Scott fucks a pussy into John

By Maxx Wood 
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Scott absently gave his semi-hard dick a brief tug. He was really looking forward to tonight’s client.

Scott loved his job. He got paid to fuck men all day long—how awesome was that? Better—they paid him to fuck them. Scott had to admit to himself that it was a major ego boost. Plus, Scott got to use one of his favorite things in the world: his cock.


Scott hadn’t always had a cock—he was assigned female at birth and went through a few years of hellish puberty from the wrong angle of things. After a few years of bleeding every month and wrapping himself tightly so that he wouldn’t feel unwanted wobbling up top every time he moved, Scott had fought hard until he managed to start hormones and get chest surgery when he was still a teenager. Almost overnight, everything had changed and he was a happy teenage boy like any other. Sure, he had a vagina and no cock, but he definitely made the most of the rest of his teenagerhood.

At some point, his 21st rolled around. Per tradition, his tight-knit group of friends had taken him out for a booze-filled night, and Scott had gone home with a handsome stranger, a visitor from out of town whose name Scott never caught. The man left the next day before Scott even woke up, but when Scott woke up, he discovered that he had magically grown a cock!

Scott never questioned it—the first thing he did that morning was to jack off his brand-new cock that had seemed to have gotten hard before he even knew it was excited. He grabbed it, gave it a few tugs, and came in gigantic spurts all over his ceiling.


All these years later, as his thoughts turned to his cock throughout the day, Scott still thought of his cock as a wonderful new set of equipment that had transformed his life overnight. At the same time, he felt as deeply connected to his cock as if he had been walking around with a cock his whole life.

All of that alone would have been enough—but the icing on the cake was this: Whatever transformative magic had grown Scott’s cock on the night of his 21st birthday also seemed to have transferred over to the cock itself. As a result, his cock had magical powers to transform his sexual partners—and Scott could control those abilities. Meaning that Scott could fuck men without either of them transforming, or he could talk to the other person to learn what he wanted, then tap into his desires to transform him into the man of his dreams.


Scott had capitalized on this gift of cock to share the joy of sex with his clients and, like his website said, “transform them into their best selves.” Most of his clients, including this one, only found his website through whispered word-of-mouth, or through demonstrations from satisfied clients who showed off the full extent of the transformative powers of Scott’s cock. Bigger muscles and bigger dicks were popular.

The upcoming client hadn’t specified what he wanted, though. Scott wondered what he would want—he didn’t even know the John’s name. But, because “John” had already answered Scott’s thorough online questionnaire, he probably didn’t have any requests Scott would refuse. This guy was probably just shy—most customers were.


Scott heard a knock at the door, snapping him out of his thoughts. He tied up his robe and maneuvered his semi underneath the fabric belt so that it didn’t poke out for the whole world to see. Then he opened the door and looked his client up and down—one of the many anonymous men he had fucked, but as unique and distinct as each other John had been.

John looked like he was in his 40s, and he was tall—the kind of tall that stands head and shoulders above a crowd. He stood head and shoulders taller than Scott, whose frame had stayed short but had become packed with muscle.

In contrast to Scott’s brick-like build, John was lanky but toned, as if he were a long-distance runner who liked to lift weights sometimes to make his running performance better.

His stubbled ace was handsome and angular, and his long hair was in a sweatband. He wore a thin leather jacket and compression leggings under a pair of runner’s shorts, which somehow all came together to complement his skinny frame and accentuate the light musculature on his legs.

“Hello handsome,” Scott said, stepping aside. As John entered the apartment, Scott couldn’t help but notice how nice John’s ass was. It wasn’t a big bubble butt so popular these days—this man was definitely a long-distance runner through and through—but it was densely muscled and looked like it could belong on a marble sculpture of a Greek athlete who ran from Athens to Rome in one day. Nice.

“Can I take your jacket for you?” Scott asked.

