This story contains an encounter between a cisman and a transman. (It's also my first post.) Maybe I'll turn it into a series. If trans love is not your thing, don't read. Otherwise, enjoy!
CW: PIV sex, mentions of "hole" and "t-dick/t-cock"
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Joe's summer breaks were a welcome reprieve from the rigors of college. He'd usually take a summer job to gain experience and make some extra cash in addition to his custom furniture business.
On a particularly sunny day he decided to browse some newspaper ads for a part time gig. One jumped out at him right away.
"Ranch hand!" He excitedly whispered to himself, putting down his iced tea. He pulled out his phone quick and dialed the number.
Things worked out a a few days later he found himself pulling up to a nice property out in the countryside. A few pine trees separated the ranch house into a nice private area. Joe parked in the driveway, admiring the property.
The ranch owner strode out to meet Joe as he got out of his car, arm outstretched for a hand shake.
"Hi there, I'm Neil!" he said cheerfully.
Joe shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Neil, I'm Joe."
Neil motioned up the driveway. "Come on, I'll show you around, we got a lot of fun to get started on."
Joe admired the man's gray crew cut hair and green eyes, and the way his shirt hugged his muscular back and shoulders. They had previously discussed some basics about each other over the phone. Neil was an avid rock climber and mountain biker, and Joe was a big fan of backpacking. The connection was instant. Even after Joe revealed his trans identity, Neil was understanding and respectful, being gay himself.
To say the least, they ended up working very well together and got a lot of projects done around the ranch. They worked more like close buddies than the usual ranch boss and summer hand. It was after a couple weeks, while working on renovating the garage, that they both discovered they could be a lot closer than buddies.
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Joe leaned against the wall, facing it with his arms stretched overhead. He carefully tried to drill in the screw but the angle was preventing him from getting the drill bit seated properly.
"Damn, I should have brought the ladder, I don't want to strip the screw." He said.
Neil positioned himself right behind the shorter man and reached his arms up, grabbing the back of the drill and placing his other hand over Joe's.
Joe immediately felt heat creep up his neck and spread across his face. It was no secret after working together for a few weeks that the attraction between them was mutual.
"You just gotta give it a little more pressure. Like this-" Neil said while pressing the front of his body against Joe's back. "And don't worry about stripping, I've done plenty of that in my day." Neil said, chuckling to himself at the blatant innuendo.
Joe vividly imagined Neil winking as he said that.
His heart started to pound as their bodies remained close, much longer than was necessary. The screw must have been flush with the wall for at least 3 seconds before Neil slowly slid down from his tip toes, dragging his front side along Joe's back side.
Neil must have seen Joe blushing, because after grabbing another screw he patted Joe on the shoulder and laughed.
"Come on, I'll help you with the next one if you want." Neil said, desire clearly gushing from his tone.
"See the trick is," he started, softly nudging Joe to the side a bit, "if you don't have a ladder, you gotta work together."
Joe's heartbeat continued to run high as his stomach fluttered also. Neil was clearly doing this as an excuse for more body contact, and Joe didn't want it to stop.
The two positioned themselves against the wall, pretended that this was the best way to reach.
At the third screw, Joe felt a hardness press on the upper part of his butt. He knew exactly what it was and instinctively pushed back into it. Neil was caught off guard.
"Woah, hey there buddy, sorry about that, I was getting a bit carried away there. I guess you caught on to my excitement?"
Joe froze up. Should he say something? They both wanted something to happen right?
"Oh- I uh-" Joe stammered.
Neil backed away with the drill.
"Im sorry, it's just, you're a good looking guy, I'm living out here by myself, you know, it gets lonely. Don't feel pressured or anything to-"
Joe grabbed Neil's shoulder and kissed him with force and passion.
"I do want this." Joe said, almost breathless with excitement. He quickly backed up and waited for Neil's reaction.
Neil stood there wide eyed, as if he didn't think Joe pressing back against him meant anything.
