The hottest day of the year when there's a blackout and my roommate and I are stuck with no ac. We're both stripped down to our underwear and through the haze of heat and sweat and booze from drinking every last cold beer in the fridge, I can't stop staring at his bulge. The way it strains against his tight boxers, twitching every so often as we talk about nothing. There's a lull in conversation and then he asks:
"You wanna see it?"
I'm not sure what he's talking about for a moment but then he reaches down and palms his cock. The look on my face must have given me away and he doesn't even wait for a reply before pulling off his boxers. His balls look full to bursting and his cock is thick and quickly getting harder as I feel something other than sweat start to drip down my legs.
"It's so thick..." I murmur.
"I haven't had time to jerk off lately," he tells me.
"Maybe you could show me how you do it?" I offer. He traces a finger down his length before grasping it and slowly beginning to stroke. I prop myself up on my elbows and inch closer to him from the spot where I'm laying on the floor. He stifles a deep groan as he squeezes the head, and then stops his movements.
"Sorry, it's more embarrassing than I thought," he tells me.
"...what if I show you how I do it too?" I suggest. I pull myself off the floor and slide off my underwear. The insides of my legs are already soaked with slick and I watch as his dick twitches particularly hard in his hand. I straddle his thighs and start to rub at my t dick. He starts his slow motions again and for a while we both watch each other, rubbing and stroking and panting like dogs. I steady myself with one hand on his shoulder and he leans into my touch. The head of his cock is dripping right under me and I just want to rub it across my pussy lips. Subconsciously my hips are lowering, and I don't even notice until I feel the heat of his cock right at my hole. I stop myself and look at him.
"It would be okay if you just rub the tip against my pussy, right? No penetration." I reason.
"Yeah... yeah that would be good," he agrees.
He slides his tip through my wetness and pushes it against my t cock, making me let out the first full real moan between the two of us. He repeats the motion and groans as I start sliding my hips into it. We rut against each other until a particularly hard roll of my hips catches his cock head at just the right angle, and it slides inside me. We both moan and pause our movements to look into each other's eyes.
"It's okay if it's just the tip right?" He asks.
"Yeah, we can always just pull it back out," I reassure him.
But we both know it feels too good. He strokes his shaft and I can feel his precum pouring into me. Every little shift has me rubbing my dick harder and faster. I'm getting close when he runs his free hand into my hair and pulls me in for a kiss. My knees give out. I moan into his mouth as his cock fills me completely, pressing right against my cervix.
"I can-- AH-- I can still pull out..." he whimpers again my lips.
"Y-- yeah..." I agree, but I'm already grinding my hips into his.
"I'll just... pull it out right now," he says, gripping my thighs and pulling me up off his cock. We make it all the way to the tip again, but he can't stop himself from rolling his hips and slamming it back into me from below. His arms wrap around me and we both moan and whine and growl into another sloppy kiss as our hips thrust against each other mindlessly. I pull away from him as I feel my climax coming on.
"Fuck... I'm gonna cum!" I moan.
"Me too... fuck, you're so tight!" He moans back.
I scream as he thrusts even harder and I squirt and cum all over his cock as it twitches and fills me with his hot seed. After we come down from our drunken, cum-brained high, we come to our senses enough to decide we need a shower. Luckily our water is still on even though the power is out.
"Hey... it's kind of dark in the bathroom. We should probably shower together just to be safe," I suggest, "and maybe you can show me how you jerk off in the shower."
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They pin my back against their chest as we slam back onto the mat, "got you" they laugh, wrapping their legs around my waist and an arm around my throat in a headlock. I let out a shuddering gasp, feel my cock twitch, cunt wet as I realise how close we are, how much of them it touching me, how empty the gym has become. "do you concede?" they ask, pulsing their arm around my throat and making my cock throb. I squirm in their grasp, struggling and attempting to get free, grinding back against them and feeling their bicep and their cock pulse with the friction. They choke me harder, and I let out a breathy moan, "you like that, you slut?" They ask, hooking one of their legs between mine to grind their thigh against my cock. I whimper, gripping their thigh so hard my fingers blanch, "uh-huh." They squeeze my neck tighter and then release, drag their tongue up the column of my neck, "such a fucking whore," they grunt, "concede and I'll fuck you." I roll my hips against their thigh, feeling the delicious friction and hearing the squelshing wet in my boxers, "uh-huh, I concede." They release me from their grasp, flip me onto my stomach and pull down my boxers, "now to take my prize."
I want them to clamp their hand over my mouth and press my back to their chest as they play with my cock. Jerking me off as I desperately leak and buck my hips into their hand. "good boys beg to cum, don't they?" they remind me as my stomach starts to clench. I whimper my pleading wishes into their palm and they chuckle, "I'm not sure what you said, slow down?" they stroke my cock slowly and luxuriously while I moan into their palm, nostrils flaring, so sensitive to their touch I feel my body begin to tremble. I beg to cum, my voice still muffled by their hand and they moan in my ear, "really? spank you?" they strike my cock, once, twice, three times. Kissing my neck as I shake and cum, shoving their fingers into my wet hole and whispering, "good boy, that's my good boy, what a good boy."
Youāre a trans dude, and your definitely straight, insanely gorgeous boy best friend definitely doesnāt want you. You know that. But you want him anyway, no matter how hard you try not to.
When youāre grabbing beers after work, talking animatedly about Baldurs Gate, knees knocking together under the crowded bar, girls practically line up to come talk to him. Heās a natural born flirt, and so irritatingly, stupidly handsome heād have chemistry with a brick wall, so itās hard to gauge his level of interest in any of them. Still, jealously twists hot and uncomfortable in your belly. At first you thought you were jealous of him, and you are, but youāre more jealous of the girls, whose fingertips graze and linger over his when theyāre leaving their numbers behind. You empty beer after beer and pretend to ignore them.
