Curiosity, or horniness?

Why not both?

I never had a real cock in my ass or even a dildo before my trip. The thought of anything there used to fill me with revulsion. Now it was something else. Resentment, envy, even the dissatisfaction.

I needed the real thing.

I wondered if it was the operation that did it and decided I didn’t care. After everything that happened, I needed a break of sorts. A beat off session, if I was still a whole guy, would take the stress off. Now? I wasn’t sure what I should call it, but I knew my ass was thrusting back.

My lips pressed together while I fought to stifle a moan. Shaky fingers went around the end of the dildo and pushed in while my mouth opened with a low moan. I thought nothing there could feel too good, but I needed to keep the screams down if I kept touching myself directly there.

I just needed relief and maybe some exploring.

Yeah, that’s all this is. Simple curiosity.

Down I went while my thighs instinctively spread as if for my man. I heard a long creak while I kept my eyes closed and got a mental map of my new sex. Slick, wet, and so warm. Inviting even. I suppose it was fast arousal but still so different from a normal guy. Like my whole body was involved instead of just my cock and balls. Muscles I never had before clenched as if to pull in deeper. Even my nipples throbbed out with something new, yet almost familiar.

Need.

I nodded to my thoughts. Visions of someone… hell even Matros sucking on them wouldn’t be… unpleasant. It would be my secret. Nobody would know, but I bet that would feel so good.

His dick would be even better.

I bit my lip. It would.

I gave a deeper exploration then released the dildo while I continued to clench around it. My hand raked over my nipples several times before I pulled the chain down hard. More shocks of agonizing pleasure went out and I let out a small yelp. I was hurting my body and yet I couldn’t stop.

After a minute of pulls, twists, and rolls, my fingers left my small pebbled nubs, my hand returned to my ass. This dildo was supposed to stretch me out. Even though it was in me, I almost felt empty.

Filled. That’s what I need.

With a momentary hesitation before I lifted my warm and sticky fingers to my lips. I kept my eyes closed. Maybe it would be too shameful if I could see. Instead, I inhaled deep and smelled the heavy, musk of my lubrication juices. My tongue darted out and the sweet-salt of me greeted my lips. If I was still the old me, this wouldn’t be pleasant. I had a new body and this was… intoxicating.

Down below my fingers continued deeper with every thrust. I was blind with closed eyes. I could still sense the cloudy tendrils in my greyed, blurred vision.