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The first time it happened was during the summer before Freshman year of High School. It started with a burning sensation that settled in the pit of my stomach and quickly spread out to encompass the entirety of my lower abdomen and groin. It lasted for around five minutes and when the feeling subsided I let out a scream of panic. There was something down there, something creating a tent in the front of my skirt. I hesitantly drew up the folds of fabric, pulled the waistband of my panties away from my belly and promptly fainted at the sight I was greeted with.
I woke up a few minutes later, blinking in confusion, certain I’d just had the weirdest dream. My eyes quickly scanned the front of my body, and no, it wasn’t a dream, straining against the confines of my white cotton panties was a completely erect penis.
I bit back another scream at the sight. I couldn’t have my Mother bursting into my room and seeing this... this monstrosity. She’d kick me out, disown me or at the very least there’d be priests and archaic religious rites to try to get rid of it. I just needed to ignore it and hope it would eventually go away on its own.
I found out very quickly that I needed to do something about the current state of arousal it was obviously experiencing. Google informed me of so called ‘morning wood’ and I figured that’s what I was experiencing, only perhaps in my case it was ‘post-change wood’. There were three solutions that were commonly suggested, just leaving it alone, taking a cold shower and masturbating. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the time for the first, I was expected at Cheerio’s practice in less than an hour, and the third was an absolute no, I had no desire to touch it, it was bad enough just looking.
That was how I found myself, twenty minutes later, shivering under the spray of a freezing shower. It wasn’t working. I looked down to see it still bobbing around, engorged to the point of pain now. I had no other choice. Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my hand around the base of the shaft and tugged upwards. The relief was so immediate that, before I could stop myself, I let loose a groan of pleasure. My head fell forward to rest against the tiled wall of the shower as I continued to shuttle my hand up and down. On one pass, my thumb brushed over the tip and the bolt of electricity that slammed through me was almost too much to bear. I moved my hand faster, my hips rocking in time with each stroke, pushing faster into the circle of my fist. My breath was coming hard and fast as a tingling sensation engulfed my whole body, building fast until, with one final jerk of my hips, I came hard, fluid erupting from me to splash the tiles in front, only to be washed away moments later by the still running shower.
I sagged breathless against the wall, reaching blindly to shut off the water. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. It was so wrong, but in the moment the feeling had been so great that I could no more stop touching it than I could stop breathing. I glanced down again and let out a sigh of relief when I noticed that it had finally gone soft. At least now I could leave the house without this problem being obvious to the whole world.
xxxxxx
Over the next year I gradually became used to the additional appendage. The first time, it disappeared after three days. The change back was no less painful than when it appeared, but, thankfully, that too only took around five minutes. It didn’t appear again for another two months, just when I was beginning to think the entire experience had been a very vivid bad dream. After some research, where I discovered a small online community of people who seemed to suffer from the same condition, I came to the conclusion that it would grow instead of getting my period, and over time, I could expect it to become, not only more frequent, but more predictable. If I kept a chart, I could normally pinpoint to the day when it was going to arrive. It made things slightly easier to deal with. At least there would be no more embarrassing instances of it making an appearance in, say church, for example. That was a most humiliating Sunday to say the least - excusing myself from Father Canning’s sermon to go relieve myself in the bathroom. I prayed so hard that evening I had sore spots on my knees for days. I hoped God would understand, He had made me this way and I had to believe He knew I was only trying to protect myself from what would surely happen if I was found out.
Things were going great until the start of my Sophomore year when Rachel Berry happened. I didn’t know what it was about her, but whenever it was that time of the month, I started having real problems with self control any time she was in my line of sight. Until then, other than the ‘post-change wood’, I never had an issue, the thing would just stay calmly in my pants until it disappeared, seventy-two hours later. But Sophomore year brought glee club into my life and put Rachel Berry very firmly on my radar.
The first time it happened, I was taken by surprise. Rachel had just finished one of her many solos and was returning to her seat when she dropped something on the floor. The moment she bent over to retrieve the item and I caught a flash of pale blue panties, I started to get hard. I was so startled by this I immediately dropped my hand to my lap, surreptitiously cupping myself as if to check that it was really happening. Big mistake. The slight stimulation shot currents through me and I felt myself growing bigger by the second. There was nothing I could do but pull a folder over my lap and will my erection away. Thankfully, by the end of glee, I was once again able to stand without embarrassing myself.
