Misc. Erotica Curse of the Trickster God

God of Travelers

From the tip to the bottom of the shaft, the cock was at least four feet tall. "Evidence for the argument," I said to Theo, "that size does matter."

Theo laughed, shaking crumbs off the blanket where we'd had our picnic. "Pop quiz, Cass. What's the Greek term for the big weiner there?"

Of course I knew the term for it, I'd just spent the last three weeks of Summer Break studying ancient stonework along the coast of Greece with a chosen few from my junior year Mythology and Architecture class. But I spent a little time pretending to think hard. I bit my lip, jutted my hip, and with one hand absentmindedly stroked the head of the stone penis. "Hm... hm..." I twirled a finger around the head, then moved my hand down the shaft. I was pleased to see Theo's eyes on my hand. I stepped behind the stone phallus and rocked my hips as if thinking harder. "Oh gosh, let's see if I can remember..."

All around us the green hills rolled off towards the coastline. We'd set our picnic in the shade of a broad-branched tree, and something about the warm sun and the cool coastal air had added spice to our simple lunch of bread, cheese and wine. Stone cocks ran in a line along the hills like fence-posts, some worn down to smooth stubs; others, like this one, still showing finely-carved details of curves and veins. I looked at Theo, and the blush spreading across his neck and cheeks. As the Teaching Assistant to Professor Dartien, he had always relied on me for quick answers to tricky problems. In truth I'd always found him ridiculously handsome, with his smooth nutty skin and glossy black hair.

I flicked my dark mane of hair back, drawing Theo's attention to my bare shoulders above a blue strapless dress. I was barefoot, no jewelry, no gloves or socks or hat, and I knew the dress complimented my fair skin and black hair. I put a finger to my lip, keeping up the illusion of deep thought, and licked the tip. With the other hand, I kept rubbing the head of the large stone dick. "Why should I even answer the question?" I teased Theo. "It's summer, I'm volunteering here, so I can't even earn a good grade."

Theo smiled back. He'd finished packing up our picnic into his backpack, and he stood and placed his hands on his hips. The breeze pressed his simple long-sleeved shirt against his body, showing off the lithe muscles of someone who digs for artifacts all day, but spends the night reading ancient poetry. "Well, maybe I can make it worth your while..."

"What'll you give me?" I asked. I leaned my head down to the stone dick and pursed my lips. "A kiss if I'm right?" I turned around and pressed my ass to the cock. "And what if I'm wrong?"

Theo didn't reply. I looked back over my shoulder. He was still blushing, though smiling widely, struck mute by my obvious display. "Cassy," he said, "we already talked about this. I can't date a student."

I rolled my eyes and straightened my dress. I walked around the stone phallus and stepped closer to Theo. I said, "I'm not a student right now. I am a volunteer." I placed a hand on his arm.

Theo reached up to brush off my hand, but instead placed his own large hand over it. "Cass," he breathed. I moved closer, lifting my chin for kiss.

But Theo turned away.

"If we start dating now, and the school year starts, I could get in a lot of trouble with my graduate program. Vistra- er, Professor Dartien would be very disappointed. I'm relying on her for my research." Theo took a step away, and kept his eyes on the white-capped ocean. As he shifted, I heard a little clatter from below. Rolling over a few times in the grass was a long stone object, maybe ten inches long. I bent down to examine it.

"Look Theo," I said, picking up the object. "It's a smaller version of the herma."

Theo laughed and turned around. "So you did know the name of it!"

I rolled my eyes. "Of course! And for bonus points, Mr. Teaching Assistant, I'll tell you what it's for. The herma marked the border of different territories, like ranches or towns."

"And who was it named for?" Theo asked. The academic topic had somewhat calmed him, and he took the stone object from my hands.

"Hermes, of course. Well actually, Hermes was probably named after the term herma, which means a pile of stones. He was, after all, a fertility god, as well as the god of borders, merchants, and travelers."

Theo gave me an approving look. He pointed the stone object at me- a carved stone penis, much like the herma behind us. "This seems to be a smaller version of it. I wonder how old it is."

I replied, "I wonder how we didn't notice we were sitting on it the whole time! It was right beneath the blanket!"

"Must have been the wine."

"Must have been the company."

I took the smaller stone cock from Theo's hand. It did look old, though marvelously well-preserved. I lowered it to my own crotch and pointed it at Theo. "Is this what it's like having a boner?"

