Surprised by My College Friend's Secret

By John Pudding

My college friend bares it all and I take him rough and hard!

I'm Ned, the mild-mannered cheese shop reviewer.

My friend Stephan used to be a woman.

Now he's a horny trans man, with a crazy hot body to explore.

Suddenly we're on an adventure to the local cheese shop where Gregory shows us the ropes of his secret all-male party.

You won't believe what the guys get up to in the cheese cavern!

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Pudding
• Release date: Jan 22, 2022

John Pudding

John Pudding is a fashion design student in Starkville, Mississippi.

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Surprised by My College Friend's Secret

SURPRISED BY MY COLLEGE FRIEND'S SECRET

BY JOHN PUDDING

TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

CHAPTER 1

I'm Ned and I travel around the country reviewing cheese shops for a living. It's an obscure job and most people are confused when I try to explain it to them. No one understands how I'm able to support myself with what they assume is a meager income. Doesn't matter to me though. It's my niche and the less viable people think it is, the more money and opportunity there is for me in the space.

There are gourmet cheese shops worth visiting in pretty much any city with a population higher than 250,000. Since I'm a gregarious sort and come from an urbane background, I have friends and family in many of the major cities of the country. Thus, no matter where I travel I usually have a place that I can crash at. This is one way I keep costs down.

A few months back I found myself in Stuggsville, a fairly large city in a midwestern state. A friend of mine from college, Stephanie, lived here and had agreed to put me up for a couple of nights. So when I entered the city limits, I keyed her address into my phone and began the drive over in my budget rental car. Eventually I entered a gentrifying neighborhood lined with cute row houses, one of which seemed to be my destination.

I pulled up, parked and exited my rental. On my walk up I noted the masculine nature of both the floral arrangements in the yard and the paint job of the house facade. This surprised me as my friend Stephanie was quite the feminine charmer in her salad days. Maybe she has a husband or a boyfriend, I thought. I noted the garden flag proclaiming the man of the house's prowess with the grill, and had a chuckle.

At the front door I paused for a moment, checking myself out with the front-facing camera of my phone. I was a handsome fellow, as always. My brunette hair was perfectly coiffed and held in place with a mild scented spray. I had lightly applied foundation to even my skin tone and there was a touch of shade at my brows to accentuate my manly features. My light blue collared shirt was neat and unwrinkled, tucked into my charcoal pants to flatter my trim, muscular waistline. I am certainly ready to meet my old college friend, I thought. Boyfriend or no, I'll blow her out of the water with my rugged good looks.

I rang the doorbell and gave a few quick raps at the door for good measure. I heard footsteps steadily approaching. I couldn't wait to see how the years had treated Stephanie.

To my displeasure, a man greeted me. He was blond like Stephanie and on the petite side,