A storm has hit Seattle and Viktor watches it from his hotel window. He just barely missed it, and ruminates on the raw power of the waves: their strength, the ugly colour of the seafoam, the 'currents breaching like whales under the storm', and how if he were to wander out there, he probably wouldn't make it past his knees until he got swept away (truthfully, he wouldn't need to make it two steps outside until he became Wilson). He thinks about a place called Point Nemo and how it's so desolate the only people closest to it are those on the ISS. He thinks about this desolation and how he wishes the waves would wash him away from his life of prostitute, his family, and Jayce, who pumped-and-dumped him with his BIG OLE DICK and now has to contend with the fact he fucked a teenager (not really; his daughter 100% affirms and supports him!).
Cheap smartphone in hand, he looks through job offers in seaside Seattle, apparently unaware that those places are usually for tourists and big game fishermen, not prostitutes with GEDs. He wants to get a job to 'settle down' - once again, OnlyFans was not an option - then he realizes that today was Ama's birthday. He wonders if they are still at that diner, enjoying their meal and lives, and ponders over whether he should have joined them. He feels immense hurt at the realization Jayce's pure love is for his daughter and not him (while not explicitly said, you can infer that from the writing), and he so desperately wanted to introduce himself to meet Jayce's favourite person. Seconds later, molten anger flows through him and he isn't sure whether to forgive him or not; whether to enjoy the memories he had or bury the rage somewhere in the dirt.
As he stews in that, he throws his phone to the side with nothing to do, staring up at the ceiling, listening to the storm outside until someone knocks on his door. Wondering who could be knocking during this weather, he waits a few moments, hoping they'll leave until he hears one last knock. Who could this stranger be, you wonder? Why, it's none other than Jayce, plastered like a wet dog, saying he 'was right' like that scene in The Notebook. Viktor, flabbergasted, tells him to come inside. He asks him what he's doing there, wasn't he supposed to be with Ama? Jayce says yes, and that she says hello, before going to the sink and washing his hands with hot water (I'm surprised the power has stayed on for as long as it has). Turns out, he stood outside that door for twenty whole minutes deciding whether to knock and what to say, before finally getting the courage and providing us this Nicolas Sparks scene.
Viktor, initially annoyed, softens, because it's so out-of-character to see a man like him stand for twenty minutes in the rain, thinking of something romantic to say. Well, the romantic thing is this: the 'third thing', the thing that's been there the entire time and how he's been 'too stupid to admit it' - which is, of course, love. We're not addressing the fact he's an old-ass man and only gets away with it because he's attractive and has a BIG OLE DICK. Viktor feels another flash of anger, asking if Jayce thinks it absolves him of what he's done. Jayce says no, he's a stupid old man - "I could have told you that, already" is the pooner's reply - and he's spent a majority of his life running away from it. On the contrary, he WAS in love - he was a 'butter killer', after all - because he was married and had a child, yet his mood disorder got in the way and his own wife could not bear to be near him due to his emotional, volatile tendencies. That aside, Jayce says he's made a lot of mistakes in his life, but having Viktor in his passenger seat was not one of them. He says that he's managed to show him the one thing he's been missing his whole life: himself. Yes, an 18-year-old prostitute was needed to show a grown-ass man nearing middle age the meaning of life, but whatever. Pretty privilege takes you a long way.
During a timely lightning flash, Jayce admits to Viktor that he loves him. This causes our lot lizard to think he's in the afterlife or brought down by the waves, and breaks down crying. Jayce is there to catch him when he falls, buttressing him with his warm body. Viktor actually has a full-blown sob session, to the point that Jayce's voice goes in and out, and he has to rock him in place like he's a baby. Turns out, Viktor has never heard 'I love you' in years, not even from his parents, so hearing it at last from someone he's sexually attracted to - his knight in flannel, as he calls it - is affirming. Jayce simply says that that's 'cruel' to hear, but that gives them time to start getting cuddly on the bed; that is, until Viktor teasingly says he's going to get the bed wet.
