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First Published: 19 January 2017
Super Human Isabella Story Code: Under Age, Confused Sex He couldn't leap a tall building with a single bound and he couldn't see through walls with his x-ray vision and he'd never be able to run faster than a speeding train but all the same Sam Fletcher was super human... I got my first early finish in months, usually I'd fritter my time having a coffee and a slice of cake in a posh tea shop in town or visit my beautician in Northampton but today was a Saturday, Robin my fifteen year old son would be at home on his own so I decided to forgo my usual pampering session and caught an early bus home. I'd forgotten all about football, Robin played in the village under sixteen year old team and he would just about be finishing his game on the village park at about the same time that I arrived home. I had a few jobs that I had to do over the weekend and one of those was getting Robin's uniform ready for school on Monday so as I was alone in the house I started ironing his uniform. I could see from the utility room that Robin was heading home from the match, he was wearing his football kit instead of changing at the sports pavilion, that meant that Robin hadn't had a shower but more importantly I'd have to wash his football kit before training on Tuesday. I saw something strange, Robin was walking along with Sam and Sam was also dressed in his football strip too, it shouldn't have been too unusual though apart from Sam's age and the fact that Sam lived in the other direction from the park. Sam was only thirteen years old so Robin and Sam would usually steer clear of each other, Sam and Robin did have just one mutual friend, the girl that lived across the road from us, Sarah. Sarah was Robin's long term girlfriend, she had just turned fourteen and she was in the same class as Sam at school so Sam and Robin had less animosity because of their mutual friendship with Sarah. I watched as the two walked along towards our house, Sam walked much like he played football, he was graceful, even just walking down the street Sam looked like he was dancing while my son plodded along like a cart horse. They were the same when playing football, Robin would run along with the ball at his feet and he could easily have it taken away from him because he was solid footed, he was powerful and could tackle hard but he couldn't react or respond at speed and his opponents could easily 'Dummy' him, sending him after phantom balls and players. Sam was different though, when he ran down the pitch with the ball glued to his toe you could almost hear the music he was listening to in his head as he danced down the pitch, nimble footed, always totally balanced, always ready to twitch and change direction in the blink of an eye. Actually Sam was surprisingly delicate for a thirteen year old boy, delicate and pretty and over the past few months he seemed to be getting even softer, even more rounded than he had been. I'd stopped ironing to watch the boys approaching the house, Robin looked pleased with himself as he stomped along, as flat footed as an elephant, Sam didn't look so happy, the last time I saw Sam looking so unhappy he'd been hacked down during a match and the trainer had called for an ambulance fearing that the other player had broken Sam's leg. Sam had managed to get back to his feet after the paramedic had confirmed that no bones were broken and five minutes later Sam was right back into the game again. I was about to call out that I was there when Robin opened the back door but I was stopped when I heard Robin say, "I won the bet and my mother won't be home for at least another hour so will you let me do it today?" I heard Sam's voice, he sounded a little depressed, "I said I would but I was cheated, every one of their players had it in for me and left the rest of you unmarked. You would never usually score more goals than me normally." I finished ironing Robin's shirt and hung it on a hanger on the clothing rack. I walked into the kitchen, two pairs of trainers in the middle of the kitchen floor, the size eight shoes that belonged to Robin and the size fives that belonged to Sam, even their shoes showed the remarkable differences between them. I could see from the kitchen into the living room, Robin and Sam were sitting on the sofa, Sam looking nervous and Robin looking like that cat that had the cream. Robin reached out with his left hand and gripped the back of Sam's neck, pulling his face close to his own, I jumped slightly as Robin kissed Sam on the lips, a passionate kiss, the kind of kiss that I'd seen Robin use on Sarah over the years. Robin's right hand rubbed over the front of Sam's football shirt, I was just standing there with my mouth wide open as Robin kissed Sam and rubbed all over Sam's chest. The kiss was broken and Robin smiled at Sam, Sam just looked awkward, "Come on Sam, you said if I scored more goals than you today you'd let me go all the way and in the nude!" Sam's forehead furrowed into deeper despair, "Are you sure that your mum won't be home for at least an hour?" "She's never home before five o'clock on a Saturday when it's her turn to work!" Sam nodded his head and he started to pull his football shirt off over his head, I got a bigger surprise as Sam pulled his football shirt off over