Hello my beloved horndogs!! Welcome to my first-ever entrance into a Literotica contest!!
This is "A Hanukkah Haunting" - or, as I also like to call it,
Putting The D in Dybbuk.
This story is my most personal one to date. In real life I am both Jewish and transgender, and I have never seen a body like mine portrayed in erotic media. So, I figured - why not write the transmasculine queer Jewish smut that I wish to see in the world?
You don't have to be Jewish OR trans to enjoy this story! Just try and hone in on the first crush you ever had (if you've ever had a crush), and how it made your body feel things that it had never felt before. For me, it felt like I was losing control over my body. ๐
[Some brief disclaimers for trans folks: Levi is a trans man who refers to his cl!tor!s as a dick, prick, and manhood. He refers to his v@g as a cunt and a hole, and the story (very briefly) mentions his labia. This is what felt the most sexy and natural to me, but I totally get it if it's not your cup of tea!]
[ALSO - please be careful about exerting yourself while wearing a chest binder!!!]
General warning: any hateful or bigoted comments will be reported and deleted, and a fruity Dybbuk will be promptly sent to haunt you.
Enjoy, and Happy Holidays!!
Love,
โจโ๏ธ ~ Your Local Transmasc Horndog โ๏ธโจ
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Levi Robinson hummed gently in tune to the many voices that reverberated through the Synagogue. It often reminded him of honey bees, the way that so many small voices could gather together into this soaring mass of life within a stained glass hive. When he closed his eyes, he could feel every voice vibrating around him like a gentle heartbeat.
As the song ended, a deep and clear young voice gently parted the silence like warm butter. Levi didn't have to open his eyes to know who was speaking.
Elijah Appelbaum - the Rabbi's son.
A whip-smart, kind-hearted boy who Levi had known since they were both five years old.
In recent years this little boy had grown into a dimpled, curly-haired, dark-eyed poetry enthusiast with a singing voice that could melt silver.
And Levi definitely felt completely,
totally
normal around him.
Levi chanced to open his eyes, and the sight did not disappoint. Icy white December sunlight was streaming in through the windows and glinting lightly around Elijah's silhouette as he watched the Rabbi speak. Sunlight danced around the elegant slope of his nose, and nested lazily in the sway of his curls. He looked like an angel.
Levi realized that he'd been staring for too long when he noticed Elijah's dark eyes staring back into his. A subtle grin broke out across his face, and Levi felt his heartbeat rise up behind his binder like a small, scared animal.
Though he tried, he didn't hear any other songs for the remainder of the service.
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Despite the betrayal of his hormones, Levi's banter with Eli flowed easily. The comfort that came with over a decade of camaraderie was proving more and more of a blessing with each passing week.
Conversation eventually moved into the parking lot as a small group of Synagogue attendees stayed behind to talk with the Rabbi. The air was wet and cold with the ghost of recent snow, and Levi's glasses fogged up each time that he laughed.
"Ok, listen - this is driving me nuts. Lemme see those."
Eli plucked the glasses right off of Levi's face, and his world blurred.
"Just be careful, I just got a new prescript-"
"I'm not gonna
scratch
them, dumbass. Just hold on a sec."
Levi felt the warmth of Eli's hands before anything else. The glasses were gently returned to their perch on his nose, and Levi's entire world was suddenly Eli's face in razor-sharp focus. He noticed the blush on his cheeks from the cold, and the tiny flecks of green that nestled inside his deep brown eyes.
Eyes that were now only a foot away from his own.
Eli's fingertips stayed at the sides of his head for a moment too long, and Levi began to feel warm and strange.
Except this strangeness wasn't the usual giddy, guilty strangeness that he'd been feeling for the past year. His whole body was tingling, and he suddenly felt unsteady on his feet. It felt as though he had just breathed in a deep lungful of hot, sooty smoke.
"Hey, you good?"
Levi realized that Eli had firmly grabbed both of his arms to keep him steady on his feet, and he felt his pulse racing hotly in his temples.
"Yeah yeah yeah, I'm ok. I just got kinda dizzy for a minute."
As quickly as it had come, the symptoms began to melt away - leaving him cold and shaky in the bright December sunlight. Eli's hands stayed in place around Levi's biceps until he was sure that he was steady on his feet.
"Yeah, I shouldn't have done that. I don't have glasses, so I don't know what it's like. Are you okay?"
Eli stepped back, leaving a cold void where his hands had just been.
"Oh yeah, for sure. And it's totally fine - I'm fine."
Only a minute later Rabbi Appelbaum appeared in the doorway, calling Eli back inside to help him tidy up.
