Indescribable Need Pt. 03

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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"Ohhh my god" Everything is a sweaty, sticky mess. "Oh my God! Oh my God, I can't believe I just did this! Again! As if last time wasn't insane enough? How am I supposed to go out there? Like this? Covered in cum? Becca drove me here! What am I gonna do, climb into her car reeking of sex?" Riley's voice fills the small single use bathroom on the first floor of his old high school, voice grating against the higher octave it can no longer reach.

Both men stand awkwardly around the sink, trying to scrub cum stains off their pants and shirts. As the homecoming game ends, the parking lot and hallways flood with students and families. Neither man wants to get caught in the bathroom.

Already feeling on edge and drained yet electric from the craziest fuck of his life, John is dazed, going through the motions of cleaning up. Distantly, he thinks about how he didn't know it was physically possible for a man to cum without being touched. There's so much he didn't know even a week ago.

Riley, on the other hand, is flooded with anxious energy. Ever since John's softened cock finally slipped out of him, the man has not said a word. Riley had let John rest on the floor while he cleaned semen off the toilet and took a quick piss before sopping up the mess of body fluids running down his thighs. But now, John's silence is starting to get to him.

Brimming with nerves, Riley rattles on, "And these shitty paper towels, it's just making it more obvious. God, I had no idea dealing with semen would be such a pain in the ass." Eyes on his failing cleaning attempt, Riley doesn't notice as John's attention shifts to him, a soft expression of shock starting to form on the cis man's face. "And fuck, I'll need to buy more Plan B. Jeez, this what I get for fucking a guy who doesn't even like me!"

Pain deepens the furrow in John's brow, "You think I don't like you?" he interrupts. Riley pauses, having not intended to say quite so much out loud.

"Uhm, yeah. You've barely said a word to me." The younger man points out, almost sheepish.

"I know, I'm sorry. You deserve better, I'm just ashamed of myself." John says with devastating sincerity.

"Because I'm trans?" Riley snaps, immediately defensive. The sudden accusation startles the apologetic man.

"No! No of course not! Because you're nineteen! I never thou-"

"Excuse me?" Riley interjects, visibly baffled.

"I'm ashamed that I had sex with a teenager when I'm 24. I've always thought it's so inappropriate and believed I would never pursue anyone so young but you were just there and the need... " John's voice cracks a little, trailing off. He's staring hard at his hands, wallowing in the depths of his disappointment. Riley, touched by his genuine concern, believes him.

"I'm 21," Riley says softly.

"What?"

"Yeah, I've been 21 for a few months now. Been to bars and everything." A visible weight lifts off the gorgeous man's broad shoulders. A smile spreads across Riley's face in response.

"Thank GOD! Why your mother would say your 19 when you're not, I have no idea, but goodness gracious that is a relief! The non-stop fantasies about someone five years younger than me was making me sick to my stomach."

Riley's smile widens. "You fantasize about me?"

The room fills with immediate tension, a physical force as the two hold eye contact. Just as John's hand lifts towards Riley, a loud banging on the door surprises them both.

"OCCUPIED!" John hollers, his mouth in the shape of a laugh as joy bubbles out of him. His eyes meet Riley's again, all warm affection. "C'mon, I'll drive you home."

"Offering me a ride? Aren't you gonna buy me dinner first?" Riley says with a smirk.

"HA! Like we'd make it to dinner." John replies, radiantly happy.

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Managing to make it to John's car without incident, the couple decides to stop by the CVS for some necessary contraceptives. The drive over is surprisingly relaxed, the two men finding genuine gratification in each other's company, on top of having a fair amount in common since they went to the same high school.

The lighthearted atmosphere follows them through the drug store aisles, where they eventually find condoms. John squats down to scan through the options, looking over to Riley.

"Do you have a preference?" The young man's face is blank, lips parted and eyes a little unfocused. John straightens, touching Riley's jaw to draw his attention. A bolt of need hits them both. "Just looking at the condoms got you soaked, didn't it?"