Theo raised an eyebrow. "I guess so!" he laughed.

While holding the phallus with one hand, I started lightly stroking it with the fingertips of the other. "Is yours this big, or bigger?"

"Cassy!"

"What? I'm a curious girl! It comes with being an amateur historian!"

Theo took a step back and crossed his arms. "Cassidy, I'm serious. I can't date a student."

I stepped closer. I pressed the stone phallus into Theo's chest, as if poking him with my finger. "I know that, Theo. I wouldn't want to put your research at risk. As a matter of fact, I don't want to date you."

Theo's eyes nearly popped from his head. "What?"

I lowered the phallus down to Theo's jeans and gently pressed it between his legs. "I just want to see your herma."

Giving Theo time to consider this, I sat back down into the soft, tall grass. For miles around, I saw not another soul. Just lonely dirt roads winding over the coastal hills between lush green trees. Our own bikes leaned against the nearby tree trunk. Seabirds wheeled above us, letting out their harsh, lonesome calls.

Theo took a deep breath. He looked down at me, then out at the sea, then back at me.

I knew I had him.

I ran the stone phallus over my bare leg, enjoying the feel of the cool rock, drawing it from my ankle along my supple calf, up to my thigh. When it reached the edge of my dress, I let out a soft coo.

"Look Theo, I'm not much of a relationship girl," I explained, "it's just that all school year I've thought you were cute. And this summer I pretty much volunteered to help Professor Dartien just to spend a few beautiful weeks digging through the dirt and organizing artifacts on the coast of Greece to be close to you! I think you're totally hot, and I think you are attracted to me too!"

All the while I'd been slowly drawing the stone phallus up my bare thigh, dragging the hem of my dress with it. I knew from where he was standing, Theo would be able to see glimpses of my light pink panties.

But I just continued to stare him in the eye. "So we can stand around here on this fucking beautiful hill overlooking the fucking beautiful ocean and talk about Hermes, god of borders, or you can unzip your pants and I can give you an amazing blowjob. Then when we get back to the states, it's like nothing ever happened!"

By now I'd drawn the stone dick all the way to my panties. I had it pressed against my crotch, and I could feel its coolness against the heat of my vagina. Theo's eyes kept darting back between my gaze and the show I was putting on for him below.

Theo took one last glance towards the herma by the tree. Something seemed to pass over his face, and tension left his shoulders. A smile broke out across his face, and he leapt down at me. I shrieked in surprise, though my mouth was soon covered by his. We kissed longingly, deeply, his tongue against mine, his hand on the back of my neck.

I immediately wrapped my legs around Theo's waist and pulled my hips against his. I could feel through his jeans that Theo was already hard. My little show had done its magic.

Theo kissed down my neck and over my shoulders. With one hand he reached down and squeezed my ass, lifting my pelvis to grind against his raging erection. I reached up and slid his shirt from his chest, admiring the muscles beneath his dark skin.

Panting, I pushed Theo away for a moment. "Sit back against the tree," I said. Smiling mutely, he did so.

As Theo settled down, I stood and slid my panties from beneath my dress. Already the panties were wet. I could smell my sex emanating from them. I tossed the panties to Theo. "Hold onto these for me."

I kneeled down in front of Theo and unlooped his belt, unzipped his pants, and reached my hand in to free his cock. It was nearly as big as the stone phallus I'd found, at least eight inches and thick as well.

"Jesus, Theo, I didn't know you had a herma here the whole time!"

Theo laughed, but his laugh stopped short as I slid my lips over the head of his cock. "Ah- Cassy!" he sighed.

I kept my lips wrapped just around the head of Theo's cock, and started licking circles around the tip of it. Theo's hips jutted uncontrollably. Jesus, the guy was really turned on! I was worried he was going to cum too soon, so I lifted my head and grabbed hold of his shaft.

Theo really had a beautiful penis, big and thick and the same dusky color of the rest of his body. I loved the feel of it in my hand, that strength and girth of it. I wiggled it around, my eyes wide.

"What's it like, having a penis? Do you love it?" I asked.

Theo chuckled. "What do you mean?"

"Do you love your penis?" I repeated. "I'm serious, I really want to know. It's such an important part of you. I mean right now I've got you totally in my control just because my hands are wrapped around your cock."

