart again the only thing on my mind.

"No, no, princess. Did you miss me?" he asked again in a soft tone yet more demanding.

Devon had just fucked me earlier in the day but his question was right on. I did miss him. He was all that I thought off from the moment that he came deep inside of me till the moment his cock had my asshole stretched out again.

"Oh yes, I missed you," I responded as I began to kiss and suckle his neck. I was about to start moving my hips but his hands held my ass still.

"No, no, princess. Just feel my cock babygurl. Just feel my cock, again, did you miss me?"

'Oh, you motherfucker! You fucking asshole! Just fuck me!' These were all the things that I wanted to say. My breathing had gotten heavy; I could feel his thick cock stretching the walls of my asshole. I could feel the thick veins of his cock. 'Oh, you motherfucker...'

"Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Oh yes, I missed you so much."

I began kissing him, devouring his lips. I was in a perverted frenzy.

"That's my girl, now do as I say, princess."

Just like that Devon began to teach me how to fuck. He had me pushing my hips forward and down, then up and back. I was to stop when I felt the head of his cock at my opening and then push down and forward until it was all the way back deep inside of me.

The thing about me is that I pick up things easily and fucking Devon was something that I mastered in seconds. In no time I was banging my ass down on to his crotch.

I wasn't making love to him I was fucking the life out of him.

"Easy, baby, easy..." he moaned.

"Who's your girl?" I growled in his ear.

"You," he shot back.

"Who's your bitch Devon!" I said in a loud voice as I pulled back so he could look into my eyes while maintaining my pace.

"You, babe! You!! You are!!"

He'd pulled my skirt over my waist and with each exclamation point he slapped my thick firm ass hard, very hard and it was on. He spun me around, and now my legs were between his, and his hands were dug into my hips.

My gaze was looking out into the night as Devon fucked me so very, very, well.

But it wasn't enough for him, and in what seemed like a blink, we were in the back seat of the quad cab of his truck. I was chest down into the backseat, and my head was stuck between the door and the edge of the backseat.

My ass was up level with his crotch and he proceeded to fuck me like I owed him money. It was gloriously painful in moments. When his cock hit a point deep in me that was not meant to have anything that thick inside.

My prostate gave up almost instantly. I couldn't tell you how many times I orgasmed or ejaculated if you asked. Then Devon gave me that familiar guttural growl and his cock began spewing his seed deep inside of me.

A healthy eighteen-year-old male can dump copious amounts of cum at any given time. Every time Devon came in me, it was a lot. A lot.

He turned and landed in a seated position in the back seat while I collapsed with one leg hanging over the seat, my knee on the floorboard. Both of us were exhausted.

I could feel his hand on my ass, my ass felt like it was on fire. In that moment of passion, while he fucked me, he'd beaten my ass purple. He'd fuck me and slap my ass hard and with me pushing my ass back against him, daring him to do it more.

Well, he beat my ass more. When I got home later, I discovered massive handprints on both cheeks.

I sat up and crawled under his arm, sitting back on my heels, clenching my asshole tight, and doing the best that I could to keep his cum from dripping out of me. We whispered some sweet nothings, and after about thirty minutes, we made love.

We'd already fucked this time I was on my back, legs spread missionary position. We would kiss passionately as we made love. In the end it took longer than we'd both needed it to take rubbing ourselves raw before finally cumming.

Days later he'd tell me how bad his truck smelled of sex and how hard it was for him to get all of the cum stains out of his back seat. I laughed and then comforted him, but what did he expect?

But back to that night, back to us.

"Drive me home," I meekly asked.

"Absolutely," he responded.

"I told my dad that we'd be hanging out with everyone tonight, senior shit, and he asked me to invite you to dinner tomorrow."

"No fucking way," he responded with a smirk.

"Yeah, and afterwards we can go up to my room to play video games or whatever," I said with a wicked smile.

When he heard my tone and saw my smile, we both broke out into a gentle laugh.

"Absolutely," Devon responded. "Absolutely."

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Of course, he came over and of course we went upstairs and he fucked me again, quietly. Very quietly turned out to be very sensual which was a good thing because I didn't need him slapping my ass that night.

The following week was more of the same, sneaking away to fuck and giving everyone at school something to talk about. We were holding hands and giving zero fucks about what everyone might or might not say.

He was the star football player going off to university, expected to excel there just as he'd done here. His university coaches even went out of their way to visit him in school. They wanted to know how things were going. They were scared about the optics.

We both knew what was up, and I even told Devon that maybe we should be a little more reserved, more discreet about how we went about our day-to-day around others.

"Fuck that, Shorty. Fuck that," he said emphatically. "If I let them control my private life now, they'll never stop. Fuck them.

My parents eventually found out about Devon, and I had to have him over so he could have the 'Official' boyfriend dinner with the parents. I tried explaining that we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend.