Riley swallows hard and nods. John makes a quick assessment of the empty CVS and closes the distance between them.

Breathing into Riley's ear, he whispers, "If we weren't in a CVS, I would already be inside you." John's breath hot on his neck, everything in Riley is disappearing into his dick. He simply cannot care that the drug store is a public place, that it would be wrong to sink himself onto John's massive horse cock right here and now. A whine starts up in the back of his throat, he begins to fumble with the front of his jeans.

John grips Riley's hair, tugging the back of his head, forcing the boy to look up at him.

"If you're a good, quite boy, I'll give you something to clench down on." Riley is audibly panting now. "I said be quite!" John growls through gritted teeth, pulling Riley's back to his stomach and wrapping his hand around the boy's mouth from behind. Desperate beyond belief, Riley manages to muffle his moans as he grinds his ass back onto John's hardening bulge.

"Good boy," John says, stroking Riley's cheek with his thumb, "Now expose yourself." Despite the indescribable need consuming his body, humiliation burns through Riley. Even with the crazy horny brain of being on T for only a few months, pulling his dick out in public still seems inconceivable. Inappropriate. Demeaning. His boxers are soaked, clinging to his straining cock. John idly licks the shell of Riley's ear, all his inhibitions evaporate. Not moving fast enough, he shoves his jeans out of the way -- pink dick pointing down the aisle for anyone to see.

"That's my good boy," John purrs, rustling his jacket as he lets Riley languish, exposed. Using his free hand, John gives Riley a small plastic water bottle from the high school concession stands. "Hold this." Riley complies automatically, head empty, the air conditioning almost painfully cold on his wetness.

Wasting no time, John shimmies Riley's boxers down even farther, exposing the semen dried into his pubes. With his free hand, John gently takes the water bottle from Riley, dragging it along the bottom of the boy's wet dick, pushing up with enough pressure that once it comes to his dripping hole, the bottle cap easily slides inside. From the first touch, Riley bites down hard on John's hand, trying not to scream from the sensitivity as his eyes roll back in his head.

Still moving ever so slowly, John begins to push the water bottle into Riley, murmuring in his ear "You're wetter than any woman I've ever had." Riley's knees go liquid, needing John to hold him up, hole pumping around the bottle.

Once he hits resistance, John stops pushing, instead reaching to pull up Riley's boxers -- bottle half hanging out of his clenching cunt. Taking his hand away from Riley's mouth, John makes sure to twang the elastic band across the boy's t-dick as he pulls up the drenched boxers, doubling Riley over.

Buttoning the boy's jeans, John settles his hand firmly on Riley's ass, using his long middle fingers to rhythmically press the bottle deeper into Riley's hole as he propels the pair of them toward the pharmacy desk. Riley stumbling and trembling the entire way, head back in ecstasy, relishing how John puppets him through the public space. Just before rounding the corner, John lets go, pushing Riley ahead of him.

All the submissive boy can do is stare at John, uncomprehending.

"Go get your medicine," John instructs, using all his control to remain calm as his eyes drift down to the awkward lump in Riley's crotch, "And careful not to clench too hard, wouldn't want anyone to hear the plastic in your pants." Riley's face deepens a few shades, eyes begging, lips going a little shiny from his own drool, so lost in the domination all he can do is massage the squat bottle with his walls. For motivation, John gives him a swat on the ass and turns on his heel, walking away.

Suddenly stranded, a panic starts to rise in Riley's chest, giving him clarity as he takes in his situation. Looking towards the pharmacy, he sees that it's the same woman as earlier this week. Fuck, he looks like a whore, and with the bottle slipping deeper into him, he tries not to moan like one.

Focusing on taking one bow-legged step after another, Riley eventually makes his way to the counter. After agonizing minutes waiting for the pharmacist to get off the phone, he finally asks for the emergency contraceptive, picturing how John's cum is probably coating the bottle now wedged halfway inside him.