Theo started to sit up. "You don't have me in total contr-"

I immediately sunk his cock into my mouth and started bobbing my head, sucking and licking hard.

"Oh god..." Theo moaned.

I grabbed his shaft in two hands and stroked as my head bobbed up and down. Finally I pulled off of the cock, thick saliva dribbling from my mouth all over the swollen head.

"I love your cock," I said, wiping my lips. "I mean, I just love cocks in general. Their size, their shape, the way they feel in my mouth, in my vagina, in my... well, everywhere!" I bit my lip and gave Theo a dirty look. "Sometimes I wish I had one just so I could feel it whenever I wanted."

"Really?" Theo asked. "What would you do with it?"

"This!" I said. I stroked his dick up and down the entire length, rolling my wet fingers over the head each time. Theo gave out a satisfying moan. "And this." With my other hand I grabbed Theo's balls and gave the lightest squeeze. "Doesn't that hurt? Why's it feel so good?"

Theo panted, "If I weren't so turned on it would hurt. But god you've got me ready to explode at any moment. Everything feels good right now."

"If I had a cock," I said, continuing to stroke, "I think I'd find a guy and fuck him in the ass. Or have him blow me. I'd like to feel some lips around my cock, a tongue licking it like a popsicle."

And to demonstrate, I ran my tongue from Theo's balls to the tip of his penis. I drew a circle with the tip of my tongue around his head, then licked back down his shaft. I did this a few more times, feeling the pleasure my tongue brought Theo, then again took the head and a few inches into my mouth. I tightened my lips and brought my head up, popping the head out of my mouth with an audible pop.

"Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to deep throat a guy?" I asked Theo.

He shook his head. "No, not really."

"Well just imagine doing this," I said. I took Theo's cock in my mouth and lowered my head until I could feel it pressing against the back of my throat. I relaxed, took a deep breath, and pressed deeper. I kept my eyes on Theo's, and I could see the lust reflected back. Slowly, slowly, I took more and more of Theo's cock into my throat. Each time I took another quarter of a inch, I stopped, breathed, relaxed, and pushed deeper. Thinking of Theo's cock filling my throat turned me on so much! I could feel my pussy pulsating, dripping with wetness. More and more, I let Theo's cock slide into my throat, until finally my nose was pressed against his taut belly.

Okay, I'll admit, I was practiced at this. I hadn't lied to Theo when I said I wasn't a relationship girl. College is the perfect time to experiment, and I had in fact experimented. A lot. I couldn't really keep track of how many guys I'd fucked at this point, but I'd always been safe and it always felt good. During freshman year, my roommate Piri and I had a competition to see who could give the most blowjobs in three weeks. I think we were both trying out new college personalities, and it turns out we were both really competitive.

Two days before the end of the competition, I was behind five blowjobs. Piri had given a stunning fifteen blowjobs in less than twenty days. I'd given ten- a pretty good number, if I do say so myself. I was getting used to ending first dates by blowing the guy in his car. I was getting used to random hook-ups with cute guys in the library. And I'll admit, I was liking it. I liked the idea of being desired, of making guys hard, of being so fucking sexy that guys blew their loads down my throat. I was even starting to like the taste of cum.

So I decided to challenge myself the weekend before our competition ended. I'd been invited to a party at which about two dozen "freshman ambassadors" from other colleges had been invited. Knowing they wouldn't be around for long, I'd singled out each ambassador- this one from Stanford, this one from Texas A&M, and identified the six most attractive men. One by one I invited them to a back room of the house, and gave each a blowjob. On each cock, I tried to go deeper, just to see how far I could push myself. On the first cock, I gagged as soon as the head of the penis hit the back of my throat. By the third cock, I could swallow it down for a few seconds. By the sixth cock I was a deep-throating master.

I won the competition.

And now I had Theo's cock eight-inches deep down my throat and I wasn't letting go. I held Theo's gaze in my own and let him just marvel at the beauty of an amazing blowjob. I took deep breaths through my nose and felt his dick pulsing in my throat, swelling against me. Finally, finally, I lifted my head, gasping for air.

"So what do you think?" I asked.

"I don't think I could ever do that," Theo admitted. "But it felt fucking amazing."

"You're goddamn right it did," I said. "I am so turned on, Theo. God, your cock felt so good down my throat."

