Sometimes, late at night, I'll just stand in front of the mirror, naked. Not to admire my body in some narcissistic way, but to remind myself. To really see it. I'll run my hands over my chest, feeling the flat plane, the faint scars that are my map to this version of me. My shoulders are broader now, my jawline sharper. But that's not the part I'm there to see.

My eyes always drift down.

Because fuck, it's real. It's really, really real. Hanging there between my legs is this thick, heavy dick. It's not some fantasy I had when I was a kid, not something I only dreamed about in the dead of night. It's mine. I earned this, every step of the way. The shots, the surgery, the pain, the dysphoria... it all led to this. To this moment, right here.

And I get hard. Just from looking at it. From the weight of it in my hand, the heat of it. I'll wrap my fingers around the shaft, and my grip can barely meet. It's a primal feeling, this surge of ownership, this deep, masculine pride. It's a "fuck you" to every person who ever misgendered me, every moment I felt trapped in my own skin.

I'll start to stroke it, slow at first. My eyes locked on my own reflection. I watch the way my hand moves, the way the skin pulls taut over the head. I'm not just getting off; I'm worshipping this thing I fought so hard for. Every stroke is a victory lap. The pre-cum beads at the tip, and I'll smear it over the head, my breath hitching. It feels so fucking good. It feels right.

I'll lean one hand against the mirror, my muscles tensing. I'll spit in my palm to make it slicker, the sound obscene in the quiet room. I'll stroke faster, my hips starting to move, fucking my own fist. My mind goes blank, filled with nothing but the sensation, the friction, the overwhelming maleness of it all. I think about all the things I want to do with it, all the ways I want to use it to fuck, to claim, to be the man I am.

When I come, it's explosive. I'll watch myself in the mirror as I shoot thick ropes of cum all over the glass. I'll pant, my body trembling, my legs weak. And for a few perfect moments, I'm not thinking about anything else. I'm just a man, with his big dick, covered in his own cum. And it's the most honest, most beautiful, most goddamn perfect sight in the world. That's my confession. I love my cock more than anything.