The chilly October wind felt like it cut down to my bones as I walked the tree-lined path leading to my campus apartment. All around my feet, the mix of orange, yellow, and red leaves whipped around in the breeze, making a raspy sound. This time of year was my absolute favorite. Spooky Season, I liked to call it. Scary movies, horror novels, haunted trails. I loved all of it. Luckily, my college was nestled in the heart of the Midwest, the crown jewel of the Halloween holiday. Black and orange decorations danced across all the buildings and dorms. It made my heart feel happy. I swiped my key card and entered into my apartment.

“Hey Alex, I’m home!” I chimed to my roommate as he sat watching the latest horror series he had been absorbed in. He looked up from the show and gave a soft smile.

“Hey Sammie, how were classes today?” He asked, both of us still learning about each other as we had only been roommates for a little over a month now. He was really nice and a bit of a gamer nerd like me. We clicked well.

“Oh, not so bad, I guess. Only four papers are due by Sunday,” I said in a sarcastic tone with a coy smile.

“Damn… sorry, dude. Keep your head up. At least you have your looks!” Alex replied in kind with sarcasm. I couldn’t help but feel like sometimes he was… I don’t know… flirting with me? But there’s no way he knows I’m dating Sarah from back home. Plus, he seems straight as an arrow.

“Yay, me!” I jokingly reply. I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

As I walked back to my room, a book bag heavy with textbooks, I couldn’t help but get a little bit giddy. My stunning girlfriend Sarah had messaged me four times as I walked over here, and I hadn’t checked them yet. But I kind of knew what it would be. She attended a different college about an hour away. She got accepted into their highly-ranked art program, so we had to go our separate ways. But we were trying to make long-distance work.

I opened my phone and clicked on her name in the text messages app. I smiled like a dork as I saw she sent three pictures and a text along with them. Her text read, ‘I think you need to rock these undies for me, my little soft boy,’ along with several kissy and heart-eyes emojis. My face grew warm with blush as I scrolled through the three photos, all of them a different set of soft, cotton panties with orange, black, and purple Halloween designs. This is my favorite part of being a secret Femboy. My girlfriend gets to pick out all the adorable outfits, and she has great tastes.

‘Hmmm… no thongs this time?’ I sent it back with blushing emojis and pink hearts. All of the undies she sent were full-cut to show off the Halloween designs.

‘I suppose I’ll just have to see what’s hidden under all that cotton. Especially with your little bulge poking out. All excited to spurt cummies for me in under 30 seconds.’ She replies, heart eyes emojis and laughing emojis reinforcing my small-penis femboy status to her. She knew exactly how to press all my buttons to get me worked up.

‘Ugh… not fair, baby. I want these undies NOW,’ I playfully typed. ‘When will they get here?’ I hit send.

‘Did you not see them at your apartment door? It says they’ve been delivered. I wanted it to be a surprise since it’s your favorite month!’ She texts back.

‘Oh really? That’s so sweet. But I didn’t see them, not at the front door, at least,’ I reply.

‘Hmm… maybe check with your roommate? Maybe he brought it in and forgot to tell you?’ Sarah asked.

I’ll check! But thank you for the surprise panties, baby. You didn’t have to do that!’ I reply as I walk out of the room, finding Alex in the same spot.
“Hey, ah, did you bring in a package for me? My girlfriend sent me something,” I asked Alex, a bit embarrassed by having to ask, especially knowing the contents.
“Oh, uh, yeah, I totally forgot about that. Here it is, bro,” he says, handing me the package from the coffee table next to the couch he was sitting on. I smile and take the package, thankfully.
“Thank you! I’m glad it wasn’t taken from our doorstep,” I say, only half joking, as I know college kids are always doing stupid stuff like stealing packages. I walk back to my room, eager to break out my new girly underwear. I text Sarah immediately that I’ve found the package.

‘Ooh, I’ve got it! Luckily, Alex brought them in for me,’ I sent the message with a smiley emoji.

‘I guess you owe me a little femboy photoshoot, honey buns,’ Sarah texted back with a sly face emoji, using her nickname for me ever since she saw my butt in cute panties after dating for roughly three months. I fell for her dominant female vibes very quickly.

‘Ahhh, I knew these undies weren’t free. You just want to see my butt in them,’ I send back with wide eyes emoji, playfully flirting.

