Turning “fakeboys” into Real Men!

when you initially agreed to go camping with your coworker, you didn’t think it would be so cold. it was only the beginning of september, but here you were, trembling in your sleep as the tent stood still in the calm night.

he knew how you identified, and when the topic had first arisen, he’d simply smiled and chuckled before knocking his shoulder into yours with a brief, ‘that’s cool, man.’ he never made you feel like anything other than one of the guys, taking any opportunity to ‘toughen you up’ as he liked to say. he’d slowly started inviting you out after work, first to sports bars, then to sports practice; you two were comfortable, friends even. and that’s how you ended up out here, camping under the stillness of the stars and cover of night.

‘hey,’ you heard him mumble from the other side of the tent, his voice startling you easily. you gasped involuntarily and he cleared his throat. ‘hey, that you?’ his voice was rough with sleep. you withheld your gasp this time.

‘yeah, what?’

‘you ‘kay? i can hear you over there shakin’. ‘

‘colder than i was expecting,’ you replied shortly, burying your face into the crook of your arm to warm the tip of your nose.

you heard him gruff beside you, shuffling inside his sleeping bag until he was turned on his side to face you. the moon shone through the mesh ceiling, illuminating a portion of his face; his eyes were closed, still somewhat asleep.

‘you can come over here,’ he said, and it was different from that charming, yet demanding way of his. this time his voice was soft and unsure, almost as if he was nervous.

you were sure that you didn’t mishear him, but still you hesitated. thoughts quickly raced through your head, aren’t i out here to toughen up?

‘i’m fine-‘ you started.

‘c’mon, bud,’ he interrupted, and this time his tone was more assertive, leaving little room for disagreement. like the tone he took when inviting you out to play football with the other guys at the rec center.

so, without further argument, you crawled closer beside him until the two of you were almost touching. you laid down on your back, eyes fixed to the branches above to keep them from wandering. the night was so still, not even a breath of wind to hide your unsteady breathing. you heard your coworker rustling beside you, and without speaking a word, he snaked his hand beneath your blanket and over your hip before dragging you closer. your back scraped along the ground, catching on twigs and rocks beneath the canvas floor, but the only sensation you could focus on was his warm hand pressed into your cold hip.

‘hey-‘ you started to protest with a wince, but were cut off with a quick shhh and pressure applied to where your flesh met.

‘you’re fuckin’ freezing, dude,’ he grunted with a slight shake of his head. you opened your mouth to deny the claim, but your body betrayed you with a shudder. ‘c’mere.‘

swiftly, and without another word, your coworker flipped you onto your side. he pulled you closer until your back was pressed entirely to his front and you could feel warm breaths puffing onto the nape of your neck. he tossed his sleeping bag - which you now realized had been unzipped - over your blanket and immediately you felt the heat engulf you. your shivering stopped and you let out a small sigh of relief, the tension leaving your body.

‘atta boy,’ he whispered against your skin. you felt yourself relax further into the warmth of his touch.

the comfort was enough for you to drift back asleep, only to be awoken by those same deft, calloused fingers digging into your hip and the feeling of something hot and hard pressing into your ass. you gasped in surprise, your hips jerking back involuntarily at the sensation. at first, you wondered if your coworker was still asleep. his breathing was measured and he was lying very still. it felt like crossing a line, so you shifted forward just slightly, but you heard him grumble behind you as he dragged you back towards him. this time his hips jerked forward and he groaned before you heard him whisper, ‘this okay?’

you inhaled shakily and couldn’t find your voice. he exhaled hard and moaned against you. ‘you can tell me to stop and i will,’ he said, and you knew it was true. but there was an underlying sweetness in his tone now, a quiet but desperate pleading that went straight to your dick. you could only moan in response, rocking your hips back into him and desperately clenching your thighs together.

‘oh,’ he exhaled again against the back of your neck. ‘but you like it, don’t you?’ he pressed his bulge into you. ‘you like this?’

‘i-i…’ you tried, voice cracking on the second attempt and you heard him laugh behind you, a slow, deep rumble that you could feel in your own chest. it was embarrassing every time, but it never felt like he was laughing at you. it was like he found it endearing, or at least you hoped.

‘yeah, i know, your body needs this,’ he crooned, nipping the back of your neck. ‘i remember being a boy. being so horned up all the time that a stiff breeze could take me out.’ he exhaled hard over the bitten skin. ‘i bet that’s how you feel right now, huh?’

your entire body convulsed, and for a moment, your coworker was afraid that he’d gone too far, too fast. an apology was forming on his lips, but was soon swallowed after hearing the soft, high whine that left your throat.