We then get into your usual romantic confession scene before he starts pounding that cervix. He tells Viktor he 'hasn't the faintest clue' what to do, to which Viktor agrees, giving comforting touches along the way. When Viktor asks why, Jayce says he has a 'real habit of fucking everything up' - Gee, whose fault is that, again? - and that he doesn't want to hurt Viktor.
> With all the hesitation settled within Viktor's heart throughout his life surrounding love and trust
He never actually had to become a prostitute, you know. He's apparently a genius, but not in this universe where he, a valid trans 'boy', had to be kept away from juvie boys because they were going to rape him and he has to have sex with greasy, 40-year-old men and dresses like an emo goth chick in a white supremacist biker bar. But muh LOVE muh trust MUH SAFETY
> He couldn't deny Jayce if he tried. He can't deny himself either
Pretty privilege works wonders if you're a 40-year-old DILF who washes his hair vs the greasy Mitch Bakers Viktor was fucking for money.
> Let me decide whether or not you get to hurt me, not the other way around
"It's down the river, not across the street...but your dick goes down the river AND across the street, big boy."
> You are an old man. A lot more experience under your belt, as you say
And when you age into your twenties and thirties, he'll be nearing his sixties. He'll have ED; his penis will shrink. Then you'll be a bangmaid, while being disabled yourself, as he ages out of his job.
> Looking up at him through his lashes in a fiery, doe-like way
Here we go with the doe-like shit. I know what you are.
> I've never actually been kissed before
Would you look at that. It's like he's a young virgin about to have sweet, safe, affirming sex with a hot trucker who respects his identity. I'm literally crying.
> Viktor can smell the musky hint of Jayce, the scent he's become so comfortable with
It's a MAN scent, the scent of MASCULINITY, the hefty feel of MALE.
> I don't care. As long as it's you, that's all I want
It really does hit different when you're a DILF vs a grease monkey with cigarette stains on his wife beater. If Jayce was living in a trailer this wouldn't hit (hehe) the same way.
> Open your mouth for me, pretty baby
And he has no ass, no hips, no nothin'. He goes for white supremacist bikers who cook meth in the woods high on said meth because even biker chicks have meat on their bones. Stick to OF next time.
> Good boy
"You're a teenage prostitute that I would like to marry but that isn't the red line -
misgendering is!"
> His hot tongue pressing against Viktor's so roughly he nearly chokes on it
What, does he have a cow tongue?
> Bites down, sucking along the muscle crudely
...ouch.
> Jayce's hands fly straight to his waist as if it's the most instinctive move he's ever made
Let me guess: his waist was so small his thumbs met in the middle.
> Every part of you. The good, the bad. The parts you think are broken
He's saying this to a grown man whose divorce was predicated on him
punching holes in the walls. He has PTSD and rage issues for
killing a butterfly. But hey, an 18-year-old prostitute can fix him, right?
He's so beautiful he managed to turn heads - for the wrong reasons - while dressing like a cat-eared goth troon at a biker bar. Never forgetting that scene, btw.
> His fingers gliding along his skin until the pause, wrapped around Viktor's neck
I am shocked, s
hocked, I tell you, that the man known for punching holes in walls enjoys choking the uwu pale, white, alabastrine skinned swan-neck here.
> Gonna choke me out? Shut me up, maybe?
"Gonna snap me in half and eat me like Los Zetas?"
> No, I'm gonna pry every word in the bible from that sharp little mouth of yours
First of all, you are going to capitalize 'Bible', heathen bitch. Then you are going to recite this verse:
> Got you racing like a hummingbird, didn't it?
You were about to snap that neck like he was one.
Here I thought this scene was about Viktor feel dysphoria around his breasts. Turns out that was a total lie; he doesn't feel dysphoria at all, and doesn't even seem to want to use Seattle's pro-troon laws to get his hormones. He's just a normal underage female prostitute with the 'trans' label slapped on.