He doesnāt rub it in, at least. Never making any comment. And just when youāre paying the tab and getting up to leave, some guy approaches. Heās tall and sort of cute, but too forward. Heās in your personal space, leaning close to you and talking loudly over the music. You laugh nervously and say,
āWhat?ā
He grabs your wrist and says into your ear, āI said, will dance with me?ā
āOh, uhā¦ā Your drunk brain scrambles trying to think of something to say.Just as you think to yourself, you know what? Fuck it, thereās a hand on your back, a familiar scent of soap and spearmint gum.
Your best friend sidles up next to you, slinging an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close to him.
āSorry dude, heās with me,ā he says over the music to the stranger, something tense in his smile, something sharp in his usually friendly tone.
Before you can comment heās pulling you toward the door, arm still around your shoulder. When you get outside, into the crisp, chill air, you break away from him, laughing uncertainly.
āWhat the hell was that?ā
He shoves his hands into his pockets, avoiding looking at you. āThat dude was a creep. Youāre welcome.ā
āOh so because he was actually into me, heās a creep.ā
āCāmon, I didnāt mean it like that.ā
Emboldened by the beer you let yourself feel annoyed at him for once. His usually grinning, goofy face is contorted into something guarded and unrecognizable. You are too drunk and too pissed off to try to figure out what the hell it means.
āOkay dude, Iāll see you later.ā You throw your hand up in a sassy wave before thrusting your hands into your pockets and starting down the empty sidewalk.ā
āHold on!ā He walks quickly after you. āWhere are you going??ā
āIām walking to the bus stop!ā
āWait, just wait.ā He grabs your arm, spinning you around abruptly. His eyes are wide, pupils huge and dark. You get lost staring into them for a moment before you remember how annoyed you are.
āWhat?ā
āIā¦I uhā¦ā His hand doesnāt leave your arm, instead he steps even closer to you. You have to tilt your chin slightly to look up at him.
āI donāt want anyone else to touch you,ā he breathes.
You blink at him, face growing hot, a lump forming in your throat.
His hand slides gently down your arm, to your hand, where he starts playing with your fingers.
āI want you man. I meanā¦I thought it was obvious.ā
You canāt even begin to comprehend what heās saying, realizing at any moment you are probably going to wake up from this wet dream with damp sheets and a pillow between your legs.
āIām sorry,ā He squeezes your hand, deep brown eyes boring into you. āThat wasnāt cool, I know, I justā¦when I saw him getting close to you, touching you, I couldnāt even think straight. I donāt want him touching you when I canāt evenā¦ā
āBut I thought you were straight,ā you blurt out.
He smirks, his uncharacteristic nervousness easing slightly. āIāve never said that.ā
āWell I justā¦I thoughtā¦ā
He cuts you off by sliding a hand down to your hip, pulling you against him and effectively turning your brain off. Youāve never been this close to him, never felt the heat coming off his body this close, even in the cold.
āIāve been waiting for the right moment. I wanted it to be right.ā He breathes, close to your ear. His fingers dig into your hips. āJust tell me to fuck off if Iām being crazy, please. Tell me if you donāt want this.ā His brow furrows, suddenly self conscious, as if youā¦wouldnāt wantā¦him? As if you hadnāt spent every night for the past three years alone in your bed fucking yourself frantically on your fingers and moaning his name into the dark. As if just seeing his face everyday didnāt make your heart soar and your pussy automatically wet. As if you hadnāt spent countless hours daydreaming about those hands in your mouth, in your hair, pinning your wrists above your head. As if you hadnāt had to watch girls line up practically begging to fuck him, night after night, and pretend not to care. Fighting not to grab him by the collar and drag him into a bathroom stall to show him what those girls could never give him.
You swallow, glance down the street to see if anyoneās around, not like it matters at this point, before taking his hand and placing it flat over your belly. He just stares at you, eyes darkening as you slide his hand into your pants. His breath hitches, his body pressing closer to you as you guide his hand past your boxers, letting him feel your hard little dick and wet hole dripping down your thighs with the palm of his hand. Youāre so close to him you can feel his dick twitch through his jeans against your thigh.
He breathes against your neck, nips at your ear.
āI knew it.ā
Despite how incredibly turned on you are you still canāt help but roll your eyes.
Suddenly your back is against the wall as he pushes you into a shallow alcove, sliding a thick finger inside you while he grabs your hair. Your mouth falls open and he catches you in a wet, deep kiss. Your whole body is somehow pulsing and melting at the same time. He fucks you firmly on his fingers, yanking on your hair just how you like, which he shouldnāt know.
āYouāre mine, you know that? Mine,ā he whispers in your ear, pressing a gentle kiss just below your earlobe as he curls his fingers inside you, probing relentlessly. You can only moan and whimper and grab at his shoulders pathetically.
āWhat ifā¦ā You pant. āSomeone seesā¦ā
āThen theyāll know it too.ā Heās kissing you again, possessive and sensual as he fumbles with his belt with one hand. Your hands fly to help him, struggling with the zipper before you finally free his cock. Youāre practically drooling, fingers grazing over the hard length of him as he shudders above you.
āFuck,ā he murmurs, both of you practically in a trance as he hikes you up on his hips, lining himself up and then sliding into you with ease. You slap your hand over your mouth to stifle a cry, slamming your head back into the wall. He puts a hand behind your head to cradle you, his other hand holding your hip as he fucks into you slowly against the wall.
āFuck, you feelā¦ā His face is flushed, and he looks as breathless as you feel. Your hands wind through his hair and his head falls to your shoulder.
āI couldnāt help myself,ā he whispers as he fucks you, your thoughts becoming increasingly delirious, the fire in your belly burning with every thrust.
