“Me too. Only you and I can decide what feels too fast and what feels right. Right now, I want to see you and get off together. Okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” I murmur, clicking a few buttons that will turn our voice call into a video call. The picture connects only a moment later, Rodney’s face showing up on my screen.
Fuck.
Rodney looks so fucking hot. He’s sitting back in his computer chair, his thighs spread like he was just palming himself through his pants. His cheeks are red, his eyes glassy, and his hair is a mess, like he can’t stop running his hands through the strands.
“I really wanna start barking right now but I’m holding it in,” Rodney says, leaning forward to better look at me on the screen. “Fuck, Gayle. Do you haveanyidea how hot you are? I wanna get on my knees between your legs so badly it’s making methrobjust to think about.”
I groan, pushing my hand against my dick. Then, feeling bold, I open my thighs. “I would love that. You’d look so good for me, wouldn’t you?”
Rodney almost chokes on his own saliva, his eyes widening. “Fuck. Can I touch myself? Is that okay? Please say that’s okay, Gayle. I’m dying over here.”
“Take your shirt off first.”
“Only if you do too.”
Instead of answering, I set my headphones down in order to pull my shirt off, tossing it behind me. I run my hands down my chest, down to my belly. My fingers stop at the waistband of my jeans. His eyes are glued to my body, taking in my chest and the tattoo that spans across it, covering my top surgery scars. I smile when I notice we have the same type of top surgery scars, both of us forgoing nipples when we had it done. We match.
I love that.
“I’m taking my pants off too. Fuck it,” Rodney says, shimmying out of his pajama pants, leaving himself in just his boxers. I unzip my jeans, pulling them open but keeping them on for now.
“You look incredible,” I tell him, watching as a shiver runs down his spine. Gods, if my praise makes him react like that, I’m never going to stop showering him with it. “So good, Rodney. How do you like to touch yourself?”
Rodney groans and the sound makes me throb hard against my palm. I watch as Rodney presses his palm between his legs, pressing the heel of his hand against his dick.
“I love being touched,” Rodney says softly, his voice strained. “I know every trans guy is different but I like what I have going on. I like playing with my dick. I like touching my front hole. I like it all. Just don’t call it anything feminine.”
“Got it,” I say softly, watching as he humps his own hand. That’s so fucking hot.
“I hope this isn’t too weird but I did some research online about your anatomy. You’ll tell me what you like and don’t like, yeah?”
I nod my head. With red cheeks, I pull my jeans and boxers down. Then I scoot my chair back so the camera hits my torso and groin, showing off my cock for Rodney.
“Fuck,” he says, the noise punched out of him. “Fuck. Fuck.Fuck, Gayle. Holy shit. Your cock is so fucking perfect,” he says with a groan of pleasure. “I want that inside me likeyesterday. I’m so jealous and so turned on at the same time.”
“I like my cock touched,” I tell him, my voice shaking. I wrap my palm around myself, slowly stroking my dick. Then I let my fingers wander down the shaft until I touch either side of my sheath, pressing my fingers just barely into it.
Being an ftm alpha means I have a cock that sits within a sheath when I’m not aroused or in rut. I’m not as big as a cis male alpha but my cock is still long and thick with a knot at the base when I come.
My breath stutters in my chest, a gasp escaping. “The sheath is very sensitive. My testicles are inside my body so you can’t see them. I have a front hole under that but I pretend it’s not there and don’t want it to be brought up or touched.”
“Understood,” Rodney says, nodding his head. “Gods, keep touching yourself. I could come just like this.”
“I want to see you. Please, Rodney?”
“Fuck yes,” he says, shimmying out of his boxers. Rodney places his foot on the desk, spreading himself wide for me to see.
“Jesus Christ,” I hiss out, my breath stolen from me at the wanton display. I wish I could press my face against the screen just so I could take all of him in. Rodney is so gorgeous. My hand tightens around the base of my cock where my knot will pop. “Rodney!”
Rodney’s tdick is hard and pink, standing up stiff and proud, surrounded by silver hair. I’ve never been someone who had a preference for what someone does with their pubic hair but suddenly, I’m a little in love with Rodney’s bush. I want to pressmy face against his groin and breathe him in, right at the source. Below his dick, he’s glistening with slick. My mouth waters.
“You like what you see?”
“Yes,” I say, stroking myself a little faster. “Gods, Rodney. You look so fucking good. I want to get my mouth on you so badly. Would you like that?”
“Gods, yes. I’d love to sit on your face and ride your tongue.”
