Indescribable Need Pt. 02

This is a work of trans sexual fantasy, with mutual enthusiasm but without explicit discussions of consent. Though words like cunt, pussy, clit, womb, dick, and hole are used to describe the trans man's body, they are not intended to be read as feminizing. Just a heads up if that is not your thing.

~Horny reading!

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Late Thursday afternoon, John found himself staring at the ceiling of his living room, alternating between profound guilt and overwhelming horniness, when a Venmo notification dinged across his phone screen.

"Request for Payment: $45 -- Plan B from RileyBoyH"

The guilt and the horniness both won, immediately accepting the request, John pulls his now fully hard dick free of his sweatpants - violently hating himself for the entire 30 seconds it takes him to cum forcefully; ruining his pants and shirt in the process.

"Goddamnit" he mutters under his breath, "this is what you get for fucking a random college student with no protection, dumbass." Frustrated, overwhelmed, and disappointed in his failure to control himself yet again, John pushes up off the floor to run his soiled clothes through another unexpected wash cycle for the third time since Tuesday night.

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By Saturday evening, John is resolved to clean up his act emotionally. He'd spent the rest of the week tormented by memories of Riley' s hard dick and wet cunt, the sound of his grunts, the way his moaning voice would break. More importantly, he reprimanded himself, John couldn't excuse the way he basically made a wordless getaway once Riley's parents came back from their date night. He had left the 19-year-old to figure out contraception alone, not engaging in any of the finical or emotional support he always prided himself on providing all of his previous, though less spontaneous, partners (who had all been women) (God he was so wracked with guilt that he'd had no time to figure out what this meant for his sexuality) (because Fuck did he want Riley as a man and Fuck did he not deserve to pursue that boy).

It was clear Riley was not interested in getting to know anything about John. The Venmo meant he knew John's number but there had been no follow up text.

Trying not to spend any more nights pointlessly hoping for a text that would never come, John reached out to his buddies to see if anyone was up for something this weekend. Turns out his friend Mike, who John hadn't seen since celebrating his 25th, was now assistant coach of their old high school football team and tonight was the homecoming game. A bunch of their old teammates were pulling through and John should join them.

By 8pm, John found himself waiting in the concessions line just before the half-time rush. Glad for a busy evening filled with familiar friends and football, John had just finished placing an order for his second pizza when his phone buzzed. Thinking it would be a food or drink request from one of his friends, he pulls the iPhone from his jeans, freezing in place when he sees that an unknown number had sent him a photo.

All thoughts of friends and food knocked from his mind, John hurries behind the bleachers as he tries to type in his passcode, failing twice with shaky fingers. Could it be him? Making it to a secluded shadow, John finally opens the image, blood and the sound of a marching band roaring in his ears.

There was Riley. Sitting on a toilet, pants and boxers around his ankles, knees wide to give a clear view of his drooling pussy and angry little cock. John couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. He was trapped, immediately straining against his jeans.

In response to his read receipt, a typing bubble pops up. John almost cums right then and there.

The bubble goes away. A boisterous group of students walk past, cheering and covered in face paint. He starts moving, acutely aware that this was not the environment to cream his own jeans in.

Cutting a path back to the parking lot, John checks his phone again, not sure if he had hallucinated the photo burned into his mind's eye -- the short new hairs coming in at the very top of Riley's thigh, the way his dick was hard enough to pull free of what looks like foreskin. The single strand of cum hanging from his cunt, barely visible as it descends into the toilet bowl.

The photo was still there, as was the typing bubble. Barely able to walk now, a text appears.

"I left the door unlocked for you." John blinks, too hard to think.

What?

He looks at the image again and recognizes the bathroom floor. His knees go weak, suddenly needing the wall of the school for support. It was the single use bathroom on the first floor of the high school. In the green hall. If the doors to his right are open, it would be just around the corner. Riley would be just around the corner.

In a blink, the door to the bathroom opens silently for John, not remembering the walk (run?) here. Nothing in his brain works as he lays eyes on the beautiful boy spread open in front of him, face surprisingly bashful for the brazenness of his texts. John's body, a pure expression of desire, sinks gently to the floor in front of Riley.

"I didn't think you'd actually come" says the young man quietly, dark eyes shining.

"I need to taste you" John murmurs, hands trembling, hovering halfway between the two of them. Swallowing hard, Riley nods, reaching out to tangle his fingers in John's hair.

Soft as sin, John smooths his hands over Riley's medium dark skin, pulling the boy's thighs over his own shoulders to glide his nose from Riley's soaked taint, over his hole, to the tip of his dick.

Legs spasming from the electric touch, Riley watches, awe-struck, as John's eyes roll back at just the smell, utterly different from any woman he has been with but just as intoxicating. With confident, curious strokes, John's tongue explores Riley's dickcunt, using broad licks and pointed pressure to explore where his labia becomes his foreskin, the broad thickness and length of his cock hidden in pink folds, the scratch of his bush almost as thick and coarse as John's.