I started stroking Theo's cock, big long strokes, my hand sliding over the wetness I'd left behind. Every time I ran my hand over the swollen head of his dick, Theo let out a little moan.

"Tell me Theo, did you ever touch yourself while thinking about me?"

"What?"

"Oh come on, you must have. I know you had the hots for me in class. You kept calling on me, looking for my raised hand. I know that you jerked it thinking about me doing just this." I lowered my head and licked under the tip of Theo's dick, that sensitive spot right below the head. Meanwhile, I kept stroking his shaft. Theo gasped.

"If I had a dick," I continued, "I think I'd just be stroking it all the time. I wouldn't be able to help myself."

I kept licking that special spot on the underside of the head, then running my tongue and lips back over the head, repeating it while stroking with my hand. With my other hand I'd reached between my legs and started furiously rubbing my swollen clit. My fingers were instantly drenched with my own juices. Hell, I could smell how turned on I was.

"Theo, have you ever tasted your own cum?"

Theo answered between gulps of air. I could tell he was close. "N-no!"

"If I had a dick, a big hard dick like yours, I would cum all over myself and lick it up." I was bucking my hips against my own hand, sliding three fingers into my vagina, then rubbing my clit, all while stroking and sucking Theo's cock. I felt myself close to climax.

"Theo, grab my head and use me like you fantasized all year. Cum down my throat. Give it to me!"

Theo grabbed the back of my head, his dark fingers vanishing into my darker hair. I felt my wet panties still clutched in one of his fists. Theo held my head in place while bucking his hips, fucking my mouth. I felt his big swollen head run over my tongue and down the back of my throat. I kept flicking my fingers over my clit, harder and harder, until finally I felt myself shaking and releasing, climaxing as Theo fucked my mouth and throat. He let out a loud groan, and I could taste warm cum pouring into my mouth.

I reached up and milked Theo's cock for every drop of cum. I sucked and licked and lapped his cock, drawing my hands over the shaft, squeezing and rubbing as Theo's hips shook and the last little droplets of cum squirted out.

I swallowed, and licked my lips.

"I dedicate this sacrifice to Hermes!" I cried.

Theo laughed.

We lay for a while beneath that tree, enjoying the feeling of the ocean breeze on our exposed genitals. I traced a finger through the dark curly hairs on Theo's chest.

Theo sighed into my hair. "Listen, Cassy, maybe when we get back to the school we can see each other sometime?"

I looked up into Theo's brown eyes. "Are you serious? After all that talk?"

"Well..."

"It's just the blowjob speaking, buddy. I loved sucking you off, but as I said before, that's all I'm after. I don't want a relationship, I don't want to cross that border."

"Oh, okay."

"Sorry, Theo. You're a really great guy, and you are smoking hot. But I'm just not ready to commit."

The conversation had cooled our passion, so we tucked ourselves in and got ready to bike back to town. As I buckled on my helmet, I saw Theo searching the grass.

"Have you seen that little stone phallus? I think Vistra- er, Professor Datrien would be interested in it."

"Would she now?" I teased. "You haven't shown her your phallus, have you?"

Theo blushed once again. "Never!" he said. "To be honest, I don't think she's interested in men."

"No hermas for her then," I joked. "Let me help you search."

Though we looked through the tall grass for a good half an hour, the smaller stone phallus was nowhere to be found. We agreed that the ancient god Hermes had taken it back, and looking one last time with fondness on the stone herma by the tree on the hillside above the ocean, we rode back to town.

Part Two: God of Fertility

Before I knew it, my senior year had begun. I started with a full course load, balancing classes in archaeology, geology, ancient history, and romantic languages. As my course load increased, my dating life dropped away. I would see Theo helping a few professors in class, but we kept our relationship strictly student-teacher. Though occasionally memories of the coastal hillside came back to me, and I felt a continued fondness in my heart for my handsome teaching assistant.

Then I found the paper slipped into my notebook.

As I unpacked my backpack in my bedroom, the folded sheet of lined paper fell to the floor. Inside was a letter from Theo. It was the end of a long day of study, so I changed into a baby-doll t-shirt and pajama shorts before settling into bed and opening the note.

Dear Cassidy,

I think we need to talk. I've been trying to keep the past in the past, but Hermes is the god of travelers and my mind keeps traveling back to Greece. I remember the sun on your shoulders, and your lips on mine. I remember how good- well, let's just say I remember a lot. I don't know how you feel, but I'm ready to commit. I'm ready to face Professor Dartien and let her know we are in a relationship. Are you ready to travel with me?

