Mars

I can see it your cock’s leaking, twitching…

Your hand’s soaked. Your balls are tight.

You’ve been edging like a good boy, letting all that pressure build.

This isn’t just horniness.

This is masculine hunger.

precum’s telling the truth your mind already knows

You’re a boy. A filthy, horny, real fucking boy.

Say it.

Say it while your tip pulses.

I’m a boy

Stroke slow. Feel your load begging to explode.

You’re not confused. You’re not hiding.

You’re a leaky, high-T, sex-charged boy about to cum like it’s your identity.

So don’t fight it anymore.

Let it go.

Loud. Messy. Full.

It doesn't take long to get her addicted, the more you pound her the more she begs for it, and that's when I start to drop some manly behavior, drop the girl voice when I pound her... she realizes she loves it, and soon I get to be my normal manly self around her and she's wet about it, she just wants more cock.

Then she slips a "daddy"... tries to apologize until she sees me smiling and harder than before as I say "Oh yeah I'm your daddy, you love this manly cock don't you?" as she moans and nods.

Then tell her I am just a man fixing her and she just takes it as a good girl and now calls herself straight.

❤️🧡💛💚💙🩵💜

starts out accidentally, with a "oh, i'm so sorry! i'm just used to being around other transmascs, aha". no big deal, "i don't mind"

maybe there's a twitch in my face, or maybe he noticed how my eyes widened with excitement—how they filled with a need for more.

he starts getting more playful with it. "i'm sure you would've made such a good boy, what a shame" followed by a laugh. "you gotta cut some of that hair, dude, doesn't it get in the way? you'd be so much cuter with a cut like mine".

there's more tells now; a red face, a growing bulge in my jeans, and darting eyes that avoid his gaze. he definitely knows.

"it's not too late to be a good boy, pup. wouldn't you much rather just be a pretty boytoy for me? i just want you to be who you really are. let me help you."