Give in

Ethan’s hand starts to move, stroking his unseen prick. Gasping, Ethan lets his head fall back against the door, savoring his touch.

His mind swirls around Layla, and the sights he saw. Her fat tits. The sound of her breathing. Her massive cock…

His pants are in the way, so Ethan quickly lowers them, letting his own prick out into open air. Unimpeded, he starts to stroke faster, his imagination returning to the depravity it eagerly feasted on.

Layla’s reclined form. Her hand wrapped around herself. The wobbly of her chest as she beat her swollen mast.

Groaning, Ethan shudders, banging his head against the door. Despite only touching himself for a scant few seconds, he already feels himself come undone. And flat-out cum.

Thick ropes of sticky white jizz erupt from his swollen cockhead, spraying the mostly on himself. Eyes fluttering, Ethan keeps stroking, milking himself and riding his euphoric high, barely noticing. Knees wavering, Ethan drops, but keeps pounding himself, hanging onto the vision of Layla’s thick dick.

And then, the high is gone. Gasping, swallowing hard, Ethan’s senses return. “Fuck…”

He came so much, the most cum he’s ever seen. And it’s everywhere. He just jerked off to…

He shakes away the thought, not willing to think about that now.

Ethan pulls himself up, quickly kicking off his pants, then gets to cleaning up his sticky mess.

A torrent of emotions flood his heart. Shame. Disgust. Anger.

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.

And he just beat himself off thinking about it.

He still had the pan. Layla was going to come for it. And she’d bring with her…

Ethan shakes his head, viciously trying to destroy the thought... He wasn't… like that. Like this. Wasn't he?

Whatever he was, he feels exhausted now. He needs 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, still not wearing any pants.