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 Author: Hungry Guy
Title: IDENTITY CRISIS
Summary: Two guys go catch a movie after class, but wait!  One guy is
clueless about girls.  The other guy is...
Keywords: Mpov cons oral caution.
Language: english

   IDENTITY CRISIS 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 *