you met a trans guy recently. he invites you over to smoke. without thinking you say yes. you barely know each other but he seems really cool.
you're smoking in his room on his bed. you're a lot higher than him. it's a little embarrassing, how you start acting. wildly flailing your hands and talking loud. he doesn't seem to mind.
you ask for transition advice. he's just so masculine and confident. you talk about all sorts of things. little tips and tricks. how to fit in. all that.
body comes up. you're talking about his top surgery experience and then you realize "oh shit I'm still wearing my binder" it's definitely been over 8 hours
"you should just take it off. nothing I haven't seen before."
he has to help you get it off. you're sweating. you think he can probably tell. his hands are on your shoulders. you'll grab your deodorant later. he's so warm.
"oh nice, you could probably get away with only tape"
"really?
"yeah for sure. i have some still. hang on"
he leaves. you feel a little cold and awkward. you're just topless in his room. without him there you really start noticing the texture of the carpet for a while.
he comes back with a box eventually. throws some binders at you.
"here you can have these too"
"oh shit! these are nice too"
"yep I had taste"
the box is pretty big. you can't see what's in it. he chucks the tape at you too. leaves the box within reach.
starts pulling and prodding at you. its feels almost disconnected from you. like the opposite of a ghost limb. eventually you're just as flat as he is. just as flat as what feels natural.
without warning he starts tugging at your pants. you don't really process it. they're down. all his clothes are still on. your legs spread.
"wow I forgot how small some guy's dicks are. dont worry. I'll help you."
he pulls something else out of the box. you think you've seen one of those before. "this one I actually still use sometimes. here let me show you"
his hands go down. fuck okay. yeah why not. your head is still so fuzzy. and he feels so warm.
suction. whining. it feels weird. his mouth is really close to your ear. you're aware of how you need a haircut. it feels weird. it feels... really fucking good.
"shhhh don't you want to have a big dick like me?"
you sass him a little. the high makes you whiney.
"how am I supposed to know how big you are?"
"hm here"
he let's go of the pump. it stays attached. he pulls his pants to his knees. fuck. yeah it's big. impressively so. you find yourself leaning in with wide eyes.
"and you haven't gotten phallo or anything? damn!"
he slowly grabs your head. threads his fingers through your short hair. holds tight.
you look up. he looks down.
you're still fully naked. now kneeling in front of him with his pants around his legs. you can smell him. he's warm. he pushes you gently to the bed.
"let's see"
he kneels in front of you. flicks at the pump. you whine as it bounces. he smirks a little.
"shut up! I've never done this before!"
"what never had a big dick?"
he releases the suction. pulls it off. oh fuck.
it's not even close to his but it's there. you can see your dick even though youre laid back looking down. you've never been able to do that before.
he looks up. looks in your eyes. without breaking eye contact he crawls up on top of you. his graphic t shirt makes a swish sound against your taped chest. warm. his eyes are really bloodshot. it's cute how much his eyes turned red. you smile.
you both look down. his dick sits on top of yours. he shifts a little. you whine. he shifts again.
time start moving fast. you kiss him. he licks at your mouth. he doesn't stop moving his hips. you're really sensitive in a new way. his shirt is gone. and his mouth is back. you pause and push him up.
he looks a little hurt for a second until he notices where your eyes sit. you look at his chest reverently and reach out to touch. he leans in. kisses you again.
"have you ever sucked a guy's dick before?"
"nuh uh. only a girl's"
you're now sitting next to each other on the bed. both naked.
