Chapter Eight

Charlie

M y neck hurt, but despite the drinking, my head was clear. To my surprise, I slept so well through the night, I was still in the same position. Trent’s arms were around me, holding me as if I would escape or fall off the couch.

I blinked my eyes open against the sun streaming through the windows and bathing Trent’s profile in a warm glow. He was asleep, a small smile tugging his lips. What was he dreaming of?

“Charlie…” he mumbled.

“Good morning, Cupcake.” I kissed his cheek once, then one more time.

He made a sleepy smacking sound, then opened his eyes wide. “Charlie?” The surprise in his tone paired with the flail of his body, sent me crashing to the carpet.

“Ohmygod I’m sorry.” He scrambled to the ground and scooped me back up before I protested. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Let go of me.” I laughed as he was checking my body as if I’d break after falling a foot and a half.

“Sorry, I thought it was just another dream.”

“Stop apologizing for everything.” I playfully pushed him away. “You dreamed of me?”

“Oh, yeah.” He pursed his lips. “That’s creepy, isn’t it?”

I crossed my arms, stifling a grin. “Depends on what the dreams were about.”

“Let’s settle for creepy and leave it at that.”

“Come on, I’m kidding. I’m sure they’re not.”

The blush spreading on his cheeks as his eyes roamed my body gave me an idea about the content of his dreams. Why was his infatuation so hot?

Trent sat up, and his stomach grumbled. “I can make protein smoothies for breakfast.”

I grimaced. “I’ll stick to coffee.”

“Or eggs. I have eggs. I can drop you off after that if you’re busy today.” He put a hand on my forearm as he gave me one of his puppy-dog looks. He didn’t have to try so hard, I would have stayed anyway, but his attention and the way he was so considerate about where he touched me made me want to strip him naked even more.

I ran over my mental calendar. “Nope, not busy at all. Eggs sound fantastic.” I winked. “You can woo me with your breakfast, but I need to use the bathroom first.”

“I’ll be in the kitchen.” Trent touched my shoulder as he got up.

On some bizarre instinct, I snatched his hand and brought it to my lips. His gasp of surprise was nothing short of erotic and the morning wood at my eye level told me he was packing and ready to do more than kissing. New appreciation for sports shorts unlocked.

I excused myself to the bathroom that was as empty as the living room, with basic toiletries and a stack of clean towels. Fresh-faced and a gallon lighter, I followed the scent of food to the kitchen where Trent was frying eggs and crispy bacon sat on a plate on the counter.

“I wasn’t sure which you prefer, so I made scrambled and a few runny ones.”

Trent had the uncanny ability to unlock new fantasies in me, and I now added a cute man cooking me breakfast as to the list.

“Scrambled is great, thanks. You’re spoiling me.”

He grinned as he straightened his back and angled the pan. “Okay, tell me how much.” He handed me a plate and slid some egg onto it.

“That’s enough.” I added some bacon and propped my hip on the counter.

He scooped the rest for himself and mirrored my pose. His gaze darted to my plate then to his with a mountain of eggs on it. “You know how I was a chubby kid, right?”

I shrugged, my mouth full of the delicious breakfast. “I didn’t think so.”

“That made one of you.” He put his plate aside and sighed. “Well, anyway, I figured going to the gym would be the best way to burn my love for eating. With time, I got into creating workout routines and meal plans for myself, but then also for several friends. I even did a course on how to eat when working out, what has vitamins and protein and what is needed. My dad said it was a waste of money and my brother said I could learn that online for free. They were probably right.”

I stuffed the last bite of egg into my mouth and crossed my arms. “Did you like learning that stuff? Is it useful for you?”

“Oh yeah, I don’t watch what I eat that much, but I keep track of it to know how to balance it out in the gym and with healthy food.” He picked up a slide of bacon and gobbled it up.

“Then it was worth it. Did you have any particular plan when you decided to move to Boston?” I took two mugs from the drying rack and filled the coffee maker with water.

“That’s the thing. I don’t know. The construction work is a good workout but I don’t feel like I belong there and I’m not skilled enough to actually do anything but carry heavy shit and pass on MDF boards and nails, you know?” He sighed and handed me a bag of ground heaven. “I came here to find myself and right now I’m even more lost.”

“Because of the job?” I had a feeling it was not the biggest issue.

“How can I find a future for myself if I’m not sure who I am?”

“You’re Trent. Basketball lover, gym bunny, lollipop crusher extraordinaire.” I bumped him with my hip.

He snorted and leaned against the counter. “Yeah. The gym always let me use my excess energy. But I mean me. My hopes, dreams… my sexuality. I find myself wondering what it would feel like—” He took my hand and placed it on his chest. “To be with a man. With you. Just—” His low voice trembled.

His cheeks were aflame in the most adorable way. He’d look beautiful falling apart under me.

“To check? Experiment a little?” I splayed my fingers, feeling his heartbeat under my palm. No harm could come of this. Right?

He looked at my lips, and I nodded. “Yes.”

I expected the kiss, but not his big palms cupping my face and his soft lips against mine, sending sparks through me.

