Hey there. I’m Ved from Mumbai, 25 years old. Recently, I’ve fallen in love with femboys and crossdressers, so here’s a fictional story I wrote. I hope you enjoy it!
For the record, I’ve always considered myself straight. However, recently that changed. I had trouble finding girls, but my horniness was still there. It was becoming tiring to use my hand every night. So, I thought of the alternative.
I was aware of femboys, having seen them online, and I found them cute and funny. But I never had a cock-raising attraction towards them until now. I started imagining meeting a femboy and having him suck my cock and fucking his butt.
I admit, for a while, jerking off to that fantasy made me feel dirty sometimes. But no matter how much I tried to run it away from my mind, my horniness always brought it back into focus. The image of a straight guy having sex with a femboy turned me on more than anything else.
Around that time, Comic Con was announced in my city. My friends were planning to go. They were all thirsty to meet goth and anime girls there. I pretended to agree with them, but who knew that my eyes were on femboys?
We went on a Sunday. There were five of us. I had asked them before if I could go by myself and then link up with them later. But I hadn’t done that yet because my eyes hadn’t come across a femboy. We walked for around an hour, exploring various stalls and games.
And then I saw him. A femboy. He was at a console stall, playing a game. I loved his cosplay: white crop top, pink pleated skirt, and a small pink wig. Between the top and the skirt, a bit of his waist was visible. So slim and fair. A femboy tummy. I wanted to push my face into it.
I think my expectation coming to the event was only this. I’ve only seen a femboy in real life once. However, I was so drawn to him that I knew I would always regret it if I didn’t try to talk to him. I had to take a chance.
I muttered to my friends that I’d meet them later and made my way to him. Reaching him, I mustered up some courage and said, “Hey!” He glanced back and paused his game. He seemed slightly annoyed at being interrupted. “Hi.”
When he turned around, I noticed that he had a light dusting of blush across his cheeks. He looked so cute.
I asked, “You’re a femboy?”
His reply came quickly: “How’d you know?”
I scratched the back of my head in embarrassment and said, “Sorry. You look really nice.” Just then, I noticed that a dolphin stuffed toy was beside him. “Oh, you’ve also got your Blahaj!”
That impressed him. “Wow, you know your femboys!”
I smiled, “Was I the first one to get the reference?”
He laughed, “Yep!”
We looked at each other for a few moments. He looked me up and down and bit his lip. There was a nervous, awkward energy between us.
He let out, “My name is Anuvay, by the way.”
I replied, “Anuvay! That’s a nice name. I’m Ved.” I awkwardly added, “May I have your number?”
His eyes lit up with delight. He had wanted me to ask him for his number. He said, “Oh yes, of course!” and added his number to my phone.
I wanted to talk with him longer, but I knew that it was a big risk. I was too excited to control my awkwardness. It would be better to leave on a good note and reconnect later from the comfort of my phone. I said, “I’ll have to go now, sadly. My friends are waiting. I’ll call you later. Bye!”
Then I went away and rejoined my friends. That day, I enjoyed Comic-Con with them and called Anuvay the next day. Our conversation went great. I didn’t immediately let on that I was attracted to him. I just asked him questions about his life and showed genuine interest in him, and he reciprocated.
Talking with him, I got the same feeling that I got with girls. He had a high voice and a feminine way about him. But he didn’t play the usual mind games that girls often played with me.
This is what I loved about femboys. They had the prettiness and vivacity of girls. But they also understood my needs only as a man could, both emotionally and physically.
Anuvay and I got to know each other quite well in just a few days of talking and chatting. Soon, it went beyond that. Even though we never said it outright, our attraction towards each other was palpable. I sent him dick pics, he sent me ass pics. We sexted and had video calls late into the night.
One day he sent me a pic of his ass with “I need your dick in this” written below. I don’t think he was expecting me to take it literally, but I agreed to it. It was surprising even to me. I looked at that cute bubble butt and thought, You only live once. Why hesitate? I was finally going to do it.
He booked a hotel room for us on a Sunday morning. We met at a nearby cafe before going in. I was happy to see him again. His clean face, undone hair, round glasses, and petite shape. He came wearing regular boy clothes, but he had a bag with him with his femboy outfit.
