Xander’s Nocturnal Adventure

I do not own BtVS or, its characters, they belong to others. I am not making any money from this story.

All the characters are over eighteen.

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Eighteen year old Xander Harris looked in the mirror. He looked beautiful, with his make-up and his hair curled he looked, if not like a young lady, at least close enough to be mistaken in low light and at a distance. He had carefully shaved, so apart from his head there was not a hair anywhere on his body. Not that anyone would have been able to tell, he had dressed conservatively – a blouse and cardigan on top, a knee length skirt and pantyhose below. The only concession to sluttiness were his silk panties, within which his seven-inch cock strained.

Yes, Xander Harris had a secret. Ever since he was little he had liked to dress up and fantasise he was a woman. As he got older he used the money he got from odd-jobs around the house on secretly purchasing lipstick and skirts, hiding it all in a box beneath his bed. When he could he'd get them out and parade round his room, whilst thinking about being balled from behind by a well-hung stud and being made a proper 'woman'. But not whilst he was in the last year of Sunnydale High – he was willing to face demons and vamps, but he wasn't ready to face the catcalls and jibes of his peers.

He looked out the window. It was dusk. He slipped on his high-heels, he had been practising in them since he was fourteen and had the walk just right, a sexy swing of the thighs that made his ass wiggle enticingly. He took a deep breath and picking up his handbag, headed downstairs at outside.

It was his first time he'd gone feminine outside his room. But his parents were away and wouldn't see him leave, and it was dark enough that no-one would recognise him at a distance (and he had no intention of letting anyone get close), but not so dark the vamps were out.

Walking around Sunnydale Xander felt a powerful sense of release. He wished he could be like this all the time; free, free as a bird. He was in such bliss that he failed to notice it was getting darker and that there were less and less passers-by as Sunnydale's living residents got themselves indoors. In fact he didn't notice it until he turned from admiring some shoes in a shop window and turned round into a grinning vampire.

The vamp smiled, "Now look what we got here, a cutie all dressed up for dinner."

At least, thought Xander, as he tried to push himself against the shop window, someone's decided I look cute. He closed his eyes as the vampire's mouth got closer. The vamp's hands moved to his waist and then let go. Xander waited for the bite.

"Xander?" it was a familiar voice, though more quizzical than normal. Xander opened his eyes silently wishing the vamp had bit him. In front of him stood Angel, a stake in his hand and a pile of dust at his feet, "Xander?"

"Hi," said Xander weakly. It was no use pretending to be someone else, Angel was close enough to recognise him. He wracked his mind for an excuse for why he was dressed like a young woman and wandering Sunnydale's streets – nothing came to him. Instead all he could see was Angel looking at him, the vamp exuding manliness in start contrast to Xander's sissyboy attire.

"I never thought I'd say this," said the vampire, "but Xander you look damn attractive. Prettier than Buffy, even..."

"R... Really," said Xander. He'd always secretly fancied Angel, though in public he felt he had to be rude in case people thought he crushed on the dark vamp with a soul, "You think..."

"I do," Angel interrupted Xander before the eighteen year old could finish. He stepped forward and Xander could see a large bulge in the vampire's pants. Before Xander could say anything more Angel kissed him. Xander had kissed before, when he'd gone out with Cordelia Chase, but they had been either limp or slobbery and whilst he had gone through the motions they had never done anything for him. This kiss was different, Xander could feel himself melting in Angel's embrace, the vampire strong hands holding Xander as his mouth opened and his tongue slipped in. Xander could feel his stomach flop and his brain explode, more physically his cock went hard inside his panties. The vampire pulled away, his sensitive, but strong eyes looking over Xander to check his reaction. Slowly a smile came onto the vampire's face as saw how much Xander had enjoyed the feeling of the vampire's mouth, "And a good kisser. Buffy was always too possessive."

"Thanks," Xander blushed.

"Let me walk you home," said Angel, "You should know better than being out so late in Sunnydale."

"Thanks," Xander blushed, again. We began to walk along the deserted street. After a few paces, Angel's hand moved and slid to rest mid-way down my back. His cock tensed in excitement, hoping for a further shift downwards, but Angel was the perfect gentleman.

"So how long you been dressing as a girl?" he asked.

"A long time. This was my first time out," Xander said.

"I thought you were a girl at first. I clocked the vamp following you and followed him. I admit we were both taken in by the swing of the hips. It was only when I staked him I saw it was you. I don't think he ever knew," Angel continued.

"Really? That's good, I'd love to be able to really pass for a woman. I really would, I'd love to be a proper woman," Xander replied.

"In all ways?" asked Angel.

"Well, I don't think I'd like menstrual cramps. But I love being a girl, and I'm eighteen now, so it would nice to be made a, y'know, real woman," Xander blushed as he spoke.

