The
Epicene Effect
By
Jerry Leckie
Chapter
Eight
The three stopped at a sidewalk cafe for a quick bite of lunch
and continued their conversation.
Toby asked, "Nick, do you and John wish you could have had
children?" Tom gave him a sharp look. "Oh, I'm sorry Nick. That
question was way too personal."
"That's okay Toby. I don't mind answering. John and I haven't
really discussed it. No point really. We're in our twenties, so we were
born too early and our female organs are incomplete. But, yes, I wish I
could have had children." He gave them another evil grin. "Meanwhile,
there's nothing wrong with having sex just for the pure pleasure of it."
Tom swallowed a bite of his sandwich. "I've been so busy thinking
about our mating that I had forgotten about that."
"I noticed that you two were approached several times last night
at the dance club. Those guys weren't looking to mate; they just wanted
to have a good time."
"I dated quite a bit in school and bedded lots of guys, but now I
couldn't imagine having sex with anyone but Tom."
Nick said thoughtfully, "Love is a very powerful emotion. I feel
the same way about John."
They spent a couple of hours at the clothing store, looking,
discussing what they should buy and trying on garments. They both
selected several sets of underwear and summer weight outer garments.
Tom chose mostly outdoor clothes, since he would be working on the
solar array. Nick suggested that they invest in warm jackets for the
cool mountain evenings. Finally, they each bought two pairs of shoes.
As Nick was paying for their purchases, he spied the owner of the
store and introduced Toby as the new accountant in the valley. The man
fell on Toby like a long lost lover and dragged him into the office to
look at his accounting records. Fifteen minutes later, Toby had his
first client.
On the way back home, Nick called the valley's electrical power
engineer and arranged for him to meet Tom that afternoon. By the time
the boys had arrived back at the house and put away their purchases,
the man was on their doorstep. After an hour's conversation, he agreed
to employ Tom, starting the next day.
By dinner time, both boys were bursting with joy and not a little
bit of pride at becoming productive citizens of the valley. In
celebration, Toby insisted on preparing dinner. Throughout the meal,
Tom, Nick and John showered Toby with compliments, then with tongues
firmly planted in cheeks, speculated that he would be cooking most of
the meals in the future. With a deadly serious face, Toby wondered
aloud where he could find a recipe for sautPd rattlesnake in mountain
scorpion sauce.
Later, Tom and Toby lay in bed, limbs entwined, kissing softly,
whispering endearments. "My handsome mate, I love you so much," Toby
sighed. "You know what I want to do right now?" Tom smiled at his love
and shook his head. "I want to make love to you like I used to during
the sacrament." Tom's penis became instantly erect. "As an acolyte, I
was supposed to be stimulating you sexually for a greater cause, but I
wasn't, I was making love to you."
With those words, Toby began kissing Tom: forehead, brows, eyes,
nose. He raked his tongue across Tom's lips, then gently attacked his
ear, sucking the lobe. Then, his mouth savored the soft tissue of his
neck, ending with the capture of his Adam's apple. Tom's chest heaved
as Toby's talented lips and tongue ministered to his nipples. Toby drew
himself to his knees and put his hands to work roaming his love's body.
Tom wriggled under the delicious treatment, making small animal noises.
Inhaling the scent of his lover's rising musk made Toby's penis hard as
he kissed his way down the flat stomach and buried his nose in the
curly patch of pubic hair. Ignoring Tom's raging erection, he knelt
between the boy's legs and kissed the inside of his thighs. Tom gave a
powerful groan and lifted his knees to his chest.
The sight of Tom surrendering himself to the man he loved almost
brought Toby to orgasm. He dived down to his lover's magnificent
testicles, bathing them with his tongue and sucking them with his lips.
Tom whimpered, "Take me Love. Take me now." Ever the attentive lover,
Toby stroked his anus delicately with a finger, sending electric-like
charges through the boy. Then, he slowly inserted a finger and began to
probe. Tom clutched his knees to his chest convulsively and bellowed,
"Now Toby!"
Complying with his love's command, Toby raised Tom's buttocks and
stuffed a pillow underneath. Leaning forward, he guided his penis into
the comforting warmth of his lover's rectum. Tom pulled him down onto
himself full-length and wrapped his legs around Toby's waist. Before
capturing his lips in a deep soul kiss, he whispered, "Oh yes Toby
Babe, make love to me."
And Toby did. For many minutes he took long stokes while
exploring Tom's mouth with his tongue. Every few minutes, he rose to
his knees, lifted Tom's hips and applied a dozen short strokes, sending
his penis crashing into Tom's prostate. On the fourth such venture, a
high pitched keening rose in their throats as both boys crossed the
threshold of orgasm and poured out their seed.
After Toby caught his breath, he lovingly lapped up Tom's
honey-sweet semen and fed it back to him. Thoroughly relaxed and
content, the boys dropped down into a dreamless sleep.
The next morning when Tom stirred awake, he found Toby smiling at
him. "Well, it happened Oh Beautiful One."
"What's happened Love?" Tom kissed the tip of his nose.
"Go look in the mirror."
The light dawned in Tom's eyes. He leaped out of bed and darted
into the bathroom. "Wow!" he exclaimed, a smile splitting his face.
Toby stood behind the boy and encircled him with his arms.
"You're more beautiful than ever!" The soft waves of Tom's light brown
hair had straightened, leaving silver highlights in their place. The
heavy brows remained but had turned platinum blond. His skin texture
had softened and turned a deep golden tan. He stroked his chest and
checked his underarms; both were devoid of hair. Looking down his six
pack, he noticed that the pattern of his pubic hair had reduced to a
small strip of soft blondness.
Their eyes met in the looking glass as Toby stroked Tom's cheek.
"I guess you can throw your razor away too, Beautiful." Tom didn't
respond, but continued to stare at his reflection. "Are you okay with
the changes Babe?" Toby asked softly.
"Yeah," he finally said, smiling. "This is the real me. And I was
just thinking about all that means to us now." Toby's colorless eyes
smiled into Tom's pale gray ones. "I feel so good I just want to shout."
And Nick and John did shout when they saw Tom. They gave him
congratulatory hugs, then Nick hustled him off to the lab for a quick
checkup by Doc Kennedy.
That night, Toby cooked a special dinner, including a cake, to
celebrate Tom's change. Which meal was totally consumed, in record
time, by the four friends. John broke out a bottle of especially good
valley wine as they retired to the living room and lit a cheerful blaze
in the fireplace.
There, they had enjoyed good spirits and fellowship for a time
when Tom noticed that Toby was missing. He excused himself and went in
search of the boy, spotting him immediately as he stepped out onto the
back porch. There was his love, hands behind his head, lying on his
back on the picnic table. He appeared to be simply staring up at
the full moon. Tom's sensitivity to Toby fairly bristled, so he
approached slowly and sat on a bench beside the table. He observed his
love for a time, then kissed the boy softly on the cheek.
Toby turned his head toward Tom and smiled. He placed a hand on
his abdomen and said, "You've given me a child."