Femboyworld Femmart

Another low-effort FemboyWorld story. I write these because I'm horny and want to share my depraved perversions with you all. Not much editing here. It's just a bit of fun.

Slight warning, there is some food play/fetish in this story. If that is not your thing then please skip this one.

If you like this story please check out some of my other FemboyWorld stories and the Collab I had with the great Latinarita on their page.

Please comment with your thoughts and suggestions. I live for those!

All characters are 18+

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"No, Sir. No. We are going to get caught," My boy moaned as I held him with his back towards me as we were squished in a locker both naked.

"Come on, boy. Let it out. Let out that loud moan," I say as the boy moves the head of my cock against his hole as he pushes himself onto me.

He brings his hand to his mouth in an attempt to muffle his moan. The tight locker leaves little room for movement but his little ass is grinding up on me making me feel more than enough pleasure. I thrust harder, holding his smooth hips firm while I smell his vanilla scented hair. This femboy is damn cute. My favorite parts are his short brown hair and tan skin. These New Jersey Femboys love their tan.

So before you ask, yes I have a wife. Every month when my wife has her, "Special Women's Week" I coincidentally always have a "Networking Convention" in Central Florida. And that "Networking Convention" is a three-day, cum filled, ball-draining, cock workout, at FemboyWorld. Two years ago, I watched an episode of "My Actual Dream Job" of a sanitation worker at FemboyWorld. It was so intriguing. Everyone seemed genuine about their love for this place. So after seven years of boring sex with my lovely wife, I took the plunge and bought a ticket. Safe to say, I have been addicted ever since.

Today, I am on one of my favorite rides. The Hide and Seek ride in the Fem Academia section of the park. It is a continuous ride where you are paired with a random Femboy and have to hide in an American style High school for ten minutes. The twist is that for the man to win, he has to make his Femboy make loud noises so the Femboy Hall Monitors can find the hiding femboy. So your goal is to be found. You also have the option to be a Male Hall monitor where you try to find hiding Femboys who are playing with themselves in their hiding spots. But I love the former. I love trying to make my femboy give in and moan as loud as they can.

But this femboy is a tough nut to crack. To my discontent, my cock is not enough for him. He's moaning but not loud enough to be found. Shit, he's making me moan louder than him as he grinds his ass on my cock. I try to experiment by touching him in various ways. But the small, enclosed locker leaves my options limited. I check my watch and only four minutes have elapsed.

A couple more minutes pass and I look through the small air vent of the locker door. A sliver of hope crosses the vent. A femboy hall monitor is in the area. I fuck as hard as I can but it is doing nothing to the stout Femboy.

"All men fuck me hard, Sir. You need to do better than that," He teases me as he sees the Hall Monitor too. He sends me a sexy sneer. I hold him balls deep as my hands try to find his erogenous zones as if my life depends on it. My right hand finds his right nipple and he nods in pleasure as he accidentally lets out a louder moan.

"Gotcha," The Femboy Hall Monitor wrongly said as he opened a locker a few rows away from us.

I pinch his nipple harder eliciting a louder moan drawing the hall monitor closer.

"Come on, Sir. Don't be mean. I don't want to be found and return to class. Just fuck me softly," He coos. That sounds lovely but that would mean I would lose. I cannot give in to what he wants. I need to make him wail so I can win my prize.

My left hand roams as my right hand continues to play with his nipple. His moans are steady enough to keep the hall monitor in the area. Then with a last-ditch effort, my left hand reaches for his tiny cock and I rub the slit of the head.

My finger is coated in his precum as he whimpers, "No, Sir. Feels so, ugggh, good." The boy moans nearly shakes the locker and echoes. I found his sweet spot. His hole was now like a vice grip around my cock. I am almost there.

"There you are, Chrissy!" The hall monitor opens our locker and he sees my femboy cross eyed as my finger rubs harder on his cock slit. "Good job, Sir. I was able to find this delinquent femboy because of you. Now time for your sweet reward." The femboy brings us out of the locker and into a classroom.

Did I mention what the reward was for getting caught? No? Oh, I'm sorry. If the hall monitor finds you, your reward is a sweet, sweet threesome. So yeah, my desperation was warranted.

"I hate you, Tanner. This man's dick felt so good in there." Chrissy said as he hunched over the desk with his precum coating the desk.

"Let me help you," I mount Chrissy and take him from behind as I get a view of his little ass taking my cock. He gasps as if he missed the feeling of my cock. And I more than enough missed his tight hole.

