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.

There was nothing better than making you cum in your sleep. It wasn’t just his favorite, but it was everything that led up to it. Finding you sprawled out in your bed. Sauntering over without a care in the world. Your roommates off in their rooms, fast asleep, not even a second thought in his mind. 

They couldn’t see him, so none of it mattered. 

They were asleep—probably—so they wouldn’t hear the loud whirring of your wand pressed against your clit. He’d watch you soak through your sleep shorts as he lifted and lowered the toy over and over. Watching you squirm. Watching you sleep through it. You always were a heavy sleeper.

He wouldn’t let you cum yet, though. The fun came from making you wish for it even in your dreams. To tear away whatever world lay around you then and have you fall into the aching needs that’d change it. Until your lips were moving with begs meant only for the ears of those in your dreams. 

Then he’d tug your shorts aside and press two fingers into you. Over and over, the sound squelching as he lapped at your clit. Swollen and overly sensitive from the harsh vibrations of the wand. Again and again. Nothing touching you while he did. He could see his own hands, his own tongue, but he had a sick enjoyment when he’d glance back in your mirror, and nothing was there. Just you. 

He’d fucked you so many times with your eyes trained on your reflection that he knew you enjoyed it too. 

There was just something so fucking perfect seeing your body react to such an intimate touch, and yet…nothing was there. 

He still didn’t let you cum yet. He wouldn’t. Not until he was inside of you. 

And he wasn't quick with it either. He took his time milking you of all the pleasure he could without giving you that last push over the edge. Rubbing his fingers along those sweet, sensitive spots inside of you, lapping at your clit with slow, harsh licks that you'd mourn the loss of later when you'd missed out on being awake for it, and then bringing the wand right back down to where your clit swelled and twitched. 

Only then, when you'd made a mess on your sheets and your shorts were soaked through, did he slot himself inside of you. He took your phone as he did so, turning on the camera so you could see it in the morning. You'd wake to the mess he'd leave behind, and so long as your roommates weren't suddenly kind enough to turn on your morning alarm, well, you'd be the only one to see the video. 

He always left a video. Your request. He couldn’t deny such a parting sentiment. 

Besides, he didn’t show up on camera either. 

He held the wand against your clit with varying time delays between every touch as he gradually pushed himself in. Oh. You were warm and wet. Already clenching even before he put the wand against you once more. And when he did that? Your hips lifted, and he slammed into you the rest of the way. He lifted the wand at the last moment, fucking you with thrusts only barely soft enough as to not wake you, but they kept you right on that edge.

You fluttered and squirmed, clit begging him to keep going. Just a little more. But he wasn't ready for that yet. He rutted into you a little harder. Deeper. You stirred in your sleep, pawing at your sheets, and he angled the phone down to show how you took him as if he were nothing. Your body reacting to nothing. Your body gushing around him while you were stuffed all the way with his cock down to the base, yet nothing. Just a wet, gaping cunt, fluttering and clenching for the camera. 

For him.

He came twice. He lifted and lowered the wand the entire time, rutting in and out of you at varying speeds and depths until he spilled over the edge. Twice. Two toe-curling times, stuffed deep inside of you, nearly dropping your phone in the process.

Then, and only then, did he move the wand and pull the hood back on your clit. A soft laugh came through as you whined in your sleep, soft spurs of begging coming through as your body ached for a release that he’d given himself already. He could’ve gone for more, but your alarm was going off soon. 

He zoomed in on your cunt as he used one finger to rub your clit. 

The wand would make you cum too hard with over-sensitivity that you'd wake up. He'd worked you up perfectly to the point where this was all that was needed. Just a few glistening drags of his finger right over your swollen clit, battered from the wand. Up and down, back and forth, moving the hood back with his finger in the process….

Such light, taunting drags. Nothing. They were nothing. But after hours beneath the wand, after hours of torment without a release, it’s all that was needed.

He grinned as he angled the camera to watch. He started the rush of your climax with his cock still inside of you, giving way to the sight of your hips lifted involuntarily as you suddenly began to spasm from pleasure. And then he pulled out, pulling what he’d left in you with him, and the height of your climax not only leaving you empty, but leaving you gushing. 

Unsatisfied yet satisfied to the point of tears slipping down your cheeks. You’d wake unfilled. You’d see the evidence of it. And it’d drive you mad for the rest of the day. 

He continued to rub your clit as you came hard, panting and huffing in your sleep. Gushing still. And he continued to rub until you were starting to stir awake. Too much to handle. Too sensitive to withstand. 

Then he pulled back. He righted your underwear and shorts, leaving you a mess, and he stopped the recording on your phone. He tucked you neatly back in, put your toy away, and left your phone unlocked on the video beside your bed. 

A gift for when you woke up. 

He cracked your bedroom door accidentally as he slipped out, returning to the world in between for the time being. Until you woke. Until you had those few minutes before you had to get ready where you’d skim the video and touch yourself to it. Where he might come back and help. Or hinder. 

He did have fun pulling your door open while you were in the heat of it. Or spanking you too loud for those in the house to hear. Sometimes even sliding his cock into you and fucking you to the point where you writhed and buried your face in the bed so your screams wouldn't be heard. 

He left your room with a smile, nudging the door open just a little more. 

And then he vanished. 

He’d hated your arrival when you’d first moved into what had been his house, but he was grateful that, for the first time, you hadn’t run off from his attempts to scare you away.