Femboy Fetish

My name is Dylan Cross, but my friends back in Idaho call me "Dill." The nickname started in third grade, when my classmates discovered my strange affinity for pickles. Every day, my lunch consisted of a peanut butter sandwich, a juice box and three massive pickles in a Ziploc bag. Mama never knew that I always traded my sandwich for an extra pickle or two from anyone willing to make a deal. Sam usually had an extra one or two for me, and she was more than happy to eat my sandwiches and snacks. It was a perfect arrangement.

But life moves on. Right after high school, I landed a scholarship to Queen's College in mechanical engineering. Now I'm a nineteen-year-old sophomore in my first month here, just doing my best to settle in. Everything's new--new city, new people, new rhythm--but I still keep a jar of pickles in my dorm fridge. Some things don't change. What does change is how much I miss my family and Sam. I also miss Dad, Jeb and little Gracie with those cute blonde pigtails. I even miss that old cow Daisy and that cute baby llama pops just bought for out travelling petting zoo. Maybe I don't miss waking up at five am to shovel cow shit or spending every weekend tending to the animals.

Queens College feels big and stale, and here I'm just a number in a sea of faces. I still haven't made any friends, and it seems like nobody wants to hang out with the scrawny boy from a small farm town. Back home, I was popular and funny--people knew me there and they loved me. Back in elementary and high school, the girls would giggle and blush whenever I joked around with them. They used to fuss over my straight blonde hair, my deep blue eyes, and the two dimples above my lips every time I laughed. I wish Sam was here and still trading pickles for peanut butter sandwiches while she listened to all my stupid jokes. I miss her big brown freckles, her curly red hair and that perfect smile of hers.

When Sam asked me to prom, I was ecstatic. Sam had been my crush she started third grade, and we'd grown up together since then. Our families lived just three farm lots apart and shared so many beautiful memories together. Sam was always at my house fussing over Gracie's pigtails and hanging out with Jeb up in the tree house I built with papa. Most of the time I would just hang back and try to be cool, not wanting to make it obvious how much I was into her. I would usually sit on the front porch swing, rocking back and forth until Sam finally came to talk me. It was all worth it, because Sam was one of the prettiest girls in school. She may have even been the prettiest girl in town. She knew it but she didn't act it at all. She wasn't like those upper-class city bimbos from town who hung around the sports jocks during our high school years. Those bimbos smoked like crazy, and they wore so much makeup you could barely see their faces. Sam was naturally beautiful. She didn't need to cake her face with layers and layers of makeup to make her look good.

On prom night, we were slow dancing and I decided to finally make a move. It was the last song of the night and I was nervous. We had both just turned eighteen, and she was prettier than ever. I had been staring into her pretty green eyes, and couldn't take my eyes of her sexy red lips all night. It was going to be a truly magical moment, and my heart was beating fast. It was a moment straight out of one of the romance films mama like to watch on TV. But instead of our lips meeting, something else happened. I leaned in closer but instead of the soft sensation of Sam's pretty soft pink lips, my lips smacked right into a huge and very wet and slimy. She'd had pulled it out of her purse, and discreetly tucked the pickle in between our lips at the very last second. We both laughed so hard that we fell right to the floor, and when we got up we smacked our heads together. I still have the scar on my forehead. Sadly, I never got to kiss her perfect lips. I was too embarrassed to try and make another move that night, and Sam was too shy.

That night was the last time I ever saw her.

It's a complete mystery what happened to Sam. I rang her doorbell the next morning, and there was no answer. After ringing it and least twenty times, I went around back and let myself in. The house was completely empty, and all their furniture was gone. Her dads F150 still sat in the driveway, and all the farm equipment was parked out back. Rufus wasn't barking and Sam's dad wasn't yelling at him to shut up. It looked like her whole family had just picked up and vanished in the middle of the night.

My parents had no answers. No one in town did. Rumors spread like wildfire. The Davis family at the end of road swore they saw a spaceship over their barn that night, but no one believed them. That's because they're a bunch of inbred whackos that drank so much moonshine they practically went blind. Who's going to believe a bunch of jibber-jabber from a family whose eyeballs move the wrong way? I almost believed them myself, but it was just too weird of a story.

