Inspired by the series Kyle XY. Might turn this into a series with many chapters depending on the outcome of this one.
Note: all characters are above 18.
The fluorescent lights of the Seattle holding center buzzed like a swarm of angry bees, casting harsh shadows on the concrete walls. Kyle, just an 18yr boy with no memories, no past—sat on a metal bench, his lean, muscular frame hunched in just a t-shirt and jeans. The guards whispered, their eyes wide with disbelief, not at his lack of a belly button, but at something far more shocking. During intake, when they’d stripped him for a search, his 10-inch cock had swung free—thick, veiny, and impossibly large for his age, even soft. “Kid’s a damn freak,” one muttered, the others exchanging stunned glances. Kyle, clueless about the world, tilted his head, his piercing blue eyes blank, unaware of the stir he’d caused.Nicole Trager, a compassionate therapist with a heart bigger than her caseload, had seen potential in the boy. No records, no family, but an intelligence that shone through his silence. She’d fought to take him home, convincing the authorities he needed care, not a cell. Now, as she led him to her minivan, his bare feet in borrowed sneakers, she sensed his otherness—his superhuman aura, his 10-inch secret tucked away in loose sweatpants she’d grabbed from lost-and-found. “You’re safe now, Kyle,” she said softly, her 34C tits rising under her cardigan as she smiled, unaware of the storm brewing in her home.
The Trager house was a suburban haven—two stories, white picket fence, the smell of fresh laundry and chaos. Nicole guided Kyle inside, introducing him to her family: Stephen, her super busy husband; Lori, her rebellious 21-year-old daughter; and Josh, her snarky younger son. Kyle stood in the living room, his tall frame awkward, eyes darting like he was decoding a new language. “He’ll stay in the guest room,” Nicole announced, her voice firm but warm. Lori rolled her eyes, her 32B tits perky under a tight tank, muttering, “Great, a weirdo for a roommate.” Josh just stared, sensing Kyle’s strangeness.
That first night, the house hummed with tension. Kyle, given a pair of Josh’s old pajamas, explored his room, touching walls, fascinated by textures, his mind a blank slate absorbing everything. Nicole checked on him, her bouncy tits outlined in a loose sleep shirt, explaining, “This is your space, Kyle. You’re part of us now.” He nodded, clueless but trusting, his cock stirring faintly at her warmth, a sensation he didn’t understand. The next morning, chaos struck. Lori, fresh from a shower, rushed to the upstairs bedroom, her towel wrapped tight around her bosom. Kyle, wandering the hall in his pajamas, was equally clueless, heading to brush his teeth as Nicole had shown him. They collided at the bathroom door—Lori’s towel snagged on Kyle’s elbow, yanking free and falling to the floor. Her naked body flashed into view: lean, teenage curves, her 32B tits perky and exposed, small pink nipples hardening in the cool air, her shaved pussy a fleeting glimpse before she squealed, “What the hell?!”Kyle froze, his superhuman senses overwhelmed—her scent, her skin, the sight of her tight B-cups bouncing as she scrambled for the towel. His body reacted instinctively, his 10-inch cock surging to life, tenting the pajamas into a massive, unmistakable bulge. Lori’s eyes widened, catching the outline, her shock mixing with a teenage flush. “Holy shit, Kyle, what is that?” she gasped, clutching the towel but not covering fully, her B-cups jiggling as she stared. Nicole rushed up, hearing the commotion, her own boobs bouncing under her robe. “Lori! Kyle! What’s going on?” She saw the towel, Lori’s flushed face, and Kyle’s obscene bulge, her therapist instincts kicking in. “Kyle, it’s okay, accidents happen. Lori, cover up.” But Lori, smirking now, muttered, “Mom, he’s packing,” before sauntering to her room, her ass swaying, leaving Kyle confused and throbbing.
It didn't take long before her friend Hilary arrived. Kyle sat in the living room, trying to process the morning—Lori’s body, the strange heat in his groin, his 10-inch cock still half-hard under his jeans. Nicole was at work, Stephen at the office, Josh at a friend’s, leaving Kyle alone until the doorbell rang. Lori, still buzzing from the towel incident, let in her best friend, Hilary, the 21 year old resident slut of their high school circle, known for sneaking boys into her car and bragging about it. Hilary strutted in, her 34C tits bouncing in a low-cut halter top, her tanned skin glowing, her blonde hair tossed with full confidence like she owned the place. “Who’s the hottie?” she asked Lori, eyeing Kyle’s clueless stare and the faint bulge in his jeans. Lori smirked, “New foster brother, Kyle. Total weirdo, but... you should’ve seen him this morning.” She whispered the towel story, Hilary’s eyes lighting up like a predator’s. “No way. Let me see this freak.”Lori left for her room to finish dressing leaving Hilary alone with Kyle. He sat on the couch, tilting his head, trying to decode her confident smile. “You’re... different,” he said, his voice soft, superhuman mind racing but clueless about social cues. Hilary laughed, plopping beside him, her 34C tits jiggling close. “Different? Baby, you’re the one with a monster in your pants.” She noticed his bulge, still lingering from Lori’s flash, and her slutty side took over. “You don’t even know what you’re packin’, do you? Let Hilary teach you.”
