Author's note: This story depicts a consensual sub-dom relationship between a cis man and a trans masculine person. It includes themes of public sex and public humiliation, domination, and rough/painful sex. All characters are above the age of 18. Terms used to describe the trans character's genitalia include "pussy", "hole", and "little dick". These are terms I personally like to use as a trans masculine person.
I have started writing the next part of the story and would love any constructive feedback, as well as encouragement to keep writing if you want to read more!
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The late afternoon sun is starting to fade beyond the deep canyon that surrounds us, and the river water feels cool and soft against my hot skin. I take a deep breath and dive in, submerging my whole body and head, washing away the sweat and dust after a hard day of hiking. I stand up and look over to the shore, where Jesse is sitting and watching me with a big smile on his face. We are backpacking in the canyons of southern Utah with a couple of our friends. It's a long, ambitious trip, and we are five days' hiking from the trailhead, deep in the wilderness. We have barely seen any other people on the trail for days, so my skinny dipping feels like the most natural thing in the world.
Once I feel sufficiently cooled off, I get out and walk over to the rock where I put my towel, and start drying off. Jesse comes over, takes the towel from me and continues to dry me. He gently rubs the towel over my shoulders and up to my head where he tousles my hair.
"I love watching you swim. Such a pretty boy." He continues to dry me with the towel, rubbing my chest and belly, spending a little extra time making sure my belly hair is dry. Squatting down, he moves on down my legs to my feet, and then back up again to my lower back and ass. Lastly, he lightly rubs the towel between my legs, patting my crotch dry. With his other hand, as though checking is work, he then lightly strokes along my slit.
"There you go, all dry..." He pauses, still slowly stroking between my legs, and adds, "although I don't particularly like it when you're dry..."
I let out a little giggle. I am feeling small and vulnerable, yet very safe, standing there completely naked by the riverside, with him fully clothed and his big warm hands on my body. He is standing next to me at an angle, and as he is about a head taller than me, my right shoulder is against his chest. This allows him to use one hand on the front of my body to stroke my inner thighs and crotch, while the other is rubbing my back and ass. I melt into his touch. The gentle breeze and warm sunshine combined with his soft, strong hands feel so good on my exposed, freshly bathed skin. Within moments I feel the familiar tingle and increasing wetness between my legs in response to his treatment. The next time his hand strokes along my slit he notices my juices and lets out a low chuckle;
"now there's a good boy... always wet and horny for daddy".