That day, my pickle addiction disappeared. So did my confidence and my ability to talk to women. It was all lost when I lost Sam. Now, I spend most of my time studying science and running track to stay in shape. I guess I'm still searching for something--maybe for answers, maybe for that pretty curly-haired redheaded crush of mine.

My roommate Toby is very much the opposite of me. He's what they call the big man on campus, and he goes to every party. If there's a party, he's there and he's the life of that party. He dances until all hours of the night; he's often the DJ, the bartender and the promoter. Even his voice is contagious and seems to work to get the crowd going. He can also out drink anyone in the college, and he's quite proud of it. I've never been to any of the parties, but I always overhear the popular students talking about how messed up they got 'last night' or how much fun they had. He's tried inviting me, but I always lie and say I have to study for my exams. The truth is, I'm way ahead of my courses-I'm just a shy skinny farm boy who's afraid of what a party is. I don't how he manages to complete a single course the way he stumbles into the room at three-am almost every night. But he somehow has some of the best grades in his program.

He's as handsome as he is charismatic. Back home in Idaho, most us farm boys are strong but skinny. Up until know I had never seen a black man, never mind a as big as Toby. I guess that's what happens when you're from a tiny farm community. Toby is truly a monster of a man, and probably the biggest guy I've ever seen in my entire life. My guess is that he's probably around three hundred pounds of solid muscle.

During the first few months of college, I discovered something new about myself. I was sitting up on a hill overlooking the college field, and studying for an upcoming biology exam. It was a beautiful summer's day, and the library was way too noisy for me to concentrate. Pretty soon my studying was interrupted by a very loud game of volleyball. There was so much yelling and cheering that I set the books aside and leaned up to watch the game.

The female players were absolutely beautiful, and I couldn't help but stare just a little bit. Their bodies were well toned and they all most perfect butts. With every jump their perfect butts would jiggle and bounce in every direction, drawing me in more and more. If papa saw me staring, he sure as hell would slap me sideways! I knew it wasn't polite to stare-but it's pretty hard not to.

Of course their tiny black volleyball shorts left very little too the imagination. I completely gave up on studying and kept staring and staring, and then staring some more. Lucky for me, I was so high up on the hill there wasn't a chance in hell they would notice me.

Then it happened, it was the first time in my life. My eyes wandered away from the sexy volleyball players. I couldn't help it. He was just incredibly good looking. He was so hot that I started to feel myself getting hard just looking at his tall and perfect body. Papa would certainly smack me silly if he saw me lusting after another man, and I'm sure Pastor Will would have a thing to say about it. But this was just me, and nobody would ever know. Yes, I was getting hard over a guy. It felt wrong but the swelling inside my tight cotton underwear was getting thicker and thicker.

The handsome shirtless blonde towered over the other players. He was sweating a lot, and beads of dirt and sweat poured down his big robust chest. The sweat and dirt kept rolling down his body, creating a thick layer all over his chiseled abs. Every time he slammed the ball it seemed like his chest was 'flexing', and every time his huge muscular arms flew up in the air I could feel myself getting harder. Now I had a full erection.

I tried hard to re-open my books and continue studying. I did my best to ignore my urges just like Pastor Will always taught us in church, but I couldn't help staring at him. Peeking out through my book, my eyes wandered right back to his dirty sweaty body. The teams had switched sides and I was staring directly at the front of his body. He was swinging his arms all the way up, and there was something very long dangling inside his of his tight volleyball shorts. The next time he swung up his arms, I could see the big tip of his cock pushing against his shorts. I was so into him that I could feel the start of something dripping inside my underwear, and spilling all over the front of my cotton underwear.

