mercurialfrog

Sititng in your transmasc friend's lap, kissing him intently as he removes your clothes, you feel like you're melting into the floor. You haven't known him for very long, but something about him makes your heart flutter, among other things. After all, this would be the first time you've ever gotten close with someone like that, especially since he knows you're just starting out with your transition. He's a bit farther along than you are, no top-surgery yet, but that hardly matters as your thoughts begin to wander. That husky, sweet voice, the fact he's almost your height but with hips twice as wide, the playful touches of your hand and the pet names like "sweetie" or "doll." All of it makes you feel warm and fuzzy and horny. You haven't told him that, not yet anyways, but something tells you he might already know more than he lets on. In fact, you're hoping for it.

"Anon," he said, interrupting the warm lip contact, "do you trust me?" You eek out a reply as his hands slither on top of yours. "No, I mean do you trust me, does this feel good and safe for you?" You nod affirmitavely as your boyshorts are barely holding on to the raging boner you've been nursing the past several minutes.

"Good, then let me take care of you." He moves you back onto the bed, shirt and binder off in a flash as his bare, sweaty tits lie directly in front of you. "You can do whatever you want to these. You know, I did notice you staring. Like, everytime, dude." You would protest or be embarrased or even push back on being called a dude, but goddamn it he was right - you had been staring at his binder bulge. But it seems less a problem for him and more of a reward for you. Your hands clasp onto his tits, which immediately earned a quick girly moan that didn't seem to phase him.

"Yeah, thats right, they're all for you baby doll," he says with that same soothing voice, "I used to really hate these, yknow? But unf you seemed so attached to them, and I liked having your ahh gay nerdy ass pay attention to me that way." You begin to express surprise at how he seemingly loves to get his nipples teased when suddenly his hand is on your cock.

"Hey, I know you're not that experienced, but I really want you on top of me right now," he says with a twinge of hunger. He pulls out your erect cock and presses it into the growing wet spot on his boxers. Your heart is racing, your mind is growing fuzzy, but your body is aching for release it's almost impossible to ignore. You agree and soon he's shifted into a comfortable position -- his legs almost wrapped around your body as you line up to the hot, dripping pussy being served to you. You look to him for some guidance, but can only a find a pleading set of eyes begging for you in a rhythmic, sensual chorus of "please" and "fuck me."

As you start to fully mount him, the steaming heat from his cunt lets you glide into the deepest part of his womb, you both instinctively begin to whimper in pleasure. "YES! Fuck me man, you're plenty big for a "girl" Anon, keep going!" You begin to feel lighter and hotter all over, body pressing into his while your hips begin bucking on their own. Your body understands exactly whats happening while your mind is wrapping itself within knots of warm, horny thoughts.

Oh my god, I could cum like this was the thought that ran through your mind like a bolt of lightning right before it actually happened. You begin burying yourself in as much of him as you can, clinging desperately and grabbing the softest parts of his body you can. You feel yourself twitching as the last of your virile cum paints the opening of his cervix, his own orgasm still making his walls flex and hold on tighter.

You look into his eyes and expect to see some kind of disgust or even horror at the possibility of pregnancy after raw sex, but you're nearly floored by the lovely set of eyes that are beaming hearts into you.

"Anon~" he says, in a lighter, breathier tone than before, "please fuck me like that again~" You blink, still hard and nestled deep inside him.

"Um, sure," you meekly respond as your lips meet for a wet, gnarly kiss.

"But," he says, clutching onto you and whispering close, you gotta promise me something~"

"What?"

"You have to call me a good girl when you fuck me, okay?" He says this with a slight twinge of embarrassment, but his pussy is practically a vice grip afterwords. His true intentions are impossible to hide when you're literally already sheathed inside his weakest part.

"Yeah?" You hesitate for a moment, taking a look at his supple, curvy body and how it practically makes yours look like a geometric crime in comparison, and then grab his shoulders firmly. "How about right now, princess?" He sqeuals and wraps his legs around you