Eds Corner

i'm panting and sweating from how needy i am. my little dick is so sore from rubbing against your thigh, my slick being the only thing making it ache less.

i've needed to cum for the past ten minutes but you keep telling me, "not yet, baby boy. be patient for me. you're doing such a good job."

i think i might explode if i don't cum soon, but i'm a good puppy. i'll keep rutting and humping your leg for as long as you tell me even though i can feel my brain quickly turning to mush.

eventually, i can't stand it. i rest my forehead against your shoulder and whine softly. "please... need to cum so bad."

you just chuckle and gently rub my back, bouncing your leg against me to see just how far you can push me.

after a few more minutes, i'm clutching onto the back of your shirt. my whole body is so sweaty now and the wetness from my boyhole is covering your upper thigh at this point.

right when i'm about to cum. when i'm about to go against your orders, you whisper in my ear so softly, "okay, puppy. be a good boy and cum for me."

your words are like music to my ears. i bark and whimper, my whole body shaking as i feel my orgasm flow through me. i've somehow coated your leg even more as i feel shockwave after shockwave pulse through my little cock.

i try to stop rubbing to not overstimulate myself, but you hold my hips, moving them gently on your thigh. you ignore my protests and squirming, cooing in my ear to try and calm me down.

seconds later, i feel my body tense up yet again. i let out a muffled cry and bite into your shoulder. my little cock is so sore and twitching as i cum again.

i shut my eyes tight as i whine and clutch onto your back. you finally hold me still and wrap your arms around me, rubbing small circles into my lower back.

"you did such a good job puppy. you're okay. such a good boy for me."

a few tears slip past my eyes as i rest my head against your shoulder, panting heavily as i try to come back down from my highs. thinking it's over, that you're satisfied, i'm surprised when you keep your tight grip on my waist.

I want to watch you grow into a confident person, to have you admire yourself in the mirror, to watch you get more free during intimacy because your dysphoria eases, I want to help you find your personal style and dump everything you hate at the thrift store, I want to help you ease your dysphoria by showing you what works for me, I want to give you the experience you "missed out on", I want to make you feel like one of the guys.

Yeah ofcourse the testosterone shots and gel slathering are hot, ofcourse I want to mess with your head a little and fuck you silly, fuck yeah to all that (hard) kink stuff we mutually like. I'm the first to admit that I'm a fucking freaky faggot.

But I would only want someone that knows they're masc (leaning). I would never trigger your dysphoria (on purpose - and if I do I'll take responsibility and act on it), I would never tell you to man up because you're experiencing trauma. All these things are so gross to me.

I'm aiming to be like the boys you admired growing up, I'll be that guy who picks you up with his car and will be leaning against the hood outside waiting for you while smoking a cigarette. If you're not out to your family I'll act like I'm your gay bestie, I'll be really casual about it. I have saved all my old binders, you can have some, I'll take you to stereotypically masc things you've always wanted to go.

If you're scared to go into the men's bathroom I'll kick down the door first and put all attention on me. I know how absolutely humiliating and terrifying it is to change things like pads and tampons in the men's bathroom, bro I got you I will make so much noise so no one will hear. If you don't know how to get rid of the "evidence" shove it into my hand for all I care and I'll act like it's mine. I know this is extremely specific and perhaps laughable but you know...

as if he wasn't a clown himself

Me: I should make a NSFW tumblr, it’ll be a great outlet!

Autistic flirting be like *bites you*