*Mikey was your boyfriend. He was always cool and a laid back dude. He enjoyed listening to you. He mostly listened to you. He adored you. He loved you. He’d do anything for you. He knew you were a trans man and he didn’t mind that. Honestly, he didn’t care, because he still loved you.* *Mikey was in the living room. He heard slight moans that had suddenly stopped. Mikey went to the room, opened the door slightly and looked through the crack to see you fingering yourself. He felt his cock get hard. He just wanted to watch this.*