Deliciously Fucked by My Private Driver series (Gay Trans Erotica)
Deliciously Fucked by My Private Driver
Chap 1: I loved the sting, the burn, and most of all, the pleasure of having a man trust me enough to put the most vulnerable part of himself inside me.
“The sky is changing outside.”
My private driver, Finnegan, said those words while I stared absently out the car window.
It was sunset, and the horizon brimmed with the usual orange and violet colors. But there was also something else. It was faint at first, but the clouds, which were just wisps, grew thicker and thicker, and soon, they were towers.
A storm was brewing. Yet, I was more excited than scared.
They built and built, changing their colors into something more lurid and intense.
But before I knew it, the storm clouds disappeared and turned back into soft white clouds and calm skies. Hmmm…
“Finnegan?” I asked.
“Yes, Master Trey?”
“Do you believe in coincidences?”
He chuckled, in a breathy way that made my heart beat faster. “I like to call them miracles.”
We sank back into silence, our cryptic remarks swimming in the thick space between us.
I wondered if his thoughts were traveling in the same direction as mine. In the driver’s mirror, his face gave nothing away, and I watched the fascinating gold flecks flicker in his eyes.
The drive was over too soon.
I sighed as I hefted the boxes of items I bought from Ikea. After he watched me struggle for a bit, Finnegan gently waved me aside and took care of the moving himself.
It annoyed me that even after taking testosterone for four years since my gender transition, I still didn’t have the strength to handle some boxes of furniture.
But I became even more self-conscious when I realized that Finnegan was carrying my boxes into my bedroom. I felt even odder when he, upon my request, tossed a couple of small items onto my bed.
For a while, I stood there in awkward silence, waiting for my driver to finish up and leave my bedroom, where we would say goodbye until the next time.
Yet — he didn’t move, and neither of us said anything.
Then, something shifted in the air. He caught my eye. I held my breath. Without warning, his mouth was on mine. I gasped and his tongue slid between my parted lips.
I was more turned on than I could possibly have imagined. I clutched him to me, and my tongue stretched out shyly while his tongue plundered me. We kissed like a couple of love-starved, hormonal teenagers, even though we were both in our thirties.
Without thinking, I reached under his shirt at the back of his neck. He responded by grunting and sliding his hands up my back, groping my skin with an astonishing hunger.
I wanted to satisfy that hunger. It flattered me that this hunky, well-built man could desire a short, overweight guy like me who didn’t even have nice skin. Especially not after testosterone’s effects.
I pulled him onto my bed, and we yanked our clothes off of each other while we laughed at the hysteria of it all.
Moments later, I had his cock in my mouth, and I sucked it with vigor and love. He groaned with enjoyment and began thrusting into me. As hot as it was to have a man’s hardening length in my mouth, I wanted more.
So I pushed him out. He paused and gave me a concerned glance. I shook my head and chuckled. “Finn, I want you to fuck my front hole.”
Finnegan gaped, though I could see the lust burning in his gold eyes. “Are you sure?” he murmured.
I nodded. “I have morning after pills. Don’t worry about it. As long as you don’t use any — feminine terms on me — I won’t feel gender dysphoria. Just call it either the front door, front hole, man cave, or lion’s lair, okay?”
He smiled and promised. It aroused me that he wanted to respect my boundaries, while also eager to push at forbidden areas.
It wasn’t forbidden, since I explicitly asked him to do it. And some trans men, like me, do enjoy that kind of act, even if it may surprise our cis allies to hear.
“Trey,” he whispered. “I’m really excited to do this and might get too rough. But tell me to stop as soon as you don’t feel comfortable, okay?”
Lust burned through my core at his considerate yet fervent words. “I’m not fragile,” I protested. “I know when to say no. And besides, I trust you.”
That was a nerve-wracking confession, but luckily, Finnegan didn’t seem put off. Instead, he took a deep breath. Then he shoved me onto my back. He probed my front hole with his fingers, and it stung a bit. But I liked the intrusion.
Still, I was impatient for him to give me an even greater intrusion.
A minute later, he directed his gorgeous dick at my entrance. He teased the rim of my hole, and I wriggled my legs restlessly.
Slowly, he pushed into me, and I stretched, breathless with both nervousness and desire. Before I knew it, he was buried to the hilt in me.
I gasped with ecstasy. Was this how it felt to have a guy balls deep into you? Before Finnegan, I only had my toys for company.
Finnegan started to pull back out, no doubt about to ram me. But I clutched him. “Wait, Finny. I want to enjoy this moment a little longer. Don’t move until I say so, okay?”
He was clearly desperate to start fucking and ravaging my body. But he nodded and stayed still.
I tightened my walls around his dick and he groaned. “Oh gosh, please,” he grunted. “I don’t know how much longer I can last.”
I grinned and stroked his hair with affection. “Great things happen to those who wait,” I whispered. He groaned again when I gripped him in my lion’s lair. I loved the sting, the burn, and most of all, the pleasure of having a man trust me enough to put the most vulnerable part of himself inside me.
I smiled. “Okay, go.”
As if he had been given a blessing from heaven, his face crumpled with relief. He pulled his cock out of me and slammed it back in. I cried out at the mix of pain and pleasure. I was utterly at this man’s mercy as he fucked me with an increasing intensity.
There was a heated, crazed look in his eyes, as he stared down at me, greedily eating up my body even as he pounded my flesh. He looked like a demon, it was scary, but I loved it so much. I wanted him to defile me completely.
It looked like he was going to blow any moment. Then he dived down to crush my lips in a bruising kiss. I parted my mouth to invite him inside, and moaned as he plunged in. There was nothing like being kissed and fucked at the same time. If only he could screw my third hole, too.
I broke off the kiss and asked, “Can you keep doing all this, but finger-bang my ass, too?”
The blazing desire in his eyes told me all I needed to know. He devoured me utterly, body, heart, and soul. I was overwhelmed by the deep, hard penetration into all three of my holes. But I still couldn’t get enough.
Soon after, he groaned as his orgasm overtook him. He released my mouth, and pumped and pumped his hot semen into me. I smiled like an idiot all the way through.
I did promise to take morning after pills the next day, but at this moment, as I blissfully let this virile man fill me up with his warm seed, I didn’t want any of his cum to leave my body, ever.
He panted when he was finished, and began to pull out. But I seized his arm. “No.” He stopped. “Please,” I went on. “I want you to stay inside me for as long as you can.”
He responded by giving me a fond smile and kissing my lips again.
We made out for a while longer, our hands roaming over one another’s flesh.
To my happy surprise, I felt him start to harden again.
Finnegan and I fucked some more that night. I convinced him to stay over, and I cuddled with him, our bodies still naked and exposed. I fell fast asleep against his warm chest.
When I awoke, I was very glad to see his morning erection. I kissed him awake and gave him a pleading look.
We enjoyed more rounds of vigorous lovemaking, and it was already noon before we could muster the willpower to get out of bed.
I was loath to see him go, but he promised to come pick me up again whenever I wanted another ride.
I assured him that I’d be wanting more rides from him soon. He winked and marched away towards his car, his strides athletic and fluid. I couldn’t wait till that man could fill me up again.
This story was inspired by a dream I had.
Click here for Chapter 2: Insatiable Lust for My Private Driver
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