"Mom, Dad. We haven't declared our love or anything crazy. We're new to this; we've only started being a couple in the past two weeks."

That seemed to catch their attention.

They could see my confusion with it all, they backed off, but they still wanted to talk with Devon, and I finally gave in. I'm glad that I did because the whole thing was uneventful except for one tiny detail.

"You guys happy?" I asked my parents as we all sat in the living room after dinner.

"Yes," they said with a smile.

"Cool, well, we're going upstairs to my room to play video games."

My mom and dad erupted with laughter and then both of them, in unison, said, "No!"

"Young lady, you can come help me do the dishes," My mother said.

"Devon, why don't you tell me what your thoughts are about heading off to university?" my dad said to Devon.

"Really!" I protested as Devon let out a chuckle.

"Sure, Mr. Outland," Devon said to my dad.

"Don't worry, when we're done, you two can have the living room to yourselves, come on." My mother said to me with a pat and a kiss on my head as she made her way to the kitchen.

It turned out to be a great night and it was also the first night that Devon didn't fuck me but the following weekend we rented a suite and more than made up for it.

We were two weeks away from graduation. Our thing was coming to an end. We'd decided that restricting one another was wrong. As far as love went, we both acknowledged that we had mad love for one another, but lust and desire between the two of us was something brand new.

We were being honest with one another. I knew how much Devon loved pussy because I knew all of his conquests. This thing of me loving cock was brand new to me. Because of Devon, I had no desire and hadn't considered dating.

We both knew that neither of us knew what would happen once we went our separate ways. He was going out to the West Coast, and I was going to the East Coast. He was off to L. A., and I was off to N. Y. C.

So, we spent the weekend locked in a suite and made love, we fucked, we made love and we fucked. Finally, we were both raw and my ass became off limits not just for fucking but for slapping. The final night of the weekend, we decided on recharging our batteries.

No sex, we were going to watch movies and order room service. Yeah, no sex.

Then late that night as we watched an erotic scene my hand found his thick cock. I gently massaged it, then slowly began to stroke it. I was getting worked up, and Devon was getting harder and longer. While, yes, I was in lust. I was also envious.

As I've said before, my tiny one and half inch penis never gets hard. Oh, I can cum, a lot. However, I can never get hard, plus it's only just a little over an inch long.

There I was lying next to this gorgeous guy and he had a fucking pole, a thick pole that had stretched my asshole till I couldn't recognize it.

The more I played with it, the more Devon seemed to be melting right before my eyes. I suddenly felt like I held power over him. Devon had suckled my tiny penis, calling it my overgrown clit. It was about time that I sucked his cock.

I slid down and positioned myself face to crotch. My eagerness overcame me and I shoved that giant German army helmet shaped cockhead into my mouth. The sensation that it gave me, the head of his cock in my mouth is indescribable.

So soft, so silky smooth and rock fucking hard. The salty taste of his precum had my little dicklett dripping profusely and breathing hard. I rose up and lowered my head down on it, taking as much as I could.

I finally positioned myself between his legs and went to work. I'd researched giving a blowjob in porn sites, I'd read the articles but nothing prepared me for the moment and what a glorious moment it was.

I massaged his balls and couldn't get over how smooth they felt; the skin was baby soft. I had to have them in my mouth. I began to suckle one and then the other. All the while my hand continued to pump his slobber covered cock.

Then I pushed his legs apart and pushed them back.

Well, actually, he pulled his legs apart and spread them wide. This gave me a perfect look at his precious starfish. I fucking devoured his asshole but not before kissing his taint with all the emotion that it deserved.

When I got to his asshole Devon lost it. He was moaning like I moaned when he did me, it was beautiful. I went from his asshole to his balls then back to his asshole for what like seemed like forever.

By the time I returned to his cock he was ready. I'd pumped his cock with my mouth for a few strokes and he erupted. It took every ounce of concentration not to allow him to make a fucking mess.

I caught every drop, and when he finished, I took one final deep swallow, and it was done. I sat up and watched in awe as he lay there with his head tilted back, uncontrollably twitching and spasming.

Fuck! It was so fucking hot.

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That weekend would be our last weekend. The week leading up to graduation had us both going in different directions. Devon had his NIL responsibilities, and I had my responsibilities as class valedictorian. There was no time for us to sneak away.

We were from opposite worlds. He lived on the opposite side of town. His father was white, and his mother was black; however, he grew up surrounded with his mother's family. His father's family was nowhere to be seen; one can only guess why.

Different graduation church services and social gatherings. The last night we really talked, the conversation was an hour-long over the phone the night before graduation.

It was then and only then that we said those words that might've mattered weeks prior. "I love you," we said to one another. Then we hung up.

And just like that, high school was over.