As I set down my phone and grabbed a pair of scissors, I noticed the packaging had a clear cut in the top, with tape hastily planted over it to cover it up. I frowned a bit, confused. Maybe the delivery guy accidentally cut it and then re-taped it? But that didn’t make sense; why would he need it?

Suddenly, my heart dropped. Alex. What if he had opened them on accident, thinking it was his package? My mind swam with the possibility that my roommate had opened a package from my girlfriend to me that was full of girly, spooky panties. I dreaded the thought of that. I would never be able to live that down. What if he told everyone? I would be the laughingstock of college. I forced myself to stop thinking and calmed my heart rate. Right now, I needed to try on the panties and take some pictures for Sarah since they were a gift she was excited about. I was determined to try and check out any information I could from Alex later about the contents of the package if he even knew what was in them.

I opened the package and spilled out the colorful, spooky undies onto my desk. I felt a little too excited to have these sent from a girl who was so out of my league. It was like a dream, and yet… I was living it. I quickly strip my baggy boy clothes, which I wear to hide my feminine frame. My shapely hips and bubbly boy butt are sculpted perfectly when I glance in the mirror, happy at the progress I’ve made in the gym. I slide on the orange panties with little bats on them. I get an idea and slip on a pair of knee-high Halloween socks, completing the look. I lie down on my bean bag chair and take a picture of my adorable undies and socks, my little bulge growing already.

‘I found the undies, baby… and I think they fit quite nicely,’ I text Sarah, adding pink heart emojis.

‘Fuck. Why are you just the cutest soft boy ever?’ Sarah replies, adding heart-eyes emojis to emphasize that she loves how they look.

‘Hmm… well, I do have a girlfriend who keeps me in the cutest outfits ever,’ I reply, smiling like a dork. As I smile, my small cock continues to rise eagerly.

‘That is true…you’ve had some help. But I bet we can get those panties all warm and gooey pretty fast, can’t we, baby,’ she texts back, with suggestive emojis.
“Ugh… I might already be leaking..” I reply, looking down at my poor, eager little dick that’s creating a wet spot in the new panties. I’ve always been so bad at premature ejaculation, and Sarah has mastered the art of femboy undie-cummies.

‘Aww, already worked up, baby? It would be so bad if you ruined your undies just a few feet from your roommate. What would he think? You being a total soft boy that wears panties on campus every day.’

As soon as I read her text, my cock strains in the soft, stretchy fabric of the new panties. I moan softly, clenching my thighs together. She’s so good at manipulating me, even over text. I feel like warm putty molded in her hands. I begin to type back.

‘OMG… I couldn’t handle him knowing. Actually… the package you sent seemed like it was open and resealed when he handed it to me… I, I’m not sure if it was him or not,’ I admit to Sarah, my heart racing at the admission.

‘Wait- your total gamer roommate found your panties? God, that’s making me wet. How does that make you feel, baby?’ Sarah asks.

‘I… I don’t know…I’m just worried he’ll tell people,’ I say nervously, my cock shivering with excitement.

‘Honey… what if he wants to see you in them? Maybe he jerks off thinking about your cute boy butt strutting around the apartment in panties like a boy toy for him,’ Sarah replied, deepening the dirtiness as she always so perfectly did.

As I read that, my mind raced at the thought of a boy jerking off to the thought of me in panties… and out of nowhere, BOOM, my gooey white hot jizz began to spurt from my little cock inside of the underwear. I gripped my bean bag chair, groaning as each rope emptied into the soft fabric, my toes curling in pure soft boy delight in the ever-sought-after hands-free orgasm. I was not prepared for the intensity, and I finally relaxed all of my tensed muscles, panting for breath. I picked up my phone; Sarah was still waiting for a reply.

‘Ummm… this is so embarrassing. I just made cummies without touching myself…’ I texted her.

‘FUCK. That’s so hot. So you like being a lil gay for Sar Bear? We can have so much fun with that baby. God…I’m about to fucking cum riding this huge black dildo,’ she replies, feeling my face fill red with shame as she talks about that giant black dildo she loves, how it can reach places in her I could never dream of reaching.

‘Ugh… please cum so hard, my goddess,’ I say, using a nickname I had selected for her since she was so out of my league.