Neil closed in on Joe, reaching his arms around the younger man. "I- I just never thought- well I've never been with anyone before and I didn't think it would happen after all these years." He said shyly, looking down at Joe's chest.
Joe smiled. "I do want this." He repeated, eyes closing and pulling Neil by the chin into another kiss.
Neil may not have had any experience kissing at all, but he made up for it in desire and fervor. The passion overcame his inexperience and the two men found themselves lost in a sensual, gentle, deep kiss.
Tongue over tongue, lip overtaking lip, and the exchange never seemed to repeat in the same way. Every movement felt new, like untamed wild lands. While their tongues danced, their limbs became further entangled and their footwork more chaotic until Neil slammed Joe up against the butcher block workbench. The tools inside the chests next to it clanged. Hands were roaming and finding their way into secret places. Their breathless and desperate entanglement briefly paused as they looked at each other, each in disbelief of the moment.
"I'm sorry-" Neil started.
"Don't be, like like it rough." Joe interrupted.
Joe's words lit a fire in Neil's stomach and his cock instantly rose to life. If it was hard before, now it was rock hard.
Joe wasn't without his own feelings. The deep kissing and constant pressure of Neil's body pressing into him roused the most primal desire he had ever felt. He desperately needed to be filled, to be bred, and thoroughly, utterly, fucked. His t-dick throbbed and his stomach burned with desire. The deep aching in his hole was almost unbearable. A sudden grip of hands on Joe's shirt shocked him in a delicious way. Neil yanked it up so hard it almost tore. There were no further words as Neil became animalistic, wrestling Joe's clothes off piece by piece in between kisses. The younger man was soon completely bare in the garage, the cool workbench against his lower back. Joe watched in wonder, tweaking his own nipples as Neil frantically undid his belt and jeans.
A monster of a cock spring free.
Joe's eyes bugged out. No sooner did Neil release his monster than he was back to pressing against Joe.
There was a sense of urgency and desperation as he guided his member to the sleek folds around Joe's hole. The tip rubbed up and down, brushing against Joe's t-cock a few times and spreading his juices a bit.
This wasn't slow and sensual anymore like the kissing. Neil was on a mission. Joe appreciated the force, but he wanted to slow things down a bit.
"Neil wait, don't you want me to-"
"Shut up." Neil ordered, covering Joe's mouth. His other arm wrapped around Joe's back as his cock found its target. Neil didn't even have to guide his cock at that point and pressed himself firmly against Joe's hole until he felt it give way. At once, Neil was balls deep inside Joe.
Joe melted in his arms right then and there. Neil's cock stretched him out more than any other person he'd been with. It was verging on painful, but the desire nulled any hints of pain there might have been. Neil's thrusting was timid at first, but quickly started to come faster and harder. Neil got the hang of it and found his rhythm. It was mouthwatering to Joe. Not too fast, not too slow, but deep, oh so deep. Neil sunk himself to the hilt with every inward thrust, and with every pull back out, his cock-head almost came out, but with incredible accuracy and timing, he would hit back home. This rhythm continued for who knows how long. The garage filled with lusty moans and heavy breathing. No words were needed to spur on the moment. This was pure, undiluted, primal, fucking. It was exactly what Joe's body needed. A hot, fantastical, unexpected fucking. It felt like forever, and as Joe finally became fully accustomed to the length and girth of his new lover, he found himself wanting a little more stimulation. His t-dick quivered with need. His hands that he didn't even realize were white knuckling the edge of the workbench migrated towards the action.
Neil was lost in his newfound state of pleasure. He unashamedly moaned and grunted as his hammered its way into Joe's heart.
Despite his bliss filled head floating to the clouds, he noticed a hand flicking around between him and the angel in front of him. He realized what Joe needed and wanted to give it to him. These new pleasures were better than any jack off session he'd ever had and he wanted to share the moment fully.
"Let me." He choked into Joe's ear.