The pharmacist gives him a look over. "Sure thing, hon. You feeling okay?" Riley nods, reflexively squeezing on the bottle and wincing as he hears it crinkle. "Alright well, that will be 42.50 plus tax." She pauses, regarding him. Slimy cum creeps down his thigh. "There are laxatives in aisle three if you need them." Humiliation bolts Riley to the floor. She can tell just how full he is, even without knowing why.

The plastic crunches some more.

"Cash or card?" She prompts, still waiting for him.

Embarrassed beyond belief, Riley fumbles for the card in his pocket. Some small part of his brain is touched to realize that John slipped his card in there so Riley wouldn't have to pay, but the rest of him is just begging to get away, to get properly split open, to be released from this exhilarating agony.

Pill box in hand, Riley waddles back towards the condoms, spotting John all the way across the store, finishing up at the self-checkout. Abandoning all manners, Riley picks up the pace, letting his speed move the bottle inside him, spreading his hole obscenely wide over its squat form.

He's not being quiet anymore.

Halfway there, John turns to look at him, resplendent with desire, transcending humiliation into pure hunger. The naked need on John's face burns Riley alive, sending his cunt quaking, and without warning the bottle pops right out of him, cramming itself under his t-dick, grinding into his sensitive hardness.

John sees the lump move under Riley's jeans, leaving the boy gasping, obscenely humping his hand into his crotch, eyes rolling back. Commands forgotten, John rushes to Riley's side, holding him by the arms, getting them out of the store as fast as possible.

Before the doors can even close behind them, Riley's hand is in his pants, wildly working his dick. Barely holding onto any sense, John gets them to the car, opening the door and pushing Riley over the middle console -- elbows on the driver's seat, knees spread on the passenger's, stomach pressed into the center compartment.

Out of sight, John tears Riley's pants off, enraptured by the gaping, spasming hole in front of him. He slides in two fingers and Riley's entire body shudders, rocking back onto him in a frantic rhythm. Impulsively, he slides a third finger in, followed by a surprisingly easy fourth. Up on his knees, Riley rides the digits ferociously, moaning as they press into the space beyond his cervix, pin-pointing his pleasure.

Wailing, Riley cries "More, fuck I need more, fill me, stuff my fucking cunt!"

Momentarily intimidated by the idea of fisting someone for the first time in a CVS parking lot, John gets his dick out. Pulling Riley towards him, John flattens his fingers and begins to press his burning cockhead into Riley's packed hole.

"You're so fucking stretched, I'm gonna jerk myself off inside you." He growls in the boy's ear, intoxicated by this body molding itself to his every desire. He spits on Riley's face.

"OH MY GOD YES, YES, THANK YOU! HARDER, PLEASE FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" Riley is screaming as his entrance burns, stretching unbelievably wide, then John is taking him to the hilt, slotting into place deep inside Riley. Marveling for a moment at the bizarre sensation of pussy wrapped around fingers pressing into a dick, one thought burns into Riley's mind -- I'm his cocksleeve.

Instinct takes over, John thrusts savagely, his heavy balls crashing into Riley's dick, pressed down against the leather seat, forcing a squirting mess of convulsing orgasm, pussy squeezing down so tight he feels the old semen pouring out around John and then searing heat is hitting his insides, Riley is doing squats on John's dick and digits, grabbing his hand and holding it deeper inside him, everything dripping in squirt.

John feels his own ejaculation paint his fingers inside Riley, crying out, thrusting like crazy, biting down on the boy's neck in his ferocity. Free hand rubbing Riley's dick, sheathed fingers pressing his g spot, humping relentlessly into the boy even after he's spent, using his fingers to hold his deflated and aching cock inside as Riley clasps the mess of junk and hands tighter to him, now squeezing and releasing at a slowing pace, slumping down into the car seat, John laying on top of him, ass in the wind of the cool night, wondering how the hell they will ever stop fucking long enough to get home.

~ That's all for now :) Thanks for all the encouragement! I'm excited to see where I take this story next