In the quiet of his room, Ftm Transman lets his desires take over. He's been craving this moment all day, the tension building in his loins, his cock aching for release. He starts slow, teasing himself through his jeans, his fingers grazing his hardening length. He unbuttons his pants, letting them fall to the floor, his cock springing free, already leaking pre-cum. He spits into his hand, using it to lubricate his strokes, his hand moving in a steady rhythm. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, rolling them gently in his palm. He imagines a mouth around his cock, a tight ass taking him in, and with a final, forceful stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he paints the wall with his semen.