The Fem-Boy Option

In all of first year, the one person who garnered the most attention was Braeden Sloan.

If you hadn't been living under a rock, any young man with internet access and a few private moments would have known the proper term for Braeden would have been "fem boy". Whether Braeden would clock to that himself was another question.

He had such an insane aura about him when he walked through campus, catching stares and quiet whispers, that nobody seemed to ever talk with him.

The guys I hung with would snicker as he passed but never mustered up enough hate to talk shit about him, which was weird because we bagged on EVERYONE.

It made me wonder if there wasn't some kind of deep admiration for Braeden, or a confusion as he seemed prettier than a lot of the girls in school.

Most of us had grown up in a rural township before applying to community college, so our lives had been about football, farming and cheerleaders up to this point. We'd all heard the stories about the bigger cities, and made the jokes - but nobody expected to move to county and be confronted with a walking, talking femboy. Yet in the first month of classes, Braeden was the subject of awe, not scorn.

"I heard that Tommy Smith dropped out because of him," Paul whispered one day in the cafeteria. I shot a glance over to the line up to see Braeden in a crop top and wide legged cargo pants.

"Yeah, and how's that?" Mikey asked between bites of food. Paul leaned in, causing an impromptu huddle.

"He fucked him. Tommy went balls deep and lost his mind. The queer kid has an insane ass that alters people's minds and Tommy couldn't handle it!"

Our little group broke out into laughter as I kept my eyes on Braeden. Norm put his elbows on the table and shifted his eyes about.

"No really, I heard he likes virgins and offers himself to straight guys as practise,"

"Yeah but the question is, I mean I'm no virgin - but COULD you?!" Paul giggled while he shrugged, causing the other guys to chuckle as they shifted in their seats. Lincoln appeared to be thinking it over before offering his take.

"I mean drunk in the dark, maaaybe. But I don't think I'd add it to my body count y'know,"

"Like you can afford not to pad your body count bro,"

"Yeah well does your fat mama count as three, or-"

Everything devolved into the usual bullshit between us, but while I half listened in and responded as needed- I found myself watching Braeden as he moved about in the lunch room.

He had the straightest posture I'd ever seen, and the softest face. And even in baggy gear, I could see the roundness of his backside. Maybe I could see how- nah. No no no.

But that conversation was all it took to get the guy stuck in my brain.

The girls in first year were all so focussed and driven and the older chicks wouldn't give me the time of day. So the idea of a secret hook up with a fem boy, especially one with a fondness for helping virgins...

So yeah, I found myself constantly looking for and studying Braeden.

I began to go online and look up femboys, almost training myself to appreciate their petite girlish bodies, their flawless skin and pert bottoms, even as dicks hung between their legs. I imagined mounting Braden from behind, his cock out of sight as I felt that tight little chute grip my cock.

He wouldn't make me touch it, right? Maybe I'd give it a courtesy tug?

Oh For fucks same, what was I thinking?!?!

I'd end up jerking off over the idea, but would always slam my laptop shut after finishing, Swearing at myself for being so stupid and horny.

But it was that, and opportunity one day that had me crossing the line from decency to depravity.

I'd gone to classes as usual, some of the guys were out with the flu so I was on my own that day. And I'd noticed that Braden was wearing this deep vee shirt and a pair of tights. It was the most gorgeous ass I'd ever seen in Lycra, and had initially thought it belonged to some amazing new girl. I'd just begun to clock it as Braeden when he turned and caught my gaze.

It was the first time we'd actually acknowledge each other's existence, and I nearly went into shock at being discovered.

Braeden had no reaction other than to look me up and down and memorize my face.

Later that day, I sat down at the fountain to eat my sandwich, only to realize too late that I'd planted myself within a few feet of...him.

I remember he smelled like coconut suntan lotion, because it was a beautiful scent that caused me to glance over and realize who was beside me.

Initially mortified, and feeling apologetic for the staring earlier. I'd wanted to try and be friendly, to start up a conversation that conveyed respect and reiterated my straightness. But the only thing that came out of my mouth was:

"Hey,"

I suppose in hindsight, if I'd wanted to let him know I was both safe and straight, "Hey" was actually the best thing to offer.