John smiled. “Certainly.” He slowly removed his jacket as if he were taking it off next to a go-go dancer’s pole… briefly, Scott wondered if John was himself in the “industry” too…

“Here,” the John cracked a handsome smile, jolting Scott back to reality. That slightly lopsided grin made Scott’s cock throb urgently—he wanted to breed this man’s ass now.

Scott took John’s jacket. “Ahem,” Scott said, folding the jacket to showcase the situation developing downstairs, “I like to cut to the chase—what is it that you want?”

John smiled and Scott’s eyes were drawn to the nice cock growing in his shorts too. Then, to Scott’s surprise, John stamped his feet to stop the erection.

“Fuck, Scott,” John said, “Did you ever watch Ivan Pucci?”


Scott felt lightheaded all of a sudden. He hadn’t heard that name in a very long time. Ivan Pucci had been the first man to make a living out of the fact that he was a man with a pussy.

No, seriously—that was his entire gig. He was a sexy, butch, masculine man who emanated pure testosterone and randiness… with a pussy. Who put his legs in the air and got railed hard. The ultimate bottom.

Briefly, Scott panicked: Had this John somehow learned of his long-distant past, the past he had not even thought about for decades? The thought made him sick to his stomach. Who wanted to remember their awkward queer-in-a-small-town youth? The things people had pigeonholed them as?


But, no. That was… irrelevant. It was best to focus on the present moment, on what this particular John wanted.

“Would you like some water?” Scott said.

John smiled. “Please! Thanks!”

Scott sat John down on one of the ottomans he kept around to chat with his clients and iron everything out beforehand.

“The name sounds familiar,” Scott said, powering through his panic while he walked to the fridge on the opposite wall of his efficiency apartment.

“Tell me more,” Scott said, pouring out two glasses of water.

“Well…” John said. “Ivan Pucci was famous because he had a pussy. Fuck, the first time I saw him, boom, I knew I wanted that too.”

Scott couldn’t believe his ears—this was the first time a male client had asked him for a pussy! It didn’t map over to his own experience—hell, he hadn’t ever called his front hole a “pussy”—but Scott was intrigued—and so was his dick, which stood at attention!

“Wow,” Scott said, “Tell me more.” He brought the water glasses over to a low table and sat on an ottoman opposite from John, eyeing his bulge.

“Well…” John squirmed, his sizeable bulge starting to grow. This time, John let it grow.

The grey running shorts over his athletic leggings left very little to the imagination—and his dick size was even bigger than someone would expect from his very tall frame! His cock looked like one of those hangers that would take a while to fully wake up.

“Well,” John said, licking his lips. “I’m a runner, right? And my dick is just way too big. It shrinks for running, but it still swings everywhere, and then everything sweats and I have swamp ass. And oh my god—sometimes if my balls slap my leg the wrong way…”

“Uh-huh,” Scott winced sympathetically.

John shrugged. “I don’t know how to explain it, but I don’t want to have a dick. It just gets in the way and, fuck, it’s a real pain sometimes!”

John took a sip of water. “So I want a pussy like Ivan Pucci… fuck”

John bent over. His growing and lengthening thick and long cock had throbbed its way to his hip, the compression leggings pressing it tight to his body. John covered up his cock.

“Fuck. Let’s go.” John said.

Scott smiled. “You got it.”


John reached underneath Scott’s robe with one hand and untied its fabric belt with the other.

Fuck, was Scott turned on. His throbbing meat pole curved up, leaking with eagerness. He couldn’t wait to bend John over and fuck his ass so hard he grew a pussy!

Scott grabbed John’s triceps, surprisingly dense with musculature underneath his long-sleeved compression top—it seemed like this man was a triathlete or something. Hot. Scott’s naked cock throbbed against John’s clothed one, which throbbed urgently underneath John’s tight leggings.

John craned his head down so that his chin touched his chest, and Scott stood on his toes, but their mouths missed each other. The height difference between them had to be at least a foot!

John picked up Scott in a tight bear hug so that their mouths lined up, then began to tongue Scott’s mouth with gusto.

Scott moaned and lost himself in the kiss, the two of them sloppily kissing and rubbing their thick, raspy stubble together.

