CW for genital terms for a trans man that include "cunt".
Arthur refers to his cl!toris as his "cock" and "prick". I'm a trans guy, and this is what felt the sexiest & most natural to me! π
Also: CW for some brief invasive personal questions Arthur recalls being asked before sex.
(I'm also an upstate NY trans guy, so I tried to flavor the backdrop accordingly.)
The exposition is very sweet and I'm quite proud of it, but if you're desperate to get to the horny part you can start at the π²π³π² icons. π
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It had been almost two weeks since Arthur had touched himself, and he was really starting to feel it.
Arthur was a 26 year-old trans guy who usually resided in NYC, but he had agreed to spend this spring break back at home. Right now he was upstate at his dad's house, nestled deep within the woods and uncomfortably far from any place that served coffee that didn't taste burned.
"We can always take the truck into town if ya get bored, okay?" His dad had assured him. But what was there to drive to, really? A diner, a gas station, maybe an antique store? Arthur had been raised here, and there was a reason he had wanted to leave home for college. (That, along with some local small-mindedness.)
But there was also something wonderfully soothing about the way the trees blanketed the land with quiet, so that only the chirping of insects and frogs could be heard at night.
That was one of the biggest things he had been missing ever since he started college - the deep, velvety quiet.
Arthur awoke one morning to find a note taped to his bathroom mirror. It said that his dad had gone into town for coffee with some old friends, but that he would be back around noon with donuts.
It was a sweet gesture, one that stirred a little warmth in his gut. Arthur had been sulking a bit for the last week or so - he was starting to miss his friends more and more as boredom settled in. But his dad had asked him to visit, and it seemed like he really wanted Arthur to be here - it felt like he had missed him, all alone out here.
Arthur had missed him too.
He decided then and there that he would try to be more present, that he would try harder to enjoy the weeks he had left with his dad before the break ended.
In the chaos of packing for spring break and trying not to miss his bus, Arthur had forgotten something that would've made the solitude (and his attitude) much better - his vibrator.
School was stressful, and relationships were complicated. But masturbation never needed to wade through a messy web of questions that Arthur needed to answer before he could feel safe and comfortable unclothed with anyone.
Are you comfortable doing it without your binder? What terms should I use to refer to your bits? I've never been with a guy without a dick before - is this still gay?
They were obviously good questions, but the complexities of his erotic encounters as a trans person were honestly just too tiring to get into sometimes. That, and the general gender dysphoria that came with being perceived naked.
His vibrator was simple, and quiet. His vibrator was there for him whenever he needed relief, no questions asked. His vibrator couldn't discern between a clit and a dick.
The times that felt the best to Arthur were the times where he would hold the shaft of the vibrator erect like a penis, with the vibrating head pressed against his most sensitive parts. In this position he could jerk the shaft like a real dick - an especially incredible sight to behold, with a blanket covering him. He could feel real pleasure while tricking his brain into thinking he was stroking his very own, very real penis.
Arthur's thoughts were getting him wet, and a hot tingle was starting to tease his groin. He had been like this for days, perpetually horny but unsatisfied by his easily-tiring hands and their inability to get him off. (Damn his art major and its demand on his hands...)
Arthur got dressed and stepped out into the woods, hoping that a brisk morning walk would clear his mind and calm him down.
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After walking for a good while, Arthur sat down on a fallen tree to sip some water. He marveled at how much louder the woods seemed once you were deep within them - little chirps and buzzes and bird calls seemed to come from every side. Arthur leaned back and inhaled deeply, practically able to taste the newly blooming wildflowers all around him.