Hilary’s lips crashed onto Kyle’s, a bold, sloppy kiss that jolted his senses. He froze, then mimicked her, his superhuman learning kicking in, tongue tangling with hers, tasting her cherry lip gloss. “Like that, Kyle,” she murmured, pulling back, her 34C tits heaving as she yanked his shirt off, revealing his chiseled abs. His cock throbbed, fully hard now, straining his jeans. Hilary unzipped him, gasping as it sprang free—thick, veiny, the head leaking precum. “Fuck, you’re a goddamn unicorn,” she said, stroking him, her hands struggling with his girth.
She dropped to her knees, her halter top slipping to reveal one nipple, and took his cock in her mouth, sucking the head with wet, eager slurps. Kyle groaned, his first taste of pleasure overwhelming, his mind cataloging every sensation. Hilary bobbed, taking half his 10 inches, gagging but determined, saliva dripping down his shaft, her hands pumping the base. “You taste good, newbie,” she mumbled, her lips stretching wide, her body rocking as she sucked deeper, her confidence unshaken by his size. Kyle’s hands hovered, then gripped her hair, learning fast, guiding her rhythm as she moaned around him. He couldn't explain but he could feel something coming, a sweet sensation. Hilary being the pro could tell he was close so she stood, stripping her top and shorts, her 34C tits bouncing free, her tanned ass perky as she pushed Kyle back on the couch. “Time for your first ride,” she said, straddling him, guiding his cock to her soaked pussy. She sank down, gasping, “Holy shit, you’re huge!” her tight walls stretching around him. She's had a more than a few guys but never one as large as this. She rode hard, cowgirl-style, hips slamming down, her ass smacking his thighs, her body a blur of motion. Kyle’s superhuman mind adapted, thrusting up to match her, his cock hitting deep, making her scream, “Fuck, yes!” She climaxed fast, her pussy spasming, soaking him as she trembled, her face contorted in slutty bliss. “You’re a natural, Kyle,” she panted, still grinding, teaching him control.
Hilary slid off, legs shaky, and lay back, spreading her thighs to catch her breath. Kyle, clueless but eager, knelt between her legs, his superhuman senses catches her scent, her wetness. She's shocked by his motion, "wow, I usually have to beg guys to go down on me." She guided his head, “Lick here, slow.” He obeyed, tongue flicking her clit with precision, learning her moans like data points. His licks grew confident, swirling, sucking, savoring every drop of this newly discovered juice. Hilary bucked, screaming, “Fuck, you’re too good!” cumming again, her juices coating his chin, his fast learning turning him into a pro.
“Time to fuck me right,” Hilary said, flipping onto all fours, her ass up, tanned and inviting. Kyle, now a quick study, gripped her hips, sliding his cock into her pussy from behind, doggy-style. He fucked perfectly, his superhuman strength and precision driving deep, his balls slapping her clit, fucking her so hard that the couch starts creaking under them. Hilary moaned, “Yes, Kyle, just like that!” her body rocking, her ass rippling with each thrust. He learned her cues, adjusting angle and speed, pounding harder, his thick cock stretching her as she came a third time, screaming his name. Kyle’s stamina held, his cluelessness gone, replaced by instinct. He could feel that sweet sensation coming again and with Hilary still cuming on his cock, his senses overloaded, his hands gripping her ass even tighter than before. Hilary knowing what's coming quickly pulls out and faces him, ready to receive all of him. Kyle let go of every hindrance and allowed his cock to discharge—thick ropes of cum blasting her face, splattering her chin, dripping onto the couch. She licked it up, grinning, “well done, Kyle” Kyle panted, mind racing, processing pleasure like a new language.
Hilary dressed, winking at Kyle before climbing upstairs to meet Lori.
Kyle sat, cock softening, murmuring, “This... is human connection?” The house stayed quiet, Nicole none the wiser when she returned.
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