The Record Store Boy Learned Fast

There is a record store near me that I go to sometimes when I do not want to be on my phone. It is small and kind of dark and they have this bin near the back wall that is all stuff people traded in so you never know what is going to be in there. I like digging through it. It is one of those things I do that has nothing to do with being hot and I think that is why I like it.

Anyway I was standing at the bin last Saturday afternoon flipping through a stack of beat up jazz records and this guy reached past me for the same one I was about to grab. Our hands touched and he pulled back like he had put his fingers on a stove.

“Sorry” he said. “Go ahead.”

I looked at him. Tall. Glasses. Button down shirt tucked into his jeans in a way that should not have worked but did. He had this nervous energy where he kept adjusting his glasses and looking at me and then looking at the records and then looking at me again.

I held up the record and said “You can have it. I do not even own a turntable.”

He laughed. It was a real laugh not a polite one and I liked it.

We ended up standing there for maybe twenty minutes talking about nothing. He told me his name was Calder. He was finishing up grad school. He lived alone. He kept finding reasons to keep the conversation going and I could tell he was interested but he had no idea how to make a move.

I like that. I like when they are interested and nervous about it and I am the one who decides how it goes.

“Do you want to come over?” I said.

He stared at me like I had offered him a million dollars. “Right now?”

“Yeah. Right now.”

He said yes so fast he almost interrupted me.

We walked to my apartment because it was close. In the elevator I told him I was trans. I said it the way I always say it which is just flat and calm because I have done it enough times that it does not scare me anymore.

He said okay. Then he said “I have never been with a trans girl before.”

“That is fine,” I said. “I will tell you what I like.”

Inside my apartment he stood in the middle of my living room like he did not know what to do with his body. His hands were in his pockets and then at his sides and then in his pockets again. I walked over and took both of his hands and put them on my waist.

“Start here,” I said.

He kissed me. Gentle and slow and a little unsure but I kissed him back harder and he matched it. I walked him backward until his back hit the wall and I pressed myself against him and I could feel him getting hard through his jeans.

I pulled my shirt off and he looked at my chest. My tits are small. Barely A cups. He put his hand on one and ran his thumb across my nipple and I closed my eyes.

“Lower,” I said.

His hand went down my stomach and I undid my jeans and guided his hand in. His fingers found my cock and he wrapped them around it and I felt him tense for just a second and then his grip tightened and he started stroking.

“Like that,” I said. “A little firmer.”

He listened. He was the kind of person who listens to instructions and actually follows them which is rarer than you would think. His other hand was still on my waist holding me against the wall like he was afraid I would leave if he let go.

I got hard in his hand and reached down and undid his belt. His cock was already straining against his boxers. I pulled him out and jerked him off while he jerked me off and we stood there against my wall in my living room doing that to each other and it was messy and close and neither of us talked.

“I want to suck your cock,” I said.

I got on my knees. He tasted clean and warm and he was big enough that I had to work at it a little which I liked. I took him deep and looked up at him and his head was tilted back against the wall and his mouth was open and one hand was in my hair.

He lasted maybe four minutes. He said my name right before he came and that got me.

After, I stood up and he looked at me and then got on his knees without me asking. That surprised me. He took my cock in his mouth and he was sloppy and inexperienced and it was honestly perfect. I could tell he had thought about this. Maybe for a long time. He kept looking up at me to check if he was doing it right and I put my hand on his jaw and said “You are doing great.”

I came in his mouth and he swallowed and sat back on his heels and looked up at me with this expression that I still think about. Like he had just done the bravest thing he had ever done and could not quite believe it had been that easy.

He stayed for two hours after. We sat on my couch and he told me about his thesis and I pretended to understand most of it. He left around seven and texted me from the elevator saying he had a really good time.

I am seeing him again on Friday.