The Thrill of the Bulge in His Shorts

Chapter 16

The biggest one of them came over with another guy, and that second one was fucking hot, totally my type. Even in his sporty clothes, he was put together, tight polo shirt hugging his chest without trying too hard, branded shorts falling just right on his thighs, hair combed to the side with that vibe of someone who wakes up smelling good and knows it. I like guys with that rich boy look, you know? The kind who looks like he'd take you somewhere fancy and pick up the tab without batting an eye.

Jana locked eyes on me, trying to play it cool so she wouldn't burst out laughing right in their faces. But she couldn't hold it in, and when the two of them got close, the bigger guy cast a shadow over us, his huge body blocking the afternoon sun, and I got chills just from being near him. His heat hit me first, a strong smell of clean sweat mixed with pricey cologne that went straight up my nose and woke Cláudio right up. I only had time to whisper to her.

"The big guy's yours, good thing I've already fucked your ass, you slut."

I said it quick and low before they could hear.

She didn't even get a chance to respond, her mouth opening to say something, but then came a hello from them in unison.

"Hey girls, everything good?"

Each one greeted us in his own way, all polite and nice, deep voices but no rudeness.

"We saw you over here and figured we'd come chat. That cool?"

"Sure, everything's good,"

Jana answered, practically spreading her legs, a naughty smile spreading across her face.

I went kinda quiet, laughing along, but checking them out up close. The big guy was hot as hell, all ripped, wearing a tight shirt that squeezed his muscles harder than my panties squeezed my dick. Defined pecs, thick arms, veins popping on his forearms like ropes. Right then, a shiver ran up my whole spine and my cock throbbed hard, swelling fast inside my panties, pulsing against the thin fabric. I looked away quick so he wouldn't see right off that my erection was way bigger than theirs, crossed my legs tighter, but the move just made it rub more, leaking pre-cum that soaked everything.

"So what brings you around here?"

The big guy asked, his voice low and gravelly, leaning forward like he wanted to box us in.

We were hot, they were hot...

It wasn't even half an hour before Jana, who was supposed to hook up with the big guy, got picked by the cute one and they were already making out on the other side of the square, tongues in each other's mouths, her hand in his hair, grinding lightly against his thick thigh like the world didn't exist anymore. The big guy was stuck with me, poor guy tried to make conversation, asking if I liked the city, if I was enjoying the fresh air, if I wanted a cold beer. I wanted him bad, to get with him real nice, imagine those big hands squeezing me, lifting me up against the square's wall, his hard dick rubbing on my thigh while I felt Cláudio throbbing like crazy in my panties. But you know how it is, right? The fear hit hard, my heart racing thinking about the moment he'd find out and flip the script.

Then I remembered everything I'd done up to now, the post I made on Instagram, the tears I swallowed alone, Lunna's words about power, about using my body as a weapon, about not asking permission to be who I am. And I let it out.

"Look, dude, I know I'd love to hook up with you, but I gotta tell you something first."

"What? You got a boyfriend? I'm not the jealous type."

He said, pulling a cocky face.

"No, it's not that... I'm trans."

I'd never tried that approach before, even though it seemed obvious, it was simple to say that, people know what trans means but if I said the name of my condition no one could repeat it right, and futanari, that's some jerk-off stuff from anime readers. The guy looked at me and nearly choked from laughing so hard, threw his head back and guffawed loud, hand on his belly like I'd told the best joke of the year.

"Damn girl, I've been turned down before, but with that much creativity, it's a first."

I liked the big lug, he was trying and when I said it he took it cool, no disgust, no ugly look, just laughing like it was a joke between buddies. And I got more comfortable with it, he made me kinda weak in the knees I admit, imagining what it'd be like to get dirty with him, he seemed like he had a nice cock, thick, the kind that fills your hand and makes you moan just looking at it. The bulge in his shorts was already showing nice, and my Cláudio responded right away, pulsing hard, leaking pre-cum that made my panties sticky and hot.

"But I am, why won't you believe me?"

I said, sounding indignant, my voice coming out higher than I wanted, but with a naughty little smile sneaking out at the corner of my mouth.

He stopped laughing slow, leaned his body forward, dark brown eyes locked on mine, crooked smile coming back.

"Alright, prove it then. Show me and I'll believe you right away."

"I'm not gonna show you my dick. You crazy?"

He laughed again when I snapped, that deep laugh that rumbled in his chest and gave my whole body chills. Then he leaned in more, face close to mine, hot breath smelling like beer and mint, dark brown eyes glued to mine.

"I don't care if you're trans..."

And he kissed me.