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Aiden, a trans man, goes over to a cisgender rope top’s place, expecting B with a possible side of D. Shy and soft spoken, Will isn’t the total top Aiden imagined based on his online profile. Aiden will just have to make due.

Aiden went over to Will’s house. Will met him at the door and led him to the kitchen.

“Do you want any water?” Will asked.

“No thank you,” Aiden said. Will hesitated, then put the plastic cups back in the cupboard.

“Are you sure?” Will asked. He’d brought both cups out again.

“Fine,” Aiden said. Will took the plastic water pitcher out of the fridge. He filled the two plastic cups with chilled water.

“How many ice cubes?” Will asked, already at the fridge.

“I’ll have whatever you have,” Aiden said to Will. He watched Will put three ice cubes in each cup. Will handed one of them to Aiden. He drank some from it as Will put away the pitcher. The kitchen was dark and dated but the appliances looked nicer than the University Rentals Aiden usually saw. Aiden wondered if the owners regretted leaving the nice things for the future renters. The dark stone counters were clean. No glue and stick plastic veneers here. There was a bulletin board with various papers pinned to it. On a framed blackboard, chalk letters declared the kitchen to be closed. Maybe Will hadn’t lied exactly but definitely manipulated the truth to his benefit. A University student yes, but your mother can never be your roommate, you’re always living with her. Will guided Aiden down the dimly lit hall. The walls were empty–maybe this was a roommate situation. Will opened the first door on the right. He ushered Aiden inside. Will shut the door, walked past Aiden, and sat on the bed. He set the water on his bedside table.

“My roommates are out,” Will said to his hands.

Aiden sat down next to him. When it was clear that Will wasn’t going to make the first move, Aiden looked around the room for anything to break the ice.

“Is that the Britanic?” Aiden asked, pointing to a poster of an ocean liner. He hoped that Will wasn’t a fan of James Cameron and his films. Aiden hadn’t been a fan of the movie for decades. But from what he’d read of Will’s online profile, if Will was a fan then Aiden would do well to play along.

“No, it’s the Titanic.” Will smiled at him. “You like boats too?”

“Yeah,” Aiden said. “Titanic was my first.”

“It usually is,” Will said. “I did every school project I could on her.” He took Aiden’s water and set it on the bedside table. “What about you?”

Aiden smiled. “It’s one of those strange times in history. Everything is on the brink and no one knows it yet. A lot of people wish she’d survived out of reflex, right?”

Will nodded. “If they even think she can. Sometimes they act like she’s cursed.”

“But if you go beyond the romance of the maiden voyage, even if you assume she survives the War to End All Wars, it’s not the same world anymore,” Aiden said, finishing with a flourish.

“I don’t think that’s what people mean,” Will said.

“I know. They imagine the Titanic sailing into an endless Edwardian dream,” Aiden said.

“Is this where you pitch me your sci-fi novel?” Will asked.

“No but this is where my Gundam fanfiction begins,” Aiden said.

“Really?” Will asked, with telling interest.

“No, I can’t write good, I can draw, but I didn’t go to art school,” Aiden said. Everyone told him to save his money and get a useful degree. Now, Aiden was a bartender. He should’ve gone. He’d be in the same place he was now.

“People were always disappointed when I told them I wanted to be an engineer after I watched the movie,” Will said.

“Did they think you wanted to be an actor?” Aiden asked.

“Yeah, but as a boy into such a practical dream, people always thought I was a tortured artist. The more I denied it…” Will trailed off.

Aiden laughed. “The worse they imagined. Oh wow. So, how did you prove you weren’t a good artist?”

“They saw my stick figure,” Will said.

“And didn’t assume neo-primitivism?” Aiden asked.

“No. It was that bad,” Will said.

“Harsh,” Aiden said.

“You haven’t seen my stick figure,” Will said ruefully.

“True,” Aiden said. “So, how did you get into rope?”

“I had a samurai phase. This was the least embarrassing thing to come out of it,” Will admitted.

“Samurais were into bondage?”

“Not really; think of this like western handcuffs or stocks–perfectly normal in a proper dungeon but also perfectly normal in the proper historical context,” Will said with a confidence he had given no indication of possessing as of yet. “Sorry, I don’t mean to go on like that.” He looked down at his hands. Aiden’s eyes followed Will’s; the man had good strong hands.

“It’s alright,” Aiden said. “I never thought about it like that.”

“I’d like to have sex with you before I tie you up,” Will said shyly.

“Oh?” Aiden asked. He’d come for the rope and hoped for the dick. To be denied the former in favor of the later was strange, but gemlik escort not unwelcome.

