Disclaimer: This is a forcemasc blog. there is nothing morally wrong with misgendering/detrans kink and that sort of thing I fully respect people and they’re abilities to enjoy things I do not but I am disappointed by how much of the horny content on here is detrans and misgen
This blog isn’t for everyone do not take the posts personally
For everyone else I’ll be your camp counselor and this camp is here to turn you boys into men. I’m a 21 y/o bi trans man and a dominant top. I love when boys beg to be used and fixed into real men
Also I’m new to this so be patient
Dni minors transphobes bigots zionists and cishet men
Imagine how good froting a suby little “fake boy” would be
Imagine how good it would feel to drag your tdick over his growing little cock, not too big since he’s only two months on T. Your swollen head being the same size as his whole cock. Grinding your cock against him as he moans and whines like a bitch, dipping into his wet hole. Imagine overstimulating his tiny dick and feeling it twitch against your grown cock.
It feels so good to finally be fucked like the man you are doesn’t it handsome?
I had an amazing dream about a 30 y/o trans man taking me under his wing
We went to Home Depot to buy stuff to do to yard work to toughen me up and make me a real man. And he protected me from being misgendered
And then he let me suck him off. I could taste the sweat from working and his cum it was heavily. He was so hairy too and I felt his rough hands through my hair while I choked on his fat tcock.
Fic I thought of when writing this. T4t mlm masc4masc this is my first fic so be nice
You guys met at a community gardening event and it’s not often that you meet men like you, let alone one so handsome. He was about 10 years older than you but that only made it better.
So now here you guys are at Home Depot buying fertilizer and seeds and such but the only thing you can think about is his fat tdick in your mouth
“Excuse me young lady”
“Oh um”- you meekly replied
“Whoa young lady? This is a young man you’re talking to” he buts in. He would never stand for your masculinity to not be noticed as he places his hand on your shoulder
“Oh I’m so sorry young man-“
It felt nice to have someone stand up for you and recognize your masculinity. You are a young man and you deserve to be recognized as such. Most importantly you’re his young man.
So you guys get your stuff and you load it all up and get in the truck when he puts his hand on your thigh. He uses his thumb to rub the tip of your tdick. You can’t help but let out a little moan and he knows exactly what he’s doing.
He starts to undo his paints and puts his other hand around you
“Think you could help me out here handsome” he says while pushing his folds out of the way so you can see his wet hard tcock throbbing. Your mouth starts to water just thinking about getting him in your mouth
You move into position and place your lips right at his tip but you can help but show your hesitation. “Don’t worry big guy, you know what to do” he says has he pats you on the shoulder and places his other hand on the back of your head. And before you realize he pushes your head down making you take his cubby tcock down to the base, filling your mouth. You can taste the sweat from his hard work and his cum. You hollow out your cheeks and give him a good suck. “Oh that’s good, your such a good boy” he starts to push your head back and forth on his tdick as cum and spit coat your chin. 
“Keep going buddy I’m almost there” he says in a whimper instead of his usual gruff voice. You can feel his tdick twitching on your tongue as he holds your head down on his tcock. He lets go of you and you slowly pull yourself off of him, dazed still swallowing his cum. He genuinely places his hand under your chin to tilt your head so your eyes meet. “See that wasn’t so bad was it handsome” you shake your head in agreement. He then gives you a sweet kiss that you just melt into. “Bleh you taste like cum” he laughs and pulls you up onto your seat. “Let’s clean you up” he softly wipes the mess from your face and ruffles your hair.
I had an amazing dream about a 30 y/o trans man taking me under his wing
We went to Home Depot to buy stuff to do to yard work to toughen me up and make me a real man. And he protected me from being misgendered
And then he let me suck him off. I could taste the sweat from working and his cum it was heavily. He was so hairy too and I felt his rough hands through my hair while I choked on his fat tcock.
Yeah you like that handsome? You like it when I tug on that fat pretty cock you grew. T made you so hung. you like it when I rub that spot, right under your tip. Oh you really like being rubbed there. Look at the way your cock twitches. Such a handsome cock. Now stay still so I can get you all in my mouth
coworker who doesn’t care that you’re trans. coworker who complements your new haircut with a ‘tight fade, bro!’ coworker who takes you to sports bars and buys you too many beers so that it’s not as awkward when you hug chest to chest as your team wins. coworker who takes you to play sports with the other guys, hard contact sports like rugby and football and wrestling, just so he can knock you to the ground and feel his weight on top of you. coworker who rolls you a blunt in his backyard and lights it while it hangs from your lips. coworker who shotguns smoke into your mouth after you tap out of the rotation because ‘c’mon big guy, a little more won’t kill you!’ coworker who invites you camping to ‘toughen you up!’ and ends up fucking you hard, facedown, in the dirt, leaves, and twigs before dragging you back into the tent to give you a proper blowjob because ‘all men wanna get their dick sucked, bro. it feels amazing, i’ll show you!’
when you initially agreed to go camping with your coworker, you didn’t think it would be so cold. it was only the beginning of september, but here you were, trembling in your sleep as the tent stood still in the calm night.
he knew how you identified, and when the topic had first arisen, he’d simply smiled and chuckled before knocking his shoulder into yours with a brief, ‘that’s cool, man.’ he never made you feel like anything other than one of the guys, taking any opportunity to ‘toughen you up’ as he liked to say. he’d slowly started inviting you out after work, first to sports bars, then to sports practice; you two were comfortable, friends even. and that’s how you ended up out here, camping under the stillness of the stars and cover of night.
