This story contains reluctance, coercion, transphobia, misogyny, detransition, misgendering, creampie, impregnation, blackmail, and nonconsensual filming as kinks. The author is a trans man. Please do not read this story if any of these things are triggering for you. Stay safe!
"God, I'm tired," groaned Cal, leaning back in his chair and stretching his muscular arms. His chest flexed through his shirt. You averted your eyes.
Mark did the same, though his frame was a lot leaner. "I wish I could just drop out of college, man. I'm sick of studying."
"Me too," you replied, twisting in your chair and wincing as your back cracked. "Let's take a break. Just fifteen minutes, then we can start on chapter 5."
"Sounds good," said Cal, getting out of his chair and falling onto your bed with a groan. Mark followed him, but sat on the ground, turning his eyes to you.
Wary, you watched as Mark's gaze dragged its way up from your legs to your wide hips, then to your large breasts still visible under the chest binder, then to your face. He exhaled. "I wish I had a girlfriend."
"...Why do you say that?"
"It's hard being a guy," Mark sighed. "Or, I guess, a cis guy. Don't know if you can relate, especially since you're still...you know. Not transitioning. We're a lot more...sexually driven. It's hard to take your mind off it sometimes."
"I kind of get that," you said, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. "I feel that way sometimes, but it's not as bad for me."
"Have you felt like that recently?" Cal said. "...Sexually frustrated?" He shifted around. It almost looked like his hips were grinding into the bed.
"A couple days ago," you said, feeling a dull ache deep inside you. "But I'm not sure today."
They both clicked their tongues. "Wish it had been today," Mark said. "Maybe we could've...blown off some steam. We still could."
"I don't want to --" you began.
Cal interjected. "I mean, I definitely feel like I need to blow off some steam. Otherwise I'm not gonna be able to focus at all, and then I'll bomb the midterm."
"Yeah, same," said Mark, eyeing you again.
"I..." you faltered. Obviously it wasn't your job to take care of their sexual desires. They were just your friends, after all, and you were a trans guy. They were both cis straight guys. How could that work?
But at the same time, what if they did both fail the midterm? You knew how distracting your libido could be. Sometimes you'd had to stop doing homework and rub one out so that you could focus. For them, it must've been so much worse, considering their natural sex drives.
Mark and Cal got up, Mark leaning over your chair. "Come on," he said. "Just do us a favor. I mean, we've been working so hard."
"So have I!" you protested, but Cal made a face.
"You know it's so much worse for us. And it's not like you've transitioned or anything, so there's no problem with that. I mean, pussy is pussy, right?" He grinned at Mark, and they both laughed.
As uncomfortable as you were, you felt that dull ache in your pelvis again. You did have a pussy. And right now, you could feel its slick lubrication soaking through your panties. Your nipples were probably hard too.
"But I..." you began. I don't want to. The words wouldn't come out. Was it because you were scared or because you didn't actually mean them?
"Come on, man. You have exactly what both of us need right now. Just let us fuck you a little bit. We'll pull out." Mark reached out and brushed your hair out of your face with one hand. "And then we can get back to studying for real."
They wouldn't give up, you realized. Not until you let them use your body. That was all they wanted right now.
But was that really so bad?
They don't see me as a man, your rational brain protested. They just see me as a tomboy with a pussy.
Well, you couldn't transition, so what could you do about that? It was only natural that they wanted to fuck you. You had big tits and a curvy waist and wide hips. Exactly what most straight men found incredibly attractive in a woman.
It couldn't be helped. You'd just let them use your pussy for a bit. They needed to, after all. "Okay, fine," you mumbled.
Mark and Cal grinned. "Thanks, man," Cal said. "I owe you one."
You started unbuttoning your pants. Mark made quick work of your flannel shirt, tossing it aside with ease. He reached down and grabbed your hips, then slid his hands upward, rolling up the tight material of your binder.
"Wait," you protested. "Do you have to take my binder off?"
"Isn't it dangerous to bind while doing physical activities?" Cal said. "You should take it off. You can put it back on after."
Silently, you lifted your arms and let Mark take your binder off you. Your large breasts bounced as they fell out. Sure enough, your nipples were hard.