> His navel
She finally fixed this. She was known for using 'naval' instead.
You can call a man every word in the book, it will wash off his back like water - but call him senile, and that implies his brain as well as his 18-inch wheeler isn't working, and then you'll find yourself in the submissive and breedable position.
> Slides his hands up into the legs of his shorts to palm his ass
There's nothing to grab or grope, sorry.
> Spreading him apart until Viktor feels like his cunt is going to swallow the crotch of his shorts
Looks like his vagina is an all-around industrial processor: it handles penis AND polyester on the regular.
> Shit. You have no damn clue how bad I've wanted to do this since I met you
Wouldn't that mean he clocked Viktor as a pooner immediately and knew he had a pussy? Lmao
> Before Jayce's tongue flattens over his cock
I'm sure we're getting a blowjob scene, so let me say this: if one man, the penis man, the male masculine scent haver, manages to choke you with his, and yours can be 'played with' like it's a Werther's candy - it ain't a dick.
> I knew you'd taste sweet. Smell fuckin' good, top
"I can smell all of the Red Light District in here, Tony!"
> That he's never met a man who licks pussy like Jayce before
Oh? You, as a teenage trans prostitute, who only gets called a 'boy' from Johns who know you're easy pussy, never found one that is willing to go down on you? Maybe they're not into 'man pussy'? Or they think it's unclean? Funny, that.
> Jayce eats like a man starved
Second most overused line behind 'his waist was so small his thumbs met in the middle'.
> His tongue carves deep into Viktor's core like a Swiss Army Knife
And that's the new title for the spoiler. Swiss Army Knifes are emergency/survival knives; they are not meant for carving meat. Something tells me, "He tongue carves deep into Viktor's core like a Japanese Damascus steel" doesn't have the same...sharp cut.
> But he obeys, the good boy he wants to be for Jayce
Pussybois lie there and take it, while MASCULINE, MALE, MAN PENIS puts it in like the designated top. Rules of Nature.
> Only then does he break eye contact, engulfed in the vision of Viktor's cunt bared before him
Be in awe, that thing nearly ate his shorts.
Anyways, here he gets anxious over Jayce seeing his self-harm scars, the things he feels are necessary because life is heckin' transphobic and he doesn't want to be a prostitute, a position he
willingly chose. Again, OnlyFans could be done at home and he could sell feet pics. He wouldn't need to show a shly fluttering cunt at all.
In any case, one wonders why Jayce didn't see them when he fucked him in his truck. Was it because he was on his stomach and they're visible from the front? Viktor wasn't wearing pantyhose, but a short skirt that showed off said scarred legs. Other Johns didn't notice them, either. Even if he did wear pantyhose when trying to present 'fem', it's a weird oversight. You can see them through that fabric, too.
> As long as he has Jayce, he's not alone
Yes, cry with the man who got a divorce because he couldn't stop punching walls and was so afraid of losing his family he willingly engaged in bad behaviour because he lost his family. But this is different, see: he's being so affirming and hot and understanding that if he did look like a greasy biker trying to look at a pooner naked, those teeth WOULD be knocked out. Pretty privilege can penetrate any shell - especially if you're packing an 18-inch wheeler.
> If I did, I wouldn't have been able to stop. I would have laid you down, spread you out
This implies that he clocked Viktor from the get-go and knew he would be dealing with pussy the entire time. "Thank God I'm not actually a faggot," he must be thinking.
> I would have made you see more
Smooth.
> Viktor just about combusts from the pressure that fills his core
That would be a smooth line had this not been from an author that used, 'his pussy fluttered shyly'. That puts a damper on things.
> Woulda named new constellations after you, kid. Drawn them out with my tongue...til you burned hotter than the sun. My own little supernova
"Woulda named you Proxima centauri, 'cause you're hot and all red-faced and a low-mass star that can't be seen with the naked eye."
