Sorry for the silence.

Hey all, I'm sorry for the silence. Work has been a lot and writer's block has been brutal. I'm trying to get back into things but I'm very rusty. I did write a bit today, so I thought I'd share that with you guys. It is VERY WIP but I wanted you guys to know that I'm not diddling my thumbs over here.

Also, I really want to write a trans man (ftm) character, but I want my portrayal to be sensitive. Do I have any trans man fans? Feel free to DM me or e-mail if you are interested in being a sensitivity reader.

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“Alright, Jun-kun, come over here!”

Jun obediently trotted over to the music video director. He was very excited to get started! Jun was known for typically upbeat, sugary pop, but this new song was more sad, like a ballad. He found it hard to record it, but he was most excited to shoot the music video, where his performance skills could really show.

“So in this song, you’re really sad that your girlfriend has left you, right? We’re going to have you dance, and then a rain machine will come on. Just try to feel the emotions of the song, try to pull from your own experience. I’m sure a lady-killer like you has plenty of heartbreak.”

The director was a young guy, maybe early 30’s. He was highly recommended by Jun’s manager, but Jun had never seen any of his music videos before. When Jun searched his name online, just a bunch of porn showed up. How unfortunate to share your name with a porn director! That must make it really hard for him to get work.

To tell the truth, Jun didn’t have personal experiences to draw from. He had never even kissed a girl! All the training and his busy idol lifestyle made it really hard to date. It actually wasn’t that big of a deal, Jun didn’t feel much desire to date a girl anyways.

Jun walked onto the stage, a simple square black box with a platform in the middle. The wardrobe girl came over to make sure the fit on his costume was right before filming started. Like all of his clothes, it was pretty tight around his hips and butt, but Jun liked the flowy loose white t-shirt and white pants. He thought the contrast between them and the black soundstage would look really artistic.

“Alright, let’s get started!”

The song’s slow, sad melody and strings played through the loudspeakers. Jun carried out the choreography with perfect grace, twisting and moving his limbs through the movement. Jun was happy to utilize some of his background in ballet with this type of song. He was so caught up in dancing he didn’t even really notice when the rain machine started.

As he continued dancing, the droplets rained down on him, soaking his clothes. The thin fabric clung to his body, showing off his lean musculature as he carried out the movements. Jun was completely unaware that the fabric wasn’t exactly the best for a rain scene… as he got more and more soaked, it became completely translucent, showing off his entire tight body!

Luckily, Jun was wearing a black thong. The wardrobe girl had given it to him, and Jun was uncomfortable at first, but she explained it was supposed to help shield him, like a dancer’s belt. Jun had worn plenty of those before, so he pulled it up and the girl made sure the strap was nestled in between his fat, round bubble cheeks.

“Alright, cut!”

The music stopped, and Jun snapped back to reality. A big, muscular crew member came up to him with a white towel and helped him towel off a bit, paying extra special attention to his legs. Jun was grateful that the crew at all his music video shoots were so careful and attentive towards him!

“I think it came out amazing, don’t you?” Jun watched carefully at the playback monitor with the director. He loved how graceful he looked dancing… until the rain scene started. Jun turned redder and redder, watching with more embarrassment as he saw the clothes turn completely see through, exposing his tight little body to everyone. Jun became hyper aware at how he looked almost completely naked, except for the little black thong pouch covering him.

“Uhm… it looks good…” Jun was not used to speaking up, but he had to say something. “But, doesn’t it look like… uhm… like I’m not wearing clothes?”

“Hm? What are you talking about? Oh, you mean how they get a little see through. Yeah, we can’t help it, but honestly it makes it look even better! Like, your nudity represents how vulnerable you are after she left you, how naked and alone you feel. It’s so artistic and deep, isn’t that what you wanted?”

Jun thought about it for a bit. He was a bit uncomfortable showing off his body in this way, but he had to admit the director was a little right. It did look pretty artistic…

“Why don’t you towel off some more and we can start preparing for the next scene? I’ll ask Ken to help you out.” The director nodded to the muscular, tan man with short cropped hair who had brought Jun the towel.

Jun followed Ken to the dressing room. He couldn’t help but appreciate the man’s body… working as a film crew must help you develop really big muscles. Jun was a little jealous, after all, despite his years of dancing he was always very lean and couldn’t build muscle at all!

Once they were alone inside the dressing room, Ken started to peel off the wet clothing from Jun’s shivering body.

“Here, let’s get you out of this, we don’t want you to catch a cold, right?” The man’s smooth baritone was very calming, and Jun enjoyed feeling his rough hands over his body as he pulled the clinging fabric off.

Jun was now completely naked except for his thong, standing in the middle of the room. Ken started to rub the soft towel against Jun’s body, rubbing it in small circular motions. Jun really felt like he was getting pampered! He always made sure to not act like a diva on set and be very nice to the crew, so it was only natural that they wanted to take care of him.

“Uhm…” Jun was startled at little as Ken started to rub the towel over his ass. With his two big hands, he easily palmed Jun’s bubble cheeks and was kneading them, getting a bit rougher.

“Just trying to make sure you’re all dry, Jun-san.”

“Right, of course, thank you…”

Jun tried to stifle the good feelings he was having from getting his cheeks played with. It was like sending electric shocks of pleasure to his brain. The sensation was getting more and more intense when Jun realized what was happening. Oh no… please don’t. Not now!!

Ken spread Jun’s cheeks apart and Jun yelped at feeling the cool air hit the soaked thong. He could only hope that Ken would think the thong was soaked from the rain machine, instead of what was really happening. Ken’s thick fingers tapped on the thong strap, right over Jun’s twitching hole.

“Looks like you got pretty wet here too… why don’t we take these off as well?”

“Please, don’t…” Jun tried to protest, but it was too late. Ken was already tugging the tiny thong down over Jun’s thighs until it rested over his ankles.