Theo

My heart sank. In truth, I still thought about that hillside passion often. God knows I'd brought myself to climax more than once thinking about Theo's cock down my throat. But the idea of a relationship just terrified me. I knew that Theo thought of me as this new thing, this new passion, this new toy. Oh he loved the blowjobs and deep throating, and I'd fuck his brains out too, but he'd eventually grow tired of it. Once I wasn't new, he'd move on to the next undergrad with wet lips and an attraction to well-educated cocks. Or I'd fall in love with the next teaching assistant with a phallus and break Theo's heart.

In short, there was no happy ending to this, or any, relationship.

Why couldn't Theo see the pointlessness of it? I was more than willing to give him another blowjob, or fuck him crazy a few times. Wasn't that enough?

I crumpled up the note and threw it to the floor. It took me some time to go to sleep. In truth, I'm not sure when my memories of Greece shifted to dreaming. But I know that I dreamed.

I dreamed of a green hillside, and a broad-branched tree, and blue waves slowly churning to shore.

I dreamed I'd had a picnic, but alone this time, next to a four-foot herma. But the herma wasn't made of stone. It was flesh. A real four-foot penis sticking out from the ground.

Staring at the herma, I felt myself more turned on than ever in my life. It was as if my vagina were a river, gushing fluid down my thighs. I climbed up on top of the four-foot penis, and started rubbing myself against it. Somehow my vagina stretched open and I took the head of the huge cock into myself. It felt like splitting open, and yet also like the greatest climax. Slowly the giant penis started sliding into me, filling me absolutely.

I heard a polite cough.

A slight but well-muscled man stood by the tree. Dressed in a simple white tunic and sandals, he stared at me with a look of unabashed entertainment.

"Are you enjoying that?" he asked. Somehow I knew he was speaking in ancient Greek, the Greek of the Iliad and the Odyssey, and yet I understood every word.

"It feels so good!" I cried back. About a foot of the penis had entered me, and I could feel it all throughout my vagina and even against my spinal cord. I wondered where it could be going. My body shook, and I realized I had the feeling of climaxing shooting through all my nerves. And yet whereas that feeling faded quickly in the waking world, in the dream it just kept going and going and going.

The man laughed. "I enjoyed your little show a few weeks back. So I've decided to give you what you asked for."

I could hardly pay attention to his words. Half the huge cock had pushed into me. It felt as if my whole body were as sensitive as my clit. I looked down and gasped.

Rather than entering me, the cock was hanging from me. It was still huge, a good two feet long and as wide as a fire hydrant, and yet its base was connected to my pelvis, two huge balls swung beneath like pale coconuts, and the bright pink head brushed through the tall grass of the hill. I still felt like I was cumming, only instead of cum my vagina had produced a penis.

"It looks good on you," the man said with a wink.

I felt like I was fucking and getting fucked at the same time. The tremendous climax continued to wracked my body, and I woke up cumming and clutching my sheets.

Almost immediately the dream started to fade. By the time I'd cleaned myself in the bathroom, all I could remember was the hillside in Greece, and the note Theo had left me.

In the morning, my vagina itched like crazy. I tried to not visually scratch my crotch as I ate a bowl of cereal in the kitchen, my roommates marching in and out in various states of dress. But on the drive to school, I dialed the campus health clinic and made an appointment.

I hadn't been on a date in weeks, and yet I figured somehow I'd caught an STI. I was always so careful! But college life is dirty, and I'd heard it's possible to catch something just by sitting on the wrong toilet seat. I promised myself I would not think more about it until I was in the doctor's office that afternoon.

In the meantime, I had to catch up on my reading before class. I parked and walked through twisting paths to my favorite secluded campus library. It was a building designed like a spider's web, all these interconnected hallways ending in dead-ends and isolated reading rooms, with a large beautiful atrium at the center. I walked about, taking random turns until I found an empty table at the end of a hall, surrounded by the multihued spines of medical texts. As soon as I put my backpack and laptop down, I glanced around and, seeing I was alone, relieved myself by itching my crotch.