> His tongue curls and pulses around Viktor's cock
It makes me laugh knowing his cow tongue is better than that clit, lmao. It isn't even plumped up by T - it is just your regular clitoris.
> His mouth continuing its perfect assault on Viktor's cock
Easy to do when you're batting something the size of a jelly bean.
> Ricochets deep into the very DNA that makes up his being
XX marks the spot
> His beautifully sculpted chest is coated with a generous amount of salt and pepper hair
If he did not have muscles, or golden skin, or a big bulge, this would give the author the Ick and this would be more of a horror story. Add muscles and sexual attractiveness and you can make a 40-year-old man going after an 18-year-old AFAB wet hole look hot, too.
> Spotting the very large, very enticing bulge beneath the zipper
We know he's big. But I guess we are really going for the 18-inch wheeler here. I'm sure he's so thick he makes those thin lips plump up like Kardashian lips.
> I'm going to suck your cock, and you're going to let me
This is a real line.
> Makes Viktor practically drool from both ends
But was it fluttering shyly and drooling like a dog?
> Viktor has to hold himself back from driving his nose straight into the man's armpits
He needs to huff that DILF smell before the DILF dick. He needs that MANLY, MASCULINE, MALE penis shoved inside him for the full gender affirming experience.
> You sound like a whore
He IS one, retard.
> The all-consuming, otherworldly pleasure wrought upon him by this man's cock alone
This is another real line. It speaks volumes how handsome men and big dicks make pooner pussy swoon. It's almost as if biological instinct is calling, but you're not a moon-faced 18-year-old prostitute. YWNBAP
> His cock is large, very much so, just like he imagined. It's uncut and thick
Of course. We are not having a 40-year-old man fuck a barely legal teen like that. He has to be handsome and have a huge cock in order for it to work. We need the MASCULINE, MANLY, MALE penis shoved inside that sweet-smelling vagina. It's very affirming.
> If Viktor weren't so in love with the man, he would walk right out of the motel room on principle alone
No, you wouldn't. Men with penises that large are rare. You would be sucking on that dick like Deepwater Horizon sucked out oil from the sea floor.
> He wraps a hand around Jayce's girth
Oh? Our Size 4 uwu hand was able to do that? Well he's not as thick as I imagined, then. Look at our Anaconda jaw doing its job. I bet you those big, manly, hairy balls are bigger than Viktor's hands.
> He forces the head of Jayce's cock to the back of his throat
> He sucks him down to the base - the head of Jayce's cock plunges deep into Viktor's throat and his nose buried in soft, curly hair
Comes with the territory. He wasn't made to do that in juvie, was he?
> God. You're gonna kill me. Send me to an early fuckin' grave
Tyrion Lannister would like to exchange places.
> I'm not cumming in anything but your pussy tonight
This is a real line.
> Only when I fuck
Apparently it also shows up when he punches holes in the walls.
> Viktor thinks he's gonna treat it like a blood sport. A hunt to the death
Now why would you think that of a muscular brown man? Weird thing to write, tbh. Are you racist, sarah?
> He looks deep into the eyes of the man destined to rip him to shreds
Literally. He's going to get that Red Light District remodeled.
> The rim of muscle flutters at the touch, pulling a gasp from Viktor
Sorry, no anal. Just traditional Christian sex here.
> Such a wet little cunt. Does that feel good, sliding along my dick like that?
I assume it would because no one would be reading this otherwise.
> Their cocks catch
Only one of them can make a throat bulge. The other is no bigger than a wisdom tooth.
> The next time their cocks align
See point above. He isn't even on T, so you can't even call that a 't-dick'.
> Wanting nothing more than to slam his hips down and take it all in one single push
It'll be the single largest source of protein in his life.
> His thumb tapping twice against Viktor's cock
If his thumb pad is larger than your 'cock' and can be tapped on like a smartphone keyboard, it ain't a cock.
