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The party 🔥

I strode over to the table holding the drinks,my tight black jeans clinging to my hips like glue.

I grabbed a Solo cup, pouring vodka into it. I needed this,not as a distraction but merely for fun.

Life has been a bit rough since the beginning of senior year,my boyfriend broke up with me,and I got fired! It's not the worst,but it still sucks ass.

Speaking of ass...

I felt my eyes trail down to a fine new guys ass, swaying slightly as he danced with one of his friends.

"Oooh, David has a crush ~" my best friend Austin appeared beside me, downing a thick shot of whiskey.

"Shut up, I do not. But I would like a good lay from him.." I sipped my drink,the burning liquid cascading down my throat.

"Go for it bro! You've literally got guys drooling over you,you can get whoever you want." Austin clapped my shoulder reassuringly.

I nodded, finishing my drink and throwing away the cup, drunken confidence coursing through my veins.

"Hey, pretty boy." I tapped his shoulder, getting his attention rather quickly.

"Oh,it's you. What?" He looked slightly disappointed for some reason...

"Nothing,I was just wondering what a fine piece of ass like you was doing downstairs. Shouldn't you be somewhere better? Maybe like upstairs,in a bedroom, with me~?" I drew a finger across his jaw, his face flushing red.

"What kind of guy do you take me for,hot stuff?" He flirted back -I think?

"A hot one, that needs some fun tonight." I smirked, glancing twords the stairs.

"Damn right. C'mon,I know a good spot." He grabbed my arm, leading me outside. Wait what - why outside!?

I continued to drag behind him as he lead me twords a treehouse in a thick forest.

"Damn, for a new guy, you know good hookup spots." I panted, slightly out of breath from walking so fast.

"Who says I'm knew? I used to live here for a while with my mom,then she got married,then they divorced so we moved back here. I guess, technically,I am new,but not really." He confessed, helping me up the ladder.

Once we were inside, we were met with a rather study floor,a small couch with various liquids on it that I didn't want to touch on it,a rug, and a rather small set of drawers. I,of course, knew what was in them, mostly because I'm usually the one who maintains the place.

He immediately grabbed the scruff of my shirt, pulling me into a deep kiss. I sat down, pulling him into my lap before flipping us over so I was topping.

His lips were sweet,a thin layer of cherry chapstick coating them,it was almost addicting, drawing me back in for more.

My tongue felt around his mouth, leaving no crevice untouched.

He wrapped his legs around my hips, draping his arms around my neck and pulling himself up to deepen the kiss.

We broke apart for air, reconnecting quickly and even more passionate than before.

I started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his chest with two scars under each of his pecs.

"You're trans? Nice, one of my best friends is trans. Are you still comfortable with this?" I gasped, needing air quickly so I wouldn't seem like a pussy in front of an incredibly hot guy. Apparently my brain decides that breathing heavily is embarrassing...

"Yeah,of course I'm comfortable with it. Just know,I haven't had bottom surgery yet. I'd still like it the other way though,if that's okay with you." He opened his eyes to look at me, looking slightly anxious.

"That's fine, you mean from the back right? Just wanna be sure." I confirmed, not wanting to hurt him in any way. Well, except for the pain in his legs tomorrow..

"Yeah." He blushed, propping himself up on his hands. I pushed him back down gently, connecting my lips with his neck to leave faint hickeys down it.

He whined softly, arching his back slightly as I felt up and down his thighs.

I placed gentle kisses along his scars, continuing to kiss,suck,and bite all the way down his stomach and torso until I reached the hem of his ripped jeans.

I looked up at him, making sure he was alright with this.

He nodded, gripping my shoulders slightly.

I discarded the jeans onto the floor near the couch,not really caring at the moment where they went.

I removed my shirt, along with my pants. I fished in my pocket for a condom, finding it rather quickly.

I took off my boxers, slipping it on. I took off his as well, admiring the work of art below me.

His face flushed red, eyes looking around frantically, anywhere but me.

I flipped him over, holding his hips gently, rubbing small circles into them as I pushed in. His back arched,a long whine escaping his lips.

I leaned down, kissing his neck while he waited.

He gave me the signal to move,so I did, going slowly since I had many reasons to believe it was his first time with a guy,or at least in this position.

He whimpered, growing louder as my movements sped up.

It didn't take long for him to finish,me following soon after.

I pulled out, taking off the condom and throwing it into a nearby trashcan. I grabbed a blem, lighting it with the lighter located in one of the drawers.

I exhaled the thick smoke, letting it fill the air as I held mason get his boxers back on.

I pulled him close to me, continuing to smoke the blem as he fell asleep in my lap.

Note: I feel the need to clarify that I'm not fetishizing being trans,it's simply a part of this chapter that one of the characters is trans