"Jesus am I soaking through my clothes?" Jon thought, well aware that the answer was yes.
In one, long swipe he run the whole length of his small hand against the wet patch on his leggings, a warm pleasurable sensation spilling from his nethers up his whole body making him feel sink lower and comfier into the couch. A blissful smile entered his face. This was way different than sexual pleasure as a guy. Just yesterday, when he masturbated, the pleasure was focused and sharp. Clearly there in his dick. This... was not that. Yes, touching his... parts... felt good but the pleasure quickly left that area and it felt like it spread more evenly over his body, mellowing out but also being more encompassing. Softer.
"Mmmm.." he murmured quietly. This felt so relaxing. Like a good massage. Except sexual.
He still wasn't used to the sound of his voice. It wasn't very high for a woman but it was a woman's voice and that was sufficient. Even something as simple as a quiet 'Mmmm' felt different in his ears than the voice he was used to since it broke a good few years ago. Which... gave him an idea.
He reached out to touch to the stone lodged between the couch's backrest and himself.
"I wish I was very... no... I wish I was extremely vocal sexually and that unless I concentrated really hard on it I would be simply unable to keep quiet when sexual pleasure is involved."
The rock went warm and as it did Jon gave his crotch another long, smooth rub.
"Ooooh!..." The same voice escaped his mouth except that this time it wasn't a quiet murmur, but a full-on moan. It's not like he didn't expect it, but it still kinda came as a surprise. Surprise enough for his non-occupied hand to shoot up to cover his mouth. It was strange - the pleasure itself wasn't any more intense. But something about it just sort of made his abdominal muscles contract involuntarily pushing the air out of his lungs, right past his vocal chords.
He tried to keep his mouth shut resist the urge to make sounds as he gave his pussy another stroke.
"Mpmphmm..." came out as he clenched his face in an attempt to stop the very obvious sign of sexual pleasure.
"Fuck, this... that's actually hard to stop" Jon thought. He then spared a moment to let it sink in that this is how things are going to be for the rest of his life. This time he didn't even need to touch himself because the realisation tickled his masochistic fetish enough to make him feel funny low in his belly, as with his eyes closed, he heard himself let out a quiet purr.
He opened his eyes to be met with the same view he saw just a moment ago, yet the soft curves and tight sports wear still surprised him. He could see his nipples poke slightly against the pastel blue of his bra and indeed he could feel two points of gentle tightness where his pecs should be.
His mind was still buzzing with ideas, he kinda wished he didn't have.