I couldn’t wait to see him in it, and so we hurried to our room. He knew that as soon as we were alone, I would leap on him. But he wanted to be in his femboy outfit when we fucked. So, he told me to wait in the lobby. It was very tough, but I agreed. Finally, after a few long minutes, a message: “Come in!”
I opened the door halfway, slid in, and locked it behind me. Walking into the bedroom, I saw the hottest femboy ever. The contrast from how he looked before and now left me speechless.
He was wearing the same outfit he had on at Comic Con, but it looked way hotter. The sunlight fell on his face at a slanted angle, bringing a golden shine to his lips and cheeks like honey. Those lips. Thick and pink. He looked beautiful and sultry. I wanted to fuck the cum out of him.
Immediately, I felt a bulge tightening up in my crotch. I leaned forward and adjusted my jeans to ease the pain. Anuvay took two steps towards me, covering the distance between us, and fell to his knees. He looked at me with puppy love eyes, hungry for my cock in his mouth.
He unzipped my jeans and pushed down my underwear. My hard cock sprung out and bumped against his chin. He looked up at me again, delight in his eyes from seeing my uncut cock, and showered it with his love by pecking and smooching it all over with his soft, juicy lips. Then he set his mouth to work.
I could instantly feel his warm mouth and strong tongue all around my cock. I closed my eyes, threw my head back, and let out a slow moan. I put my hands behind his head and felt his movement, his head bobbing up and down my shaft.
After a while, I took my hands down from his head and held his cheeks. I felt the shape of my cock through his left cheek, pushing through, hard as a rock. I slapped it.
He removed his mouth from my cock, and I looked down at him. He had a wild look in his eyes, and there was drool all around his open mouth. He was stroking me. Then he dipped down again, but this time instead of my cock, he took my balls in his mouth, sucking them one at a time and then both together.
His mouth was filled with my heavy balls. I was close to coming, and he knew it. He again set his mouth on my cock and started sucking vigorously. I put my hands behind his head and started pulling him onto my cock. I deepthroated him. He held me by my butt cheeks and tried to breathe when he could.
He drooled all over my cock. Finally, I let out a huge moan and released my cum into his mouth. I kept going for a few seconds, and his mouth was filled with my cum. Still, he kept sucking and didn’t stop until he had gulped every last drop.
He was looking up at me and smiling. It was a smile of satisfaction. I was smiling, too. I put my thumb into his mouth, and he sucked on it. I pulled him up off the floor and started moving my hands through his body. Down there, he was stroking my cock into hardness.
Once I was hard again, he turned around and pushed down his skirt. It revealed a black panty with “Cum in me, Daddy” written in pink letters at the back. He twerked his bubble butt up and down and slowly slid it down his legs. Flicked it away with his leg.
Then he pulled apart his butt cheeks, inviting me into his pinkish boy pussy. This was the moment. I positioned myself behind him and directed my cock into his hole. It was so tight and warm. I kept pulling my cock out and putting the tip in a few times before I caught my rhythm—then I went wild.
After a few minutes of crazy fucking, I moved my hands from the sides of his waist to the front. His cock swung back and forth with every thrust like a pendulum. My biceps popped out as I used my arms to keep him still while my cock pushed deeper and deeper into him.
As we were both close to coming, I whispered into his ear, “You want me to play with your joystick?” His head was turned upwards, and his eyes were closed. He nodded slightly. I took his cock in my hand and started stroking it.
We both cum at once, me into his butt and him on the floor. His was a long string of cum, almost reaching the other end of the room. He moaned, turned around, dropped to his knees, and started sucking my cock again like he was thanking me.
Later, when we had cleaned ourselves up and were leaving the room, he told me, “You can call me whenever you want to do this again. I’ll be wherever you want me to be. Your cum is my life now. Never use your hands ever again.”
Anuvay sucked something more than just the cum out of my cock that day. He sucked out my straightness too. Only a femboy could’ve serviced me the way he did, and he worshipped my cock the way no one else before had. I wanted more of that.
I hope you got turned on by this story! I will talk about all the adventures I had with him and other femboys in later stories. To share your feedback or connect with me, email [email protected]. Thanks!