Then Tanner slut drops to my left side and smiles. "Let me help with your creampie punishment, Chrissy." His hand strokes Chrissy's small cock making his hole do that vice grip feel again and then moves his mouth to my balls and gets them boiling. It was too much. Two sexy femboys at one time is too much.

I hold Chrissy down on the desk as I pump with my head in a daze. Tanner comes up and invades my mouth with his devilish tongue.

"Do it, Daddy. Give this boy his punishment," Tanner says as his kisses drive me all the way. I pump one more time and unload in Chrissy's tight ass. I hold my cock in him as I come down from my high. Fuck that felt good. I come out of him and sit on one of the desk chairs.

It was a beautiful sight seeing my cum ooze out of Chrissy's hole. "Can't let this cum go to waste." It was an even better sight watching Tanner lick up the cum escaping out of Chrissy. Yeah, I love this ride.

"Can I get your ID number," I ask Tanner while Chrissy is still flat on the desk.

"Mmmm, you like what you see Daddy?" Tanner replied as he licked up the cum that fell on his chin.

"God I do," I said as if in ecstasy.

"Well, today is your lucky day. Here you go, Sir." We both take out our phones and I go on the FemboyWolrd app. Among other amazing things, the FemboyWorld App allows you to track what ride or wherever your favorite femboy is while at the park if the femboy gives you his ID number. There have been some stories of rude customers being denied a boy's ID and how heartbreaking it was for them. The app also allows you to book VIP sessions with your favorite boy for an extra, paycheck-draining fee. Although I heard it was well worth the next three weeks of only eating ramen noodles. But not the good Korean kind.

I save Tanner's ID number and smack Chrissy on the ass as he revives from our play. I will definitely be playing with these two next month.

Just as I save Tanner's numbers, my phone vibrates and it is my lovely wife.

Wife: Hi Honey! Sorry to bother you on your important networking trip but can you pick up some eggs on your way back? I need to bake a cake for my Mom's birthday this Tuesday."

Two things that can shrink my balls in this world. The mouth of a femboy and the mention of my mother-in-law. Fuck.

I simply reply, "Sure, honey. Will do."

"What is it, Sir? Bad text?" Tanner asks in a worry.

"No. Just need to pick up some eggs on my way out. This place is in the middle of nowhere. I don't know if there are any grocery stores nearby."

"Don't you know? FemboyWorld just opened up FemMart," Chrissy said as he sat up and fixed his hair.

"FemMart?" I repeat.

"Yeah, FemMart. Good call Chrissy. You didn't see any of the promotional material?" Tanner said.

"I was too fixated on coming to my favorite ride," I said a little embarrassed about not knowing all the FemboyWorld comings.

"He must have parked on the opposite side of the park, Tanner. Don't give him too much grief. He probably drove here distracted by his horniness," Chrissy said.

"That is fair. Well, on the other side of the parking lot, FemboyWorld established a pop-up grocery store. Seems like a lot of married guys like you need to pick up groceries on the way home," Tanner said.

"Seems like fun. Thanks. Love to check out all the new stuff Mr. Knudsen comes up with," I said as I kissed each boy, put on my clothes, and left the ride.

I step out of the Hide and seek attraction and my eyes are instantly hit by the sight of men, both naked and dressed, walking the pavement. Sundays are always busy but I forgot it was "graduation week" here. "Graduation Week" is where Fathers can show proof their kid graduated High School or College and they get a heavily discounted ticket to only play and spend time in the Fem Academia park. Other weeks like this are Super Bowl week for Hooters and fans of the participating teams, Harvest Week for Farmers at Farmland in the spring, and Tech Week for fans of e-sports or all things technology in E-Boy Island in the winter.

Well, I paid the full price because I'm a dumbass which explains why the queue for the Hide and Seek ride was so long. Anyway, I blend into the crowd and walk to the tram station to take the tram to Mainstreet and head to the parking lot. My balls are sore so I don't feel like walking. Forgive me.

The tram is always quick so I do not wait long. I head to the front car which is the "Quiet Car". So I took the FBW pink pill when I first got here. The one where I can cum all day without getting dehydrated or sick for 24 hours. The only caveat is that I have to wait fifteen minutes in between orgasms. How this pill has not won a Nobel award still bewilders me. The Quiet Car helps time pass without being tempted into cumming... usually.

