This is my second try at writing a full short story. The story is based on my fantasies and on me, a trans gay guy in his 40s, 5'7, 150 lbs, short dark/graying hair. Muscular, hairy, but trimmed around the crotch. Five years of hormones has given me a 2 inch clit always hungry for a blowjob.
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He woke up from his afternoon nap with a hungry ass. With that pulsating craving, the absolute need to be filled, to be stretched, to be hooked upon someone's rock hard member. Toby let his hand run along his smooth chest and slightly hairy belly, reaching down for his junk. Wetness, hardness. He decided to not jerk off to instead build towards a hopefully later release.
He got out of bed and hit the shower, feeling the warm water caress his toned body. He was of average height, late 30s, and a strong body he was very pleased with. Many years on hormones combined with working out had accomplished a firm, muscular body and Toby was particularly satisfied with his muscled legs and hard butt. That, and the substantial growth of his clit, now well over two inches. His hand reached down again, stroking his hardening clit a few times while the other hand reached back toward the puckering, yearning asshole. He covered his finger in the flowing pussy juices and let a finger push inside, thinking about dicks, cocks, cum, jizz, all the hot stuff he wanted to feel deep in his ass. It took quite some determination to not cum right then and there, but Toby let his hands go back to soaping his body, rubbing a bit longer in the sensitive spots, moving on to rinsing and let the shower head run for a long while on his glans. He finally rinsed himself and all the juices from his pussy and got out of the shower. As he looked down he could see his dick clit standing erect, so ready for more.