John broke off the kiss, then stripped off his shirt. He knelt, licking and sucking Scott’s body hungrily on his way down!

“Fuck,” Scott said, squirming, his cock loving every second of what John’s tongue and lips were doing to him.

John pulled a cock ring out of his pocket. “Want to put this on, stud?”

“Fuck, yes,” Scott said, his cock throbbing. He took the cock ring from John and put it on.

John licked and sucked Scott everywhere—his shaft, his head, his balls—it was wonderful, and Scott moaned.

After a few sucks of Scott’s head, John took a deep breath and swallowed Scott’s cock down his throat! Then John grabbed Scott’s ass and thrust Scott’s cock in and out of his throat!

“Fuck,” Scott groaned, the feeling of sliding in and out of John overwhelming his senses. The cock ring gripped tightly, and Scott’s cock pulsed and throbbed with need.

Scott moaned, enjoying John’s wetness enveloping his cock, the slight suction pulling him…

John scraped his teeth ever so slightly against Scott’s cock. When Scott yelped, John winked at him, letting Scott know he had done it on purpose! Scott’s cock was totally at the mercy of John’s mouth and throat which enveloped him up to the hilt… John swirled his head around, the ridges of his throat sending pure pleasure into Scott’s cock…

Scott felt like he would cum despite the cock ring. But, just before he came, John pushed him away!.

Scott’s cock throbbed urgently, desperate for release. Scott groaned, his balls churning.

“Fuck, Scott,” John said, I want you to fuck a pussy into me. Right fucking now.” He bent into a “downward dog” position and waggled his ass in the air. Then he jumped to his feet, almost like he had just done a burpee. Fuck, this man was fit!

John grabbed Scott’s rock-hard erection. He squeezed firmly enough that Scott squirmed slightly.

John smirked, completely owning Scott’s cock. “Which way to the bed?”

“That way,” Scott pointed at the bed behind a partition he had put up next to the window just a few meters from the entrance of his efficiency studio apartment.

John pulled Scott by his cock.


Once they had passed the partition, John’s eyes widened at the well-equipped bed. It was a four-poster bed with shelves and drawers built in that were chock full of sex toys and accessories and porn.

A slightly sadistic grin spread across John’s face. “I like the look of those cuffs.” He pointed at the leather cuffs strapped to each corner.

Scott squirmed. “Me too,” he said.

John led Scott by his cock to the side of the bed. “First, though, you must fuck me.”

Scott moaned softly. “Yes sir,” he whispered…

John bent over the bed and pulled down his tights, displaying his firm ass and thighs and calves…

Scott’s cock throbbed. He reached over and grabbed a condom from one shelf.

“Uh-huh,” John said, “I want you to cum into me.”

Scott smiled, his cock enjoying that thought. “So do I… hon. But I can’t go ass-to-pussy unless I do this or clean up in between.”

“Oh, right,” John said. “That makes sense… I’m glad you know that.” He turned around to look at Scott. “How do you know that.”

Scott grinned down at John. “Curiosity,” he said, and winked. He unrolled the condom down his shaft, then grabbed a pump bottle of lube and squeezed a gob onto his hand and rubbed it all over his shaft.

“Fuck, yeah,” John said. “Give it to me.” He pulled open his cheeks, ready for Scott.

Scott put on a glove and fingered John’s asshole, loosening up the man—his ass was pretty loose, which turned on Scott. He loved an enthusiastic bottom.

Scott slowly withdrew his hand from John’s asshole, then tossed the used glove in a wastebasket in the corner. Scott put his hands on John’s shoulder and lined up with his ass, then slid into him…

Fuck!” John bellowed. “Fuck my ass!” He pushed up against Scott, to the hilt, then tightly gripped Scott’s cock and began milking it with his ass!

Fuck!” Scott moaned. He held onto John’s shoulders for dear life while this man gave him the bottoming of his life! Scott held on for dear life, willing himself not to cum yet!!