After a few minutes of radio silence, presumably while she rode that big black dildo like she needed its babies, she finally replied.

‘God, I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard… I literally squirted on this thing. All because my BF is a lil secret gay boy, and he never told me!’ she texts, with little hearts and kisses to tease me even more.

I’m not gay, alright? That was just like a super dirty text I wasn’t expecting,’ I say back, weakly defending myself as I lay there in soiled cum-undies.

You’re right, you’re not gay…you’re bisexual,’ Sarah replied with laughing emojis. I blushed even in the privacy of my room. I didn’t expect my girlfriend to tease me about my sexuality to affect me.

‘Whatever, I like GIRLS. I’m dating you, and we have sex all the time,’ I reply, trying to convince myself as well.

‘Oh honey… we don’t have “real sex.” That can only happen with real men. I just help you make cummies, and I enjoy my dildos. I mean, when is the last time you’ve been allowed inside me?’ she replies with snarky emojis.

I feel a little embarrassed and open my notes app to find the note where I keep track of the days since I was allowed to have any pussy. ‘Ummm… 64 days ago,’ I text back, along with a humiliated emoji.

‘See? So don’t pretend like you’re somehow out here owning pussy! You’re a lil soft boy, and that’s fine! The world needs you. But it also means you’re into boys,’ she says, adding laughing emotes for emphasis.

I squirm in my bean bag chair, feeling my cock begin to grow again, but knowing I need to complete some homework.

‘I don’t admit to any of that,’ I replied jokingly. ‘I need to write a few papers. I’ll call you later, my love?’

‘Yes, I need to do some work as well. Stay cute, and send me some panties pics!’ she replies, and I smile. Then quickly, another text comes in, ‘Ooh, and tell me if you catch Alex staring at that cute booty of yours!’ with a winking emoji in tow.

I giggled but set the phone down, determined to get at least one paper done after I cleaned up the gooey mess in my panties.

*****

I woke up and stretched my soft body in my bed, tired from staying up to write papers last night. Suddenly, I remembered it was Saturday, and I felt so happy. Finally, a day off.

I rubbed my legs together under the warm blankets, sneaking a peek to see the cute pair of baby pink cheeky panties I wore to bed after changing out of the messy undies I had soiled yesterday. This made me realize that I had to try and figure out if Alex had seen my girly panties in that package, and my heart sped up a bit. I was so nervous about the entire situation, and yet all those little things my girlfriend said were flooding my mind. Why didn’t he say anything if he had opened it and found it? Did he find it cute that I wore panties?

As I posed these questions in my mind, I felt my small cock growing in the panties. I shook my head, knowing gay thoughts were simply because Sarah had corrupted me.

I stood out of bed, pale butt cheeks exposed by the soft fabric of my panties that had ridden up my ass during my sleep. My soft bum gave a light rebounding jiggle as I stepped around my room, finding some clothes for the day so I could shower and use my day off wisely. I caught a glimpse of my booty in the mirror and couldn’t help but turn towards it and give it a little shake. It made me giggle to see how girly it looked now.

And I had Sarah to thank, the person who helped me realize who I truly was and get started on estrogen supplements. Ever since starting them, my hips have rounded out, and all my calories go straight to my butt. It made me feel so pretty and proud. However, I wasn’t brave enough to start living my life outside my room as a girl.

After my shower, I decided on a pair of purple and black cheeky panties, my bulge perfectly cradled by the soft material. I bent over in the mirror, hands on my knees, and took a picture. I uploaded it to my secret femboy social media account, where I had nearly triple the followers of any of my actual social media.

‘Boy, butts just wear panties better,’ I captioned the photo, smirking at how worked up my followers got by my bum. Lots of them left comments desperate for it, many of them filled with spade symbols and talking about how I was ‘built’ for BBC. I just giggled at how depraved other boys could be online.

After my little foray into social media, I got dressed in comfy dark grey sweatpants and a black hoodie with a Jack-o-lantern on it. I loved wearing Halloween clothes this time of year; it felt so special.

I finally stepped out of my room, walking down the hall to find my roommate making coffee shirtless. I couldn’t help but notice his slender frame, studded with those skinny-boy abs. ‘I bet his dick is soooo big,’ I thought to myself, knowing the skinny, tall guys are always hung. I shook my head, needing to stop all of these silly thoughts about him. I’m in a relationship with a GIRL. I don’t actually like boys. It’s just a fetish online.