āI have to have you. Need you to know, youāre mine. Okay, dude?ā
can i request u to write about two butch friends who end up having rough sex?
absolutely!! I'm gonna name them Jean (he/him) and Karima (they/them)
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Jean is sitting on the couch, watching Karima lift weights.
He is absolutely enraptured by the flexing of their tattooed biceps with each curl, the sweat dampening their tank top, the little grunts of effort.
He's pretty sure he isn't supposed to be this horny for his best friend.
"I bet I'm stronger than you now." Karima tells him as they finish their set, putting their weights away and wiping sweat off their forehead with a towel.
"I dunno." He replies, trying not to stare at their body. Fuck, they're just wearing that tank top and tight briefs, and they're definitely packing. "You've got muscle but I've got weight."
They grin, "Wrestle me then."
"What?"
"If you really think you're stronger then prove it. Wrestle me."
This is a bad idea. There's no way he is going to keep his composure with them on top of him, putting those muscles to use. But he isn't one to back away from a challenge, even if that challenge is trying to keep it in his pants.
"You're on."
He barely has time to think before they're pushing him down on the couch and grabbing his arms to try and pin him down. He pushes back, straining against their firm grip, a little distracted by the smell of their sweat.
The two of them roll over and off the couch, landing on the ground with him on top this time. He tries to pin their arms above their head, but they're too damn strong. And he's so damn horny. But he manages to stay on top of them.
Then he feels their bulge against his crotch and he loses focus, freezing up for a second. Karima takes advantage immediately, rolling the both of them over and straddling his waist, firmly pinning his wrists to the floor.
He writhes underneath them, putting all of his strength and effort into trying to escape their hold and failing. He isn't used to this, no one has ever been able to physically overpower him before. He has to admit, it's hot. He's so wet, and every time their grip tightens he only gets wetter.
Karima looks down at him, watching him struggle with a smile. "Look at you, all helpless."
He freezes in place, because he recognizes that tone of voice. He's heard it many times before, whenever Karima hits on other butches.
"Do you want me to let you get up?" Karima asks, seemingly concerned at his having suddenly stopped moving.
"No!" He blurts out before he can stop himself. He doesn't want this to end, he wants them to have control over his body. This is all uncharted territory for him, but he likes it.
"Yeah? You wanna keep trying to prove you can be stronger than me?"
He starts moving again, in awe of the fact that he can't even get his wrists off of the ground.
"You're just completely at my mercy right now, aren't you?" Karima's voice is somehow both affectionate and condescending at the same time. "I could do whatever I want with you."
His arms are getting tired from straining against them, but they don't seem to be feeling that kind of weakness in their arms at all.
"Has anyone ever overpowered you like this? Gotten you all helpless?"
He doesn't trust himself to speak so he just shakes his head. Karima is the only person he knows who is actually stronger than him. Besides, he's only ever been dominant in bed, so this is all new for him.
"Well I guess there's a first time for everything." Karima's eyes roam his body, lingering on his arms as he continues trying to free them. "Fuck, look at you. I could just fucking use you."
He can't help it, he moans out loud.
They're smiling that confident, smug smile that makes his cunt throb, "Yeah, that's what I thought. You think I didn't see you checking me out? Did you really not see me checking you out? I've been wanting you underneath me. Why do you think I wore my strap to work out?"
How do they know exactly what to say to turn him on and get him tongue-tied? It's infuriating...and really hot. Especially knowing that they planned this to get him in exactly this position.
"What do you say? You want me to fuck you?"
Jean is pretty sure he surprises her with what he says next, hell, he surprises himself. "I want it rough."
Karima looks momentarily at a loss for words, which satisfies him in the knowledge that he can get them flustered too. "Fucking hell, J." They finally breathe, shifting back a bit so their strap is pressed against his pussy through his jeans.
"Well if you wanna dominate me, I'm gonna put up a fight."
"I can work with that."
They kiss him, rough and messy, grip tightening on his wrists. He pushes his hips up and they gasp into his mouth, giving him the chance to catch their lower lip between his teeth in a teasing bite.
Karima pulls back, "Brat."
"I'm not a fucking-"
"Can I let go of your arms without having to wrestle you again or are you gonna make me get my cuffs?" They interrupt.
Jean opens his mouth and closes it again, genuinely considering it.
"Listen, I'm not gonna cuff you unless you want me to. You can say no, I'll have just as much fun fucking you without them."
No one has ever made him blush this much before, but he doesn't even mind. "I want the cuffs." As much as they're flustering him, he also knows that he's safe with them. He can trust his best friend.
Karima grins wickedly, "I'll be right back."
They get up and head for their bedroom, leaving him on the floor breathing hard. He considers getting up, or at least moving a bit, but he can barely think let alone move. It's not the bottoming that's new to him, it's subbing. He's never even wanted to sub before!
Before Jean knows it, Karima is back with a pair of black leather cuffs dangling from one hand.
"Look at you." They breathe, eyes travelling the length of his body, "Didn't move an inch from how I left you. Get up."
He gets up immediately, and then they're kissing him with one hand in the back pocket of his jeans with the cuffs hanging from their wrist and their other hand running over his buzz-cut. He groans, putting his hands on their hips and pushing them back against the wall, hard. For a second he worries that he might have hurt them, but they just moan into his mouth and squeeze his ass. The feeling makes him falter for a second and they use that to push him back until he bumps into the table.
He doesn't know how Karima does it, it all happens so fast, but the next think he knows he has been turned around and bent over the table.
"You wanna be fucked like this?" They ask, "Bent over my fucking table?" One of their hands is on his back over his tank top, the other working on the button and zipper of his jeans. The cuffs are on the table beside him and he can't stop looking at them, imagining how they'll feel on his skin.
"Yes."
"Good." They push down his jeans and boxers, letting him step out of them but not bothering to strip him all the way. Then they're grabbing his wrists, cuffing them behind his back. "Are those too tight?"