I love the tram because both men and Femboys ride it. Freaky stuff happens in the other carts but the Quiet cart is a nice reprieve from all the sex. Well, actually... No, that's a lie.

"The Tram has arrived. Please watch your step and enter the car," A sexy high voice said on the intercom.

You see, the Quiet car is pretty tame compared to other things FemboyWorld has to offer. Most men, drained after spending time at their respective rides, sit or stand and enjoy the view of FemboyWorld. Then the Femboys enter from the other side. If you were in the other cars, you would probably be a man who took hold of a femboy and shove your cock down his throat. Whereas in this cart, everyone just sits and rests. But if you pay attention closely, each femboy sits or stands with a man.

"How are you, Sir? Leaving FemboyWorld already?" Like I said. Here at FemboyWorld, I have noticed that no man goes unnoticed if you are on a FemboyWorld attraction. Even the tram. Another short brown-haired boy stands by my side as we hold onto the bar above our heads. I guess I have a type today. His soft features make me swoon a little. He's damn cute.

"I am, sadly. I come every month. Best three days of the month for sure," I reply.

"I am glad you had a great time. I am starting my shift. I am nervous, to say the least," He says.

"Why is that?"

"My first day at the park. I just got promoted from the FBWAir division. I am now a 'park-ready femboy'," He said proudly.

"Congratulations! I have flown FBWAir plenty of times. What if your name?"

"My name is Joey. I worked in the layover division," Joey said. Joey must be special then. The layover division of FBWAir is femboys who do nightly check-ups on flyers who have overnight layovers at the Orlando Terminal. I bet you can use your imagination as to what those check-ups entail. I never had the luxury of having one.

"I wish you the best of luck, Joey. I know you will be popular here," I say looking him up and down.

"Thanks. They are starting me easy today on Farmland's Big Red Barn ride. If they put me anywhere in Fem Academia, I may have had a panic attack today," He laughs knowing how crowded it is there today.

"Only blowjobs today then?" I ask.

"Yup, only blowjobs. Easy today," He said as if a weight left his shoulders. I love how excited he looks. A fresh Femboy is always a lovely sight and rare nonetheless.

The tram starts and the movement jerks our bodies together. He is wearing denim overalls and nothing, and I mean nothing else. He places his palm on my crotch bringing my cock back to life. I love the way he fondles me with his soft face looking up at me. I glance back at my watch and the timer has come down to six minutes. Fuck, I cannot cum for six more minutes.

I admit to him, "I can't cum for a little while longer, baby."

Joey smoothly moves in front of me and places his back toward my chest. "Then do you mind getting me ready for work then?" He whispers.

"Don't mind if I do," I whisper back. I lift his chin and kiss his soft pink lips as my hands roam his chest down to his hips. Apples. Mmm, the taste of his pre-shift snack of apples made his kiss lovely. His skin care treatment is worlds beyond my wife because I cannot help but keep noticing how soft his skin is. My hands find their two favorite places. A femboys cock and hole. His cock is about the same size as Chrissy and his hole was so smooth my finger felt like it could just dive in. And as Joey moved his ass back on my fingers, they did find their way in.

His hole was more than warm. Like my fingers sent a message to my cock that was all the way awake now. His small cock kept jumping on my fingers with each thrust of his ass. His small moans were like music to my ears.

"I wish I could make you cum, Sir," Joey said as he looked up at me and kissed me again.

"No, don't say that. I don't want to end up in the hospital," I say like a dummy. But I was right. The repercussions of orgasming before the fifteen minutes were life-threatening. Along with getting your face plastered on the Wall of Shame in the ticketing area as a reminder.

I keep playing with Joey as I scan the car. Other men are doing the same as me, quietly playing with their boys. Some are getting blowjobs, others just talking and some are kissing. No hardcore stuff here. It is just nice casual playing.

"I want to taste you," Joey says. He invades my pants with his hand and finds my cock. He grabs it, and takes his hand out and licks his palm. "Mmmm, I know the real thing tastes good," He cooed. I look down at my watch and there is a minute left. He puts his hand back in my pants and strokes my cock. Fuck, I cannot cum. But the determination in his eyes is damn sexy.

We both stroke each other hard as Joey moans, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy." Fuck he is making it really hard. I find myself thrusting into his grip now. Only twenty seconds left until I can unload on this sexy boy. I watch my timer all the way now.

