Old trans bear Robby who doesn’t think he’s desirable anymore and cis Dennis who literally cannot get enough of him.
“Fuck, Daddy, y’re so good, taste so good.” Dennis babbles, face buried in Robby’s cunt. He’s near tears, all his dreams in life coming true at once.
Robby hasn’t experienced this type of pleasure in years. Dennis’s mouth forms a beautiful suction around his tdick, hot and wet and utterly addicting. He buries his hands in Dennis’s curls, keeping him right where he wants him.
“Good boy, good fucking boy. You’re such an eager puppy, huh?” Dennis moans and bucks his hips into the mattress, and if he had a tail it would be wagging nonstop. Robby just chuckles at him. “My puppy.”
Dennis doesn’t stop eating him out, he couldn’t if he tried. He loves making Robby feel good, more than he likes feeling good himself. He could stare at Robby forever and never once get tired. The amount of times he’d jerked off to pictures of his Daddy was innumerable, Dennis couldn’t picture a hotter man. A good amount of meat on his bones, a big, soft, hairy belly. Pecs that were large and soft even after surgery. A thick beard and wrinkles that showed a full life.
“You’e humping the bed like a dog, huh?” Robby said gruffly. Dennis whined.
“‘M Daddy’s puppy. Daddy’s so hot, I want, I want it.” Dennis’s head feels fuzzy and full of cotton, his only goal in life being to find out how to live off of Robby’s cunt alone.
It was a strange learning curve for the older man, since he had grown so used to being passed over by young pretty boys like Dennis. Many a time he had bought a boy a drink only to have their faces scrunch up upon learning that not only is he trans, but he never got a phalloplasty. He had expected the same from Dennis, maybe even the “I’m not into women.” talk he had heard before. It didn’t make him dysphoric anymore, thankfully, but it did send a spark of anger through him. What he did not expect was for Dennis to cum in his pants as soon as he saw Robby’s naked body.