“If you don’t mind, they say a good rope top’s rope is an extension of his hands, and I want to have an idea of what I’ll be putting my hands on,” Will said.

“No, I’d be happy to get fucked first,” Aiden said, smirking at the way Will blushed when Aiden wrapped his lips around the word ‘fucked.’ Rope top, indeed. Though if he wasn’t lying, an easy to embarrass rope top sounded almost too good to be true.

“Good,” Will said. “I want to fuck you.”

“When are you going to fuck me?” Aiden asked.

“As soon as you’re naked.”

Aiden got up, stood in front of Will, and unbuttoned his shirt slowly. Will stared at his fingers as he undid each button.

“Do you mind if I keep my shirt on?” Will asked with downcast eyes.

Aiden shrugged out of his shirt. “Sure, that’s fine by me.”

“Oh! Thank you, some people get weird about it,” Will said. Half-dressed, Aiden hesitated. From the way Will messaged he hadn’t seemed inexperienced, not necessarily experienced, but nothing like this. Aiden didn’t think he could make anyone this nervous. Plain before transition, he’d remained plain afterwards.

“Have you ever?” Aiden asked vaguely.

“This isn’t my maiden voyage, but I’ve never been with anyone like you before,” Will said.

“I’m a happy ship to sail,” Aiden said and instantly regretted it. He revealed he was a nerd while implying he was a slut.

“You’re cute,” Will said with a giggle. At least Will thought it was cute. It was probably a relief to get confirmation that your online hookup was a bit of an easy entry.

“Thank you,” Aiden said, taking off his underwear at the same time as his pants. He toed his canvas sneakers off. Aiden watched Will watch him step out of his pants. His eyes lingered on Aiden’s bare feet before darting away. Neither mentioned Aiden’s lack of socks.

“Can I touch you?” Will asked.

“Only if you take off your pants,” Aiden said gazing down at Will’s body. He couldn’t see anything to be shy about. But maybe that wasn’t the point. There were all sorts of things to hide besides fat. Will removed his pants faster than Aiden thought possible. He wore the ever dreaded whitey tighties. But Aiden was willing to overlook that decision. The white underwear were as pristine as the off-white sneakers Will wore. Will was also above average. But clean underwear was more important. Aiden stepped closer to Will. He waited for Will to touch him. He promised himself he wouldn’t read too much into where Will touched first. Maybe he’d just plunge his fingers deep inside of Aiden’s front hole. Aiden shivered. No one had done that to him except his ex-boyfriend Daiden. He’d been another trans boy and had given Aiden way too many kinks for polite society. Instead Will barely brushed him.

“Oh, you’re really into this,” Will said with surprise. He examined his gleaming fingers.

“Yes,” Aiden said. He’d barely felt Will’s touch but he could see himself on Will. It was thrilling.

“Everyone made it seem like it would be hard to tell,” Will said.

“Like I said, happy ship,” Aiden said. He moved closer. Will reached out to touch him. At the last second, he pulled back. Before Aiden could do anything more than register disappointment, Will’s face was where his hand had been, his nose nearly touching Aiden’s lower lips. It felt so exposing. His knees were literally weak. It was hard to watch himself be scrutinized like this, especially when Will could see Aiden’s reaction to observation. Will’s gaze was practically palpable. Aiden was afraid he would drip if he stayed upright too much longer.

“Can I get on the bed?” Aiden asked. Will hastened to make room, he scooted back at speed and nodded. He watched as Aiden climbed nakedly into position at the head of the bed. Aiden smirked before opening his legs. Will looked starstruck. He leaned in. Aiden arranged himself to his best advantage.

“You might want to take off your underwear now,” Aiden suggested. Will jerked back, then looked at Aiden’s face.

“Or I can’t continue?” he asked.

“No, because if you don’t do it now then when you do want to, you’ll trip getting up,” Aiden said.

“Oh, you some sort of esper?” Will asked.

“No, I saw it happen before. It was a really embarrassing ER trip.”

“Everyone assumed you’d lost something inside?” Will asked.

“Exactly. I got so many looks that night.”

“Well, I can’t argue with that.” Will got up and removed his white underwear with lightning speed. Will kept pulling at the hem of his shirt, so that it would cover more of his body. Aiden pretended he couldn’t notice. Back on the bed, Will admired Aiden’s naked body while covering most of his own. Aiden boldly looked Will in the eyes.

“Now, you can touch me,” Aiden said. Will looked deeply honored. This dynamic was new to Aiden, but Aiden was enjoying the attention. Will took his time deciding. Aiden shifted to spread his legs even altıparmak escort wider for Will’s viewing pleasure.

