Jackson fumbled with the lock on the bathroom door, not realising in his haste that it hadn’t quite slid closed. Turning to the toilet, he put down the lid and sat, pulling out his phone and putting in some earbuds as he hunted for some good FTM porn.
He’d come in to work today, on a new assignment to assist someone cataloguing a library of old books, and one look at his temporary boss had told him he was in trouble. He hadn’t expected the boss to be so damned hot. Nor had he expected to get an introduction which included a set of non-binary pronouns. That had done it. Especially when, in response to his deer-in-headlights expression, the boss, misunderstanding, quickly and calmly, and with a crooked smile, explained that they were agender. And told Jackson to call them Robyn.
Jackson didn’t know what bits and pieces the boss might have, but an agender, masc-looking person, with a neatly trimmed beard… if the boss was, in fact, FTM… did they have the right parts? The ones Jackson hunted for right now? Their chest under their t-shirt looked flat, their torso muscular, their arms large and tattooed. But their dark trousers showed no indication of whether there was a vagina between their legs or not. And that was what had sent Jackson to the bathroom, as soon as he could reasonably request a break, the discomfort of his own erect cock begging him for release.
As the video played, Jackson placed the phone on the sink beside him, and mentally replaced the strangers with himself and Robyn, the two of them eagerly fucking each other. Pulling out his cock, Jackson used the precum he’d been oozing all morning, to grip his shaft, long but not too wide, perfect for fucking asses, closed his eyes, and began to jerk himself off. As he listened to the increasing sounds of pleasure on his phone, murmuring to himself, he failed to hear the bathroom door open.
Robyn stood in the doorway, mouth slightly agape, listening to Jackson’s words. “Fuck yes, let me fuck that ass, god your pussy feels so wet on my balls, come for me, ah shit, yes… so good…”
Robyn stepped carefully into the bathroom, a smirk drawing across their mouth as they watched Jackson’s cock grow larger, the uncut tip pushing through, red and hard. They stepped in front of Jackson, blocking the bathroom light, and the next time Jackson began to mumble, they hooked a thumb into his mouth, bringing his face up so when he opened his eyes in shock, the first thing he saw was Robyn’s dark eyes. Jackson froze, giving Robyn just enough time to speak.
“So you like to fuck asses and vaginas, huh?”
Jackson nodded slowly, letting his teeth graze Robyn’s thumb.
Robyn shuddered slightly, and took Jackson’s free hand, “Well that’s good news…” they said as they placed the hand between their legs.
Jackson groaned. No cock. Robyn had a vagina.
“So tell me, Jackson,” Robyn said, now removing Jackson’s hand from his cock and hovering their own over it. “What’s to be done about this? Would you like to fuck my ass? Maybe I could fuck yours? Maybe both?”
Jackson swallowed hard, his voice barely more than a whisper, “Both. Please.”
Robyn smiled, “Ah, the right answer. But first. It seems you’re far too ready to cum. It’ll be no fun if this cock of yours cums too soon. What if I just… ah…”
Jackson groaned as Robyn’s hand closed over his cock, stroking and squeezing. Jackson watched their forearm muscles flexing with each squeeze, now panting slightly, “Oh shit, Robyn…”
Robyn pulled up Jackson’s shirt to reveal a slim, wiry torso, nicely shaped, clearly a runner’s body, and they ran their nails up and down as they used his cock.
Jackson’s head fell back and he moaned, his hips moving in tandem with Robyn’s hand on his cock. Each stroke ended with a squeeze at the head, and Jackson had never felt anything like it.
Robyn leaned down, placing their lips right by Jackson’s ear, whispering, “Tell me when you’re close.”
Jackson grunted in agreement.
“Two things you need to remember,” Robyn continued, their breath in Jackson’s ear only adding to the full body sensations they were producing, “I’m still your boss. You do as I say.”
Jackson nodded stiffly, “Of-of course.” Robyn smiled and gently bit into Jackson’s neck.
“Ohh! Oh shit, Robyn!” Jackson thrashed slightly. “I’m close. Close!”
Robyn smiled and squeezed harder on each stroke, bending their head to Jackson’s chest and, in tandem with a final squeeze, bit down on his nipple.
Jackson roared as he came, spurting out over his own chest, onto Robyn’s cheek, his whole body shaking and jerking, for a full minute after the cum had stopped.
“Good boy,” Robyn smiled, scooping up the sperm on their face and sucking it off a finger. “Now. Clean up, then come and join me in the bedroom.”
Jackson nodded, slightly dazed, and set to cleaning himself up, ready to go and do whatever Robyn wanted of him next.