"No, perfect."
They grope his ass, leaning over his body to bite roughly at his neck. He's starting to think that he might be into pain, which makes Karima's next question easy to answer.
"How you feel about me spanking you?"
"Please do." He knows he's blushing furiously, but that's hardly the most important thing on his mind right.
Karima brings a hand down on his ass, bringing a stinging pain that makes him moan and rut forward against the table. "Fuck."
"Damn, you're gonna look so good on my strap."
"Shut the fuck up and fuck me."
"Demanding." They spank him again, "I'm tempted to make you beg for it." And again.
"Not gonna happen."
Another spank, "I'll take that as a challenge." Karima goes back to groping his sore ass, "You're gonna regret saying that."
Jean opens his mouth to speak but doesn't get the chance to get a word out before Karima delivers a lighter spank to his cunt. The noise he makes is pathetic and desperate, from somewhere deep in his throat. That feels so damn good, he's starting to understand that they really will manage to make him beg.
"What were you gonna say?" They tease, spanking his ass again, "Speak up."
"Just fuck me already!"
"That doesn't sound like begging to me." They spank him again, and he look over his shoulder to see them dropping their underwear, revealing a dark purple strap.
"I'm not gonna beg." He insists stubbornly, then gasps when he feels the tip of their strap rubbing against his dripping pussy.
"You sure about that?" Karima puts a hand on his lower back, pushing him down against the table, "You're not getting my cock otherwise."
They deliver a series of spanks, harder this time, to his ass and follow them up with two spanks to his clit. He feels his resolve start to crumble, and it fully disappears when they put a hand on the side of his head to press the other side of his head against the table, their other hand holding his hip tight enough to bruise, and their strap rubbing against his pussy.
He can't take it anymore, "Please fuck me, shit, fuck, please!"
"That's what I like to hear." Keeping their hand on the side of his head to hold him down, they use their other hand to guide their strap inside him.
Jean is so soaked that it slides in easily, perfectly filling him up and making him moan.
"Still want it rough?"
"Fuck yes."
Karima delivers exactly what he needs, fucking him hard and fast over the table. His cuffed wrists and the hand on his head keep him completely at their mercy, being moved sharply with each rough thrust into him. Karima's chest is pressed against his back so they can bite at his neck, both of them emitting grunts and groans.
"Take my fucking strap." They punctuate each word with a powerful thrust, "I bet you'd let me fuck your throat, would clean it with your mouth after I make you cum on it."
"That's if you can make me cum on your cock." Jean isn't normally so antagonistic during sex, but he's finding that he really likes how Karima reacts to him giving them a hard time. He likes the roughness, the determination to break him, the way they talk to him.
"You should see yourself." Karima growls in his ear, "Bent over this table, cuffed, taking my cock like a fucking whore. Can't even fucking move unless I let you, letting me use you however I want."
Jean tries to move, to prove them wrong, but their weight holding him down is too much. Karima apparently feels him struggling because (after checking in to make sure he's okay) they spank him a few times.
"Behave."
"Make me."
"You can't claim you're not a brat if that's how you answer to being told to behave." They inform him, still fucking him, "But if you want me to make you..." They still their hips, so that they are effectively no longer fucking him.
Jean had been getting close to cumming and the sudden stop has him clenching around the other butch's strap, very sensitive but also desperate for more contact.
"No, no, no. don't stop." He protests, trying to fuck himself back on their cock and failing because of how they're holding him in place.
"Why not? Were you about to cum? I thought you didn't think I could get you off."
He wriggles around helplessly, trying to put up a good resistance even though he already knows how this will end.
"I could just leave you like this." Karima muses, "Go about my day with my newest fucktoy left all desperate and helpless, cuffed and dripping wet."
Jean can't take it anymore, he needs their cock and he needs to be handled roughly and he needs to cum.
"I'm sorry." His voice is nearing a whine, "Please, I know you can make me cum on your strap and I need it so bad, need to be choked and used." He has choked himself before while getting himself off, but he knows it'll be so much better with Karima."
"There we go, good butch." They start fucking him again, "Choking, huh? I didn't expect that. I could put you in a headlock, fuck you like that."
"Oh fuck, please yes please, need to cum, so close."
Karima gets him in a headlock, holding him up off the table. They are careful to only apply pressure to the sides of his neck, fucking into him and murmuring a mix of praise and degradation in his ear.
When his breathing speeds up, hips moving on their own, Karima rails him harder and summons the exact right words to help him cum. "Time to cum on my strap, okay? Cum on my cock while I choke you like a good butch slut."
Jean's mouth falls open, hips jerk, arms strain against the cuffs, pussy clenches, and he cums hard. Karima fucks him through his orgasm, rolling their hips just fast enough to draw out his orgasm, then pulls out once he's finished cumming.
Jean is hazy with pleasure but still up for more, which works well with Karima's next move. They grab the cuffs, using their leverage to pull Jean to his feet. They kiss him messily with one hand resting on his neck in a casual display of dominance.
When they stop kissing, Jean finds his eyes drawn down to their strap, which is dripping with his cum. Karima seems to follow his line of sight, because they smile and use their hold on his neck to make him look up at him.
"You wanna suck my cock? Wanna clean up your mess?"
"Yeah." He breathes, letting them push him down until he is on knees, level with their cock. He opens his mouth and lets his tongue hang out expectantly.
"Can I fuck your throat? Roughly?"
He says yes, so they start to slide their cock into his mouth and down his throat inch by inch. This is familiar to him, he knows what he is doing, so he relaxes his throat and takes them all the way down, wrists still cuffed behind his back. He can taste his cum on the silicone strap, moaning at the knowledge that he's cleaning up his own wetness.
Karima gazes down into his eyes and places a hand on the back of his head. They start to thrust, slowly at first, gradually speeding up until they're fucking his throat mercilessly. The put their booted foot out so that it's just under his cunt.