‘yes,’ you moaned fervently as you tried to control your breathing. no one had ever touched or spoken to you this way before you began transitioning, let alone after. you’d always been too nervous to try dating apps or the local gay bars; it’s easy to be fetishized and easier still to be rejected for being yourself. you figured that you could let yourself have tonight and deal with what may come in the morning.

‘i know, bud,’ he murmured, fingers skimming past your waist to slip beneath the band of your boxers. you grabbed his wrist frantically, stopping him before he could reach further.

‘wait,’ you gasped softly, and he did. ‘no one’s ever - i mean, i don’t have -‘

‘don’t have what?’ he asked softly before kissing the back of your neck. he started moving his hand lower again and you didn’t stop him, though you kept a tight grip on his wrist. he gripped you firmly over the front of your boxers, biting the back of your neck when he felt you shiver. ‘feels like you got a dick to me.’ he groped you hard and you couldn’t help but jerk up into the touch. it felt so good and you’d been more desperate than usual since taking your shot right before the trip; not your smartest move. ‘already big and hard for me.’ he took your length between his fingers and thumb, tugging slowly, causing you to release a shaky breath that you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. ‘you probably don’t even know what to do with this thing, do you?’ you shook your head no, hoping he could see enough in the dark; you didn’t trust your voice not to crack again. your coworker chuckled before replying, ‘of course not. but don’t worry,’ he paused to mouth at the nape of your neck again and you felt his lips turn up into a grin. ‘i’ll show you.’

before you could even attempt to think of a clever response, your coworker pushed you onto your back and shuffled over your legs to settle between them. he yanked your boxers down in one swift motion and you yelped as the cold air hit your warmest, most private parts.

‘woah,’ he whispered, almost reverently, as he gazed at your swollen cock, precum glistening from between your balls. he looked up at you, lips quirked into an astonished little grin and you could feel heat rising in your cheeks and chest. ‘you’re hung, dude.’

‘oh..?’ was all you could muster out before he’s ducking down to get his hot, wet mouth wrapped fully around your length, taking you all the way down to the base. you buck your hips up into his heat involuntarily and before you can breathe out an apology, he hollows out his cheeks and sucks hard, swirling his tongue around your head.

‘o-oh…’ you gasped, captivated by the dimly lit sight between your legs. your coworker caught your gaze and fixed you with a mischievous look before bobbing his head up and down on your dick.

‘ahh fuck,’ you moaned wantonly, pushing your hips up into your coworkers face, letting your legs fall further apart as he sucks you off. you began moaning in time with the pace he was going at, the soft little ah ah ah’s of pleasure building in volume until your coworker brought his hand down firmly over your mouth.

he popped off your dick with an obscene sound and whispered lowly, ‘better keep your voice down, bud. don’t wanna wake the neighbors.’ as if on cue, you heard a rustle and cough from the next campsite over, a stark reminder that you were outside and in public. not that you cared in the moment at all.

your chest was heaving and you felt dizzy with lust. he didn’t move his hand from over your mouth and you don’t think you’d trust yourself to speak if he did. so instead, you simply nodded, a few short and quick jerks of your head, and fixed the man between your legs with a desperate, wide eyed stare.

‘good boy,’ he said with a smirk before going back down to giving your cock the most delicious attention it’s ever received. you tried to keep watching - it was mesmerizing seeing the way your cock disappeared and reappeared from between your coworker’s lips, shiny with spit, as electric jolts of pleasure ran through your body. but before long, you collapsed onto your back, chest heaving with the effort of keeping silent, both hands clamped over your mouth to muffle the involuntary noises being pulled from you. your hips snapped forward, desperate and without rhythm as you felt the familiar coil of warmth gathering behind your little cock.

‘i’m gonna cum, dude,’ you whispered feverishly, your head lolling to the side as he relentlessly sucked you off. in your delirium, you weren’t sure if your coworker had heard your declaration, so you went to repeat yourself, but before you could finish the sentence, he took your cock down to the base in one motion and gagged.

‘oh fuck - !’ you tried so hard not to scream, but you couldn’t be sure how successful at that you actually were.

you knew that you were nowhere near big enough to trigger a gag reflex, yet your sweet, filthy coworker had humored you, showing you just how a man’s cock should be treated, and that’s what had pushed you over the edge. you grabbed at the man’s head between your legs, taking fistfuls of hair tightly in your hands as you pushed your dick down his throat as far as you would go, gasping and panting like a mutt in heat, rutting your hips forward as you chased your orgasm. you came for what felt like forever until you finally felt your dick pulse one last time before the sensations all became to much.

‘god, f-fuck me,’ you moaned, lowering your voice again and pushing weakly at your coworker’s head.