Resist

Ethan rips his hand from his pants, denying himself and the unfathomable will of his protesting prick.

Panting, Ethan tries to calm himself. Peeling himself off the floor, Ethan makes for the kitchen, quickly going for the tap, and cranking on the cold water. A few strong splashes later, both to his face and much lower, Ethan starts to feel…

Calmer. But not better.

What the fuck was that?

Ethan went to university. A very liberal-leaning one. He’d met trans people before, hell, he’d even seen a video or two, but this…

This was different. She was different.

He still had the pan. Layla was going to come for it.

Pushing the thought away, Ethan rubbed his brow. He felt exhausted. He needed to sleep. This, whatever this is, could wait, would have to wait.

The internet guy is likely coming tomorrow, and despite Layla having a massive cock, that was still something he needed to deal with.

Hulling himself upstairs, he heads towards the master without hesitation this time, keeping his pants on as he flops into bed.