"Ride my fucking boot until you cum again." They tell him firmly, still making him choke and salivate all over their cock.
This time he doesn't put up any resistance, so desperate for the contact that he immediately starts humping their boot. It's degrading and humiliating and he surprises himself with the knowledge that he fucking loves it.
He tries something that a femme once did to him, looking up at Karima with wide eyes as he gags on their strap, moaning around it.
"Fucking hell, J." They breathe, "You sure you've never subbed before?" They don't give him a chance to answer, not that he could anyway, continuing to fuck his throat and raising their boot to rub it against his clit.
He can't take it anymore and he cums again, his body trembling and his hips working himself against their boot. Karima pulls their cock back out of his throat to let him gasp for air, dropping down to their knees to catch him as he slumps forward.
Carefully, they take off the cuffs, still supporting his weight, then they help him stand up and stumble to the bedroom, setting him down on the bed and holding him. His ears are ringing, but when they stop he realizes that the other butch is murmuring praise and reassurance.
"But I didn't get you off." He protests, voice broken from having his throat so thoroughly fucked.
"I don't like to be touched like that." Karima tells him, in a tone that tells him that they expect rejection or some sort of judgement. But Jean has met stone butches before, he has researched the identity. Also, he isn't an asshole.
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i just wanna be a cute, innocent, pure prince whoās never had a personal knight before. when iām finally assigned one, he takes an interest in me right awayā¦ always teasing me for my size, overpowering me in our roughhousing often.. the king scolds us for being so boyish, but we really are just two boys filled with hormones. him, more than i..
his teasing starts to escalate to flirting, a protective hand always on my back and he often tilts my chin up to look me in the eye. iām the prince, he canāt treat me that way!! but, he does say itās cute when he gets me all riled up like that..
one night he finds me pleasing myself, my dainty hand down my boxers in my resting quarters.. though, i canāt seem to make myself feel good, too inexperienced to know what iām doing. my annoyed whines and moans go straight to his crotch, and he canāt hold himself back any longer.
itās only a split second before heās on top of me, in my own bed, a gentle yet firm hand on my waist. heās double my size, making me squeeze my thighs together in both fear and arousal.
need some help, my prince? he asks, his large hand playing with the hem of my boxers as a means to ask for permission. just his touch alone is enough to make me dizzy and brainless enough to say yes, god, yes..
good boy, he whispers to me as i whimper, his fingers circling my clit, slowly and steadily. iāve never felt this good before, my small hands unable to provide such a strong sensation.
My truly ideal relationship fantasy is a boy Iām genuinely best friends with. And we are very much BOY best friends. Itās all video games and late night McDonaldās runs. Blasting music and smoking weed in his car. Getting drunk after work and smoking cigarettes in the cold in too light jackets, huddling a bit closer together for warmth. Itās loud voices and joking around and dude, cmon bro, roasting each other and egging each other on. Playful shoves that are a little too gentle. Gazes that linger a little too long.
One night weāre playing video games in my room, halfway through a case of beer. Iām teasing him, making fun of him for losing, cracking jokes like I always do. Something in his eyes changes, he gets this little smirk Iāve never seen before and suddenly heās grabbing me by the back of the neck, kissing me. āShut up,ā he murmurs against my lips. And suddenly Iām melting. Heās kissing me deep and possessive, pulling me into his lap. His hands roaming my body as I start to get flushed, my head falling back and I let out a breath.
āYouāre so fucking hot,ā he tells me, his thumb running over my bottom lip, pushing into my mouth. I suck on it happily, gratefully. I can feel how much he likes it, how it excites him. He has to kiss me, taste my mouth before shoving his fingers back in. I move slowly on his lap, his other hand slipping under my shirt, rubbing soothing circles on my lower back.
āGood, baby.ā He kisses and then sucks on my neck, making hickeys as I bob my mouth on his fingers, moaning around them. His hand slips under my pants, cups me over my boxers.
āYouāre so wet,ā he mutters almost incredulously. āIs that for me?ā
I nod eagerly. Bucking my hips against him desperately. His hand slips into my boxers, gently rubbing slow teasing circles on my clit with a single finger. I moan and he holds me tighter.
He nips at my ear, takes his fingers out of my mouth, rubbing the spit onto my lips. Grips the back of my head by the hair to get better access to my neck, while i rut against him, all tough-guy, playing it cool pretense completely lost. I am his, and have been for a long time, whether he knew it or not.
He breathes agains my neck, āYou have no idea how long Iāve been waiting for this.ā
Thinking about having a cute guy in his shirt and underwear sleeping peacefully next to me. How I could lie awake, watching his breaths as I get more and more aroused, unable to sleep. How I could eventually give in to the urge to reach over to his slightly parted legs, moving agonisingly slowly so as not to rouse him.
How I could ever so gently brush my fingers over his tdick, softly thumbing it and stroking it as he begins to get harder under my hand. Maybe he'd stir slightly in his sleep, whimpering quietly in his throat as he is unknowingly pleasured. I could increase the pressure just a little, feeling his needy dick starting to strain at his boxers, throbbing. He could let out a soft moan, his body acting for him as his hips subtly push into my fingers.
I could keep teasing him, cautious, only my hand moving so as not to disturb his rest. Then I'd just thumb his sensitive dick as my other fingers traced down over his boxers, feeling how much he'd soaked them. He could whine as I pressed my fingers against his hole, breathing heavily and weakly grinding on them.
I'd finally pull his boxers to the side carefully, still stroking his tdick as I slipped a finger into his leaky, wet cunt. He'd moan louder, groggily stirring from his sleep, confused and disoriented but too hazy from the pleasure to do anything except lie there and whimper, gazing at my shadow through blurry eyes. I'd fuck into him harder, no longer worried about waking him as I curled my finger up into him and circled his dick's silky head.
