cis guy fucks FTM friend [Vanilla] [Cute] [Praise kink] [Embarrassment] [FTM4M]

This is a snippet from a longer piece of writing. Victor is a cis guy, Ben is a trans guy. In case of any confusion: in this story, I use both the words “dick” and “pussy” to reference Ben’s external and internal anatomy respectively.

Victor is lying back, head propped up slightly against the head of the bed. Ben is straddling his hips, and, he’s sure, blushing fire-engine red. His gaze travels from where Victor’s cock is lying, hard and fat, up the trail of dark hair on Victor’s belly; further, to his small brown nipples; further up, to his face— and Ben can’t do it; he covers his face with both hands and struggles to get a grip on his shyness.

“*Tell me what you want,*” Victor says. “Don’t— no, dude, stop covering your face. Let me see you.” He reaches up and draws Ben’s hands away, looking up into his flushing face. Victor’s eyes are wide, almost reverent. He’s looking at Ben as though Ben is something precious, as though he can’t bear not to look. “You’re so handsome, Ben. Start acting like it. Take what you want from me.”

Ben isn’t sure he could possibly blush any harder without passing out. “I,” he croaks, and clears his throat. “I want—” And oh, this is *so* not fair, because Victor has reached over and is stroking Ben’s painfully-hard dick with his callused fingers, eyes bright and intent. How is Ben supposed to string three words together under these conditions?

“Yeah? Tell me,” Victor says.

Ben lets his thighs open and spread further, lowering himself so he’s sitting flush against Ben, pussy and dick both pressed up against Victor’s shaft, which is lying thick and silky against Victor’s belly. He feels lightheaded. Goosebumps ripple across his skin. He rocks his hips back and forth, getting comfortable with the tingles radiating out from his dick, with the growing ache in his pussy.

“I want you to fuck me,” Ben says in a rush. “Show me how handsome you think I am.” He can hardly believe the words leaving his mouth.

Victor’s smile is soft and wide. “Anything for my boy,” he says, and as Ben lifts up again, he guides the head of his cock up until it slides past Ben’s erection and presses bluntly up against his wet opening. Oh, fuck yes. His cock-head feels broad, too broad; the stretch is intense as he slips it into Ben’s pussy, and Ben opens his mouth to say something, to tell him to slow down—

Victor keeps pushing, and Ben forgets what he was about to say. The sensation of that fat cock slowly filling him up is delicious, slick and silky skin against skin. Ben’s eyes roll back with how good it feels as Victor bottoms out, his balls pressed up against Ben’s ass.

“Christ, you love this,” Victor pants, eyes wide and almost incredulous, his dick grinding deep up inside Ben. “You’re so hard, Jesus, look at you—” He reaches out and pushes a thumb against Ben’s swollen dick. Ben gasps. He feels his pussy clench involuntarily around Victor’s cock, and Victor groans and thrusts his hips up again sharply. He grabs Ben’s hip with his other hand and starts fucking him in earnest, wet sounds filling the space between them as his balls slap Ben’s ass with every deep thrust.

Ben’s dick is slick and red and swollen between Victor’s fingers, and it twitches with every thrust of Victor’s dick, every clench of Ben’s pussy on the shaft. Ben’s whole body is tingling. It’s all he can do to meet Victor’s thrusts, riding him as he fucks mindlessly, up, up, into Ben’s soaking pussy.

“Such a good boy,” Victor says. “Such a good, handsome boy. You’re so tight for me, so wet—” It’s cliché, but Ben feels something inside him blossom at the praise.

“Yes,” he says, “fuck yes, Victor, I want your cock, it feels so good—”

“What does it feel like?”

Ben feels another wave of shyness grip him. “I—”

“Yeah? C’mon, talk to me.” Victor grabs both his hips and pulls him down, grinding his cock-head up against the back of Ben’s pussy. Ben’s eyes roll back again for a moment. “Filling me up,” he gasps. “You feel big— thick— stretching me out— makes me wanna cum—”

“Fuck, fuck yes.” He starts fucking Ben with short little nudges, never pulling all the way out, just letting his cock fill Ben up as deep as he could go. He returns his thumb to Ben’s dick, pressing down. “You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? I can feel it. I can feel you getting tighter, c’mon, I wanna feel you cum all over me.”

Ben feels a heat start expanding deep inside of him. The tingling in his body intensifies. Victor keeps fucking him, talking nonsense about how good Ben feels, about what a sweet boy he is, and Ben cums in long, hard pulses, his pussy clenching tightly around Victor’s cock over and over and over, white-hot pleasure spilling through his veins. It feels like it’s going to go on forever, intensifying as Victor fucks him through it, pressing in deep and running his hands over Ben’s belly, up his chest, thumbing over his scars, stroking up to his shoulders and back down.

When it’s finally over, Ben sags forward and plants his hands on either side of Victor’s head. “Fuck,” he says, and starts laughing.

Victor starts giggling too. “What’s so funny?”

“No, I just— that felt really good.”

“Oh, I could tell.”

“Fuck you,” Ben says, still laughing.

“Well, if you insist,” Victor says, and thrusts upwards again. Ben’s laughter cuts off with a gasp. In a lightning-quick motion, Victor flips them over and starts fucking Ben in earnest.

Ben’s moans fill the air. The rough, masculine sound of his own voice sends a thrill down his spine. “That’s my boy,” Victor murmurs, nuzzling at the side of Ben’s face, kissing his stubble. “Let me hear you.” So he does.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/lx6ysn/cis_guy_fucks_ftm_friend_vanilla_cute_praise_kink