I couldn't stop staring at him, and fantasying about seeing his perfect naked body. Then he turned around, giving me a really nice view of his strong backside. My eyes wandered downwards again, stopping just under his waist. That was a big moment for me. It was the moment I discovered that I was into guys, and staring right at a guy's hot sweaty ass. But Queens College is also a religious school and being into guys was very much forbidden here. But that didn't stop me from secretly watching him the rest of the game, and staring at his beautiful body every chance I got. From that moment on, the tall grass became my new 'study spot'. Lucky for me he always played shirtless. From all the yelling and cheering, I even learned what his name was. Every time 'Sven' would bend down to pick up the ball during his volleyball games, another rush would spread through me, and I could feel myself getting rock hard.

Then one day right in middle of their game, the skies opened up and it started pouring rain. At first the players didn't seem to care, and continued with their volleyball game. But after a few minutes everyone was slipping and sliding and the game turned into a big wet muddy pile. Watching a bunch of hot scantily-dressed chicks slipping and sliding around in soaking wet clothing was definitely something hot, but once again my attention was drawn to Sven. His short were soaking wet, and I could see the clear outline of his cock. It was long and massive, and even bigger and longer then I imagined. The head was gigantic and his shorts were so wet I could practically see it every time he jumped up and down.

Finally, the team captain called it quits and they began to head back inside. Sven had his soaking wet arms wrapped tightly around a very pretty blonde on his right, and very pretty tall brunette on his left. Both the girls shirts were soaking wet and I could clearly see their thick hard nipples pressed against their shirts. They were smiling and giggling at him, clearly infatuated with him and having no problem with the way he was jokingly squeezing both their butts. I bit my lip hard and got a really good look between his legs before finally running back to the dorm.

Two weeks later Sven joined my track team. It was pure torture for me and a very big distraction. He was really good and would always get ahead of me when we ran our laps. It wasn't fair that he was at least two feet taller than me, but I didn't care because I got to watch his perfect ass-cheeks bouncing up and down in front of me all the time. His track shorts were much shorter than his volleyball shorts, and left little to my imagination. If he bent down to tie his shoelaces or do a stretch, his shorts would ride all the way up to his waist giving me a view of his sweet muscular butt. A few times I came inches away from him. I was so close that I could see the beads of sweat dripping down on his shorts. It was pure torture, because there was nothing I could do about it. Sven was obviously a ladies' man and I wasn't even sure what to do with a guy (or a girl).

After track one day he was getting undressed in the locker room. Sven couldn't see me because I was three rows over and hidden behind a row of lockers. I watched his every move as he peeled his tiny track shorts off his hot sweaty body. I got a very quick look and his naked backside, but I wanted to see more. I was so close to finally seeing him naked. So for the next ten minutes, I waited impatiently behind the lockers for him to return. When Sven finally reappeared he was completely naked. His small towel was slung over his left shoulder, and his long blonde hair was dripping down over his chest. Just as he approached his locker, I finally got a good look at his naked body. It was dangling down between his legs like a small snake, and it was MASSIVE! He wasn't even hard at his cock was almost triple the size of mine. My eyes practically flew out of head as I stared at him, wishing I could touch it.

When he reached up to dry off his hair, his huge cock whipped back and forth between his legs. The huge veins on his cock seemed to stretch out everywhere, and pop out along his shaft creating a sort of 'maze' of long blue veins. As I gawked at his huge circumcised tip, and impressive girth I could feel a small wet spot forming at the crotch of my track shorts. He didn't have hair anywhere near his cock or on his balls, which made everything more noticeable and seem much bigger. Gawking at his cock was only making harder and harder and now that wet spot had really started to expand. Whatever that wet stuff was, it was now slowly dripping down along my cock, running down and dripping my thigh. As discreetly as I could, I reached inside of my shorts and began to wrap my hand around my messy cock.

Still completely unaware of me staring and touching myself, he turned around to get his clothes out of his locker. Even with his back towards me, I could see his cock dangling loosely between his long muscular legs. He spread his legs wide apart continued to dry himself off. As he wiped his ass up and down, his bare butt cheeks bounced wildly. His ass was smooth and toned like the female volleyball players, but the way he seemed to flex them when he moved around made his ass so much sexier.

