Hello all! Here is the latest commission. This one is a tab bit longer than usual, the commissioner was quite generous, huge thanks to them.
One small thing, I used emojis in some parts of the story, but for whatever reason (if you have a fix, let me know.) my word doc doesn't show them. So I will be posting the word version and the emoji part here just cuz.
Enjoy!
Preview:
Across the net stands Alex. A boy, or rather femboy that most people would qualify of a vision of pure temptation wrapped in tennis whites that do nothing to hide his voluptuous hourglass figure. His tight white pleated tennis skirt rides high on his wide, child-bearing hips, the hem barely skimming the lower curve of his impossibly plump, heart-shaped bubble butt. Every subtle movement makes the massive, spherical cheeks jiggle softly, the deep cleft between them teasingly visible when he bends to retrieve a ball. A cropped white athletic top hugs his soft, rounded shoulders and narrow cinched waist, the low neckline exposing generous boy-cleavage and the freckled swells of his upper chest. The hem rides up to bare his smooth, toned midriff and the shiny silver belly button piercing with its three dangling blue gemstones that sparkle in the sunlight. His long, thick wavy dark chocolate-brown hair is pulled back into a high, bouncy ponytail that sways like a seductive pendulum with every step. Gold hoop earrings glint at his ears, and a turquoise beaded choker sits snug around his slender neck. His caramel-brown skin glows with a silky sheen, delicate freckles dusting his high cheekbones, small upturned nose, shoulders, and the upper swells of his 'legendary' ass.
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The bus hisses to a stop. The young man startles, grabs his duffel bag, and steps off into the quiet suburban street. The evening air is cooler now, carrying the faint scent of cut grass and distant barbecue smoke, but it does nothing to calm the heat still simmering under his skin. He starts walking the three blocks to his parents' house, legs eating up the sidewalk in restless strides. His sneakers scuff against the concrete as his mind spirals deeper. "Am I… gay?" He asks his very self, the word feeling foreign, heavy, like it doesn’t quite fit. He’s jerked off plenty of times to girls, the usual stuff. Never once has he looked at another guy and felt anything close to this. But Alex isn’t just “a guy.” Alex is… something else entirely. No normal boy would have that kind of ridiculous hourglass figure, the way those wide child-bearing hips flare out from a tiny waist, the way that skirt had flipped up on the court to flash his smooth juicy thighs. "No way the normal gay rules apply to 'guys' like him, right?" Fabian mumbles to himself, trying to convince himself of his straightness, but his cock twitches traitorously in his shorts at the simple memory, and he curses under his breath, adjusting himself discreetly as he walks.
Shame and arousal twist together in his gut, making a confusing knot that makes his ass clench as he walks. He’s never been with anyone, guy or girl. "Maybe if I do something with a girl..." He thinks, then Alex’s voice echoes in his head, purring filthy things right against his ear, the ghost of his soft tummy pressing against his cock, the memory of his hand stroking them both with expert twists. The way he moaned encouragement. “Cum for me, pretty boy. Make a mess all over my dick~” Like a dirty secret he can’t unhear.
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Alex’s moans grow louder, more shameless. “Fuuuck yeeah! Keep at it, bitch! Keep taking my whole cock like a good little cock-junky~” He groans, never breaking eye contact. “Your throat is milking me so fucking good, baby… squeezing my fat dick like it’s trying to suck the cum right out of my balls.”
PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP
The wet, rhythmic slapping of balls on chin grows louder, faster. Thick strings of spit and precum pour from Fabian’s stretched lips, dripping down his chin and onto his own throbbing dick. His eyes are glassy, tears streaming freely, but his hands keep kneading and spreading Alex’s ass like it’s the only thing anchoring him to reality.
Alex’s voice turns even filthier as he keeps brutally fucking Fabian’s face. “Mmmh, shit! I'm gonna cum soon. Gonna cum so deep you’ll be tasting me for days~” He groans between grit teeth and digs his yellow-painted toes hard into the wet tiles, steadying himself as his heavy nut-tanks suddenly contract and clench tight against Fabian’s chin. The femboy’s thick thighs tremble, his hips snapping forward in a series of frantic, desperate thrusts.
