hear that, stu? i think she wants a motive

Waking up in the middle of the night. I'm holding my boy against me, my chest against his back, my arms loosely wrapped around him. He's sound asleep and breathing softly, so fucking adorable. I can't really hold myself back.

One of my hands moves to grope him anywhere I can reach, pulling him impossibly closer, while the other teases just under the waistband of his boxers. I can already feel him squirming. He's such a needy boy even in his sleep. My hand slips under his waistband. His thighs push together as my thumb rubs at his inner thigh. His breathing is faster too.

I finally give in, my fingers shifting to feel how wet he is. I plant gentle kisses on his neck as my fingers rub at him in slow circles. I swear I feel myself throbbing as I hear him make a little noise. I start grinding against his ass, I can't hold it when he sounds so sweet. I slip a couple of fingers into him, trying to match the pace of the messy thrusts of my hips.

His moans turn more urgent, I assume he's starting to wake up, but it's not like I care. I just coo at him to stay still. I need this. Besides, it feels good, no? My thumb rubs at his swollen cock while I curl my fingers deep inside his cunt. I bet he wants me to fuck him properly. I remove my hands from him, shuddering as I hear him whine at the loss. I move to rummage through the night drawer, getting myself ready hastily.

I move him onto his back, a little rougher than necessary. I pull his boxers down and out of the way before firmly spreading his thighs apart. At this point I can see him stare up at me, dazed and confused. Poor puppy. Oh well. I practically slam into him, starting out with already urgent thrusts. He tries to grab at me, so I grip his wrists. I move his hands to literally choke himself, my hands staying firmly on top of his. His moans slowly get quieter as his eyes get unfocused, yet his cunt clenches around me like he's starving for it.

When it first catches you, it’s too strong for you to fight off. Your only choice is to just endure its oversized cock until it stuffs you and lets you go. But you keep enduring, and enduring, and enduring, and the monster never shows any signs of stopping. After it’s fucked countless orgasms out of you, it hasn’t even had one. If there’s a clock nearby, you might be able to tell that you’ve been getting used as a toy for hours and hours, assuming you can still think about anything other than monster dick

You can’t endure forever, as the constant railing exhausts you till you can’t move. And with one more orgasm you finally pass out. The monster’s not satisfied, though. It doesn’t pause for even a second as it continues thrusting away into your unconscious body. You don’t get to truly rest, and eventually you’re woken up by the same rough thrusting that knocked you out. It’s been nonstop for a full day now.

i love licking a trans’s boy’s cunt until he’s shaking, how his thighs tighten around my head, his fingers twisted in my hair. i love the taste of him, salty and sweet, the way his slick coats my lips. i love how he moans when i suck his t-dick into my mouth, his whole body arching off the bed.

i love the sound of a trans’s boy’s cunt, all wet and obscene when i fuck him with my fingers. i love the way his hole grips me, the little 'squelch' of my palm hitting his thighs. i love hearing him whimper with every thrust, how his breath catches when i curl my fingers just right.

he leans down and whispers, "we're just boys being boys. you can take it, right?" he asks, while he deliberately grinds his hips against yours as if trying to provoke you, and it works.

you struggle to escape his hold, but finally manage. you both toss and turn on the floor until you eventually end up on top. you attempt to restrict him in the same way he did to you, pushing your hips down onto his.

he looks up at you with a mischievous grin, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. "there we go..." he mutters as he moves his hips upward slightly.

“that’s my boy.”

Want to be a good boy, pup? Then stop pretending to be a girl. Act as the man you say you are.