He'd be a useless mess under me, still barely awake, in a haze as he squirmed and panted desperately. Maybe I could keep fingering him until he came all over his boxers. Maybe I could slide them off and suck his twitching, red tdick. Maybe I could pull my hand away cruelly and shove my hips in his face, for him to attempt to sleepily tongue my own tdick. He'd be so overwhelmed and weak and dazed, it'd be so easy to use his mouth however I pleased.
I like to draw a lot and lately I've been having a hard time finding references for a new project I'm working on.
I ask you if you wanna come over and let me take some pictures of you to use as reference, we can hang out and it'll be fun. You agree, happy to help your friend and have an excuse to hang out.
You come over and I ask you to do a few simple action poses. Nothing crazy. But then I point out the fact that your clothes are kinda baggy, so it'll be hard for me to understand your anatomy beneath them. I ask if you'd be willing to just wear your binder and boxers, and I promise these photos will only be seen by me. You agree again, because you know I won't share them, and we're both trans guys, so it's alright, right?
The poses get a bit more ... specific. I ask you to get on all fours. To lay on your back and stomach. To sit with your legs spread. Poses that are definitely meant to be provocative.
I finally tell you what the project is for. I'm drawing a lot of self-indulgent trans guy porn and want to make a short comic about it. I say that the most difficult thing to get references for is t guys with their pussy visible. So if you really wanted to be helpful, you could take your boxers off and let me see everything.
You agree. You kick your boxers off, and I continue making you pose in all sorts of ways that now feel outright humiliating. Sit on your ass and hold your legs open with your hands. Get on your hands and knees face down, ass up, and really put your ass up high. Lay like you're about to get fucked missionary style. Press yourself against the wall and spread your legs wide. Let me get a few up close pictures of you spreading your hole as wide as you can.
And despite how embarrassing this is, that I'm just your friend asking for a favor, you're getting wet. Really fucking wet. It only makes you even more embarrassed and you wonder if I notice it, because if I am, I'm not saying anything.
But I absolutely notice it. Its hard not to, when your pussy is literally fucking glistening in the light. I want to touch it so fucking bad its taking every last ounce of self restraint in me to not just start playing with you. I think of any excuse I can make up to touch you.
Finally I get my chance. You're in a pose where you can't reach your pussy very well to spread it open, so I use my fingers to spread it open myself.
"Holy shit, you're really wet right now. Are you wet like this all the time?" I finally ask, my fingers gently rubbing around your hole. It's actually a little shocking to me just how wet it feels.
You shake your head. Obviously, you're probably not gonna constantly be dripping, but I just wanted to make you say it.
"Why are you so wet right now, then? Is it because... of what we're doing?"
Slowly, you nod, feeling more embarrassed than you have this whole time.
"Huh. I didn't know my friend was such an exhibitionist slut." I say, fingers teasing up and down your cunt. Your entire body trembles and you let out a whine, unable to even formulate an answer right now.
I tease my fingers right around your hole. Pressing in just a slight bit. Pressing more and more until two of my fingers finally push inside your cunt, sliding deeper till theyāre fully inside. āSorry, I wouldāve asked if I could penetrate you, butā¦ I mean, its pretty obvious thatās what you want.ā
My fingers sliding in and out of your hole faster till im fingerfucking you. My other hand coming up to gently pinch and pull at your clit, all thick and fat from T. You whine and grind down against my fingers. I flick your clit a few more time with my fingers before finally rubbing it in earnest like you so clearly need.
āIāll let you cum, as long as you let me shove a dildo up your cunt later and take pictures of it. I need some good references of a little bitch getting fucked.ā
You donāt just agree- you outright beg me to take all the pictures I want, just so you can cum.
āAnd its good jerk off material for me, too. Hope you donāt get too mad at me if I āaccidentallyā take a few videos of it too.ā
I slap your cunt with my hand, the noise wet and loud and filthy, before going back to rubbing your clit just how you love it being touched. Your entire body trembles at how turned on you are, how good you feel, and suddenly your orgasm is rushing through you, making your hips jerk, cunt clench around my fingers, as all you can do is let it take you. I keep fingerfucking you and rubbing you through your orgasm, not stopping till you seem coherent again.
āThatās a good fucking bitch.ā I say, pulling out my fingers and licking them clean. I give your ass a firm slap as you collapse to the ground in exhaustion.
I take a quick picture of you like this, looking sated and well-fucked. āYouāre the best model a guy could ask for. Now let me see your hole, I wanna capture the way it looks all stretched out right now.ā
One of many just the tip fantasies I have (might write more on them later)
You and your partner are making out, maybe on the couch, your partner is getting more and more desperate, running their hands anywhere they can touch you, pressing harder into you than they probably mean to. Itās not long before they start begging.
āBabe, I need you, please let me have you, Iāve been so patient. Iāve been good for you yeah?ā All in between breathy kisses as they beg to be let in. You keep denying them, finding humor in how sweetly they beg. Eventually your partner starts begging for even the smallest things, ājust your thighs? Please? I-I wont even put it in, just fuck your thighs, please please please-ā
āOkay sweetie, you can use my thighsā you say as you pull down your pants so they can feel your skin as they rut between your legs. Theyāre so quick to pull themselves out of their pants, not even bothering to pull themselves down before they thrust. Theyāre quick and chasing, but you can see in their face that it isnāt really what they need, but theyāre obedient and would never step out of your comfort zone. However one thrust catches on the edge of your wet cunt and they stop, muscle taut with the stress of not moving farther, of pushing past that pillowy pressure that held them back with nothing more than their own will. You see the look on your partnerās face change, they want it so badly but are refusing to do something you dont want.