Everything was fine again until later that evening when I was lying in bed trying to go to sleep. Thoughts from earlier kept surfacing as I saw that flash of blue cotton again and again. I felt a twitch in my pants as I started to get hard and, before I knew what I was doing, my hand was gripping at the base of my cock (yes, I’d grown comfortable enough now that I thought of it as part of me) and was teasing it into full hardness as thoughts of ripping away those panties and plunging deep inside Rachel swam through my mind.
I came hard that night, muffling my harsh pants in a pillow as my hips pumped quickly and I spurted my release over my stomach, imagining my fist was the wet heat of Rachel’s pussy.
My cheeks were flushed with embarrassment as I cleaned myself up later. Having a penis three days a month was a problem I’d come to cope with. Having a penis that was apparently attracted to Rachel Berry was not something I wanted to deal with.
A couple of months later I discovered that the ‘Rachel problem’ was apparently not connected to my having a penis at all. That was not something I wanted to deal with, but there was no denying the way my body responded to her, whether or not it was that time of month. For that week’s glee assignment, she’d taken slutty Catholic schoolgirl to new extremes. I couldn’t even tell you what song she was singing; my eyes were glued to her body for the full length of her performance. Her shirt was unbuttoned to reveal a generous amount of cleavage and the knot of the tie slug casually around her neck sat snug between the curves of her breasts. The skirt, even shorter than normal, showed off the full length of her legs and, as she moved around the room, those toned thighs, muscles flexing and extending with each step, left me almost drooling in my seat.
I was a quivering mess by the time she finished, the throbbing between my thighs almost too much to bear. I was grateful that she was the last one to perform, I rushed out of the choir room to my car and home. I was touching myself the moment I made it to the safety of my bedroom, eyes clenched tightly shut as I came to thoughts of Rachel wrapping those thighs around my head as I tongue-fucked her to orgasm.
That was another first. The first time I masturbated without the excuse of having to get rid of an obvious problem. It seemed Rachel was becoming a lot of my firsts and that wouldn’t be the last one.
xxxxxx
As time passed, I began to come to terms with my apparent attraction to Rachel. A couple of years ago if you’d have told me I might be gay I would have probably quoted several Bible passages at you and told you there was absolutely no way. Now, though, it made a weird sort of sense, I could look back on my life and see all the pointers. As for God, well, I was pretty sure He would be okay with it. After accepting He had granted me with an occasional penis, I had come to realise not everything I’d been brought up to believe was the truth and that, as long as I was happy, God was probably happy with me. That still didn’t mean I was ready to deal with the social consequences and so I kept quiet. I really thought I had everything under control until one day, at the beginning of Junior year, everything changed.
I’d grown careless. I miscalculated the days until my next change and so it hit me without warning after Cheerio’s practice. I was lucky in that, by the time I had finished storing the equipment, everyone else had already left, so, when I felt the burning start, I simply slumped on the floor and rested my head against the locker behind me, waiting for the change to finish.
When the pain stopped, I immediately reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down, sighing in relief as my cock sprung free of its confinement. Normally, I made sure to wear boxers the day of the change, they were so much comfier than my regular underwear. I was erect, as always, and was going to have to do something about it before I could leave the school. It was bad enough that I was going to have to leave in my cheerleading outfit, which would do almost nothing to hide the bulge, but with it standing at attention, the tent it would make in my skirt would be obscenely obvious.
I shot a quick look around the locker room. I didn’t expect to see anyone, the staff and students had left hours ago and the janitorial staff wouldn’t arrive until much later, but it paid to be cautious. Satisfied I was alone, I closed my eyes and gripped my cock, pumping in a slow, steady rhythm. The first time I came after a change was always the most intense and it was always over with very quickly. I knew it wouldn’t take me long; the pressure was already building up after only a few strokes.
I was squeezing tighter and moving my hand faster, almost there when I heard it. A gasp. A very human gasp that had not come from my lips. My eyes shot open, immediately landing on a wide-eyed brunette standing slack-jawed in front of me. Her gaze was glued to my crotch as my hand, which seemed to have a mind of its own, continued to shuttle up and down the length of my shaft. Before I could process anything my orgasm hit; think strands of fluid erupting from my cock as I closed my eyes again and moaned in relief.
When my eyes fluttered open a split second later I felt my cheeks flush hot with embarrassment. Rachel was still standing there, eyes bulging as her mouth opened and closed, repeatedly trying to form words.
I was never very good at saying the appropriate thing in awkward situations, but still, I cringed at what came out of my mouth.
“At least now I know how to get you to stop talking when you’re being annoying.” I said.