“Good morning, Alex,” I say, stopping by the counter in our kitchen. I sit on the high-top stools for a moment, still waking up a bit.

“Oh, hey, Sammie. Have you got your papers done?” he responds, always mindful of my studies.

“Yeah, but I had to stay up pretty late to get them all finished,” I say, my mind wandering to the memory of me spurting in my panties without being touched. I blush slightly, remembering it all involved him in my thoughts.

“Well, at least you got them done,” he said with a smile, pouring a cup of coffee. Do you want some”

I perked up at the offer of coffee, smiling. “Yes, I would love some, please. Do we have any cream and sugar?” I asked softly, my brown hair flowing down to my shoulders and covering my face a bit.
“Oh, don’t worry, I know how you like it,” he says with a wink and begins to prepare my coffee.

I can’t help but blush at this. Hearing those words in a different context would have made me so worked up. God, I’m a mess. I thought I was straight, and all the ‘gay’ stuff Sarah talked about me doing was just a fetish for our sexting. But here I am, blushing over a guy I live with.
You’re the best!” I say, taking the cup of warm, creamy brown coffee from him and sipping it gently.

“Oh, don’t mention it. Anything for a cutie like you,” he says with a charming smile that nearly melts me.

He picks up his coffee and walks over to the couch, turning on an anime to watch. I’m lucky he walks away, as I don’t think I’ve ever been more red in the face from embarrassment. What does he mean by cutie? He must know about the underwear, OH GOD. Or maybe he was just being nice? I mean, he’s a really nice guy. I’ve been getting cuter lately. Maybe that’s all it was? Harmless?

My mind swirled with possibilities. I was far too nervous and sober to ask about what he saw in the package right now, but I was hopeful to try to figure that out sometime. I grabbed my cup of coffee and poured it over ice in my travel mug. I needed to get headed out.

“Hey, thanks for the coffee again… I’m visiting Sarah today, but I’ll be home tomorrow,” I say to him, my voice nearly shaking with nerves.

“Oh, that’s all right. Well, have fun. I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he said with a smile.

“Sounds good…” I stood awkwardly, swaying side to side a bit. Okay, um, bye, Alex!” I added, feeling so stupid as I sounded like a nervous wreck.

He’s just your roommate; chill out. I grabbed my car keys, turned to the door, and left the dorm. I let out a small breath of relief, realizing I had been holding it the whole time. I needed to get this under control. I took out my cell phone and texted Sarah.

‘Hi, Babe. Good morning. I’m all showered and headed to you,’ I send the message with kiss emojis, excited to see my girlfriend at her apartment.

‘Hey baby cakes, I can’t wait to see you. Did you pick out some cute undies to wear for me?’ she asks with suggestive emojis. I can’t help but smile like a total dork.

‘Yesssss… you know I always do. Just for you,’ I send with a heart.

‘Aww… and, well, like 4,000 other boys,’ she says with laughing emojis, referencing my social media soft boy account. She must’ve seen my post this morning. It makes sense, as she was also the reason I started that account. Her guidance has been invaluable.

‘OMG… I suppose that’s true. But only you get to grab it!’ I say, adding a blushing emoji. ‘On my way,’ I text. I climb into my Subaru Forester and take the little less than an hour car ride to her place.

*****

As I pull up to Sarah’s apartment, I can’t help but feel a tinge of guilt for how Alex has been making me feel. This confused and torn state in my mind isn’t a fun place to be. I haven’t decided how honest I’ll be about it all, but I feel like Sarah is the one person I trust in my life. I could tell her anything.

I hop out of my car, fix my hair in the mirror, and lock the door. I walk up the stairs to her apartment on campus and knock lightly.

As she opens the door with a big smile, I’m still always stunned by her beauty. It never ceases to escape me how lucky I am. Her dazzling red hair runs down to her mid back, with streaks of platinum blonde like lightning has struck her, but she just absorbed the energy. Her face is so pretty and symmetric, one of the few ladies who doesn’t need any make-up unless she wants to be even more radiant. Her full lips and cute nose always put me in a trance, but even her small beauty spot by her nose was the perfect accent to her distinct and goddess-like looks.