The itchy feeling had spread! Though in the morning I had searched my vagina, thighs, and ass in the mirror, I hadn't seen a single rash, pimple, or, you know, weeping sore. It looked like normal, a prim vagina beneath a trimmed triangle of black hair. But the itching had gotten worse and worse all morning.

I tried focusing on my reading. Today's lecture would be on artifacts that influenced oral traditions of storytelling, and it was honestly a fascinating subject. I was especially interested in the common motifs of snake-haired women that probably influenced stories of Medusa and other gorgons. And yet the whole time I read, it felt as if there were snakes wiggling around in my vagina!

Finally I couldn't take it anymore. Scratching over the clothes wasn't enough. I reached my hand under my skirt and my panties and scratched- or planned to.

I felt something there.

Where my vagina should be was an... extrusion. A large... bump? tube? of flesh bundled beneath my panties.

My first thought was that a leech had attached itself to my pussy.

I looked down in the gap my hand had created and I saw it. There was a penis in my underpants.

I pulled my hand out as if it had been bitten by a snake.

Then I looked again.

And again.

I stood and, leaving my backpack and laptop, marched to the nearest bathroom. I had to walk down a number of hallways and through the central atrium itself, past about a dozen students. I could feel the weight of this... thing... in my panties, this coiled, warm, sensitive thing that no longer itched but instead was sitting there, making a visible bulge in my short pleated skirt.

I walked into the bathroom. There was another girl there, checking her makeup in the mirror. I walked into a stall and pulled down my skirt and my panties.

There was a penis between my legs.

There was a penis where my vagina should have been.

I lifted the flaccid thing and looked beneath.

There were balls hanging there, with a number of strands of black hair.

I tugged on the penis.

I felt pain.

I tried to pull the penis off.

I felt more pain. I gasped.

From outside the stall, I heard the girl ask, "Are you okay?"

I stammered, "Uh, yeah, um, just girl stuff you know?"

The girl laughed. "Holler if you need anything. I've got some tampons and some pads if that's what you need." Her voice hushed. "Or a vibrator, depending on your issue."

I attempted a laugh, but I was shocked by what I was seeing. The moment the girl had mentioned a vibrator, I had a flash of imagining her pressing the vibrator against her clit, with her pants around her ankles and her knees spread. The head of the cock hanging between my legs swelled up, big and pink.

Slowly, slowly, the penis grew in girth and length. It started to rise, its head lifting as if standing to attention.

My cock had turned into an erection.

The girl in the bathroom spoke again. "You sure you're okay in there?"

"Yep!" I squealed. "Just fine!"

"Okay," she said. And I heard her washing her hands.

I slipped my panties and pleated skirt over my boner and straightened my shirt. I opened the stall and walked straight to the door.

"Hey!" the girl said, "you've got to wash your hands!"

I turned. I saw the girl- tan skin, auburn hair, a slim beauty- glance down at my tented skirt and back to my face. She blushed. "Oh," she said, "I didn't know-"

I rushed out the door.

I tried to walk casually back to my desk, but I felt the eyes of each student in the library. In truth, my erection was fucking obvious. My small skirt that I'd worn to feel sexy after last night's dream was lifted in front of me a good inch or two. Every step I took, my panties rubbed against the underside of my new penis. It felt good! And completely humiliating! I didn't know what the students in the library were thinking, and I didn't know what I was thinking. Last night I'd had a vagina. Hell, this morning I'd had a vagina. As far as I knew, the moment I stepped into the library I had a vagina. And now I had a penis. Which was erect. And balls. Which were tightening up with pleasure.

I sat back down at my table and checked the rest of my body. I ran my hands over my chest. I still had breasts. My nipples, in fact, were hyper-sensitive, and running my fingers over them made my cock swell even more. I took out a little compact and looked at my face. I still looked like myself- fair skin, dark eyebrows, high cheekbones, blue eyes. I hadn't grown a mustache or anything.

And yet, beneath the table, my penis pressed against my panties.

I moved my compact down beneath the table and angled it beneath my skirt. There within my panties I could see the obvious bulge of my new penis. I saw my balls pressed against the pink fabric, and the outlines of my shaft and head. It was a sizable penis! The kind I'd loved to swallow and fuck last school year. I compared this new penis with all the ones I'd seen over the years. And in doing so, I felt my balls tighten and my head swell.

God, I was turned on. I'd have to go the rest of the day with this big erection beneath my skirt. How did men deal with this?

