younger small man who just started his transition at gay club for first time worried that people won't respect him meets elder trans whos all fat and hairy and shows him how to get off in the bathroom
He was starting to think he shouldn’t have come, standing in the back with his back against the wall. All around him men are dancing, grinding and kissing on each other. But they don’t look like him. He’s got a choppy hair cut and a binder that doesn’t quite fit right. He doesn’t fit.
He’s about to leave when somebody leans against the wall next to him. A large man in jeans and no shirt, two clear scars going across his chest.
“What ya doin back here, kid? Don’t you want to dance?”
“I’m…I’m okay here.” He crosses his arms over his chest, a technique to try and hide what’s already wrapped and bonded down. “Why aren’t you out there? You look like you came to dance.”
The man laughs, his belly shaking as he does. He grins down at the boy, raising his drink to his lips.
“I don’t come here to dance with boys.”
He swallows. There’s something about the way he says it that feels more intense than it probably is. It’s just his mind playing tricks on him, making him think this bear of a man is looking at him with hungry eyes.
“Then…then what do you come here for?” He’s not sure why he asked. And the way the man downs his drink on three long gulps has him fidgeting in anticipation. He puts the empty cup down, and pushes off the wall.
“How brave are you feeling tonight, wall flower? You wanna come with me and see how much fun these places can really be?”
He should say no. He doesn’t know this guy. He should reject him politely and-
The man’s hand basically engulfs his as he leads him through the crowd, squeezing between sweaty bodies and stepping over abandoned alcohol containers. He doesn’t lead him out of the club, just farther back. Straight to the bathrooms. When he opens the door there’s a couple of boys smoking a joint.
“Come to kick us out, Teddy?” A boy with dyed red hair and a large septum laughs out. He’s sitting on the sink, hands wrapped around his ankles.
“Come on, Bear! Take your conquests elsewhere we’re getting high in here!” Another boy whines, this one a brunette with a mullet.
Teddy, as the red head had called him, just grunts and points towards the door.
“Move or I’ll move ya. Damn runts.” He grumbles out, making the boys laugh and stand. They hold their hands up as they usher past, whistling at the younger boy as they pass.
“Use protection!” One of them calls out, howling with laughter.
“So…is that your name? Teddy?” He’s asks slowly, unsure what they’re even doing in the bathroom.
“No. Not even close. Idiots call me bear names. Fuckin twinks, think they’re funny. But we won’t be interrupted in here.” He walks closer, backing him into a stall wall and grabbing his face in one large hand. “You ready for the real fun?” His voice is gruff and low, the complete opposite of his own.
“I’ve never…I mean…not with a stranger in a bathroom. I’m not…I’m just starting my transition so…” he felt self conscious. Like his hips and breasts were on full display even though he was fully clothed.
The bear in-front of him laughs.
“You’re adorable. What’s got you so worked up in all the wrong ways?”
He took on a deep breathe. His heart was beating out of his chest.
“Are you…are you trying fuck me as a boy? I know I don’t look it yet but I am a boy so if…if you’re trying to fuck a girl…”his voice started to break as he throat tightened up. He hated how easily he cried when he was embarassed.
“Oh fuck, kid.” The older man sighed heavily, making him feel even more embarrassed. He fully expected him to walk out, to find a better boy to try with. “You need to breathe, okay? I remember what it was like being you. Walking into gay clubs and feeling like I didn’t belong. Hooking up with people who didn’t see me as a man. But I’m not like them. I walked over to you cause I saw a pretty boy. You think I don’t know what a baby trans looks like? Fuck baby, I wanted to make you cum in this bathroom so you’d keep coming back. There is nothing hotter to me than watching you become the man you’re supposed to be and I can’t do that if you don’t come back here.”
His breath hitches in his throat. For a minute all he can hear is ringing in his ears. He wastes no time throwing himself at the bigger man, standing on his tip toes to wrap his arms around his neck and pull him into a sloppy kiss that’s full of teeth and tongue. His beard scratches against his bare face but he doesn’t mind it, it feels good.
“Need you to fuck me so bad. Show me how a man fucks another man.” He whines against his lips, making the other groan.
Big hands cup his ass, hoisting him against the sink. The man only pulls back to undo his jeans, dropping them down his hairy thighs and exposing his full bush and throbbing t dick. The pink head perks out from behind black curls, glistening and ready. It’s around 3 inches and he’s thinking that’s enough to fuck him with, isn’t it?
Those large hands are pulling at his jeans now, tugging them off his scrawny legs while he shifts and moves against the sink to help get them off. His cunt doesn’t look the same, his pubes more tamed and clit hidden behind his plush folds.
“Spread your legs, get em nice and wide for me.” The older man grunts, shoving his legs open and pressing himself close. He slides his tdick through his slippery folds, dipping it in and out of his hole and making more slick dribble out and down his ass. “God you’re fucking perfect. Look what you’re doing to me.”
Sure enough his own hairy thighs are soaked. One of his legs is hoisted over his arm as he pulls him closer, basically make him lay back on the sink while cunt is used. Their parts slide together, making them both gasp and moan. The bear humps his cunt hard, pressing their little dicks together and making sparkles appear in their vision.
“Fuck…fuck that feels so good please!!” He can’t help it, his hands are white knuckling the sink as he thrusts his hips upwards against the other man’s cunt. They’re sticky and sweet and loud. “Fuck me fuck me fuck meeeeee!!”
“Workin…on it, baby. God your cunt feels so good, so fucking wet for me. Just like a boy should be. Fucking take it, take my cock baby.”
When he cums he squirts, spraying across the other man’s stomach and making a mess all over the floor. Hes a panting heaving mess. And he’s basically jelly, brain completely gone as the other man continues to hump him roughly and chase his own release. The sounds of their wet skin smacking together echoes off the walls and when the other man cums he digs his nails into the boys hips. The bathroom reeks of sex.
They’re both out of breathe. The bigger man holds him like that, still connected by their wet cunts and his legs weakly wrapped around his thick frame while his back is pressed into the sink, faucet digging into his shoulder. His thumbs rubs smoothing circles into his hips now, trying to help his bottom come down from the high.
“That was fucking amazing baby. Absolutely amazing.”
“Yeah…can I know your name now?”
The other man grins, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“Come back tonight and I’ll tell you.”