“You have a... a... but how... I’ve seen you... I mean we’ve changed... I-I don’t...” Rachel moved closer as she spoke, still staring at my crotch. I shifted uncomfortably as she sunk to her knees in front of me. This wasn’t exactly how I wanted anyone to find out. I mean, I never wanted anyone to find out, but if they were going to, I’d have preferred for it not to be like this.
As it was, I didn’t have any choice but to deal with the situation. “It’s only there three days of the month,” I explained. “I don’t really know why it happens, but it does. I normally stay home the day of the change but I miscalculated this month and so...” I gestured vaguely around.
Rachel seemed to have recovered a little from the initial shock and her next words were almost normal. “I can’t say I’ve ever heard of such a condition, but I’m sure there’s a lot of medical problems I’ve never heard of,” she said. Then her eyes flicked back down and I squirmed a little under her gaze. “But that doesn’t explain why you were masturbating while you were in school.”
“I-uh I’m always aroused straight after the change,” I mumbled. I really didn’t want to be having this conversation, but it was better to get everything out in the open now she knew. It reduced the risk of her running away to report me for jacking off on school premises. “I’ve discovered over time that it’s easier to just deal with it than wait for it to go away on its own.”
“I see. Well, that makes sense, I guess.” Rachel was distracted as she continued to examine my pelvic area. Before I could stop her, she reached out a finger and ran it the length of my shaft.
“What the hell, Rachel!” I shouted out.
“It feels so real,” she said, her thumb joining in the light touch and, oh god, that felt good.
“That’s because it is real,” I said through gritted teeth as I tried to will myself calm. It was no use, I was quickly becoming hard again and Rachel pulled her hand away with a quiet ‘oh’. “What did you expect, Rachel, you can’t just go around touching other people’s junk and expect them not to react.” I was angry and I stood up quickly, trying to get some distance between us, but that was a mistake because it brought my erection level with her mouth and I felt a twitch at the thought of what that mouth could do to me.
It was an absurd situation and I just wanted her to leave so I could take care of matters again before going home and wallowing in the utter embarrassment the day had caused. I was about to ask her to go when she looked up at me, made sure my eyes are following hers then dropped them back down to my cock and licked her lips.
I was done for. Well and truly. There were so many things I should have been doing or saying, not the least of which being to ask why she wasn’t freaking out, but all I could do was stand there and watch as she leant forward and tentatively trailed her tongue the full length of my shaft.
I let loose a groan, which she must have taken as encouragement, because the next thing I knew was the feeling of being enveloped in the wet heat of her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, taking me a little further each time and I’d never felt anything so fantastic. She ran the flat of her tongue up the underside of my shaft and then flicked it over the head and my eyes rolled back at the bolt of pleasure that shot through me.
The sound of my laboured breathing and the wet smack of her mouth on me echoed around the room. I was embarrassingly close already and it took all my remaining self control not to hold her in place and thrust hard into her.
“Rachel,” I gasped, tangling my hand in her hair, needing some connection as my orgasm approached. “Fuck Rachel, I’m close, you need to stop or I’m gonna- oh fuck- fuck.” My grip tightened as suddenly my entire length was engulfed in her mouth and the intense feeling that pulsed through me had me twitching and coming in seconds. I let out a grunt as I emptied my pulsing cock into her eager mouth. When I was done, Rachel released me and I slumped to the floor.
“I hope that was okay,” she said. “It’s not something I’ve ever done before.”
“That was more than okay,” I said, still breathing heavily as I slowly recovered. “But why did you do it? Why aren’t you running screaming? Just... why?”
“I wanted to, I’ve wanted to for a while, actually.” Rachel admitted, sliding her eyes across to look at me briefly before dropping her gaze shyly back to the hands that were folded in her lap. “My fathers have always taught me to be open and accepting towards every facet of human sexuality. This... you having a penis, while unusual, doesn’t change the fact that you’re all I’ve been thinking about for months now. I was never going to do anything about it, I never thought there was a chance you might return my affections, but seeing how you responded to my touch, well it was exciting. I apologise if my actions were too forward-“
“No Rachel,” I cut her off, raising my hand to her cheek and forcing her to look at me. “I wanted you as well.”
She smiled then, leaning towards me and bringing our lips together. I was expecting something chaste so her passion surprised me. She swiped at my lips almost immediately and I opened my mouth to her, groaning as her tongue massaged mine. My hands reached out blindly for her and I managed to pull her over so she was straddling my lap.
