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It's a good thing that I'm trans. I would fuck every pretty boy that I saw.
The world would open up and I'd break through confidently. Take the heavy stone off my back without a second thought. "I'll call you," I'd say. And I'd mean it.
I'd walk into the bar and see beautiful men. I'd take them home, fuck them senseless, and have them leave. People will love you until you tell them. People will want you until you tell them.
The same guy that thought you were hot will walk away whispering to his friends. The same guy you took home will jet when he realizes your dick is not really a dick. It's only a dick to you. I wanna share.
Or I'll tell them nothing at all and just suck their dick as a distraction. And I could suck dick for hours, but I wanna cum too. They can feel my hard-on and ask to suck mine. "No," I'll say. "But you're hard?," they'll respond.."who doesn't like getting their dick sucked"? "No thanks" I'll say as I walk away, as much as I want it. As much as I need it and want to stand there with their head in my crotch moving up and down and up and down until...
I cum all over them...not a dribble but a shot. I want my cum in their hair, in their mouth....I want them to lick me clean.
I want to cavalierly toss my number to that guy on the train that keeps looking at me. But I'll turn away because I know... I know he couldn't handle it. Pretty on the outside, ugly on the inside. My body is a junk-yard filled with rejection.
My body is for the taking but what good is that? I'm ready for more guys than are ready for me.
I won't call back or remember your name. I'll pretend nothing happened like you didn't run away from me...I'll pretend that you don't think I'm gross. Nothing but disgust under these jeans.
I know you couldn't handle it. I know you couldn't handle me.
But I wanna be handled. I want to be loved, and held and fucked.
This world can't handle me.
And I can't handle it.
It's a bad thing that I'm trans
The world would open up and I'd break through confidently. Take the heavy stone off my back without a second thought. "I'll call you," I'd say. And I'd mean it.
I'd walk into the bar and see beautiful men. I'd take them home, fuck them senseless, and have them leave. People will love you until you tell them. People will want you until you tell them.
The same guy that thought you were hot will walk away whispering to his friends. The same guy you took home will jet when he realizes your dick is not really a dick. It's only a dick to you. I wanna share.
Or I'll tell them nothing at all and just suck their dick as a distraction. And I could suck dick for hours, but I wanna cum too. They can feel my hard-on and ask to suck mine. "No," I'll say. "But you're hard?," they'll respond.."who doesn't like getting their dick sucked"? "No thanks" I'll say as I walk away, as much as I want it. As much as I need it and want to stand there with their head in my crotch moving up and down and up and down until...
I cum all over them...not a dribble but a shot. I want my cum in their hair, in their mouth....I want them to lick me clean.
I want to cavalierly toss my number to that guy on the train that keeps looking at me. But I'll turn away because I know... I know he couldn't handle it. Pretty on the outside, ugly on the inside. My body is a junk-yard filled with rejection.
My body is for the taking but what good is that? I'm ready for more guys than are ready for me.
I won't call back or remember your name. I'll pretend nothing happened like you didn't run away from me...I'll pretend that you don't think I'm gross. Nothing but disgust under these jeans.
I know you couldn't handle it. I know you couldn't handle me.
But I wanna be handled. I want to be loved, and held and fucked.
This world can't handle me.
And I can't handle it.
It's a bad thing that I'm trans