Just as the timer reaches zero, the tram stops and the sexy voice says, "We have reached Farmland. If this is your destination, please safely leave the tram."

FUCK! I was so close.

Joey pouts, kisses me, and says, "Sorry, Daddy. Here is my ID. You have the honor of being the first guy I give my ID to. Please come find me next time you visit." Joey gives me one last kiss as I watch his tight ass leave the tram. I have not even left FemboyWorld and a little bit of Post-Femboy depression has come over me. I need this next month to fly by so I can come back and play with these boys.

My cock is awake again and I can use it to its full extent now. I want to hop off this tram and go fuck Joey's mouth. But I actually have to get home. Cannot have the wife suspecting anything.

It was a four minute ride to Mainstreet and I got off, fully erect leaving FemboyWorld. A damn shame. I remember what Chrissy and Tanner told me and I hop in my car and try to find FemMart. For a second, I thought they were joking because I could not find the place through the heavy traffic. I turn on the local FBW radio which can only be heard on the FemboyWorld parameters.

A commercial plays and a jingle comes on,

F.E.M. M.A.R add the T, we are the FemMart Grocery. The FemMart Grocery.

When your lazy wife, can't get out of bed, head to the FemMart Grocery. For all your lazy wife's homely needs.

When your husband, is a drag, get the ham at the FemMart Grocery. So you can eat happily.

So it is real. I honk my way through traffic and I finally find the pop-up grocery. It is one of those movable buildings that you can place anywhere. The front has big letters that say FEMMART. I guess this will do. Never know when this will disappear.

I park and head on in. I can hear the jingle again,

F.E.M. M.A.R. add the T.

, as I head in. The aesthetic was oddly nostalgic. Like a setting from a 70s sitcom. The interior was white with blue and red strips lining the wall. It was simple. And then I heard it. The unmistakable moan of a femboy. Good to know everything is still the same here. But there are actual groceries here. First is the produce. The fruits and veggies all look delectable. As if it was just plucked from the farm. And the prices were more than reasonable. These prices would be the best in my area. Damn, I should do my shopping here all the time.

Oh my! There are samples. Fuck yeah. There is a small line for the samples in the produce area. Only two booths and a crowd of men packing the store.

It is my turn. Each boy is wearing a pink apron with FemMart across the chest area. The lovely boy greets me with, "Hello, Sir. Would you like to try our FBW store-brand salad dressings?"

Would I? Don't have to ask me twice. "I would love to," I reply.

"Lovely. We are sampling ranch, balsamic vinaigrette, and Italian. Which sample would you like?"

I look down and there are three jars with the flavors the boy mentioned. The store brand is called Simply FM. I guess it stands for "Simply FemMart." I appreciate the discreetness.

"I will try, italian," I say after inspecting which one looked best.

"Very good, Sir," The boy stuck out his tongue and poured the dressing on his tongue. His eyes looked down at his tongue while he held his head back keeping the dressing steady.

God, he wants me to sample it by sucking his tongue. I shrug my shoulders and plunge right in. I bring my mouth to his tongue and slurp the dressing into my mouth. I hum at how delicious it is. Better than Olive Garden for sure.

"Sir, you left some on my chin," He says as he points to the left side of his chin. I go back for one more lick and my tongue gets a feel for his smooth face. This is perverted deliciousness. He smiles at me and says, "Thank you for sampling our delicious dressing, Sir."

That was refreshing. I peruse some more and find the eggs. The dozen brown eggs are two dollars cheaper here than at my local grocery. Bargain. I pick the best carton of eggs and put them in the basket.

I could head out now but I decided to investigate some more. Next is the freezer section. It has the standard frozen pizzas, vegetables, dinners, and ice cream. I could use some Ice Cream.

Oh my, they have ice cream from The Creamery from FemboyWorld. How the fuck did they do that? Are these femboys just made of cum? And the flavors. All from the Femboys with the most popular Onlyfans following. There's an Alex Wood flavor, Kai Francis, and Silver Berry. Fuck these boys are hot. The best of the best Femboys. How they mass produced their ice cream flavors is beyond me. Oh, you must be wondering what The Creamery is. Well, it is one of those, if you know, you know things. You just have to come visit FemboyWorld one day to find out.

The next aisle is coffee and sweeteners. Mmmm love coffee. And there is a sample station.

"Would you like to try our Chocolate Syrup, Sir?" The cute Korean boy said. My wife watches a lot of Kdramas so I know my cute Korean Boys.