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You knew that HRT had hit Johnny hard, I mean it was obvious. He was tall and thick, dense with muscle and hair. He passed in the military for gods sake! Countless transphobes not only looked up to him, they respected him, they followed his every command. But you had never gotten to see how all that testosterone affected his dick. You had seen bottom growth before, so you had an idea in your mind of what he looked like. Months into your relationship with him you still hadn’t actually seen it, however.

See, sex with Johnny for the first few months is a whirlwind of pleasure. You learn quickly that he loves nothing more than to give, the furthest he had let you go with him was sucking aching bruises onto his lower stomach. Other than that, his mouth and hands never seemed to leave your body.

The first time you saw him naked was a complete surprise.

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His tongue slides slowly over yours, licking deep into your mouth and you groan. You’re in his lap on the couch, his shirt is off, and he’s kissing you like he’s never wanted anyone else. His hand gropes slowly down your side, cupping your ass and pulling you to grind down against him.

“There you go, love, just like that,” he pulls away from your mouth with a slight wet noise to speak and you whine, dipping down to suck on his neck. He groans as your hand comes up to dig your nails into his chest and your lips work against his throat.

You pull away from his neck, wanting another kiss, but a large hand on the back of your head pulls you back down.

Then down further.

You let him guide you down his chest, past the scratches you left with your nails and further still to the dense patch of hair on his lower stomach. You lick and suck as you go, slipping to the floor as you descend further down. You get comfortable between his thick, splayed thighs, and start to nip and lick at his hip bones. When you finally sit back, you realize that he had unbuttoned his jeans and was working on his zipper.

You look up at him, suprised, and he only grins wolfishly.

“Go on. You’ve been wanting this haven’t you?”

You nod, not trusting your voice, and hook your fingers in the waistband of his jeans, helping him slide them down and off his body.

His revealed boxers are sticky against his thighs and cunt as he spreads his legs, and for a second you can make out the full outline of his swollen hole. And, more notably, a tdick big enough to easily fill your mouth. You groan and rub your finger along the slick fabric, gathering up his wetness before bring it to your mouth. You suck on your finger, moaning as your tongue licks up his arousal.

He lets out a shuddering breath at the sight.

“Oh fuck, you like that?” He lifts his hips, sliding his underwear off too, before returning to his original position with his legs spread.

His cunt was gorgeous. Swollen and flushed, his hole pulsing subtly as slick dripped from it slowly. You knew his dick was big, but now you could see that it was heavy too. Johnny reached causally down to stroke it between his thumb and forefingers. His hole clenched and his dick throbbed in response, even more wetness leaking down to the couch.

You stare between his legs as your mouth waters, “Go on,” He rasps, “Get a real taste.”

You immediately dive in to slurp at his winking hole, gathering the slightly tangy cream up into your mouth before letting it drip onto his tdick. You watch for a moment, letting the slick accumulate into a delicious drop at his tip before taking the whole thing in your mouth. He tenses for a moment, trembling, before slowly relaxing. You smile as you feel him go lax under you and begin sucking at his dick in long, slow movements, letting the weight of him sit perfectly in the sliding curve of your tongue. His head falls back and his breath hitches as his hips start rolling slighting with the rhythm of your mouth. You work at him, letting the taste of his cunt overwhelm your senses. Just as his staggering breaths grow more stable, you switch to sucking his whole dick deep into your mouth. His hand shoots to grab at your head, and in response you start to lap at the underside of his dick in quick, firm movements. His head snaps up to meet your eyes.

“I don’t want to cum yet, slow down.” he growls.

You keep eye contact and suck ever so slightly harder. You watch something dark flash across his eyes before her spits out, “Oh you fucking-”

His leg hooks over your shoulder, calf pressing into your back, “If you wanna play that game, then go ahead” he grunts, hand reaching down to massage the base of your skull almost painfully, “Show me how good you can make me cum.”

Your thumb comes up to prod gently against his slick hole and he groans at the sensation of you teasing his entrance. You dip in slowly, gently, easing up on your sucking to relax his muscles a little. Your thumb slips in slowly with a wet shlick and he gasps, hips trying to jolt away from the stimulation. You sit there, prodding just barely in and out of his desperate hole. Once you feel his opening relax and leak profusely against your probing thumb, you pull it out and let your tongue start taking broader, heavy strokes from his throbbing hole up along the underside of his dick.