As Scott’s cock slapped in and out of John’s ass, it felt wetter and wetter against his balls—at first, Scott thought John’s sweat had accumulated there, but then Scott realized John no longer had any balls! Instead, he had a soaking wet, hungry pussy with a huge clit that rubbed his balls on the downstroke!

Scott almost came at the thought, but he wanted to give John the creampie he deserved. So he pulled out and took a few deep breaths, bringing himself back from the edge of orgasm.

“Fuck,” John moaned and reached down to explore his new equipment. “This is so hot. It’s so wet.” Then Scott heard the sound of fingers slipping into pussy!

Fuck!” John exclaimed.

Scott looked down at John, who was fingering his pussy with a vengeance!

“It’s so wet and ready!” John shouted. With a schlurp, he pulled his fingers out of his pussy and licked them.

“Mmm,” John said. “I want your cock in my pussy now!”

Scott nodded and peeled off his condom, ready to comply.

John grabbed Scott’s cock. “Hold on a minute. I want to use your cock. Plus, you’re a little guy—” John patted Scott’s shoulders—”and that bed looks soft.”

Scott squirmed. “Yes, sir, that sounds amazing.”


John turned around and grabbed Scott, wrapping him up in a tight bear hug, and threw him onto the bed!

“Don’t move,” John said, still wrapped around him, his crotch grinding against Scott’s.

He sat up, still gripping Scott with his legs. Then he grabbed the padded leather cuffs on Scott’s bed posts and strapped Scott into a four-point spread-eagle position.

John ground against Scott’s cock and kissed him aggressively! John’s new giant clit-head throbbed and rubbed against Scott’s cockhead, his slick wetness slid up and down Scott’s shaft…

Scott squirmed, his erection throbbing upwards, stiff and urgently in need of the wet hole that rubbed up against it!

Scott desperately wanted to grab John and plunge his cock into his pussy, but John was intent on teasing him! And Scott was tied up, unable to do anything about it!

Scott thought he would explode just from the anticipation and tension if this went on any longer, but John was evidently just as horny as Scott was because he slowed his thrusts, then grabbed Scott’s erection and guided it into his warm, wet pussy!

John grunted. The passage of Scott’s iron-hard dick into his brand-new cunt sent all sorts of new sensations and pressures throughout his body! Scott was thick enough that it stretched out John’s pussy, which exposed his gigantic clit and caused it to rub up and down Scott’s rigid pole!

“Fuck, you’re so hard,” John sighed, sliding up to the hilt. “You better not cum yet.”

Scott squirmed. “Yes sir.”

John enveloped Scott with his arms and legs, clinging to Scott like an extra layer of bondage on top of already being tied to a four-corner bed! Scott felt wonderfully helpless.

Then John released Scott from the tight embrace but kept his legs tightly squeezed around Scott. Sitting up, John rocked his hips back and forth! John was fucking Scott’s cock with his pussy!

Scott strained against the restraints, watching his absurdly hard cock slide in and out of John’s wet pussy, which slurped and queefed and oozed slick juices all over Scott!

“I’m cumming!” John shouted. “Give it to me stud! Cum into me!”

Fuck yes!” Scott shouted. He came into John—and came, and came, and came, jerking and twitching against his restraints.

“Oh god!” John squirted his new pussy juices all over Scott! “It’s filling me up!”


“Ahhh,” John said, sliding off of Scott as Scott’s cock softened and fell out of John’s pussy. John released Scott from the restraints, then reached down and felt his new equipment,

John grinned like it was Christmas morning. “Thanks Scott!” He licked a mixture of Scott’s cum and his own pussy juices off of his finger.

“No prob hon,” Scott said. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He smiled.

They spooned, Scott comfortably fitting into John’s arms. John’s thighs and stomach pressed more closely against Scott’s ass than if a cock had been there—it felt nice, actually.

I might give this guy my personal phone number, he thought before drifting off to sleep. I wonder how he feels about strap-ons… His cock stirred briefly, then it, too, drifted off to sleep.


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