The first place Will touched properly was Aiden’s glistening lips. Outer lips, inner lips; he’d never been able to think of them as anything but lips.

“Your balls?” Will asked.

“Yes,” Aiden lied.

“They’re bifurcated.” Will traced a looping line around Aiden’s front hole. “Bifurcated balls.”

Aiden nodded. He’d have to remember that term. It was hard to remember anything when Will was methodically petting Aiden’s own slickness into his newly christened bifurcated balls. Aiden was about to say something when Will leaned in. Aiden leaned back as Will’s dexterous fingers explored his little cock and discovered it worked just like Will’s own. Will knew his way around a cock. His touch was firm and fluid. He knew how to scale down the motions just right. The sweet circular motions around his small cockhead felt glorious. He arched into the touch. It was just right–not too much, not too little. He let his legs fall wide open.

Aiden sighed happily when he felt Will realize that he could just dip his fingers into more of Aiden when he needed more lube. He kept up the exquisite sensations. Will’s fingers kept swirling around Aiden’s little cockhead, dipping shallowly into Aiden, before he returned to swirling until the growing friction was almost unbearable, then he would repeat the whole process all over again. Eventually that led to Will exploring between the folds, searching for the source of Aiden’s endless slick excitement. Aiden’s breath sped up. Most guys’ first fumblings were something to be endured in exchange for a quick pounding. But Will’s hands were surprisingly skilled. Aiden was glad he’d selected Will for tonight. This was a good decision. Will’s fingers stroked Aiden’s wet entrance gently. The soft motion was repetitive. It was driving Aiden crazy. Will came so close to penetration, only to gently back away. But now Will was looking at him expectantly.

“What?” Aiden asked. Had he missed something that Will said? Was he really that skilled so as to distract Aiden?

“May I?” Will asked, possibly for the second time, gesturing to Aiden’s exposed front hole.

“Oh yes, please familiarize yourself with the area,” Aiden said. “Ideally you’ll be putting something else in there soon.” He drew his legs up to give Will better access.

“If I’m lucky,” Will said softly.

“Oh, you’re not going to be having all the fun,” Aiden said. He canted his hips invitingly but Will was looking Aiden in the eye and missed the entrancing display.

“You enjoy bottoming?” Will asked. He looked surprised.

“Yes, I love it. You don’t?” Aiden asked.

“Not really,” Will admitted.

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” Aiden said. He made a happy noise when Will finally penetrated him shallowly with a single finger. One felt good but he needed more. He needed to be filled. But Will seemed determined to proceed slowly, no matter how Aiden tried to hurry him up.

“I’ve tried it before,” Will said, beginning to explore the inside of Aiden’s front hole. Aiden was happy to oblige. Maybe he should just lay back and let Will do whatever he liked to Aiden’s body. But when Will slipped a second finger inside, Aiden ground down trying to get more of Will’s fingers inside of his hot, wet hole. He moaned softly.

“Something you want?”

“More?”

“More what?”

“More fingers, please,” Aiden said.

“More fingers where?”

Aiden squirmed. It was one thing to want Will to try and shove his entire hand into him, and quite another to admit aloud that two fingers weren’t enough to get Aiden off. Still he tried to fuck himself on Will’s fingers. Will laughed.

“Tell me where, or I’ll take these two out,” Will threatened. He thrust in and briefly touched the patch inside of Aiden that could make him gush more cum than five cisgender men put together.

“Please put more fingers in my pussy,” Aiden said, then closed his eyes tight. Oh, he didn’t mean to say that horrid gendered term. But he couldn’t take the words back or how his pussy had clenched when Aiden said the word and again when he’d closed his eyes.

“Do you want to use a different term?”

Mutely, Aiden nodded.

Oh, it was fine to read about it. Sometimes he was even a little proud of it. But hearing his own voice say it. It was too much. It felt like denying everything he’d worked so hard to achieve with transition. The fact a cisgender man could feel how enthusiastically Aiden’s unfortunate orifice responded to the humiliation made everything worse.

“I’ve heard that some call it a bonus hole,” Will said kindly.

“My ex called his a frunk, or front truck, like an electric car’s extra trunk,” Aiden said.

“That’s, uh, kinda awful,” Will said. But he hadn’t removed his fingers. There was another ex, Ana, who would end sex the moment negative feelings appeared. Good to know that Will didn’t share that osmangazi escort particular quirk.

“So was he,” Aiden muttered darkly.

“Let’s not use that term then,” Will said. He thrust his two fingers in Aiden, surprising him a little. He let out a soft sound.