āPlease, just the tip, I wont do anything more, I just need it so badly but, you feel so goodā
You pretend to think about it for a moment, you clench down on them just to see how committed they are to ājust the tipā and you swear you can see the vein in their forehead throb with their attempt to restrain themselves. āAlright, just the tip sweetheartā
They relax for a split second before they realize how monumental a task it will be to keep themselves from fucking further in. They pulse their hips slowly, so careful you can barely feel the movement. A smirk rises to your lips and you clench on the inward thrust, causing their hips to jerk in response. Like a string snapped, their eyes glaze over before fully hilting themselves, grabbing your hips to puss you onto to them while they bury themselves as deep as possible. From here thereās nothing left in their mind other than chasing their orgasm deep in your cunt, but this is what you wanted. You wanted the feral mutt to breed you without thought, fucking you so roughly youāll have bruises on your thighs from the pressure of the rutting. And if you can āpunishā them later for disobeying then its only better, wins all around.
āFuck so good-nnng- ah youāre so warm, gonna breed you so good, love. Wanna fuck you so good-ahā
You get pounded within an inch of your life now and can punish the pup later and get another good fuck out of it. For now, you can just let the mutt breed your cunt, abuse it until youāre sore and bruised and can think of nothing but this cock for a week.
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as you transition you become much closer with male friends. theyāre genuinely encouraging and supportive. one day, one of them invites you over to smoke and play video games. as you both get progressively higher, he starts asking you questions about how your transition is going. you enthuse about how at home you feel in your body and how free you feel after getting top surgery. he blushes a bit and stumbles over his words as he asks you about getting āeverything doneā surgery wise. you admit that youāve considered it, but youāre very happy with your tdick. he stares at you blankly, he has no idea what that is. in your drug induced haze, you smirk and offer to show him. you lie back on the couch and pull down your boxers and open your legs, allowing him to inspect you. he giggles and his face goes even redder, but he lowers himself between your legs to get a good look at your cock and your cunt. he even pokes and prods a bit, watching the way your cock twitches to life. thereās a moment where you wonder if heās gonna put his fingers inside of you or put his mouth on you, but he doesnāt. his curiosity seems to be genuine and you find it kinda endearing.
at some point you must have fallen asleep, because you wake up on the couch late in the night. youāre still totally out of it, but you feel comforted by a heavy warmth on top of you. you come to and quickly realize that your friend is asleep on top of you and holding you in his arms, youād be disturbed if you didnāt trust him so much, itās actually sort of sweet. at least until you realize that youāre still naked from the waist down. you try to squirm away to grab your clothes, but he holds you closer and shifts against you in his sleep. you feel something between your legs and look down to see that heās hard in his boxers. he makes a soft noise and starts moving against you. you figure he must be having a wet dream. he gently rocks back and forth against your bare cunt and you blush as you feel yourself getting wet. you again try to move away but you only succeed in shifting his boxers so now his cock is peaking thru the front of them. god, heās so hard. you hear him let out a satisfied groan as his raw cock rubs up against your wet pussy. you try to stifle your own moan as you feel the tip of his cock against your entrance, almost slipping in. he continues thrusting against you for a while until he starts breathing heavier and moving faster. heās getting close, oh fuck, youāve really got to stop this now. you make one last attempt to get away without waking him up, but he suddenly drives his hips forward and you feel the head of his cock slide into your unprotected pussy. you instantly freeze. heās so big! his instincts take over and he drives himself even deeper into you, pushing the entirety of his cock inside of you, all the way up to your womb. it feels unbelievable. he continues thrusting into you at a fast pace and you feel him throbbing in you. heās fucking you. god, what do you do? this is so fucking wrong, but it feels so good. you feel his cock start to twitch like crazy inside of you. fuck, heās really about to cum! what the hell, you figure you may at least enjoy this while you still can. you reach your hand to your tdick and start quickly jerking yourself off. with one final deep thrust heās moaning into the crook of your neck as he pumps his seed into you. your eyes roll back in your head in ecstasy as the feeling of his sperm flooding your womb pushes you over the edge of your own orgasm. you lie there satisfied as you feel his cum start to overflow your pussy. as his cock softens and slips out of you, you close your eyes, pretend to be asleep, and hope that when he wakes up, heāll still be too high and you can pretend that you have no idea what or even if anything happened. little do you know heās hoping the same thingā¦
The bathroom door is unlocked so when I open it, I'm surprised to see someone inside. He's standing there, leaned against the sink. Eyes red and glossy, mouth drooly, speech slurred when he tries to question my presence.
I think I know him; he's like two or three years younger than me. "Hey, kid. Are you okay?" I place my hand on his back to try and steady him. "I'm just really, I think I'm really high."
He's babbly and maybe a little confused. He's so crossfaded right now. He might not be able to get home like this. He's vulnerable and weak in this state and I'm barely tipsy.
The thought of his boycunt makes my mouth water. I reach back and lock the door. He doesn't even notice. He also doesn't protest when I lay my hands on him again. One on his back, the other on his waist so I can turn him to face me.
"Whata you doing?" he asks before my lips collide with his forcing a kiss out of him, my tongue slips into his dry, liquor flavored mouth. He lets out a strangled noise before weakly trying to shove me away. I walk him back to the wall and hold him against it.
My mouth moves hungrily against his. The boy moves his head to pull away from me. I kiss his neck and lick at the soft skin there. I grope his tits and pull his shirt up so I can see them. They're cute, big and soft in my palms and his nipples are pink and soft.
I lean down to suck one into my mouth. He lets out a soft whimper of a noise as I lick at his cute nipple. The other seems neglected and I switch over to it. Another noise escapes him, this one is a little louder. No one will be able to hear anything I do to him over the thumping music. I tug his shirt over his head.
"W-wait, I don't... Leave me alone." My hands are already undoing his pants. Once I can yank them down and see his soaked cunt I smile. "You don't want this?" I question, slipping my hand between his thighs, "Why are you so wet then, sweetie?"
