Who: Scootaloo What: Masturbation of the genderly awkward kind. Educational as well. When: March 15 Where: His bedroom Rating: NC-17 for stated. Status: Complete!
Scoot kept the phone next to him waiting for her to respond, in the mean time he’d shut and locked his door, and put on a bit of music just to cover because of all rooms he got he was put in the one that didn’t have sound proof. It was time to try things out.
He reached down to just rub at it, pushing it gently against where his clit would be, sensitive as it was from the starting of pumping and the engorging from the T he was on. He moaned under his breath when he got it right, and closed his eyes to imagine he was actually groping a dick and not a piece of silicon and plastic.
Gritting his teeth, he moved his jeans down to his thighs, enjoying the fact there was so much more hair than before, the dysphoria lessened by this. Sure he wouldn’t keep it that hairy, but the hair was nice and manly in his eyes. He continued rubbing and rocking his hips up to brush it rougher against his clit and had to bite his lip to keep the groan lower.
He pulled the end if it out through the boxers, mostly to keep the illusion of it being his and not being strapped against him. Reaching over, he grabbed the phone again to see if she responded and sent them or not. He grabbed lube as well and put some on his right hand, glad he could text with his left hand still and lubed up the packer.
Sure it was more flaccid than one used for play like this, but it would do the trick until. It still felt real, passed the gay test and everything. So he watched for just a few seconds before tipping his head back and starting to try and find the right angle where he could feel it brush firmly against his clit, while still getting the sensation of stroking off.
Seeing two messages instead of the usual single made his heart jump and he unconsciously stroked a bit faster, finding a perfect speed and angle to make him moan louder. The moment he opened the picture his eyes rolled back and he turned slightly on his side and just stared. The speed and firmness increased, pushing the base rougher against his clit and he had to bite down at the pillow to keep from growling out because goddamn.
He shuddered and held the phone a little closer, jerking it roughly back and tried not to get too loud, moaning low and gasping. He sent a quick text… And when she sends the next one, her folds covered by thin panties he shuddered and came right then and there with a growl and biting into the pillow. He leaned back, dropping his hand to the side and tried to catch his breath and his focus. Holy fucking hell that woman…
He took some extra of the cloudy coloured the lube used and put it onto the head of the packer to look as if he’d made a mess and sent a picture to her, him holding onto it as best he could. Soon as it sent, he cleaned it off and tucked things back inside and slowly began to pass out as things went on with continuing to text her.