One month on T [transgender] [FtM] [masturbation]

I had been watching his progress for weeks. I saw as his shoulders broadened, his calves thickened, and his forearms became ropey, with taut bands rippling under tight skin. I approach and look him in the eyes. Suddenly, the alienation snaps.

Hi. I’m Owen. I’ve been on T one month, and I recognize myself in the mirror.

Later, in the bathroom, I study my groin. My dick hangs down, visible even when I stand up straight. The folds of my foreskin obscure any hint of an opening. The head is only as big as a pencil eraser, but its size belies its incredible sensitivity. When I cross my legs, I risk losing touch with reality.

Hi. I’m Owen. I’ve been on T one month, and I have a cock.

I take my stroker out of its case. The soft elastomer clings to my fingers. I squeeze a blob of lube into the opening. I spread the skin around my cock aside, pushing it forward. The mouth of the stroker fits perfectly over my new growth.

Hi. I’m Owen, I’ve been on T one month, and I crave touch.

The suction of the stroker pulls my length in. Now I do lose touch with reality. I thrust in and out of the opening. Each thrust brings more blood, more heat, more fire to my cock. I feel righteous.

Hi. I’m Owen, I’ve been on T one month, and I don’t know how to stop.

I roll onto my back. I grab the bullet vibrator. I turn my attention to Rizzo Ford and her tattoos. My lips are raw from biting. I can’t decide if I’d rather be behind her with my cock up her ass or in front of her, letting her tongue pull me into her mouth.

Hi. I’m Owen, I’ve been on T one month, and I’ve never come so hard.

My chest jerks up and down. I stare at the ceiling, unblinking, in disbelief. The fluid between my fingers smells brackish, tastes of brine. It drips onto the sheets.

Hi. I’m Owen, I’ve been on T one month, and I sleep better than ever.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bais48/one_month_on_t_transgender_ftm_masturbation