He swallows hard, trying to think of an answer. But he can't think of one before my finger circles his clit. "Yeah, that's it." His head falls forward onto my shoulder.
He's muttering about how he doesn't want me to do this. I doubt that he'll even remember this in a few hours. So, I of course have to use him while I can. I turn his body around and bend him over the sink. Jesus, he's so wet he's dripping and when I line my tip up with his entrance, he tenses up and lets out a choked yell as I shove my cock in his tight hole.
I'm balls deep and he's fluttering around me. "You're so tight. You're a virgin, huh?" The boy whines as I begin to thrust into him. It isn't long before he's moaning loudly and practically drooling into the sink.
"Wait, stop. I-I don't want... Please!" His protests are cut short by a sharp cry before he's cumming all over my cock, shaking from overstimulation. I don't stop ramming his cute pussy, he cums again on my cock, slick gushing down over my shaft.
I slam him hard, snapping my hips sharply. My thrusts become erratic and he starts to cry, babbling incoherent words between wet sobs and the slap of my balls on his cunt. "Yeah, that's right baby. You take my cock so good."
My cock twitches as I fill him with my hot seed. A loud moan erupts from him as he cums hard again. This time he slumps against the sink, letting me rut into him until my balls are empty. When I pull out he sobs.
His legs are essentially useless to him. I tuck my dick in my pants and wipe up his poor pussy. He'll definitely be sore in the morning. Especially after I feed him a few more drinks and take him back to my place.
walk in on me in the bathroom at a bar. Meet my eyes in the mirror while you reach back and flip the lock. Grab me by the back of the neck and make me gasp at the cold when you reach around and rub your beer bottle against my hot, desperate cunt. Circle my aching cock with the opening where I know your lips have been, make me whine and beg for your drunk mouth on my hole any way I can get it. Kick my legs apart, make me pant, thinking Iām finally gonna get your cock, Iāve been desperate for it all night and I know youāre strapped tonight - and then I feel the cold hard press of your bottle neck in my wet hole, and I collapse over the sink whining and fucking back on your beer like the desperate slut I am. Reach around and rub my cock while you fuck me with your beer until I canāt take it anymore, half lidded eyes meeting your hungry gaze in the mirror and I cum all over your bottle. Hold me up with an arm around my waist and make me watch my cum dribble down through the bottle to mix with your beer. Then lift it to your lips and take a long, long sip, draining your filthy cocktail of your beer and my cum. Leave me with the empty bottle on the sink. Kiss the back of my neck and tell me I was a good boy. Iāll watch you leave the stall as put together as you came in, and I'll remain hunched over the sink, shaking and soaked and eyeing the cold bottleneck and how good it felt inside me.
i could do it again. the door's unlocked. anyone could walk in.
tying or cuffing a pretty boy is fun, but i really wanna restrict him without anything. telling him to be a good boy and stay. keep his hands to his side. use nothing but his mouth. hands behind his back. keep his legs apart and donāt shut them just because i said so. watching him whimper and whine while trying so good to remain still, to behave, to keep his hands still and his shaky legs apart, all flustered and shy and trying to hard to remain focused on his little tasks. fuck.
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im soaking wet and ive barely touched myself and i am simply thinking about being little spoon to a sleeping friend and being nearly asleep when they start breathing heavier, and their hips start grinding against my ass, and i realize theyre dreaming. i let them go at it for a bit, feeling them get hard behind me, thrusts growing more desperate, and suddenly they wake up. theyre still for a moment, seemingly trying to judge whether im awake. i shift and yawn, pretending to have just woken up, turning my head to meet their gaze. theyre blushing, staring at me. i grind my ass back, feeling their erection straining against their shorts and grin.
"you want some help with that?" i whisper, my hand creeping back to paw at it through the fabric. they moan quietly, nodding franticly. i pull their cock out of their shorts, stroking it slowly. they assume i am simply going to jerk them off.
instead, i pull my own pajama shorts down and slide their cock in me, still making eye contact as they groan at the tight, wet heat. i nod, giving them permission to use my hole to get off. they immediately slam into me, pulling my back to their chest and fucking into me fast and hard, chasing their own release. i rub my cock as they rail me, chasing the same pleasure. they fuck me for a solid 5 or 6 minutes, soon telling me theyre gonna cum and asking where. i tell them inside is fine, almost no mess to clean up that way. they immediately slam all the way in, and hot cum paints my cunt white as i cum too. we lay there for a bit, panting, my friends cock softening inside me but neither of us making a move to remove it. we fall asleep like that, me cockwarming them, plugging their cum inside.
I wake up in the morning with a new message on my phone that says, "check your videos." I frown and sure enough, there's a new video saved from my camera. I open it and see my own spread thighs, two fingers rubbing a wet patch on my boxers and my room fills with my pathetic little moans. "I think he's having a wet dream." I can hear a smile in their voice. They clumsily pull my boxers down with one hand, camera pressed into the bed at an awkward angle before they lift it up again to show me the mess. My curls are slick and damp with the wetness leaking from my cunt, my cock is thick and hard and twitching. "look at his slutty body begging for help." They coo, catching my cock in the v of their fingers and eliciting a gasp from my sleeping lips, my hips rolling into the friction. "who am I to refuse him?" they flip the camera, so I can see them and they start lapping at my cock. The whines and groans and writhing it elicits from my slumbering body would be embarrassing if I didn't know how wickedly good their tongue feels. They slide a finger or two inside me, I can't see how many, just the rapid moving back and forth of their hand. I can hear the absolutely obscene noise my cunt is making as they finger me, wet squelching matching the pace of my building moans. I cum quickly, trembling and shaking and crying out. When I'm done, they give my cunt a sloppy kiss and then pull up my boxers. They hold the camera overhead and smile, "good boy."