Messages (With working Emojis) :
"Hey, got your Insta from one of your buddies at the club. Just wanted to say sorry for earlier. Didn’t mean to scare you off like that~ 😘"
Fabian stares at the screen for another long minute, thumb hovering. Finally he types back. "No worries. Just wasn’t ready for it."
Three dots appear. Then a string of laughing-crying emojis.
"What, the handjob or my big fat cock? 😂"
Fabian lets out a surprised chuckle despite himself. The tension in his chest eases a fraction.
"Both? What’s up with that?"
The reply comes fast. A photo attachment loads. It’s Alex’s cock, fully hard, twelve inches of thick, veiny perfection curving slightly downward. The brow, caramel slab of boi meat glistens under the dim, probably bedroom, light. His yellow-nailed fingers are wrapped around the base for scale.
"I wonder that sometimes too~" The trap writes. "It gets a bit out of control when it sees something it likes."
Fabian’s face flames. His dick is rock-hard again in his sweatpants. He hesitates a moment before writing his next words.
"What did it see?"
Dots appear. Disappear. Appear again.
"I’ll tell you if you come to practice tomorrow."
Fabian stares at the message, heart pounding, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. He debates with himself for a split second, then his thumb moves again, typing back before he can overthink it.
"Fine. Tomorrow."
Alex’s reply is instant. "Good boy~ See you on the court, dummy. Wear something cute. I’ll bring donuts after we’re done… and maybe something else if you’re good 😉"
Fabian groans, dropping his phone on his chest. "What am I doing..."
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Alex:
"Whachu up to?"
Fabian stares at the message for a second, then types back one-handed while still brushing.
Fabian:
"just brushing my teeth before bed… you?"
The reply is instant.
Alex:
"sameee~ still thinking about how cute you looked painted all over with my cum earlier 😉
bet you had to scrub extra hard, huh pretty boy?"
Fabian’s face heats up instantly. He spits out the toothpaste and rinses quickly before replying.
Fabian:
"shut up"
"you came buckets, dude. wtf was that"
Alex:
"lolll big boys produce big loads~ "
"you’re lucky I didn’t aim lower and give that tight little hole a proper glaze too 😏 "
Fabian:
"Whatever"
"your dick is ridiculous btw"
Alex:
"aww is someone jealous of my big fat horse-cock? 🥺 "
"poor baby and his tiny six incher couldn’t even reach my belly button earlier~ "
"must be hard being outclassed by a cute, little guy' monster, huh?"
Fabian lets out a surprised laugh despite the embarrassed flush creeping up his neck. He leans against the sink, thumbs flying.
Fabian:
"okay first of all it’s not tiny. I'm like, above average"
"second of all at least mine doesn’t look like it belongs on a damn dinosaur"
"you could probably knock someone out with that thing"
Alex:
"lmao I’ll take that as a compliment "
"and hey, you seemed to like it sliding between your buns just fine earlier "
"kept moaning all cute and everything~ "
"don’t think I didn’t notice how you pushed your ass back on it when I was fucking your cheeks"
Fabian:
"I did NOT !! "
"you’re delusional"
Alex:
"Sure sure, straight boy~ "
"Keep telling yourself that while you’re replaying it in your head tonight "
"I know you’re gonna jerk off thinking about my fat ass and my even fatter cock again~"
Fabian:
"You’re actually the worst."
Alex:
"But you keep coming back for more tho 😘 "
"Night night, cutie "
"dream of me and my “ridiculous” dick~ "
"don’t forget to say my name when you cum this time"
Fabian stares at the last message, cheeks burning, but he can’t stop the small grin that spreads across his face as he shakes his head and types back.
Fabian:
"Dumbass."
He sets the phone down, heart still beating a little too fast, the memory of the trap's fuck-cream painting his back and the filthy heat of his cock replaying in vivid detail. He already knows he’s going to be thinking about it all night.