A Whole New World
Copyright© 2026 by Alora
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Barry discovers a new identity.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Coercion Hypnosis Mind Control BiSexual True Story Cheating FemaleDom Humiliation Spanking White Male Indian Female Exhibitionism Oral Sex Revenge
Barry sat in the library and looked over his study material. His friends Carly and Shreya approached him. Their faces glowing with big smiles. “So, we saw the posts on social media about the party, you were very popular among females at the party”, stated Carly. Barry rolled his eyes and replied, “Yes, those girls were ravenous, they seemed to like me wearing panties.” Shreya giggled, “I like you in panties!”
Barry rolled his eyes. And started to pick up his books. “It was embarrassing! Being seen in tiny panties by all those girls”, Barry blushed. “Well, you were popular with the girls, now I want to see you in that cheerleading uniform”, smiled Carly. Shreya giggled, “I just wanna see you in the thong panties!” Barry scrunched his nose at her.
“I did have one guy ask me to suck his cock.” Barry offered. “Oh my god! What did you say?” Carly smiled. “No thank you!” Barry replied. “Barry! You should have done it!” Shreya exclaimed. Carly joined in, “Absolutely! You should have sucked him off!” Barry was taken back, “Why?”
Carly leaned in and explained to Barry, “Some guys are rugged, some are athletic, some are just jerks. Shreya then jumped in, “You are none of those. But you are a little effeminate Barry, frankly, you in panties is not surprising at all.” Carly declared, “I can easily see you sucking cocks! You have the lips for it and the personality.” Barry rolled his eyes. The girls giggled at his blushing. Shreya suggested, “We definitely need to get some cocks in his mouth!”
Barry’s eyes widened, a flush creeping up his neck. “What? No! I wouldn’t!” he stammered, fumbling with the strap of his backpack. Shreya nudged Carly, a conspiratorial grin spreading across her face. “Oh, Barry, don’t be such a prude. We saw you eyeing that boy by the lockers earlier. You practically drooled.” Barry’s jaw dropped. “I did not! He was just ... he looked like he needed help with his textbook.”
Carly snorted, a sound of pure amusement. “Help with his textbook? Uh-huh. More like help with his erection. Come on, Barry, we know you’ve got a secret talent. That little skirt you wore last week? You could barely keep yourself contained. Imagine what you could do with something truly ... substantial.” Shreya added, mischief lacing her voice, “We’re your friends, Barry. We want to see you happy, exploring all your potential. And trust me, that mouth of yours is a gift waiting to be unwrapped.”
He could feel their eyes on him, the teasing turning into something more direct, more challenging. The thought, though mortifying, had a strange, forbidden hum to it. He pictured the guy’s hesitant smile, the hint of uncertainty in his eyes. What if ... what if they were right? The idea of disappointing them, of being a coward, warred with the sheer, overwhelming embarrassment that threatened to consume him whole. He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the worn linoleum floor.
Barry’s face was a roadmap of mortification, his ears burning hotter than the summer asphalt outside. He wanted to disappear, to melt into the scuffed floor beneath his feet. “It’s not a talent,” he mumbled, the words barely audible, “It’s just ... I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Shreya leaned closer, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Oh, Barry. You ‘don’t know’ that your lips are practically magic? That you instinctively know just how to ... coax? We saw the way you looked at Liam’s lisp yesterday. Pure longing.”
Carly chimed in, her voice dripping with mock concern. “Seriously, Barry, it’s a shame to keep such a gift hidden away. Think of the experiences you’re missing! We just want you to be happy, to embrace who you are, all of you–the panty-wearing, cock-worshipping you.”
Barry’s face flushed a deeper shade of crimson, if that were even possible. He squeezed his eyes shut, a silent plea for the floor to swallow him whole. “I ... I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered, the words thick with undeniable embarrassment. He could feel Shreya’s amused gaze, Carly’s teasing smirk, and it all clawed at his deepest insecurities.
“Oh, come on, Barry!” Carly giggled, nudging Shreya. “We’re your friends! We know you better than anyone. That little hum you do? The way your eyes glaze over? It’s practically a love song to a good one.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, making Barry cringe.
Shreya leaned in conspiratorially. “Exactly. So, spill. What’s the verdict? Was Liam’s particularly... satisfying? Or are you still deciding on your preferred technique? We’re dying to know the expert opinion from our resident ... well, you know.”
Barry opened his mouth to retort, but no sound came out. The sheer absurdity of their assumptions, coupled with the undeniable truth simmering beneath his mortified facade, left him speechless. He wanted to deny it, to shut them down with a witty comeback as he usually would, but the heat rising in his cheeks betrayed him entirely.
Carly pressed her advantage, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Don’t be shy, Barry. We’ve all been there, exploring... new horizons. It’s perfectly normal to get a little ... enthusiastic. Especially when you discover a hidden talent.”
Shreya chimed in, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Yeah, Barry, forget the awkwardness. Think of it as a revelation! Imagine all the places this ’talent’ could take you. Maybe you’ll start a blog. ‘Barry’s Guide to Oral Perfection.’ We’d be your first subscribers.”
Barry could only manage a strangled noise, a pathetic mix of a gasp and a groan that did nothing to quell their amusement. He felt a desperate urge to disappear, to melt through the floorboards and escape their knowing gazes. He could picture it so clearly in his mind: the smooth, slick glide, the intimate heat, the unexpected wave of pleasure that had washed over him, followed by the crushing weight of his own burgeoning desire. It was all too much.
“Seriously, though,” Carly continued, leaning closer, her smile widening into a predatory grin. “No need to be embarrassed. We’re your friends. Whatever you’re into, we’re here for you. And frankly, the fact that you’re so good at it ... well, that’s just impressive. A natural, really.”
Shreya nudged Barry’s shoulder, her laughter bubbling up. “Yeah, Barry. They say practice makes perfect, but for you, it sounds like you skipped straight to master level. I bet you’ve got some stories, huh? Don’t hold back on our account. We can take it.”
Barry’s face flushed a deeper crimson. He shook his head vehemently, trying to regain some semblance of control, though his heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. “I don’t ... there’s nothing to tell,” he stammered, his voice barely a whisper. He scrubbed a hand over his face, wishing the earth would swallow him whole, wishing he could rewind the last few minutes, the last few weeks even, to a time before this ... this discovery had begun to unravel him.
“Oh, come on, Barry!” Carly chided, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don’t be shy. We know you’ve been ... busy. And enjoying yourself. We can tell. That little smirk you get when you think no one’s looking? That’s the look of a man who’s found his calling.”
Shreya giggled, nudging Carly. “Yeah, and a very specific, very satisfying calling at that. Imagine his friends’ faces when they find out their charming Barry here is secretly a connoisseur of ... well, you know. It’s almost too good to be true.”
The air in the sorority house common room buzzed with a nervous energy that had little to do with the upcoming academic year. Carly, ever the ringleader, had steered Barry into the throng of coeds, a playful smirk plastered on her face. Shreya trailed behind, her eyes darting between Barry and the cluster of loud, boisterous frat boys who had apparently descended upon the house for an unofficial mixer. “Just relax, B,” Carly whispered into his ear, her breath warm against his skin. “It’s all in good fun. We just want you to ... show them your talents.”