"Are you like the rest of them?" Braden spoke, his voice a soft tenor without a quiver of fear. His boldness took me aback, and I nearly felt offended. But I'd also felt exposed, knowing I'd spilled my load a bunch of times fantasizing about him already. So yeah, I kinda was like the rest of them I guess.

"I'm sorry, but I wanna say no,"

Braeden snapped off a carrot stick in his mouth, taking time to chew and swallow while drumming up a response.

"So you're not some confused virgin who wants to get me in bed for practise?"

Ugh. Nailed again.

On my best day I'm a poor conversationalist, likely due to the company I keep. But if the abrupt and direct question had me reeling- it was Braeden's accuracy that knocked me out.

"Fuck off- I mean I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you've got me confused for someone else, I gotta go,"

I repacked my sandwich in a blustery huff. My cheeks burned as I struggled to get my stuff together and stand up to go. I'd come too close to the flame here, I'd-

"I would for you," Braeden spat out. "I mean I don't- I've heard the rumours and shit, but for a guy like you..."

What had stopped me still, and had me turning around was the sudden drop of character in Braeden's voice. It was no longer confident and tight, no longer the authoritative ice queen we'd all imagined. Despite our physical and social differences, the Braeden that was now speaking had found a connection in me.

We were both just two horny losers. Or so I thought.

When I turned to face Braeden, I saw a satisfied little grin on his lips. Oh we were both horny, but only one of us was a loser.

He packed up his lunch and stuck it back into his purse, standing up a few inches from my face and reminding me of how short he was. He pressed a wad of paper into my hand and looked down demurely.

"Call me... tonight... so we can arrange something,"

"Just between us?"

"Just between us big boy,"

And with that, he turned and gave me another view of that inrcredible ass.

Had this whole exchange happened with a girl, I'd have jumped so high I could've kicked the moon. I'd have been texting the guys in a premature victory lap, and celebrating the imminent loss of my v-card. Instead, there I stood in the courtyard with a boys phone number and a hard-on.

I hyper focussed the rest of the day, studies, just studies. Nah, I'd committed to nothing. I said nothing. I just took Braeden's phone number nothing else. I told him nothing. I'm not a faggot, especially not around that trickery. Braeden was totally cross dressing, he was a trap. That's right! Dude mimicked girls just to confuse and trick and lure in straight guys. He was a freak. I'd never talk to him again. No way.

But as it turns out, the later you go into the night, the more the fear and excuses fade away and the greater the chances are you'll find yourself hard and grinding into your mattress. At this age, the availability of sex had a funny way of fogging one's morals and preferences.

So it was just before midnight that I recovered Braeden's number from the trash and plugged it into my phone.

**When can we meet?**

Two excruciating days later, after many a nervous hang with the boys trying not to tip my hand, or let on- two long and anxious days later I showed up at Braeden's. I'd put on cologne for some reason, and wore my nicest polo- a baseball cap and hoodie hiding my face until I got to his door. I'd barely had time to shove the disguise in my backpack before the door swung open and I found myself at crotch level to my girlish classmate.

My heart beat as I stared up at Braeden, who had come to the door in a pair of plaid pyjama pants and nothing else. The pale skin of his chest was spread over fine musculature, and I could see his ribs along with the defined abs and disappearing vee. He looked delicate and enticing, and the curiosity to touch him began to grow alongside the lump in my pants. I stood with my bag, claiming the foot difference in height between us and staking my claim. Braeden smiled and waved me in, brushing my forearm with his hand.

In the texts we'd exchanged, I'd been more concerned with secrecy and reminding him I wasn't gay than any detail. So I just presumed we would be getting right into things without too much chatter. The one thing Braeden DID insist upon is that I was fine with kissing. To him we HAD to kiss. Kissing was important. I had agreed, and when I arrived was thankful to see how clean shaven he was, and just how plump those lips were.

Jesus- I couldn't believe I was thinking this way about another dude.

Even though he was so soft and graceful and round in the right place.

I was here for ass I had to remind myself.

But even as brute as my intentions had been, I was heartened by the scene Braeden had prepared. The lights were low and yellow, with candles placed about. The bed had been made with an oversized plush towel on top for the mess to come. The decor was girly and playful and must have been comfortable to just hang out in even if sexy lighting wasn't employed. The soft strains of acoustic guitar could also be heard.