“Touch me,” she whispered against my mouth. “Please.”
I complied, how could I not? My hands skimmed around her sides, coming to rest beneath her t-shirt. I could feel the trembling of her muscles as I traced a pattern with my thumbs over her stomach. Her breathing grew heavier as I moved my hands further up, taking her t-shirt with them and pulling it over her head. Her bra quickly followed and as her breasts bounced free, I bent down immediately to take one in my mouth. She gasped, pushing herself up into me, one hand coming to rest at the nape of my neck while the other skimmed down my back and under my own shirt, lightly teasing the bare skin there.
“Quinn, fuck!” She moaned as I swirled my tongue around the tight peak of her nipple.
“Do you like that?” I asked, biting down gently before switching to toy with her other breast.
“Ohhh, oh yes! More.” She was grinding into me now, the damp cotton of her panties sliding along my length and I was quickly becoming hard again. She moved her hands around to cup my breasts through my bra, teasing my nipples.
“Take it off,” I said, “I need to feel your hands on me.” She undid it and ripped it and my top off my body in an instant. Her hands were immediately back on my breasts, pinching at the now bare nipples and I groaned. I was fully hard again now and the feel of her grinding into me was driving me crazy with need.
“Can I... I need...” My head was dizzy with lust and I didn’t know how to ask but she seemed to know because she moved quickly, stripping her body of the last remaining pieces of clothing. I pulled my skirt off as well and then we were both sat naked on the locker room floor.
“Lie down,” she said. The cold tiles made me shiver as I complied, but that was soon offset by the heat of her body as she settled herself on top of me. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”
I nodded and she shifted forward, gliding the swollen folds of her pussy along my cock. I could feel her wetness coating me and I shuddered, bucking my hips up. “Oh God, Rachel, please. I-I need you.”
She moved up and down a few more time, wiggling her hips and letting out gasps as her clit came into contact with the hard length of my cock. Finally she positioned herself so the head of my cock was pressing against her entrance and we both moaned simultaneously as she slid down.
She was so wet I slid easily into her and when she raised herself back up, I could see the wetness glistening on my shaft. She moved slowly at first, setting a steady pace which I was thankful for because the feel of her tight, hot pussy surrounding me was almost too much to bare.
Soon the pace increased and she fell forward, bracing herself with hands on either side of my head. Her breasts swayed in front of my face as she worked herself harder and faster on top of me and I sucked one into my mouth, teasing the nipple with my teeth.
“Quinn” she panted, her breath hot on my neck. “Oh god, Quinn. Harder.”
I moved my hands to her ass, using them to help push her hard into me as I began to thrust my hips upwards. I could feel her muscles tightening around my cock and I knew she was close.
“I want you to come, Rachel.” I whispered in her ear. “I want you to come all over me. I want to hear you scream my name. Can you do that, Rachel?”
“Fuck, Quinn, yesyesyes.”
She was so close, she was trembling on top of me and I buried myself into her again and again, each time going harder and deeper than before. My ass was slamming repeatedly against the tiles and I was grunting with each thrust, on the verge of coming myself.
“Oh fuck, Rachel, I can’t hold out any more. Come. Now.” I reached between our bodies and pressed my finger against her clit and she was coming, her muscles clenching and releasing as she convulsed on top of me, screaming her release. I followed quickly, gripping at her hips and pumping one last time, groaning out her name as I let go inside of her.
She lay panting on top of me for a while, before finally regaining strength enough to roll off and re-dress herself. I was unsure what to say at this point. I mean, we’d just had sex, on the locker room floor, in school. It wasn’t like that happened every day.
“Uh.” I started but was cut off.
“Quinn, I know what you’re going to say.” I smiled slightly, because apparently she knew more than I did. “I know, after what just happened, there’s the potential for things to get awkward between us. For that reason, I’d like to take the opportunity to ask you out on a date this evening. Perhaps if we have the opportunity to talk about what transpired and what it means we can avert any problems that may arise. Also, I would very much like for you to be my girlfriend and, although it may be a little backwards in this situation, a date is usually a good way to start.”
She looked up and me hopefully and I was powerless to resist. Even if I could have, I’m sure I wouldn’t have wanted to. “Breadstix at 8pm?” I asked.
“See you there.” She said, smiling as she placed a quick kiss on my lips and practically skipped out of the locker room.
I stood with a pretty stupid grin on my face for several minutes before I realised, not only was I still naked, but I had to get home – I had a date to get ready for.