‘hey,’ you heard him mumble from the other side of the tent, his voice startling you easily. you gasped involuntarily and he cleared his throat. ‘hey, that you?’ his voice was rough with sleep. you withheld your gasp this time.
‘yeah, what?’
‘you ‘kay? i can hear you over there shakin’. ‘
‘colder than i was expecting,’ you replied shortly, burying your face into the crook of your arm to warm the tip of your nose.
you heard him gruff beside you, shuffling inside his sleeping bag until he was turned on his side to face you. the moon shone through the mesh ceiling, illuminating a portion of his face; his eyes were closed, still somewhat asleep.
‘you can come over here,’ he said, and it was different from that charming, yet demanding way of his. this time his voice was soft and unsure, almost as if he was nervous.
you were sure that you didn’t mishear him, but still you hesitated. thoughts quickly raced through your head, aren’t i out here to toughen up?
‘i’m fine-‘ you started.
‘c’mon, bud,’ he interrupted, and this time his tone was more assertive, leaving little room for disagreement. like the tone he took when inviting you out to play football with the other guys at the rec center.
so, without further argument, you crawled closer beside him until the two of you were almost touching. you laid down on your back, eyes fixed to the branches above to keep them from wandering. the night was so still, not even a breath of wind to hide your unsteady breathing. you heard your coworker rustling beside you, and without speaking a word, he snaked his hand beneath your blanket and over your hip before dragging you closer. your back scraped along the ground, catching on twigs and rocks beneath the canvas floor, but the only sensation you could focus on was his warm hand pressed into your cold hip.
‘hey-‘ you started to protest with a wince, but were cut off with a quick shhh and pressure applied to where your flesh met.
‘you’re fuckin’ freezing, dude,’ he grunted with a slight shake of his head. you opened your mouth to deny the claim, but your body betrayed you with a shudder. ‘c’mere.‘
swiftly, and without another word, your coworker flipped you onto your side. he pulled you closer until your back was pressed entirely to his front and you could feel warm breaths puffing onto the nape of your neck. he tossed his sleeping bag - which you now realized had been unzipped - over your blanket and immediately you felt the heat engulf you. your shivering stopped and you let out a small sigh of relief, the tension leaving your body.
‘atta boy,’ he whispered against your skin. you felt yourself relax further into the warmth of his touch.
the comfort was enough for you to drift back asleep, only to be awoken by those same deft, calloused fingers digging into your hip and the feeling of something hot and hard pressing into your ass. you gasped in surprise, your hips jerking back involuntarily at the sensation. at first, you wondered if your coworker was still asleep. his breathing was measured and he was lying very still. it felt like crossing a line, so you shifted forward just slightly, but you heard him grumble behind you as he dragged you back towards him. this time his hips jerked forward and he groaned before you heard him whisper, ‘this okay?’
you inhaled shakily and couldn’t find your voice. he exhaled hard and moaned against you. ‘you can tell me to stop and i will,’ he said, and you knew it was true. but there was an underlying sweetness in his tone now, a quiet but desperate pleading that went straight to your dick. you could only moan in response, rocking your hips back into him and desperately clenching your thighs together.
‘oh,’ he exhaled again against the back of your neck. ‘but you like it, don’t you?’ he pressed his bulge into you. ‘you like this?’
‘i-i…’ you tried, voice cracking on the second attempt and you heard him laugh behind you, a slow, deep rumble that you could feel in your own chest. it was embarrassing every time, but it never felt like he was laughing at you. it was like he found it endearing, or at least you hoped.
‘yeah, i know, your body needs this,’ he crooned, nipping the back of your neck. ‘i remember being a boy. being so horned up all the time that a stiff breeze could take me out.’ he exhaled hard over the bitten skin. ‘i bet that’s how you feel right now, huh?’
your entire body convulsed, and for a moment, your coworker was afraid that he’d gone too far, too fast. an apology was forming on his lips, but was soon swallowed after hearing the soft, high whine that left your throat.
‘yes,’ you moaned fervently as you tried to control your breathing. no one had ever touched or spoken to you this way before you began transitioning, let alone after. you’d always been too nervous to try dating apps or the local gay bars; it’s easy to be fetishized and easier still to be rejected for being yourself. you figured that you could let yourself have tonight and deal with what may come in the morning.
‘i know, bud,’ he murmured, fingers skimming past your waist to slip beneath the band of your boxers. you grabbed his wrist frantically, stopping him before he could reach further.