his head than I got from watching my son kiss another boy on the lips, Sam was wearing a bra under his baggy football shirt, not only wearing a bra but filling it too. Robin rubbed his hand over Sam's bra covered breasts, "How come you've grown so big so quickly?" "My specialist put me on high dose Oestrogen and progesterone implants three months ago, and they're really messing with my body!" I was doubly shocked now, why would a thirteen year old boy's doctor prescribe a sex change drug to a thirteen year old boy, I wouldn't have said that Sam had any gender issues, I'd never seen him involved in the usual rough and tumble that local boys got into during the summer, I'd noticed that even when encouraged by their football coach, Sam wouldn't tackle another player hard like the rest of the team but then he didn't have to, he was skilful enough to take a ball away from another player without causing a ripple. Robin leaned in and sucked Sam's nipple into his mouth, he bit down and pulled his head away, stretching Sam's nipple until it was dragged through Robin's teeth., "Sarah loves me doing that!" "Well, I don't but then I'm not used to you doing it, Sarah's had seven years practice!" Robin gestured with his head, I thought he'd seen me in the kitchen because Robin's gesture seemed to be aimed at me but it wasn't, he was directing Sam to stand up and as Sam stood up Robin took his own football shirt off, Sam hesitated a moment, "Come on Sam: don't chicken out now!" Sam pulled his shorts down and was standing there in front of Robin wearing just his athletics supporter and football socks. He looked so incongruous standing there with thirty inch 'B' cup breasts standing out from his upper body and an erection pushing his 'Jock-strap' away from his lower body. Robin leaned forward, he was pulling his own shorts down but he'd captured his 'Jock-strap' so with one movement he was naked, well, naked apart from his football socks, sitting on the sofa with his cock to attention. From the doorway I could see my son's cock, he'd grown since the last time I saw his cock standing to attention, he was almost five inches long and his cock was quite fat with a deep purple cockhead. As soon as Robin had pulled his shorts away from his feet he reached up and took a hold on Sam's 'Jock-strap', pulling it down to reveal Sam's erection, Sam was only four inches long and little fatter than a cigarette. Robin took Sam's cock with his left hand, between his index and middle fingers and his thumb then Robin began masturbating Sam, he leaned his head in and sucked Sam's cockhead into his mouth as his right hand started fondling Sam's balls. I know that I should have stepped in and stopped things between my son and Sam but I didn't get the same urge to stop Robin and Sarah fooling about together, as Sarah got older I did have the 'condom' talk with my son, warning him about the dangers of getting a girl pregnant now that he was growing up, of course I'd never mentioned Sarah in that conversation but Sarah was the only girl that Robin had ever shown any interest in so far. Robin moved his fingers just behind Sam's ball-sack and suddenly they disappeared, Sam gasped and reached down, pulling Robin's head onto his cock further and then I realised that Robin was finger-fucking Sam with his right hand while he wanked Sam's cock with his left hand as he sucked him off. Everything about the scene was wrong, Robin had to be pushing his fingers up Sam's bottom but his entry had been too easy and his fingers were too far forward, seemed to be far too close to Sam's balls, almost as if he was pushing his fingers up into Sam's scrotum rather than his bottom. Robin pulled his mouth away from Sam's cock, "Close?" Sam gasped and nodded his head, Robin's mouth was less than an inch away from Sam's cockhead, it was wide open and now Robin was working both hands faster, suddenly a jet of brilliant white semen flew from Sam's cock and it was caught by Robin in his mouth. Robin leaned back in and covered Sam's cock with his mouth again as he continued to work both hands rapidly finishing Sam off. Robin sucked manfully for two minutes before stopping all action; he pulled his head back again, "Was that okay for you?" Sam grinned for the first time and he nodded his head. "So, did I do a good enough job to be allowed to go all the way?" Sam looked around the living room, fortunately I had just stepped back from the doorway before Sam looked in my direction, "Are you sure we have time?" "I'm sure, the earliest my mum has been home on a Saturday has been five o'clock, We've got at least forty-five minutes left." Robin leaned back against the back of the sofa and Sam stepped up onto the sofa, one foot eather side of Robin's hips before lowering himself down. Robin pulled Sam's balls to one side so he could see under and guide his cock into Sam's body. Sam sighed and then gasped as Robin's cock disappeared totally inside Sam's body. Robin wrapped his arm around Sam's back, dragging Sam down against his chest, I thought that Sam had taken my son's cock surprisingly easily up his bottom, I'd tried anal before, even just one finger had to be inserted very carefully but there was no care or gentleness from Robin as he fucked Sam, I moved a little further into the living room, suddenly I spotted a flash of Sam's anus as he lifted