None of this brings Riley close to the orgasm that has been building since he saw John in the bleachers during the second quarter, but he almost doesn't care. The older man's tenderness and confidence makes Riley feel worshipped, powerful. He's summoned this virtual stranger with only a single photo, and now this man is on his knees and oh GOD, John had just pressed his tongue on the under side of Riley's dick, letting the spongey head snap against his bottom lip, causing the boy's hips to buck furiously.

He needs his dick sucked.

Now.

Pulling John's hair, locking the man's face between his thighs, Riley fucks himself into the warm, wet mouth presented before him, dick sliding along John's tongue, drenching his face in slick. Chin pressed into the (thankfully clean) rim of the toilet, John tightens his tongue as the throbbing cock takes his face, needing to feel Riley's dick hit the roof of his mouth.

"Finger fuck me, Jesus!" Riley commands, repeatedly slamming John's nose into his pubic bone, the look of rapture on the older man's face spurring Riley to thrust even faster. Without hesitation, one finger followed immediately by another enters him effortlessly, pressing powerfully into Riley's engorged g-spot with each thrust, causing cum to run down John's fingers and pool in his palm.

John has never been so utterly used before, fully dressed, on his knees in front of a toilet, about to jizz in his boxers from the drenched facefucking he was receiving. He knows he can never give up this feeling, of being a cocksleeve cumdump. As this groundbreaking realization hits him, Riley arches violently into a thrust, crushing John's skull into his pussy as a hot, forceful jet of ejaculate hit the roof of his mouth and then catches him across the side of his face, gathering in his eyelashes and hairline. Overcome, John's cock begins leaking uncontrollably, spunk cooling on his face, sending shivers of pleasure all the way to his dick. Paralyzed, John, waiting and leaking, continues to hold the now limp Riley.

After an age, the satiated boy begins to recover from his mindmelting orgasm; tilting his head towards the splattered and drooling man, a lazy grin spreading over his beautiful face.

"You would do anything I said right now, wouldn't you?" Riley asks, smirking as he slowly disentangles himself -- sitting upright on the toilet, legs still open but feet now on the ground. John shudders with the implication, feeling the profound truth of it.

He nods, almost imperceptibly.

Unable to resist the power of the moment, Riley shakes off the urge to reach out and tenderly touch the man, wanting to trace John's full bottom lip, to feel his kiss again. But with his legs and lips fully spread, dick still hard, his cum on a cis man's face - he feels indominable. He needs to see how far this really goes.

"Take your dick out for me" he orders, slightly impressed at the wet spot spreading on John's crotch. John springs free immediately, his painfully hard, 7 inch cock smacking him in the stomach, tremors coursing through his body.

"Man, you're basically wet for me." Riley says with more intensity than he intended, transfixed by the distended cock left twitching at only his words.

He looks John dead in the eye. A shiver runs up his spine, as he breathlessly commands the man, "Lick the toilet."

Semen splats across the underside of the bowel, John grunting and thrusting into the air, fucking nothing, spraying cum across Riley's legs and pussy and sweatshirt. Face twisting with ecstatic torment, the flow of cum already halted, John's body contorts in uncontrollable rhythm, cock spasming in aborted climax.

"Oh fuck!" Riley shouts, terrified. Sliding to his knees, grabbing John's face, "What can I do? I'll do anything -" he asks, breathless, but John is already pulling their hips tight together, furiously ramming into the boy's wet thighs, unthinking. Riley sinks himself onto the burning hardness, needing John close as possible, needing to take this raging, broken orgasm from him. Ropes of heat hit his core, John folding Riley's body into a mating press on the bathroom floor, virile cum pouring out of one man and into the other, mouths devouring, skin slapping, muscles clenching with animal need.

Impaled and completely filled, another explosion of searing heat hits the deepest places inside Riley, grasping desperately for John above him, getting some sticky toilet bowl instead.

The waves of release give John a sharp clarity, seeing the mounting orgasm in Riley even as his own overworked cock starts to soften. He grabs Riley firmly by the jaw, opening the boy's mouth and forcing their eyes to meet. Commanding Riley's gaze, John licks his own cold cum off the toilet next to his face, cunt quaking around him, he holds the load in his mouth, reaching down with his unoccupied hand to jerk the tiny cock grinding into his pelvis.

The moment Riley's orgasm breaks, Johns spits the white glob directly onto the boy's tongue. The sensation of the cold, coagulated cum sliding down into the back of Riley's throat sends him screaming into an oblivion of pleasure, undeniably dominated.

"I will do anything for you, but you will take everything I give you," John rasps into his ear, punctuating his certainty with a final few strokes before he slides himself out of the boy's gaping hole. "Now how do we get out of here?"

tbc :)