> He hasn't fully occupied his head by the time Jayce starts to buck his hips, driving his cock up into Viktor impossibly deep
Just in case you needed a reminder: he is fucking an 18-year-old while in his forties, a teenager only three years older than his daughter. It's OK because he has a large penis and is hot. If he looked like a greasier Jay Leno this would be Icky.
> Letting the head of his cock press so deep inside him that the pleasure is on the brink of turning into pain
You can have a drink for that.
> Not only the physical connect, the way Jayce's cock buries into the deepest, most earth-shattering parts of him, but also the way their hearts seem to sync
It's exactly the way Jesus wanted *sniff*
> Jayce's hand sliding up his nape to hold the base of his skull
Look at that uwu skull. So small he can crush it like a beer can.
> His cock never slipping from inside his cunt
LMAO HE REALLY IS A ROTISSERIE CHICKEN. Spinnin' around on that stick like he's in an oven. Here's your Publix chicken, everybody!
> Like this, Jayce can fuck him deeper, so deep that Viktor swears he can feel it beating against his heart
He probably can, given it's an 18-inch wheeler, lmao.
> Gonna fill your sweet little cunt
He better not get pregnant. That's going to be a weird conversation to have with your daughter.
> So fuckin' tiny, wrapped around me so goddamn tight
He sounds exactly like those questionable PornHub titles: 'Tiny teen IMPALED by huge cock!' but make it woke. He's just so uwu tiny compared to that huge man meat.
> The strength with which Jayce fucks into Viktor now, like he's racing towards the finish line, sends Viktor barreling out of the atmosphere
Not bad for a 40-year-old who drives all day and doesn't work out. Maybe he can wave to the ISS astronauts when he's done, eh?
> The head of his cock throbbing against his cervix
I suppose that's a fair trade for slamming against it.
> Every last drop milked by Viktor's fluttering cunt
Take a few shot for a fluttering vagina that milks a big ole dick like a cow's udder.
> Wonderful smell of sex weaving through his senses
Smells like a virgin, experienced like a prostitute. Literally every man's dream (wo)man.
> If Jayce looked hard enough, maybe he could see his heart drumming beneath his ribcage
Literally. He's that fucking bony.
> You lovin' me is the best thing that's happened...in a long, long time
Then you look at this in context and it's a 40-year-old man expecting an 18-year-old to give it all up for him because he was too violent for his first, normie 'cis' wife and daughter. Reminder he avoided bringing that up to his own daughter because she would've found that weird (surprisingly, she did not, because the narrative demands it).
> He could have very easily been lost to the world, forgotten and unremarkable, important to no one, dead to everyone
> Be a trans man
> You cut yourself because you can't deal with the crises of your life as an 18-year-old prostitute
> Admits that no one would have missed your sacred transness if you just went and died
> Author thinks this is the most depressing thing ever
You want to know something else that's depressing? This next line:
> I've spent over forty years looking for you
You know, as much as I mock shitty smut dialogue, I was almost able to give this a pass. It's just heterosexual sex between a DILF and a 'tiny' AFAB wet hole. Then when Sarah puts this shit in, it gets weird. For the record, it is WEIRD AS HELL to have a 40-year-old tell you he has spent 'over forty years' looking for you. It implies his former wife, a grown woman, was not enough; that he had to wait until a barely legal teen that happens to fit men's favourite porn titles enter his life. This isn't Dracula's 'I have waited across oceans of time to find you'. This is a man with a daughter who got divorced because he was
so emotionally volatile his own wife thought he was going to harm their newborn. Yeah. That's a detail you should've never added because that's all I can think of here. It makes the romance so much creepier because this is a man whose 'demons' involve domestic abuse. So while they're smoking in a motel where they're not supposed to smoke, think long and hard about this old-ass man who has a thing for younger AFABs stating he waiting his whole life to meet them. I cannot take smut seriously if it is prefaced with a man who sounds like a predator.
Even the Haybale Ho Shania Twain fic didn't do this. They were both adults there. This epilogue is gonna be wild.
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