his body up off of Robin's but that was impossible...how the hell could I see Sam's tightly puckered anal muscle if my son's cock was pounding up into it. Sam rocketed to a climax and even though Robin wasn't touching Sam's cock it started pumping spunk all over Robin's stomach and chest. "Does the fact that you're on birth control implants mean that I can cum in you safely?" Sam gasped, "It makes a mess but you won't make me pregnant!" "Fucking aces!" Robin started pounding away even harder inside Sam's body, Robin was just starting his own climax as Sam had his third, pumping even more semen over Robin's body just as my mobile phone sounded. Sam froze, Robin couldn't, he was out of control as he was servicing his own orgasm. "Hello!" "Hi Paula, I'm looking for Sam, someone said that he left the game with your son!" Robin finished gasping through his orgasm and both Sam and Robin were looking at me. "Yes, he's here with robin, didn't he tell you first that he was coming round here?" "No he didn't and...to be honest we're very worried about him, he's on some new medication and he's acting a little out of character for him recently." "Would you like me to walk him home?" "No, don't trouble yourself, I'm just glad that I know where he is...I'll pop over in a few minutes and pick him up if that's okay." "I'll get the kettle on, see you in a minute." Two very worried looking boys were now sitting still connected at the groin and neither of them were breathing, they weren't even blinking, they were just frozen in fear and embarrassment. "You'd better have a quick shower the both of you, Sam's mother is coming round to collect him in a few minutes!" Robin pushed Sam off of his cock and made him start to move towards the shower room, I pulled Robin to my side and whispered in his ear, "You'd better wash Sam out while you're in the shower or he'll leave a mess in his shorts that might just give the game away! You'd better both go in together as you don't have long enough to shower one after the other." Sam and Robin were still upstairs when Sam's mother pulled up outside our house in her oversized four by four. I invited her into my kitchen, the living room still smelled like sex. I made two coffees and we sat chatting, "So, you're having a few problems with Sam at the moment? Just typical new teenage angst, I remember that with Robin, fortunately he had Sarah across the road to focus on when he turned thirteen!" Sam's mother looked a little shocked, "So how are Sam's problems manifesting themselves?" "Oh, just a little confusion, you know, who he is, what he wants to do. Today was his last football match, I know that I should have been there for him but I was stuck out on the motorway and missed the end of the game." "Why was it his last game of football?" "He's moving on to middle school after the summer break, he won't have time to play and train for football for a few years." "Really! That's sad, he's our best player by far...are you sure that it doesn't have anything to do with him wearing a bra under his football shirt..." I turned my left arm so that Sam's mum could see the three tramlines under the surface of the skin. "...or anything to do with the fact that Sam has one of these on his left forearm?" Sam's mother's face turned bright red and she tried to hide behind her mug. "I know that Sam's football shirt is a little baggy but I'd still guess that he has something like thirty inch 'B' cup breasts, now the implant could be to change Sam's gender but you're fighting to stop people finding out that Sam's androgynous so I'm sure that he's been prescribed the birth control implants to stop him becoming pregnant...am I right?" She looked relieved and visibly relaxed in front of me. "It's a terrible secret that I've had to bear for thirteen long years, just me, Sam and his doctor, the only three people in the world that know about Sam's condition." "What about his father? What about school...surely other people know?" "No, no one else knows, his father never bathed him or changed his nappy when he was a baby and you have to get really close to him to actually spot the difference...well, until he had his first period a few months ago. We knew that Sam could ejaculate, it was embarrassing but his doctor made him do it so that he could be tested, he is actually exceedingly fertile, like everything he does, he's in the top five percent of the population in everything including sperm production." Sam's mother changed visibly in front of my eyes, she softened and leaned into me, "You have no idea how hard it is to keep secret, Sam's specialist was hoping that because his male reproduction system was so strong that his female side might be under developed but his female side is just as prolific and his doctor worried that Sam could self fertilise and even though we knew that the implants would start his breasts growing faster than nature intended we had to risk it or he could have fallen pregnant!" I blew over the top of my already cold coffee and thought to myself, 'He certainly could get pregnant if he did what I saw earlier today with Robin very often!' I actually wondered just how many other boys Sam had let fuck him and just how small the circle of people was that knew about Sam's unique and super human body. 2,966 Words.
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