Floating on an energy field of our mutual excitement, I lost myself in Trent again. The moment was like plucking a guitar to find the melody that fit the lyrics vaguely flowing in my head until it all clicked together and the riff matched the meaning of the song. An electric feeling in my gut told me we should take the leap and see where we land.

Or we’d both regret our cowardice.

I held onto his hips, then let my hands drift to cup his pert ass. He moaned into my mouth and thrust against my touch. I needed him naked and arching on the bed from the pleasure I was ready to give him.

With a gasp, I pulled away. “How about I’ll help you shower?”

His big blue eyes were wide, and he looked at me as if I brought his favorite cake for his birthday.

“Yeah. I need your help.” With a grin, he skipped to the bathroom, pulling me behind him by the hand.

His giddiness was infectious, and I stood with a smile on my face and growing anticipation, watching him strip at record speed and step into the see-through stall.

He blushed so easily, but I was learning that sometimes it wasn’t from embarrassment. His cheeks were flushed, but he stood proud—back straight, hands on hips, cock hard and ready.

I’d been right—Trent was packing in girth and length—the ideal proportions to satisfy but not hurt. My mouth watered at the sight, my head spinning with ideas.

For now, I promised I’d help him wash.

I loved my body as it was now, but a twinge of apprehension lingered in me whenever I was about to undress in front of someone for the first time.

As I stepped out of my cargo pants, several guitar picks fell out of my pocket. I gathered them up and added my hoodie and t-shirt to the pile, exposing my flat chest with its faint, crescent scarring. My underwear came off next—with my packer in it. I dropped my boxers and laid the silicone on the countertop, and faced Trent.

The flaccid, realistic-looking cock drew Trent’s attention, and I watched his expression go from confused to intrigued as facts clicked into place. He hadn’t been with a trans man, but he wasn’t completely oblivious as to how anatomy worked, depending on how a person had chosen to transition.

“You can look at me.”

His gaze roamed from my face to my nipples, then glued to my bottom growth.

It was an inch long, but it was all mine. “Do you want to suck my cock?”

Trent’s eyes snapped up.

Did I cross a line? Was I moving too fast for him? This was a mistake.

Trent’s lips parted, and he nodded. His cock twitched and a drop of precum landed between his feet.

“I want you to say it.”

“Yes, I—” He swallowed, but was not shying away. “I’d love to suck your cock, Charlie.”

Oh God, this man will be the death of me.

“If you’ll be good and let me clean you, I’ll let you do it.”

“Thank you.” The eagerness in his steady tone told me he was ready for what I had in store for him.

The valleys of his abs were magnificent, flexing with his every breath as I traced them with my fingertips up to his pecs. Using the shower gel from the tiny shelf, I grazed my thumb over his nipple and he inhaled sharply.

“Some of this may be new to you, so if you want me to slow down, say yellow. Red is for stop. Does that make sense?” I caressed his hips as I looked up to see his expression. He licked his lips and nodded without an ounce of hesitation.

“Yeah. It’s what they used in the BDSM porn I’ve seen. You’ll let me know if something is off, too, right?” He linked his hands behind his back and lowered his gaze.

Oh, that’s the stuff he’d been watching…

“Of course.” My body was buzzing with the new knowledge in the face of a naked Trent. I had to be careful though. Willingness didn’t mean he was ready.

I lathered his chest and upper thighs, avoiding his cock that bounced up every few seconds. With a gentle grip, I played with his sac, looking up at his flushed face.

“Please.” His needy whisper broke through the sound of the falling water.

I let go of him and stepped back. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”

He moved so quickly, his feet slipped on the soapy floor, parting more, but he kept them in that position, showing off his pert ass. Damn, I could bounce a coin off it.

Edging myself as much as Trent, I washed his back, arms, and sides, then lathered his butt cheeks. Tentatively, I slid my hand down his crack. He flinched, then pushed his backside my way. His initial reaction was understandable for a person unused to being touched there by someone else. But clearly, he was more than willing to take a leap.

I traced his pucker with my finger, stopping to circle it gently. He didn’t move this time. Instead, he whimpered and widened his stance.

“That’s a tight hole. I’d love to fuck it.” I put pressure on the rim, feeling it give way.

“Oh God, Charlie, please.”

I kissed his shoulder blade. “Not yet. But you deserve your reward. Stand with your back to the wall and wait.”

He did. The rush of power at his beautiful compliance convinced me to take risks with him.

“Before we do anything, I want to say I was tested a few weeks ago and I’m good to go,” Trent said in a flurry of words. “I have the results on my phone, if you want to—”

I put a finger on his lips. “Thank you for telling me. I can’t give you anything either.”

With a quick peck to cheek, I reached for the shower gel and washed quickly, aware of Trent’s eyes on my body, the scars and tattoos. The lust in his expression was the most affirming gender care I could have dreamed of.

I took Trent’s hand and put it on my chest. “You can touch me, Cupcake.”

He towered over me, so much taller and bigger, but he didn’t loom. On the contrary, he looked at me for guidance.

“Wherever I want?”

“Yes. I’ll stop you if it’s something I don’t like.”