She kept her body toned with exercise, but she still ate well, leading to her having the sexiest curves. A perfect hourglass shape with a sculpted, strong butt. Soft, and yet full of muscle tone. It was her butt that could make me do any dirty thing in the world without question. I loved it that much. I worshipped it. It was the altar for all my sins.

Her perky boobs were just the right size, with small, adorable nipples. Thank God she likes femboys.

“Baby!” She said, throwing her arms around me and pulling me into the apartment. I smiled so wide, intoxicated by her body smell mixed with perfume. I could pick that out in any crowd.

“Oh my, big hug!” I say giggly, as I haven’t sent her in a couple of weeks. I hug her back tightly, as she’s very strong, so I have no hope of really escaping her arms.

“I missed you, my soft boy,’ she says with a warm smile and kisses my cheek. I feel her hands roaming my body, settling down on my soft butt. I gasped a little, still not used to the feeling of being groped on my bum.

“Oooooh, you’ve been doing those workouts I sent you, haven’t you? And taking your supplements? Because this thing feels soft.” she said, carrying out the word to tease me. I blushed warmly.

“Yes, oh God, I’ve been a good boy, okay? I’ve been doing everything,” I say, embarrassed about my body transforming but also extremely excited by her teasing. She’s a master of it.

“Just checking, love,’ she says with a smile, giving my butt a quick smack that earns a small yelp out of me, but I immediately giggle.

“Oh my God, stop it!” I say, meaning the complete opposite of my words. I smile and sit down on the couch with her, snuggling against your warmth. It felt so good to be next to her always. “So what do you want to do today? You said you had something special planned.” I ask.

“Oh yes, I have quite the day planned for you,” she says, gently laying her hand on my thigh, letting me know it’s there. First, I was thinking we could discuss what happened last night at your apartment. Then, I was thinking we might take things to the next level for you…” She leaned in close to my ear and whispered the next part: “Shopping for girl clothes.”

I gasped with surprise. Although I very much loved becoming feminine, I had stayed squarely on the side of being a femBOY. It made it more fun. This seemed to be another step up from that.

“Are… you sure? Like shopping for girl clothes… in public?!” I asked, my voice rising with anxiety. The thought of being humiliated was exciting but I didn’t want my social life ruined.

“Don’t worry, baby boy, we’ll be careful. Plus you’re an hour from your college. You don’t hardly know anyone but me around here.” she said, kissing my cheek. I blushed at the contact and relaxed from her words, which were making sense. I couldn’t really run into anyone I knew here.

“Alright… I trust you, and I want to take this next step with you,” I say, reaching out for her hand on my thigh and softly squeezing it. I smiled.

“Such a good boy. I love you,” she said and kissed me on the lips.

“Well, I love you even more,” I replied, kissing her back.

Suddenly, our mouths were hungrily seeking more kisses, her tongue finding its way into my mouth, exploring and dominating mine as she usually did. I happily let her control the pace. Our mouths disconnected, saliva erotically stringing between them.

“So… your roommate found your new undies, huh?” she asked with a little smirk on her face.

I blushed brightly as she brought up the topic. “Ughhh… maybe. I’m not sure. It just seemed like the package you sent was re-taped after he handed it to me. I’m just worried he opened it on accident,” I say, nervous about the whole thing. I can see Sarah’s smirk only growing.

“Why are you worried? You clearly like the idea of some boy knowing you’re a bit of a softie,’ she says, her hand slowly sliding up my soft thigh in my sweatpants. I began to squeeze my thighs together a bit, already feeling my small cock expanding.

“No… no, I don’t… that stuff is just for our sexts,” I say, echoing the same sentiment I’ve been telling myself lately.

“Hmm…are you sure?” She asks, a hint of sexy tease in her voice. Her hand slips further up my thigh, landing on my tiny bulge. I squeeze my legs together hard, whimpering as she makes contact. With her free hand, she slips behind the couch and retrieves something I can’t see. Suddenly, I feel a pair of goggles going over my head and I panic a bit. “Baby, calm down… just try these on. You’re a gamer. I’m sure you’ve heard of Virtual Reality,’ she says, and I gasp as I feel the Oculus Rift VR headset settle over my eyes. It’s totally dark inside them.

