Boy - The Drives and Desires of Masculine Dykes - No. 1

By Loren Stone

"Who was this grown-up boy, carefully concealed within her? Women steered clear of her. Men were intimidated by her. Little girls looked at her wonderingly, and little boys jeered in self-defense at the sight of her. She was aggressive, sure, and confident of herself. She moved differently than most women, with greater certitude. Her movements were less precise, not needing to cautiously negotiate her way through life, but simply sailing onward in whatever direction she chose, no matter what conditions prevailed, and fully expect to reach her destination.

"She wasn't like other women, other girls. She felt herself capable beyond dispute of whatever she attempted. She wasn't even like men or boys; she was continually reminded by them that she was not one of them, whenever she came into male company. She knew her body, trusted her body, and she had no fear of what life threw at her. When she stepped from her home on the weekends..."

For those who are Both, this book is for you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Mar 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781365833076

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Boy - The Drives and Desires of Masculine Dykes - No. 1

B♀Y

Scenes from non-binary butch life

- One -

by

Loren Stone

Copyright (c) 2017 by Loren Stone

All Rights Reserved

ISBN: 978-1-365-83307-6

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B♀Y

- One -

Brothers in Arms

Philip suffers. Therefore, he is. Philip says he is in love, and I say it's with the wrong girl. Therefore he may soon wish he never were. Philip is in love with a girl who wants to bed me, therefore, we're all in for a lot of trouble.

I'm bucking for a troubled conscience.

She's asking for a troubled year.

He's in for a rude awakening.

Philip loves a girl who wants me, and I do not intend to turn Her down, the next time She propositions me. We're all three in this together.

* * *

The first time I met Her, Philip and I were working late together. Philly doesn't mind lesbians. He actually likes the idea of dykes. And he's one of the few guys at the market where we're cashiers, who doesn't fear and resent dykey me.

Philip doesn't care if I sleep with girls. He thinks he's being modern and open by not shunning women who sleep with each other. I always suspected he did it, so that in this day and age of bisexual experimentation, his choice of dates wouldn't be narrowed. The night I met his girlfriend, my suspicions were confirmed.

He's a solid, average-looking guy with a nice personality and even temper -- except when he drinks.

She was a soft butch guitar player with a cute haircut, a winning smile, and an overwhelming need to not be prejudged or rejected.

I judged Her the minute I saw Her. I can never seem to remember Her name. Cheri or Shawna or Jane. All I could think was, She's Philip's Girlfriend. And She shouldn't be. Yes, I judged her. But I didn't reject Her. Who could?

Certainly, not Philip. Philip loves, therefore he is. It was plain he was in love with this dark-haired, short-nailed girl in jeans, boots and leather jacket, who fawned over me -- and was barely civil to him.

All I could think was, She could just as easily be My Girlfriend -- and this time next week, She just might be. The thought of taking Philip's Girlfriend from him and into my bed, sent a thrill of conquest through me. And I wondered how Philip would feel about lesbians then, when His Girlfriend bedded his best work buddy without second thought or apology.

* * *

She never apologizes. Philip tells me, the day after I meet Her and She treats him like shit in front of me, the market owner, and a produce delivery guy who's picking up some empty pallets. She never apologizes.

She tells him in front of everyone about Her female lovers in the past. The graphic accounts make even the produce guy squirm -- he leaves without taking the whole shipment. And the market owner asks Philip if he doesn't have more work to do out front. But the public humiliation gets him hard, Philip confides in me the next day. So he keeps coming back for more. She always has more to give, too, he confides in me. In front of everyone at a restaurant, she told him out loud how Her last girlfriend gave better head than him. I almost came in my pants, he admits.

Half the time I feel sorry for Philip. The rest of the time, I think he's asking for it. He freely admits that he asks for it, and I consider it his blessing on my intention to bed His Girlfriend.

I wonder if he knows what I'm thinking, and if he'll think he deserves that indignity, when it's full-blown upon him.

He'll probably come in his pants.

That's Philip.

* * *

The second time His Girlfriend crosses my path, She asks if I have a girlfriend. I cringe and shake my head. Then She asks if I have a dildo. I nod and count the cash in my till. Philip is in the restroom. He has the stomach flu.

I'd like a piece of that, She says, leaning closer to me as grunts emanate from behind the lavatory door.

If you want cock so much, why not stick with Phil? I ask, feeling uncomfortable and aroused. Her breast is pressed against my shoulder.

Masculinity is wasted on Phil, She whispers, in my ear. The only thing he responds to sexually is guilt and humiliation.

Catholic boy? I ask. I never asked Philly.

She leans back as Philip emerges, red-faced and swollen. "Roman Catholic, She nods. He wishes they'd still say the Latin mass."

I count out my nickels again. I'm aroused. And not uncomfortable. He is asking for this.

As Philip and His Girlfriend leave for the evening, She waves, supporting him by the elbow. He staggers to the car and falls into the passenger seat.

She takes the wheel. I can see Her nails are cut short. Still.

* * *

So. Phil. Tell me. Philip and I are standing idle at our cash registers, waiting for the Friday afternoon rush. What's the attraction? She's a lesbian. You're a straight male. How ever will you make it work?

An elderly lady appears as lesbian falls from my lips. She changes course on Her way to the registers, and ends up in front