He nodded, his gaze full of wonder as he traced his fingertips over the guitar tattoo that spanned from my shoulder to my forearm. He then moved down my flat stomach to a thin trail of hair. I still remember how happy I’d been seeing body hair grow in new places after months on T.

“You’re so beautiful,” Trent said with such sincerity, I felt it in my heart.

His big hand rested on my hip as he bent over to kiss my clavicle. Then, to my surprise, he kneeled on the floor and looked up at me.

I nodded and his lips made contact with my nearly faded top surgery scars. Over the years of using creams, they didn’t look as angry as they’d initially had. They were now a reminder of my journey.

Trent kissed both of them, then down to my hip.

“You can suck my cock, Cupcake.”

I swallowed a yelp when he put my left leg over his shoulder and nuzzled my thigh. He prevented me from falling over by grabbing a handful of my ass.

“Tell me what to do.” His gaze was on my t-dick when he spoke.

I recall with vivid clarity my first months on T and how horny I’d been, how I had to come at least once a day or I’d burst. My libido hadn’t faded much since then, and Trent was making my t-dick hard.

“Gently suck and use your tongue around it.”

His lips made contact with my cock and the moan I released was my song praising Trent’s skill. I gripped his short hair and guided him while trying to keep the leg I was standing on from buckling. Damn, he had a talented mouth.

“That’s good, Cupcake. So fucking good.”

Trent held my thighs in the perfect balance of a strong and gentle grip, but he grazed his fingers under my cock, I flinched. Fuck, I thought I was ready.

“No. Don’t touch me there. That hole is off limits for now.” I liked anal, but the very idea of Trent touching my front hole brought feelings of dysphoria slamming back.

“I’m sorry.” He kissed my hip.

“It’s okay. I just need more time.” I cupped his face. “Show me your bedroom.” We could discuss more later, but right now, I wanted to enjoy the sexy bubble we were in.

We toweled off quickly, both of us ready for the next step. Trent made it as if he was about to lift me off my feet, but hesitated and reached out instead. I put my hand in his, and as he led us to the bedroom; it struck me that I wouldn’t mind if he’d carried me on my terms.

The bed took a third of his room, decked in white sheets and four pillows as if Trent was expecting to host an orgy. A dresser and a mirror propped against the wall completed the furniture set.

Various barbells littered the floor next to a duffel bag and a pink water bottle.

“Is this the famous bottle?” I picked it up, checking the girth in my hand.

“Gimme that.” Trent snatched it and put it on the nightstand. “Yes. But in the end, nothing happened between us, so you can stop being jealous.”

I snorted out a laugh and pushed him towards the bed. “Okay.”

He plopped on the edge, his blue eyes aimed at me like I held all the answers to questions neither of us had the courage to ask. “Will you tell me what to do? I want to be good for you.”

“Oh, Cupcake.” I stroked his cheek, the stubble sharp against my knuckles. He didn’t know what those words meant to me. If he had, would he still be so naturally submissive around me? “Lay on your back and spread your legs.”

He nodded and rolled over on the bed like a huge puppy, moving his big body with the litheness of an athlete. The way he unabashedly parted his thighs told me his frequent blushing was his body’s positive reaction, not him being embarrassed. His fat cock bounced to the left and my mouth watered at the sight. Trent would be a joy to play with.

I stood on the side of the bed and traced his abdomen with my fingertips. His time spent at the gym was clear in his physique.

“Wait.” Trent took my hand. “Will you let me suck you more? I promise I won’t touch your…”

“Front hole?” I supplied.

“Yes, unless you tell me to.”

“You can lick it on the outside, but don’t penetrate it.” I kissed him briefly, then straddled his face, holding onto the headboard.

He swirled his tongue and sucked, driving me wild within a minute. Pushing my fingers through his short hair, I held him in place as I rolled my hips.

Holy fuck, I was so close.

I took his hand off my thigh and licked his index finger, meeting his surprised gaze between my thighs.

Then I guided it to my ass. It went in to the first knuckle with a burn. But combined with his sucking, my orgasm built and I rode his face and finger, shattering above him.

“Trent, fuck. Ah!” I convulsed, letting the wave engulf me.

Still trembling, I slid down his body and lay on his chest. “So good,” I mumbled into the crook of his neck.

“Thank you. I nearly came myself from your moans and the taste of you.” The smug bastard was licking his lips, so I captured them in a kiss. He wrapped his arms around me, grinning.

I pulled away and straddled his hips, feeling his monster of a cock poke my asscheek. “You wanted to experiment. What did you have in mind?” I reached behind and stroked his balls.

Trent bit his lip, his gaze roaming over my body. The self-consciousness and dysphoria threatened to rear their ugly heads, but the absolute lust in Trent’s eyes helped me keep them at bay.

“What would you do to me if I was—” he frowned, contemplating his words or maybe looking for a phrase. “A bottom. And into ass play.”

The beauty in his honesty shot right into my heart. And I was willing to indulge his curiosity.

“I would play with your hole until you’d beg me to fill it. Then I’d milk you by massaging your prostate, listening to you moan.”

Trent parted his lips. “Make me moan, Charlie. Please.”

His small-town boy manners were a total turn-on.

“Hold on to the headboard.”