“Oh my… what are you doing? How did you get these?” I ask, totally perplexed by what’s happening.

“I won them in a student raffle on my campus… thought they might be perfect for a soft boy like you who can’t seem to admit his feelings,’ she says in my ear gently. She grabs my hands and guides me to her room, my feet shuffling slowly as I can see anything. She stops me in front of her bed, pulling my hands behind my back, and I feel her put handcuffs on them. This takes me by total surprise.

“Hey woah… I didn’t agree to any of this. Be careful. Ouch, those are tight!” I say as she locks them shut on my wrists. I feel a swift spank on my soft ass cheek. “Mmmph!” I whimper out.

“Don’t tell me how to take care of my soft boy, alright? You’ll be fine. This is a test, okay? You’re going to be a good boy and help me with my experiment, right?” She says, close to my ear again, feeling her warm breath on my skin. I nod my head, submitting to whatever she has in store for me.

“Perfect! First, let’s get these off,’ she says and begins to tug down my sweatpants, exposing my purple and black cotton panties. Sarah lets out a satisfied sound. “Oh yes, look at these… so cute. And they cradle your little bulge so well!” She snickers, taking one finger and poking my tiny cock. I squirm in pure delight, unable to see anything with the darkness of the VR headset covering my eyes. And with my hands cuffed behind me, I’ve lost my ability to touch anything. It was delicious torment, Sarah’s specialty.

“So, like I said… this is an experiment. Due to your persistence that you don’t have any feelings toward boys, we’re going to test that out with a little time trial,’ she says, with a wicked tone in her voice. I can barely stop myself from making pathetic sounds.

All of a sudden, the darkness lights up in my headset goggles. After a moment of my eyes adjusting to this new light, I can only let out a moan at what I see. Sarah has loaded a video of two very cute, pale femboys cuddling in bed. Since it’s VR-enabled, I can look around the entire scene. The room is cute and filled with gamer decorations, a lot like mine. Both of the boys wear striped knee socks and soft panties, both in a different color. One in pink and one in purple. They look so warm and comfy in the bed together, and I watch as they begin rubbing their bulges together in their undies. My cock twitches and grows even harder, reaching an excitement I’ve never felt before in my panties. Sarah notices this reaction and pounces like a cheetah on her prey.

“Uh oh… that doesn’t bode well for your time trial,’ she says, taking one finger and gently rubbing the end of my tiny cock in the soft cotton, making my legs tremble with pleasure.

“It’s… not fair. They look so cute..,” I say in my defense, not really helping my case. I watch closely as the boys continue to cuddle and rub together, being delightfully gay in their beds.

“Now… here are the rules, little man,” Sarah says, pushing me backward, and I fall onto my back in her bed. My arms are trapped behind me, and my poor, vulnerable little cock is poking straight towards the ceiling in my undies.

In the video on my headset, the boy in pink panties snuggles up against the other boy’s side on the bed. At the exact moment, Sarah takes up the same position against me. It’s like she’s timed out all of this down to the very second. I let out very feminine sounds.

“You’re going to watch that adorably gay video playing in your headset right now… and we’re going to see how long it takes you to make cummies. If you spurt in under 3 minutes, you’re totally a little gay boy. If you make it past five, I suppose I’ll start to believe that maybe you’re only into girls. Got that?” She says with a smirk in her voice, and I squeeze my thighs together involuntarily. I nod my head yes, afraid to speak up anymore in this vulnerable state.

Soon enough, I watch as the two soft boys get even more lewd in the video. I’ve never sought out gay porn before, and the sight of two bulges in soft panties is driving me crazy. It’s like I’ve found a new drug that’s been injected straight into my veins, producing a totally exotic and new high.

The boy in pink panties slowly pulls down the other boy’s undies, his excited femboy cock springing out. So smooth and shaven, just like me. Not a single manly thing about him… well, except the penis. I watch with my mouth agape as the pink femboy’s hand slowly trails down his stomach to the other femboy’s eager cock. At the same time, I feel Sarah’s hand begin to make the same path down my soft, pale tummy and towards my worked-up little cock, tucked away in my panties.

“No, no, no… oh god.” I let slip out as I realized Sarah’s plan. She’s making me live a very gay moment through the magic of VR. My trepidation is at the fact that I can tell this time trial will be a record for the fastest ever recorded.