“Okay,” Aiden said. If Will would just put more inside of Aiden–he didn’t care what at this point, he just wanted more, more stretch, more prodding at his depths. The horrible thing was, the more Aiden got aroused the farther back that magical patch slipped, after the first touch it was forever out of reach. But with four fingers maybe the stretch would make up for the untouched depth.

“However, I am going to make you ask for it,” Will said.

“What?” Aiden asked, a little dazed. Will’s fingers were long enough to just barely touch his disappearing spot.

“Ask for it, ask for what you want, where you want it,” Will said slowly and carefully. He rotated his hand in a way that made Aiden desperate for more.

“I want your fingers in,” Aiden paused for thought. Maybe two would be enough? Oh, he didn’t want to name what lay between his legs. Naming it aloud to another person, even someone already knuckles deep inside of him, made him cringe away.

“In your what?” Will prompted.

All Aiden could think to call it was pussy.

“In, in my,” Aiden said. He hesitated. He couldn’t bring himself to say it. It felt like self destruction. In a few minutes, he might be desperate enough to do it. But now, he couldn’t do it.

“Be a good boy and say it,” Will said firmly. Aiden wanted to obey. He really did. But what to call it?

“Put your fingers in my… my,”

“Front hole, bonus hole, extra hole,” Will said.

“Extra hole,” Aiden said.

“Good because the next one was worse than your ex’s,” Will said.

“Nothing’s worse than that,” Aiden said confidently.

“I don’t want to be right, I want to have sex tonight,” Will said.

“If I’m good will you tell me after?” Aiden asked.

“If you’re a good boy. Now, where does the good little boy want me to put my fingers?”

“In my extra hole, sir,” Aiden begged. He whined and desperately tried to get more inside of him. Will pulled out his hand. Aiden felt emptiness inside his extra hole for a long moment. Then Will pushed in again. This time Aiden felt stretched. He happily arched his back. Everything felt so, so good. It felt like his nerves were singing.

That was before Will used his other hand to touch Aiden’s cocklet. Aiden moaned in satisfaction. He loved the doubled stimulation. With Will touching his cocklet, Aiden could move his hips without worrying about if he was arching out of reach.

“Oh yes, oh yes,” Aiden murmured before clenching hard on Will’s hand. He could feel the fingers (three? Maybe four!) move against him. They touched his yet unnamed patch, once, twice, then–

“Are you coming?” Will asked.

“Ye-es,” Aiden said. The orgasm hit him.

Aiden could feel his capricious bundle of nerves moving out of reach of Will’s fingertips with each pulse. It made the first orgasm less satisfying. But it couldn’t rob him of the blissful daze he was in now.

“Wow, that was–you’re amazing, I could feel everything,” Will said.

“Oh, thank you,” Aiden said vaguely.

“Are you good for me to continue?” Will asked.

Aiden smiled and stretched his legs wider. He rolled his hips. “Oh yes, please continue.”

“Really? That looked so intense,” Will said,

“Nope, I’m good to go.”

“You’re not totally wiped, you don’t need to recover?” Will asked, looking confused.

“No, it’s an extra bonus of, uh, me. If you get me to come once, I’m going to come more,” Aiden said.

“So you have a record?”

“Um, with a partner, about three more times after the first, solo, well,I tend to lose track of things like numbers but usually more than five,” Aiden admitted shyly. If Will didn’t hurry up, Aiden was going to drip all over his bed.

“Wow, so you’re really special?”

“I–I don’t know,” Aiden said. He’d only been with one other trans guy before and it ended extremely badly. There weren’t many orgasms there.

“I think you are,” Will said matter-of-factly. He pulled Aiden’s heavy-limbed body further down on the bed. There was now a pile of pillows between his head and the bed frame.

“Well, you said I’m the first,” Aiden said. Will smiled as he moved into position between Aiden’s spread legs.

“Not that way.” Then, “You’re a direct little thing.”

“I know what I want,” Aiden said. Will stroked his inner thigh. His hands were so gentle and kind.

“Lucky for me,” Will said. His voice was full of anticipation and pleasure. Maybe a little pride? Aiden wasn’t sure. He knew he liked it.

It didn’t take much to get Will to full attention.

“Do you want me to put on a condom?” Will asked.

“Oh, no, I forgot to bring one,” Aiden lied.

“It’s okay. I have some in my drawer,” Will offered politely.

“You don’t have to,” Aiden said quickly before Will could move away.

“Are you sure? It’s not too much of a mess?”

“I’d actually prefer it unwrapped, if that’s okay with you,” Aiden said. If that’s okay with you. Of all the stupid things to say.

“Really?”

Was it wishful thinking or did Will sound intrigued by this opportunity.

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