His big hand rested on my hip as he bent over to kiss my clavicle. Then, to my surprise, he kneeled on the floor and looked up at me.
I nodded and his lips made contact with my nearly faded top surgery scars. Over the years of using creams, they didn’t look as angry as they’d initially had. They were now a reminder of my journey.
Trent kissed both of them, then down to my hip.
“You can suck my cock, Cupcake.”
I swallowed a yelp when he put my left leg over his shoulder and nuzzled my thigh. He prevented me from falling over by grabbing a handful of my ass.
“Tell me what to do.” His gaze was on my t-dick when he spoke.
I recall with vivid clarity my first months on T and how horny I’d been, how I had to come at least once a day or I’d burst. My libido hadn’t faded much since then, and Trent was making my t-dick hard.
“Gently suck and use your tongue around it.”
His lips made contact with my cock and the moan I released was my song praising Trent’s skill. I gripped his short hair and guided him while trying to keep the leg I was standing on from buckling. Damn, he had a talented mouth.
“That’s good, Cupcake. So fucking good.”
Trent held my thighs in the perfect balance of a strong and gentle grip, but he grazed his fingers under my cock, I flinched. Fuck, I thought I was ready.
“No. Don’t touch me there. That hole is off limits for now.” I liked anal, but the very idea of Trent touching my front hole brought feelings of dysphoria slamming back.
“I’m sorry.” He kissed my hip.
“It’s okay. I just need more time.” I cupped his face. “Show me your bedroom.” We could discuss more later, but right now, I wanted to enjoy the sexy bubble we were in.
We toweled off quickly, both of us ready for the next step. Trent made it as if he was about to lift me off my feet, but hesitated and reached out instead. I put my hand in his, and as he led us to the bedroom; it struck me that I wouldn’t mind if he’d carried me on my terms.
The bed took a third of his room, decked in white sheets and four pillows as if Trent was expecting to host an orgy. A dresserand a mirror propped against the wall completed the furniture set.
Various barbells littered the floor next to a duffel bag and a pink water bottle.
“Is this the famous bottle?” I picked it up, checking the girth in my hand.
“Gimme that.” Trent snatched it and put it on the nightstand. “Yes. But in the end, nothing happened between us, so you can stop being jealous.”
I snorted out a laugh and pushed him towards the bed. “Okay.”
He plopped on the edge, his blue eyes aimed at me like I held all the answers to questions neither of us had the courage to ask. “Will you tell me what to do? I want to be good for you.”
“Oh, Cupcake.” I stroked his cheek, the stubble sharp against my knuckles. He didn’t know what those words meant to me. If he had, would he still be so naturally submissive around me? “Lay on your back and spread your legs.”
He nodded and rolled over on the bed like a huge puppy, moving his big body with the litheness of an athlete. The way he unabashedly parted his thighs told me his frequent blushing was his body’s positive reaction, not him being embarrassed. His fat cock bounced to the left and my mouth watered at the sight. Trent would be a joy to play with.
I stood on the side of the bed and traced his abdomen with my fingertips. His time spent at the gym was clear in his physique.
“Wait.” Trent took my hand. “Will you let me suck you more? I promise I won’t touch your…”
“Front hole?” I supplied.
“Yes, unless you tell me to.”
“You can lick it on the outside, but don’t penetrate it.” I kissed him briefly, then straddled his face, holding onto the headboard.
He swirled his tongue and sucked, driving me wild within a minute. Pushing my fingers through his short hair, I held him in place as I rolled my hips.
Holy fuck, I was so close.