“What baby? Worried you’ll like it too much?” Sarah whispers as my jaw goes slack while I watch the cute femboy grip the aroused cock that’s on display and begin slowly pumping it with his hand in the most deliciously gay moment I’ve ever witnessed.

I didn’t know the impact it would have on me, as my mind races in every dirty, homoerotic possibility. Sarah’s hand has deftly slipped inside my undies, gripping my meager cock and beginning to jerk me off with what feels like only two fingers. I grasp the sheets below my restrained hands, looking for a life raft in a sea of pleasure.

“Ohhhh god, oh god, oh fuck.” I moan out, my sexy, powerful girlfriend knowing exactly how to pump my little cock for maximum pleasure.

The femboy in the video begins jerking him so fast that my ears are full of desperate soft boy noises. The sounds of a femboy who wants to cum so badly and cover another boy’s hand. I groan, feeling my cum load very close in an extremely short time frame.

“Uh oh… remember this is a time-” Sarah says, and is cut off by her gasp as my cock begins spraying ropes of cummies into my undies.

I cry out like a girl experiencing a life-changing squirt. My thighs and legs quiver and convulse in a seizure of pleasure as I feel Sarah’s fingers staying completely still as I spray instead of continuing to jerk as you would for a real man. The denial in my most desperate moment has my eyes rolling in my head. The amount of gooey, hot jizz dispensed in my panties instantly embarrasses me as I start to come down from such a high. I pant for breath, my heart rate beating like a drum in my ear. The video continues to play, and I almost can’t look at it for shame, but it’s glued to my eyes.

“Hm… official time trial record… 34 seconds,” Sarah says, and I cringe as I hear her say the number out loud. I can feel my goggles fogging up with the heat going to my face as I blush. Sarah delicately extricates her hand from my panties’ waistband, wiping them on the side of my underwear. “I think you might have a thing for boys, Sammie,’ she says emphatically.

“Look… you just got me, like, all worked up? Okay? It wouldn’t be like that in real life. I wasn’t expecting the headset,” I say, trying to make some excuse to my beautiful girlfriend about why watching boys jerk each other off had just made me cum faster than any time I had been inside her. She pulls off the headset and kisses me deeply.

“It’s okay… I love that you’re so gay for me,’ she says with a genuine smile, and I can’t help but blush and smile as well. I’m still not sure how I feel about that gay label, having been strictly straight up until the last few months with Sarah. But I was so happy to do anything that made her excited.

“Well… I’m not gay; I just like being whatever turns you on,” I say, reinforcing my straight-ness to my girlfriend, trying to seem masculine and failing.

“This little guy begs to differ,’ she says with a smirk and gently taps my softening bulge in the undies. I look away, feeling another wave of humiliation wash over me. Sarah kisses my cheek again and hugs me. “Don’t worry… this all stays between us, okay?” She whispers in my ear, making me feel better. I hug her back, wondering how I managed to be living such a dream. My mind went back to all the homoerotic scenarios in my head from before, all of them with the central theme of pleasing Sarah with dirty, gay adventures.

“Maybe this whole experimentation thing at college could be fun..,” I say quietly, hoping to make her happy as I begin to accept this new dynamic. She pulls back from the hug and bounces happily on her knees in the bed.

“Really?! You want to try it for me?!” She says with a beaming smile. I could never say no to that beautiful face and her striking red hair that frames it.

“Within reason… okay? But I can draw the line if it goes too far,” I say, setting a boundary but knowing how easy it is for Sarah to get me to cross those. It was the way she so easily walked that line for me that made all of this so naughty and exciting.

“Yay! You won’t be disappointed, baby. I knew you would come around to this side of yourself. I knew it since the day I met you!” And she kissed me again. I couldn’t help but feel a bit of a backhanded compliment, bruising what was left of my male ego as she let slip that she had suspected me of this flimsy sexuality that she could mold into being so homoerotic. But it also made me feel tingly down in my bulge. I sighed, resigned to this new confusion. At least Sarah was so excited. That’s all that matters.

“Well… where should we start?” I ask, Sarah’s face returning to that sexy smirk she sported so effortlessly.

“Operation: Hidden Beauty,” she said, holding her smirk as I looked at her with wide eyes.

 

The End?

 

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