He had really seemed to go all out for this dumb horny hook-up, which made me think that even if I was a stranger, he wanted to show he cared.

"I thought we should shower first," He spoke from the door to the bathroom, which was lit by candles as well.

So I dropped my bag and kicked off my shoes and socks before padding in after him.

It was then that we shared a moment.

Closer than ever, our bodies inches apart, Braeden did something impetuous. He stood up on his tippy toes and threw his arms around my neck. Kissing me gently on the lips, then encouraging me to open my mouth. It had been the first kiss I'd had in a long time, and of course the first kiss with a boy- er, man. But it felt so much easier than imagined. Our tongues were entwined as my hands found a natural place on Braeden's back, slowly moving up his spine and appreciating his smooth skin. He looked like a girl, but acted like a guy- yet this embrace felt so incredibly natural.

To my momentary dismay he broke off, his fingers finding the hem of my shirt and pulling it up. Without the advantage of height, he struggled to get it off, so I helped him out - suddenly nervous to be seen shirtless by such an immaculate young man.

But Braeden was all for it, smiling as he ran his fingers through my hairy chest and gently squeezing my meaty flesh. My love handles, my belly, the folds and curves I ignored in the mirror and blamed for my failures in love- he savoured it all, practically growling as he felt my body.

This time I was the one forcing the kiss.

Scooping him up in my arms I pressed our lips together and sighed into his mouth. I could feel his little chest heave as he wrapped himself around my torso, immediately making me feel like a giant. Why the fuck did this feel so easy?

Braeden reached down the back of my pants, grabbing two fistfuls of ass and inspiring me to return the favour. It reminded me of the main event, the fucking of his life he was about to get, and I could feel my cock begin to leak.

Ambling down my body, Braeden was now focussed on my nudity. He'd felt the growing lump beneath him and now hungrily wanted to unleash it. Making quick work of my belt, his nimble fingers worked the button and zip, brushing my steely member as he went and causing me to shudder at his touch. He was careful when he got to my briefs, suddenly aware of how painfully erected I was. With caution, he pulled the waistband out first before yanking them down- my mushroom head was glistening in the candle light, spitting out tiny globules of pre-cum as Braeden went to his knees to wrangle the clothes off my feet.

I looked down at him as he drug his nose through my pubes and inhaled my scent. He'd closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against my shaft, a string of jizz slashing across his face. Braeden looked so sweet and nasty on the floor, my cock now visibly throbbing while I thought about his ass.

Then without warning he'd run his tongue along my flesh, and swallowed me whole. I could feel the head of my cock in his thought as my eyes filled with stars. I'd never had a blow job before, so the sensation was breaking my goddamned brain. The wetness, the suction, the friction, the tongue. I backed up against the wall as my knees buckled, instinctively reaching out to grab Braden's head to warn him that-

...that...ughhhhhhhnnnnn...uhhh, uhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhhnnn

My body was going limp as I prematurely blew my load in Braeden's mouth. And it took everything I had not to slide down the wall. By the time I could open my eyes I'd been drained in humiliating fashion and could see all the cum that Braeden couldn't swallow dripping down his chin. His eyes were kind as he cleaned me off and stood up. He let me look away in silence for a minute, understanding my excitement and inexperience- using the time to wipe his face and sip some water. Then he united his drawstring and dropped his pants.

In all my research online, I'd known what was coming. I was going to hook up with the most feminine of men, but when it got right down to it there would be dick. Maybe it would be small or undersized, maybe it would be huge- but the fact of the matter is that there would be dick. I may avoid touching it, but it was going to be there.

In some weird way, I was happy to see he was erect. I wasn't so gross or off-putting. Maybe gay guys dug this dad-bod in progress after all. Maybe I actually was a stud, even if it was in the wrong places.

But Braeden actually did have a nice looking penis. He was cut like me, and just about the same size. But he had shaven or waxed or - well, he was completely smooth and hairless down there, which made his ballsack look perfectly round and tight.

While I regained my composure and got my footing, Braeden turned on the shower and checked the water, giving me my first glimpse of that womanly behind of his. Like the front, there wasn't a single hair I could spot, just that dark roomy cleft between his cheeks that seemed to call me. I stepped towards him as he straightened up, wishing I was still erect and ready, because I just needed a taste of things to come by.