‘wait,’ you gasped softly, and he did. ‘no one’s ever - i mean, i don’t have -‘
‘don’t have what?’ he asked softly before kissing the back of your neck. he started moving his hand lower again and you didn’t stop him, though you kept a tight grip on his wrist. he gripped you firmly over the front of your boxers, biting the back of your neck when he felt you shiver. ‘feels like you got a dick to me.’ he groped you hard and you couldn’t help but jerk up into the touch. it felt so good and you’d been more desperate than usual since taking your shot right before the trip; not your smartest move. ‘already big and hard for me.’ he took your length between his fingers and thumb, tugging slowly, causing you to release a shaky breath that you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. ‘you probably don’t even know what to do with this thing, do you?’ you shook your head no, hoping he could see enough in the dark; you didn’t trust your voice not to crack again. your coworker chuckled before replying, ‘of course not. but don’t worry,’ he paused to mouth at the nape of your neck again and you felt his lips turn up into a grin. ‘i’ll show you.’
before you could even attempt to think of a clever response, your coworker pushed you onto your back and shuffled over your legs to settle between them. he yanked your boxers down in one swift motion and you yelped as the cold air hit your warmest, most private parts.
‘woah,’ he whispered, almost reverently, as he gazed at your swollen cock, precum glistening from between your balls. he looked up at you, lips quirked into an astonished little grin and you could feel heat rising in your cheeks and chest. ‘you’re hung, dude.’
‘oh..?’ was all you could muster out before he’s ducking down to get his hot, wet mouth wrapped fully around your length, taking you all the way down to the base. you buck your hips up into his heat involuntarily and before you can breathe out an apology, he hollows out his cheeks and sucks hard, swirling his tongue around your head.
‘o-oh…’ you gasped, captivated by the dimly lit sight between your legs. your coworker caught your gaze and fixed you with a mischievous look before bobbing his head up and down on your dick.
‘ahh fuck,’ you moaned wantonly, pushing your hips up into your coworkers face, letting your legs fall further apart as he sucks you off. you began moaning in time with the pace he was going at, the soft little ah ah ah’s of pleasure building in volume until your coworker brought his hand down firmly over your mouth.
he popped off your dick with an obscene sound and whispered lowly, ‘better keep your voice down, bud. don’t wanna wake the neighbors.’ as if on cue, you heard a rustle and cough from the next campsite over, a stark reminder that you were outside and in public. not that you cared in the moment at all.
your chest was heaving and you felt dizzy with lust. he didn’t move his hand from over your mouth and you don’t think you’d trust yourself to speak if he did. so instead, you simply nodded, a few short and quick jerks of your head, and fixed the man between your legs with a desperate, wide eyed stare.
‘good boy,’ he said with a smirk before going back down to giving your cock the most delicious attention it’s ever received. you tried to keep watching - it was mesmerizing seeing the way your cock disappeared and reappeared from between your coworker’s lips, shiny with spit, as electric jolts of pleasure ran through your body. but before long, you collapsed onto your back, chest heaving with the effort of keeping silent, both hands clamped over your mouth to muffle the involuntary noises being pulled from you. your hips snapped forward, desperate and without rhythm as you felt the familiar coil of warmth gathering behind your little cock.
‘i’m gonna cum, dude,’ you whispered feverishly, your head lolling to the side as he relentlessly sucked you off. in your delirium, you weren’t sure if your coworker had heard your declaration, so you went to repeat yourself, but before you could finish the sentence, he took your cock down to the base in one motion and gagged.
‘oh fuck - !’ you tried so hard not to scream, but you couldn’t be sure how successful at that you actually were.
you knew that you were nowhere near big enough to trigger a gag reflex, yet your sweet, filthy coworker had humored you, showing you just how a man’s cock should be treated, and that’s what had pushed you over the edge. you grabbed at the man’s head between your legs, taking fistfuls of hair tightly in your hands as you pushed your dick down his throat as far as you would go, gasping and panting like a mutt in heat, rutting your hips forward as you chased your orgasm. you came for what felt like forever until you finally felt your dick pulse one last time before the sensations all became to much.
‘god, f-fuck me,’ you moaned, lowering your voice again and pushing weakly at your coworker’s head.
he pulled off your dick with an obscene pop, his lips and chin shining with your cum. ‘yeah, we can do that too, if you want,’ he said and you could see him grinning at you in the dark.
I HATE when I see other trans men being self deprecating about being trans. YOU ARE A MAN do you think cis men ever feel bad about not whipping their ass or not knowing where the clit is or what emotional intelligence is
Look at you, practically drooling looking at my crotch. Don’t think I haven’t seen you glancing at it all day while you do your exercises.
Well since you’ve been such a good boy I’ll let you suck me off. That’s it handsome use that tongue. Oh that’s good, you’re really learned how to handle tdick like a man.
I neeeeeeed more art of fat hairy trans men with long hair and big tits that don't pass. I need art of Trans men who are physically indistinguishable from cis women except they stopped giving a fuck about being feminine. His legs? Unshaven. His stomach? Round. His acne? Constant. His makeup? None. His fucks given? 0
And before this website gets on me for fetishization and transphobia there are two things to note.