"You'd make a great real woman," said Angel and Xander almost swooned at the husky sexiness of his voice. He continued, "Before I had a soul I used to fuck a lot, women and... 'women'."

Xander's cock really did tremble, especially as Angel's fingers caressed his back and slid a little lower. Not too low, but enough. You could have cut the sexual tension between them with a knife as Xander asked, "So which did you prefer, women or 'women'?"

Angel laughed, "Now you're asking. I liked both."

For a few moments Xander lapsed into silence as they approached his house. His parents would be away until tomorrow afternoon, so he had the house to himself. He was eighteen and ready, he just hoped Angel was. They stopped at the door and Xander pulled out the door key. He opened the door and stepped in. He paused and looked at the sexy hunk in front of him, the dark souled vampire was so manly standing there in black. Xander gulped, "You want to come in?"

Angel smiled, "Unless you're planning to blow me on the porch," he stepped in.

Xander looked at the vampire's crotch. It was large and expanded and Xander felt a stab of lust, but also worry, "If we... y'know do it... will you become... Angelus?"

Angel shook his head, smiling, "No, when Buffy sent me to hell that curse was lifted. Happiness doesn't get rid of my soul." He stroked Xander's face.

Xander shut the door, "Why didn't you get back with Buffy?"

"Would you get back with the girl who stabbed you and sent you to Hell?" said Angel.

"No," said Xander. That was enough questions, he was content. He got to his knees in front of the vampire and undid the zip of the black jeans, followed by the button. He pulled the pants down the vampire's thighs. The cock sticking out Angel's boxer shorts must have been twelve inches and it was already hard. Xander pulled down the boxers and gazed in awe at the massive dong, it was bigger than he'd seen in any changing rooms. It made him salivate with lust. He looked up, "Can...I" he didn't finish the sentence.

"Suck it, yes," said Angel. He ran his hand through Xander's hair as the eighteen year old ran his tongue over the erect penis. The vampire gave a groan of pleasure, pleasing Xander as he licked the hunk's ballsack and ran his tongue through the pubic hair covering it. Bringing his tongue back over the veiny member, Xander left a trail of spit.

Xander opened his mouth and slid his lipsticked lips down the prong. There was a large moan from Angel as the teenager moved his mouth down. He stroked Xander's head, "That's it Xander. Suck my dick. I want you to suck my dick."

Xander had never sucked a cock before and was surprised how much he enjoyed it. There was something very sensual about giving your partner pleasure, which made up for not getting any yourself. And there was a definite taste, a musky with a bit of saltiness - more salt from the oozing pre-cum that dripped into Xander's mouth. He moved deeper, taking more of the cock and pressing it with his tongue against his cheek. Slowly he bobbed his head and then as he heard Angel's pleasured moans he Xander moved quicker and quicker, sucking the large cock.

"I'm gonna cum," Angel gasped in warning. Too late...

His large member exploded, sending millions of tiny (but dead) sperm flooding into Xander's mouth. Xander gulped and swallowed, taking down as much as he could. It tasted so great, that Xander was disappointed there wasn't more. He licked his laps, trying to take in the cum that his mouth hadn't been able to hold, "That was yummy..."

"Was that your first blow-job?" said Angel, "Because it was fantastic."

"It was," Xander blushed at the compliment, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I did," Angel pulled up his jeans.

Xander looked at the vampire's crotch as he stood. He had just blown Angel, but now he wanted more "Do you want to stay?"

"And fuck your virgin butt," said the vampire, smiling, "You bet."

"Shall we go upstairs?" asked Xander. He was relieved as the vampire nodded, taking his hand and leading him to his bedroom.

They entered. Xander turned to Angel and put his finger on his chest, "Can I just get changed?"

"Sure, I'll wait," Angel gave a sexy smile.

Xander pulled his sissy box out of its hidden place and took it into the bathroom. He carefully folded up what he was wearing, making a mental note to clean the cum stain from his cardy before he wore it again. Then he picked up his nightdress. It was silk and felt so nice against his body, though as he put it on Xander suddenly wished he'd bought one a bit shorter and more translucent – but it was too late now. He touched up his lipstick, thinking a girl must always look his best. He looked in the mirror, yes, he was beautiful tonight...

By the time he got to his bedroom Angel was already naked and in bed. His muscular chest was on show, but the sheets covered his lower half – though from the bulge he was waiting Xander with excitement. He gave a whistle as Xander came in, "My God, Xander you really are a pretty girl. Give me a twirl."

Xander did so, feeling the nightdress lift above his knee as he did so. Angel grinned and patted the bed, "Come on, join me."

