#t4m

You know those barracks bunnies? Hot, attractive women who sleep with just about everyone in the dorm. You seem to be the only exception.

Too scared to show your body to a stranger, even as you hear the other men ramble on about what a sweet night they had. Just about everyone in Task Force had an encounter with one except you. Finally, in a drunken haze, Johnny questioned you at the bar through hiccups.

"Ayy.. Pukesiee, why dae niver sleep wi thaim bunnies? Psst.. ye embarrasit, or somethin?" He mused, poking at you while nursing his near empty glass. Before he could order another, Ghost smacked him.

You rolled your eyes. "I'm gay, dumbass."

There was a moment of processing in his eyes before he managed to click the pieces. In his utter stupidity, he then uttered

"Well if ye wantit a suck, ye coud've says sae!" He stood up, pulling you back to the bathrooms. "A swear A'm guid, chost says sae!" He pleas, puffing out his chest proudly. Ghost flushes under his mask as Gaz closes in to question him on the subject out of earshot.

Soap dragged you into the men's bathroom, sinking down to his knees, nuzzling against your crotch.

"Come on, ye can use me, A can tak whatever ye have for me.." He slurred out, unzipping your pants with his teeth, clenching the metal between his upper and lower front. You suddenly squirmed, pushing him back, alarming him.

"Ahh, ye alricht..? A'm sorry, didnae mean ta hurt ye.." He looks so sad, so stupid beneath you. It's turning you on horribly, and he can see the front of your boxers tent up. It confuses him.

"Soap, I can't.. I.."

You get nervous forcing the words out as he repositioned himself, wanting badly to lick at the tap of your pre but not knowing what you wanted.

"Issit tha' ye dinnae want tae have sex? it's fine if ye dinnae, ye know.."

You shook your head immediately, stuttering over your words, stammering out apologies as you fanned your flushed face. Watching you squirm was clearly doing something to him, and it didn't seem you wanted to not do this, so he began suckling at your tip through your boxers.

You couldn't help the higher pitched moan from ringing out, gripping onto his mohawk as you shook your head, panting. You wanted this, you really did, it felt so good having such a strong man worship you stupidly.

He slipped down to suck on your balls before getting confused at your lack. He grabbed your boxers and yanked them down, revealing your twitching tdick, still throbbing and moist with his saliva.

He touched your cunt, trying to find your testicles in his hazy vision, brain fucked up from confusion and alcohol.

"Where.. where are they? Where's yer balls?" He looked so stupid and you couldn't help the giggle despite the forming coil in your stomach.

"I.. I'm trans, Johnny. I don't have any balls.."

He looked up at you, idly nuzzling into your cock so stupid.

"Ye ain't hav' any..?"

"No.. none. I'm.." You gently pulled him off you. "I'm sorry to have disappointed you or offended you. I.. I can't do this with you.." The aching dysphoric coil kept building in your stomach, making you want to run away and hide, maybe find an empty grave and blend in with the skeletons. This handsome man who was willing to get you off is probably disgusted with you, and the only reason he's not trying to kill you for deceiving him and his team is the fact that he's drunk.

As you begin to pull up your pants, he snatches your wrist.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait! Ye're tellin me ye dinnae want me tae suck yer cock is because ye dinnae feel man enouch?" He questioned you, and you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. You're honestly surprised he was able to recognize the situation in his drinking.

His hand slipped from you when you nodded, staring at you like you were dumber than he was.

"Ay, thon's juist plain stupid. Ye're stupid!" He pushes you back against the wall, pressing your warm cock against his cheek as he purrs. "Let me suck yer cock, ye oaf.."

He slips his plump lips over the tip of your cock, swirling his tongue around the tip and leaving a small kiss against the tip. His other hand slipped down to play with your pussy, two digits curling to locate your g-spot and placing pressure.

He began bobbing his head slowly, making sure to keep full eye contact with you through his cheeks hollowing and the obscene sounds his throat made re-enacting the role of a fleshlight for you. He purred when you covered your mouth, face flushed bright red as you gave in, rocking your hips back and forth through his mouth.

"Ye're such a guid man, doll. Coud pleasure ye aw day, niver get bored.., e'en if ma jaw hurt.."

As if to stand on the fact, he gripped your hips tightly, forcing his thick digits to scissor out your cunt, overstimulating your poor sensitive brain till you came all over his face.

Little brother who hid under their cool big brothers bed to scare them after school. Waiting for him to lay down before freaking him out.

Big brother who just got home and thinks he’s alone so he lays on his bed and begins to masterbate. Moaning out little brother’s name as he imagined taking him for himself. Not even knowing his little brother was right under him.

silly maverick!! এ