Wait, I knew how men dealt with this.

I looked around the hallways. I was at one end of a t-junction, with a left and right turn about ten feet away. As long as no one walked around either corner, I was alone.

I bit my lip and hiked up my skirt. Curious, I stroked the stretched fabric of my panties outside my cock. My fingers felt electric. I could feel the warmth of my cock pressing against my belly. In fact, the head of my cock was emerging from the elastic band of my panties!

I took another look down the hall. No one. I listened. No footsteps, no conversation.

I lowered the band of my panties until they stretched beneath my balls.

My cock stood like a flagpole, proud and thick and huge. The thing had to be ten inches long! I wrapped my fingers around the base and they barely touched tips on the other side. It was the biggest cock I'd ever seen, outside of porn.

And it was my cock.

I ran my fingertips all over my cock, from my balls to the tip. I could feel myself wanting more contact. Beneath the table, I wrapped my fingers around my cock and slowly stroked.

"Ow!"

My hand was so dry, it had rubbed angrily against the skin of my penis.

I raised my hand to my lips and spit into my palm. Lowering my hand back beneath the table, I rubbed the saliva over the head of my penis.

"Oh!" I groaned, then quickly quieted. I didn't want anyone to hear me!

As with one hand I held up my pleated skirt, I started rubbing the head and upper shaft of my cock with my other hand. It felt so good! No wonder guys would do anything to get a hand or a mouth or a vagina on their dicks. It felt amazing, and it was so easy to feel this way!

I started stroking my cock faster. Peeking beneath the table, I saw pre-cum beading at the tip of my dick. I rubbed a thumb over it and massaged the pre-cum onto the spot beneath the head of my cock.

"Ah!" I cried.

I heard some muffled voices nearby. If I wasn't careful, someone would come and see what I was doing. They'd see me tugging on my cock beneath the table.

God, even the thought of someone seeing me was turning me on!

I stroked faster, trying to get my hand over my entire cock at once. It was impossible, of course, but it made me move my hand faster and faster.

I thought about Theo, and the summer hillside in Greece. I thought about deep-throating his dick, and how that would feel on my new cock. I thought about Theo's cum coating my tongue and flowing down my throat.

I felt my balls tightening.

"Uh oh!"

I reached wildly into my purse and brought out a handful of tissues. Just in time, I pressed the tissues to the tip of my cock as I exploded. Wild energy pulsed through my hips and balls and shaft, and I felt the head of my cock expanding as if it were about to burst. Gush after gush of cum shot into the tissue bundle. I felt some of it leaking out over my hand, hot cum dribbling over my fingers.

Finally, with a final squeeze, the last of the cum shot out. I gasped, my heart racing. I felt my dick slowly subsiding, dropping down to my pulled-down panties.

In my hand was a mess of tissue, and a splattering of escaped cum. With my clean hand, I pulled out a few more tissues (thank God it was allergy season) and wrapped the cum-Kleenex ball up. But there was still cum on my fingers.

I raised my fingers to my nose and sniffed. It smelled like cum.

I gave the cum a lick.

It was a familiar taste, from Theo and other cocks, and yet there was a special little thrill knowing it was my own cum I was tasting. In fact, scooping a little cum with the tip of my tongue made me feel blood rushing back into my cock. I couldn't believe it, I was starting to be turned on again.

Well, screw it. I licked my fingers clean, and by the time I was done my cock was hard again, standing at attention beneath the table.

I pulled some clean tissues from my purse and set them on top of the table. Then I spit into my hand again and went at it.

The second time took longer. I stroked and rubbed, squeezed my balls with my other hand, and even reached up and pinched and massaged my nipples and breasts. I imagined myself being fucked, giving head, and then I started to imagine myself fucking others. I suddenly realized that if this cock were real- that is, if I weren't dreaming or having a psychotic meltdown- there was a whole new world to explore. Rather than getting fucked by Theo, how would it feel to fuck him? To have his lips wrapped around my cock? To feel myself inside of him?

I came again; less cum, and more easily cleaned. But the rush was the same, an absolute headtrip that felt as if I'd left my body for a moment and an eternity.

Is this how guys felt all the time?

I pulled up my panties and tried to smooth out my pleated skirt. Things looked a lot more subtle now that I didn't have an erection. I would just have to be careful today until my appointment at the campus health clinic. I was sure that the school doctor could clear this little problem up... or at least tell me how to wake up from this strange dream!