Levi felt noticeably unsteady and strange as he walked back to his family's car. It felt as though his limbs were a bit too long for his body, and every few moments it felt as though he were skipping forward past a few seconds of time. He figured that he must've worn his binder for too long, that was all. He just wasn't getting enough oxygen, or something.
But deep deep down, he felt that something was wrong.
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Levi removed his shoes, clothes, glasses, and binder before falling back onto his bed.
His body was still somewhat distant and strange, but a familiar wetness was present in his boxers. He closed his eyes and instantly felt Eli's hands on the sides of his face again, warm and steady and perfect. His breathing hitched as he felt warmth pooling in his gut, and his groin began to tingle.
His hand pinched his nipple on its way down to his boxers, sending a small jolt of electricity directly to his feet. His fingers dipped below his waistband and moved to find the small nub of his dick, now throbbing and wet with need.
Levi's breath caught in his throat as he traced his own fluids up onto his manhood and began tracing little circles around it. He imagined him and Eli at the back of the empty synagogue, Eli backing him up against the wall and reaching a hand down into his pants.
His breath hitched as the imaginary Eli began to finger him vigorously.
He pictured Eli removing his fingers and moving to grab his ass, grinding his rock hard erection against Levi's sensitive dick. He imagined moving hungrily into Eli's advances, their hips moving together in desperate rhythm.
As the friction in his mind grew, Levi's strokes grew desperate and sloppy. His fingers stroked fast and hard across his throbbing little manhood, punctuating the air with small rhythmic slaps.
The lewd sounds egged his fantasies on, and every harsh stroke sent a bolt of electricity out into his limbs. The Eli in his vision was pulling his pants down now and releasing his erection, and hoisting Levi into a sitting position on a wall banister. He shuddered as dream Eli positioned himself to stroke the head of his cock against Levi's dick, spreading his knees wide apart and holding him steady by the hips as he built up a torturous rhythm.
Elijah looked directly into his eyes as he found Levi's entrance.
Those eyes. Those perfect, dark, deep eyes.
Levi bit his lips to keep from crying out as he drove two of his own fingers knuckle-deep into his cunt. Dream Eli suddenly penetrated him, hard and rough and fully to the hilt.
Levi felt for his swollen g-spot and began to apply pressure, continuing to stroke his dick with his other hand. In his mind's eye he was a useless mess of lust and tears now, grasping at the wall to keep himself from collapsing onto Levi as he was fucked hard and fast and deep against the wall.
Hard and fast and proper, with Eli's lips melting warmly against his.
Levi's vision was interrupted by a flurry of white sparks as his fingers rubbed against the exact right spot at the side of his manhood, and his whole body trembled on the bed.
-
But as soon as Levi's orgasm hit, he felt the bed fall away beneath him.
-
His eyes shot open as his bedroom faded into a deep blurry nothingness, air rushing hard and fast past his body as he came hard against his fingers.
He tried to cry out, but it felt like something was pulling the air out of his lungs and replacing them with the same hot, sooty smog from earlier that day.
His body jolted to a sudden stop in midair, and the deafening roar of wind in his ears fell silent.
Was he dead?
Before Levi could descend fully into a panic, a hazy golden glow began to appear on the horizon.
Levi watched in stunned stillness as the glow hovered closer and closer and some of its features began to reveal themselves. He realized that the source of light was human-shaped - it appeared to be a tall masculine figure, glowing golden like the sun.
Wherever it stepped, small smoky crackles of red and gold sparks billowed out across the floor around his feet.
Or, was it the sky?
The figure was several yards away now, and even without his glasses Levi could make out its features clearly. Everything about it felt notably dated, but he couldn't place which decade it might be from. Small round spectacles perched atop a beautifully curved nose, framed by sternly combed curls and the slight ghost of a mustache. The figure was wearing a fitted vest and high-waisted trousers, and the small saucer of a yarmulke could be seen above the coif of the figure's hair. Its shoes were heavily worn, and its eyes...
Its eyes were glowing bright white, like the flame of a candle.
The ethereal figure looked Levi up and down, and Levi suddenly remembered that he was wearing nothing but his cum-soaked boxers. His hands shot up to cover his chest as the figure opened its mouth and began to speak.
" ืืื ืืืึทืืืฉืึทื ืึทื ืืืจ ืืึธื ืคืืืข ืคืจืืืขืก. "
Levi was caught off guard by the rumble of the figure's voice - it wasn't particularly deep, but each syllable held a certain weight to it that he could practically feel brushing against his body. It was like its voice had a mass.
"I, ah... I only speak English. Is that- are you speaking Hebrew?"
" ืืื ืจืขื ืืืืฃ ืืืืืฉ. "