While he pulled the towel up and down, he spread his cheeks spread far enough apart that I could see his clean shaven pink hole. I could only imagine slipping my tongue in there or bending him over and gently penetrating him with my swollen cock (I still wasn't sure how it would work). I could feel my face turn beet red, as I moved my hand faster and faster inside of my shorts. Pastor Will certainly would not be ok with this!

I had never had sex with anyone, but his pink hole was so perfect and looked so inviting. I continued to watch as he turned around and finished toweling off. Another warm drop pressed against my tight track shorts, as he pressed his towel between his legs. His huge circumcised head slipped in and out of the towel. It was like a snake sticking its head out the grass. When he stopped and focused on drying his hair, I completely lost control. I bit my lip hard and a huge gush of warm liquid spilled all over my fingers and everywhere inside my shorts. There was so much I could see a huge stain on my shorts and it continued dripping down my leg. I held the locker again, but this time I was because I couldn't stop shaking. With my cock still dripping everywhere, I continued to watch his every move.

He threw the towel down on the bench, and pulled his tight white underwear up to his waist. His underwear barely fit, and the huge tip of his cock pressed hard against the soft cotton. I was instantly hard again, as I admired the massive tip in the crotch of his underwear. He turned around and pulled up his jeans and then put on a tight black T-shirt. Once his shirt was on, he grabbed his gym bag and headed out of the locker room. His jeans were on tight, tight enough that I could see every muscle of his perfect ass wiggling around while he walked out of the changing room. Thankfully I was way on the other side of the locker room and he didn't see me. He turned around for a second and looked towards the locker, as if he had forgotten something. I could see the huge bulge between his legs, and could only imagine opening up his tight jeans zipper. He started to walk towards me, but luckily he turned around and left. That's what I realized Sven had forgotten his little white towel.

As soon as he was gone I practically ran to the bench and grabbed his white towel. His towel smelled so amazing. It was a combination of shampoo and his sweat. But it was all too much for me. I held Sven's small towel in one hand, and while smelling it I placed my hand deep inside my shorts again. Seconds later, another load spilled all over my shorts and hand. It wasn't nearly as big and messy as that first load. I was just in time because the locker room door swung open and Sven came back in. I was still red in the face, and my body was shaking all over. Luckily I had my gym bag and was able to quickly place it on my lap to cover up my sticky messes.

"You're looking for this aren't you?" I asked.

Sven smiled and took the little towel out of hand. It was close call. He didn't catch me staring but my eyes were all over his crotch.

"Thanks man." He said, He smiled at me and headed back out.

I could have sworn he caught me staring at his ass when he was leaving the locker room, because he turned around and another big smile spread across his chiseled face. Whew, I was finally able to catch my breathy and take a much needed shower.

Night after night I fantasized about Sven's hot naked body. Not a single girl on campus came close to how hot he was. Every night I would slip my hand inside my pajama pants, close my eyes and jerk off. All I could ever think about was his perfect ass, huge dangling cock and strong tall body. Even his long blonde hair made his so hot, and let's not forget hot perfect his ass looked in those tight jeans. But what was I going to do about it? Even if he was into guys, why would he want a skinny little farm boy from Idaho.

Late nights at the track turned into locker room conversations with Sven. It turned out he was here on a teaching scholarship, and he came from a small farm town s in Norway (that explained the unique accent). His family had a little hobby farm with three sheep, a goat and few small cows. He agreed that he definitely didn't miss the early morning cleanups, but loved all the open space and the fresh Norwegian air. It was very interesting to finally have something in common with someone at Queen's college. He also missed his family, especially his younger sister Anna Lisa. But he was happy here, and loved the new friends he made.

Lucky for me he was very confident, and whenever we talked he was always naked. Sven had no problem walking around the locker room with his cock dangling between his legs, or sitting on the bench with the tip of his gigantic cock pressed against the bench. When we showered across from each other, I did my best not get hard or stare. But the minute he turned away from me, I wouldn't stop staring at his lathered-up butt muscles. I showered with my track shorts on, and always finish my shower first. I was terrified he would notice my slowly getting hard in the shower.