He decides to stop protesting, melting into the couch as the burning pleasure builds hot in his gut. The noises he’s making are incredible, deep and desperate and thick with lust and scottish mumbling. His eyes are hazy and still fixed on you but his eyebrows twitch and his mouth is left slack and open.

You watch closely as you slide your pointer finger down to the knuckle in his wet heat. Johnny curses, back arching as he fights to maintain eye contact and not let his eyes roll. You take his dick back into your mouth and go back to sucking on it rhythmically, curling your finger up slightly and pressing as you slide it slowly out of him. You immediately sink your middle finger in instead, reaching deeper than before.

“Holy shit. Holy shit,” He gasps. His eyes are getting more and more pathetic by the second, his pupils blown and lips chewed and swollen.

His leg twitched next to your head, thighs trying in vain to close. The soldier inside of him was fighting hard to maintain self control, but he could only do so much when after only a few pumps of your middle finger in his fluttering cunt, you slipped your ring finger in along with it. The sounds were obscene, the wet shlickshlick of your fingers embarrassingly loud.

He whined, legs now trembling. His hole was more than ready for it, in fact, it had been begging for it. It was like your middle fingers (which were now stroking along the roof of his cunt, searching for sensitive spots) were scratching an itch he’d had since you sat down on the couch together. Just about two digits in, your finger tips found that sweet spongey area inside him and began to stroke it in firm, pressing movements.

“Oh! Yes!”

He gasped, eyes finally fluttering closed and head tilting back as his thoughts leaked out around your fingers. The couch was ruined at this point, but you didn’t care as you hooked his other leg over your shoulder and pressed his legs to his chest. He lets out a noise somewhere between a cry and a groan as you suck him hard down to the base and begin to once again lap at the underside of his aching dick.

“Oh my God. God. Please! Please I need-” His chest is heaving, and your fingers start to reach deeper inside of him again, slowly creeping further and further. You groan against his dick, feeling his molten walls open for you.

His legs lock around your head and you know he’s about to cum. It just would take a little more, just a slight adjustment, maybe if you crooked your fingers just there-

He clenches down hard as his back curves and pleasure pours through his body. He stays here quaking for one, two, three, four. his mouth opens in a silent “oh” as his orgasm melts down to spasming shocks. You continued to milk him as he clenches down on you, body protesting your persistent fingers. Cum slips between your fingers and out his hole with a squelch and aids in the growing mess between his thighs.

You pull away for just a moment, finding your voice, “There you go, let it all out for me baby,” then you return once more to suck and lap firmly at his dick.

He whimpers as the full body twitches gave way to a fluttering heat that burned nearly painful where your fingers toyed inside him. You keep going until these flutters reduce to occasional twitches, then pull away and admire your work.

Johnny’s hole is somehow more swollen than it was before, flushed a deep red and decorated with webs of thick fluids that made a mess in his thick hair and left his ass shiny and slippery with slick. His dick twitches with sensitivity in the cool air. He looks beautiful, and you smile.

Hands on your face tug you to face him. A few tears had escaped from his shining eyes and rolled down his temples. Other than that, his lips were spit slicked and his skin shone red with need.

He yanks you into a kiss, groaning deep into your mouth as he tastes his own arousal on your tongue. He licks along your teeth, then baits you to do the same by pulling away before sucking your tongue harshly. You moan and pull away, feeling his lips desperately trying to pull you back in. He stares at you with dark eyes and you grin. Your head cocks.

“Was that ok?” You ask with a smile.

He sucks his teeth then smiles slowly, “C’mere.”

You climb on top of him again, reaching to wrap an arm around his head to kiss him one more. Before you can, he flips you so you’re flat on your back on the couch and you feel the mess he left behind under your right hip. A big hand cups your chin and tilts your head to the side, exposing the column of your throat. He sinks his weight down, and his hot mouth starts lapping at your pulse point. His leg slots between yours and he forces your hips down.

He licks up to the sweet spot behind your ear and sucks a hickey there, biting harshly for a second before he retreating with an audible pop. Then, in the deep rough accented voice of his he purrs, “You were fuckin fantastic.”