God of Trade

I left the campus clinic more confused than before. I carried a handful of pamphlets with explanations of gender identity, contacts for counselors, and a schedule of support groups. The doctor had thought I was transgendered. The doctor thought I had memory problems. The doctor did not believe that I had grown a penis after stepping into the library.

I'll admit, I still didn't really believe it myself!

And yet the doctor had poked and prodded my penis, and felt my balls, and I'd felt every touch, and the cold air in the doctor's office as well.

This was all too much for me. I had class in a few minutes, but I decided instead to head home and go back to bed. Hopefully I'd wake up in a few hours back to normal.

Then I heard a voice behind me.

"Hey Cass!"

I knew exactly who it was.

Theo stood at the end of a hall, waving to me.

"Wait up!"

He rushed down the hall. "Did you get my note?"

I nodded. "Now's not a good time to talk about it."

"Oh," I could see disappointment flash across his eyes. "I guess you were pretty clear in Greece about what you wanted."

"It's not that," I said.

"Then what?" he asked. "Are you... seeing someone else? After you told me you weren't into relationships? That's hardly fair, Cassidy."

"No, no!" I cried. "It's... complicated. Look, I can't explain here."

"Cass," Theo said, grabbing my shoulders. "I can't let you walk away right now. I've been thinking about you every hour of every day since this summer. That bike ride along the coast, that day together on the hillside near the herma... You're so bright and beautiful and passionate about life. I can't get you out of my mind!"

I tried to stare understanding into Theo's soft brown eyes. I said, slowly and clearly, "There's something else going on."

"I'm trying to tell you that too!" said Theo. "There's something going on between us, and I don't want it to just be a casual hook-up. I want more. I need more, or I'm going to go crazy. Please, just tell me what you need from me. What can I give you, what can I promise you? Help me understand!"

"Fine!" I shouted. I glanced around. The few students who were around had their backs turned or were walking the other way. I pulled up my skirt with one hand and pulled down my panties with the other. My cock flopped out, dangling down between my thighs.

Theo stared, open-mouthed.

"What."

"Exactly," I replied. "Something weird is happening and I can't talk about it here!"

Theo said, "Okay, I've got an apartment on campus. Come back with me, I'll text my professor that I have an emergency."

I tucked my dick back into my panties. Theo took my hand reassuringly. "I don't know what's going on, Cass, I don't know if this is a prank or if you've been hiding something from me, but I know that I'm really, really into you. We'll figure this out together."

I felt relief wash over my entire body. This whole morning I'd been considering the cock my problem and my problem alone. But now I had someone to share it with. Someone to help me figure out how my vagina turned into a penis. Someone to tell me I'm not crazy.

Theo led me through the campus to a block of housing for graduate students. He swiped his card to unlock the door, and we walked, hand-in-hand, down a hallways to one of the many anonymous doors.

The "apartment" was only a little larger than my freshman dorm room. However, Theo had the entire place to himself. There was a tiny kitchenette, and a bunk bed over a couch. There was a bathroom and a closet, and that was about it.

Theo sat me on the couch and grabbed two beers from the mini-fridge. I took a long, long drink from mine, followed by a deep breath.

"Okay," said Theo. "Tell me what's going on. Start from the beginning."

I explained what had happened, starting with reading his note the night before. Theo reddened as I repeated his words and as I told him I'd dreamed of the Greek hillside. When I reached the library, I explained discovering my new cock in the bathroom, but I left out the details about masturbating. I told Theo about how the doctor hadn't believed me, and he shook his head in bewilderment.

"Cass, you understand that this all sounds crazy. I mean, I saw the... you know, penis... but strap-ons and dildos and such look really realistic these days."

"Do you want to see it again?"

Theo looked at me for a bit. Then he nodded. "Yeah, okay."

I kicked off my shoes and slid my panties down over my feet. My cock hung out. Apparently reviewing the day had triggered something, as my cock was starting to get firm. Not a full erection, but the dick definitely wasn't limp.

"And it's real? You're sure it's real?" Theo asked.

"Give it a try," I said.

Theo knelt down and poked my cock. It shifted to his touch.

"Jesus!" he cried.

"It's not electric," I joked. "It's just... excited. I mean, it's not like my sexuality has shifted. I still, you know, find you handsome."​