Xander got in, pulling the sheets up to his waist. He looked at Angel for a moment, admiring the strong lines of his face, his sensitive eyes and muscular body. The vampire grinned and rolled onto Xander, his mouth pressing against the young eighteen year old. Xander could feel the hardness of Angel's large cock pressing into him and his own was risen in response. He groaned as Angel's lips touched his throat and chin, pushed onto his lips and then back to slurp at his neck. Even as the vampire was kissing him his hand was beneath Xander's nightie. He reached up and cupped his hand over Xander's balls for a moment, giving them a sexual squeeze, before moving up and rubbing at Xander's erect cock. The teenager groaned, "Oh yes, that's it. I'm your good girl... I'm your good girl..."

"No, you're my woman," corrected Angel. He stopped stroking the cock, at least with his hand, as his own erect member continued to push through the material of the nightie and rub against Xander's prick. The teenager gave quick gasp as Angel's finger moved and touched his asshole. The vampire with a soul began to rub the hole, tickling it and caressing it, driving Xander wild with excitement. He got even more excited as Angel's finger tip entered it. The vampire smiled as he saw Xander's reaction, "Like that?" he asked.

Without waiting for an answer he pushed his finger in deeper so it reached to his knuckle. It was both a little soar and discomforting, decided Xander, but also exciting and erotic. He decided he could ignore the latter and concentrate on the former, especially as he was hoping for something bigger than the vampire's middle finger in there. He nodded, "I like..."

Angel pushed in the full-length and Xander gave a little moan, "I do like..."

"In that case," said Angel, "Turn on your front and I'll give it something bigger."

Xander swiftly did as he was told. He felt Angel lift his nightie and leave the hem resting on his lower back. The souled vampire's strong hands gripped Xander's cheek and the teen felt them being gently, but firmly being pulled apart. The tip of Angel's large cock pressed on Xander's poop chute.

"Ready?" asked the vampire.

"Yes, yes," said Xander, "I'm yours."

He almost regretted it as Angel's twelve incher started to push into his virgin tube. It was sore and not just uncomfortable, but like having concrete poured in, hot, warm and wet concrete. But then the cock pushed over Xander's anal G-spot and the teen knew no matter how painful or sore it was, it was worth it for the feeling of pleasure as the large cock stimulated his g-spot. He gave a cry, part of pain, but mainly pleasure as Angel continued to lower his cock down the virgin teenage shitter. Angel continued until his prick was fully in the teen and he was lying on him. He rubbed a strand of hair from Xander's face, "That's it. That's it in. I'll let you get used to it for a moment. Let your asshole stretch a bit."

It was nice lying there, with Angel's prick deep within him and his muscular body enfolding the teenager that Xander could have lay there forever. Gradually, however, his ass got used to the cock within it and he began to wish for greater stimulation. He shifted slightly so that he could feel the twelve inches move within him, "I'm ready. Fuck me properly."

Angel did. His large, hard prick pounded into Xander's butt. Each thrust went deep and over the G-spot making the teenager scream with pleasure. The vampire slammed hard into Xander, their bodies smacking together and the prick stretching Xander's asshole like it was rubber.

The teen loved it, he loved the explosive feelings that tore through him, loved the feel of Angel's muscular body coming down on him, love the sweat leaking from the vampire and soaking Xander's nightie. He loved the smell of the vampire, a musky, manly smell. He loved the pants, grunts of exertion as Angel rammed home and the sound of the vampire's ballsack slapping against Xander's ass. He loved the touch of that ballsack and off Angel's lips as the vampire kissed the back of his neck, as he paused for a second before rising him up and slamming down. He even loved the soreness of his ass and that as it stretched there was no discomfort, it just felt right like a key in the lock. Xander loved it all.

And that was before he came. The cock had ploughed over his G-spot so many times and so hard and so fast that eventually it couldn't handled the pleasure. Xander screamed like a girl as he came, arching his back and almost sobbing with joy. It was heaven... he was a woman.

It seemed to go on for hours and Xander would have liked it to go on for even longer. But suddenly Angel gasped and paused. For a moment there was silence and stillness, then Angel gasped again, "That's it" and his cum shot from his manhood and into Xander's back passage. There was so much that even as Xander felt some dribble down the hole, he felt some pour out and slide down his cheeks. He didn't mind. All he could think about was the incredible pleasure he had just felt and the need to have it again. He turned to Angel. The vampire smiled, "From the look of you I'm saying you enjoyed that."

"I've never enjoyed anything more," he reached down to Angel's flaccid cock, "I just wish we could go again."

The vampire smiled, "I'm a vampire. Give me five minutes and I'll be as hard as rock."

Xander smiled. It looked like he wasn't going to get to sleep yet.