We walked into the shower one at a time, grinning through the awkwardness as we tried to figure out the logistics with the water. As far as could tell, we were just going to wash up in here right? I mean there was a towel on the bed.

This time when Braeden slung himself around my neck to pull me down for a kiss, our bodies came together - and I experienced the jarring sensation of our penises colliding.

He was still very much erect, while I was at half chub, but it was an interesting dynamic because one moment it was upright against my belly, then the next it had slid between my legs. There was no logical place to put it, but by the time I started to harden again and our staffs were jostling at height, it did start to feel... natural.

By now our kisses were more relaxed and prolonged. Braeden did just feel like kissing a girl. But I was having mixed emotions, because I could just barely taste a hint of my own cum in his mouth- an idea that disgusted me, yet I allowed because I felt so bad for nutting so early and without warning.

This whole thing would just be between us- that was the agreement. So maybe this was just part and parcel with the whole secret hook up. In any case, everything was going to be moot by morning- so I started to let my guard down and have fun.

In hindsight, I think the stuff I began to piece together- the shit that became natural in that candlelit shower- was that it felt awful nice to be touched. I'd never even been naked in a locker room, let alone showered with someone. But for a complete stranger, Braeden's touch was so loving and gentle, even when turned me around and ran a soapy finger inside my crack. I mean, it was a shock and a half, and pretty fucking bold of him- but it was more like a massage than an intrusion- and it felt so goddamned good I couldn't believe it. By the time he'd put in a finger I had my face flat against the tile with my mouth hanging open. I was blubbering incoherently when a second one began to loosen me up and I tried to decide what would be worse- going on or stopping.

But he did stop - to my dismay- turning me around for another passionate kiss, then helping me wash all the suds away.

I'd felt like such an ogre next to Braeden, but the care he took with my body made me feel warm and appreciated. It was a pleasure I immediately wanted to share with him, so I had grabbed the bar of soap and sunk to my knees to truly show my appreciation.

Braeden giggled at the drama as I lathered um his slender hairless legs, feeling so bold as to look up at him and let his cock glance off my cheek. I grinned as I let it rub my face, teasing him with a blow job I was NOT prepared to give. He seemed to enjoy the callback, so he turned around and presented me with the gift of his two shiny globes.

I ran the bar of Ivory between his flesh like a credit card then began to soap up his cheeks, mauling him with my thick rough fingers. Even in the flickering light I could see the puckered flesh just inches from my mouth. It wasn't a pussy, but in the moment it was looking ever so edible. I dropped the soap and pushed my thumb at his entrance, causing Braeden to whimper against the wall. Goddamn it I just wanted to fuck it. I just wanted to stand up and jam my cock in him and make him cry. I wanted so badly to crush his tiny body as I went to town on that ass. Grrrr.

Instead I sluiced the water down his back, pulled his cheeks apart and dove in tongue first.

Braeden bellowed as I tasted his hairless hole, the reaction just encouraging me to double the efforts by stiffening my tongue and stabbing him with it. My fingers were leaving marks in his skin as I spread his butt apart, lapping at the sensitive bud as he slapped the tile above.

Then in an instant I sat back- shocked at my actions and recognizing the line I'd crossed. What the fuck was I doing?! The water continued falling on me as I sat on the shower floor, Braeden sliding down to meet me, his spindly legs all akimbo.

We looked each other in the eyes and I could see him panting as he caught the worry in my face. He leaned forward and began to kiss me slowly. One by one, a quiet series of apologies and encouragements as he tried to bring me back from the edge. It had seemed we had gone from a crude shag to a scary, life changing moment in the course of a half hour. My lust and curiousity had brought me here, but now I was near panic- and needed to see Braeden as a loving, caring friend.

He crawled up behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest, the pair of us under the waterfall unable to speak or see. And we just stayed like that for a moment, just feeling safe and unmoving.

Braeden's arms were white and smooth, and I could really see the contrast in our bodies we sat there together. Unsure of the moment I began to lay soft kisses on his shoulder then pulled him up with me. Another quick kiss on the lips.