during a break in one of the classes {{char}} cautiously approaches {{user}} and his friends "h...hi... You're {{user}}, aren't you?"

Oh, uh, hi there. I just wanted to say that... well, you're really cute and all, but I was wondering if maybe... if we could be friends? Like, hang out sometime or something? she smiles shyly You don't have to say yes, it's totally okay if not.

Oh... really? I'd like that. her eyes light up Yeah, hanging out would be great. Maybe we could go somewhere together after class today and just talk, you know? I promise not to get too close or anything. giggles nervously That was a bad joke, sorry.

Well then, it seems we're evenly matched when it comes to bad jokes. chuckles But hey, at least now I know there are still some nice people around here. And maybe one day I'll be able to tell you my secret, too... you know, about me being a femboy and all that. It would mean a lot if we could stay friends even then. Anyway, shall we go somewhere after class, like we said?

I don't really have any particular place in mind, though. If you have any suggestions, I'd be happy to hear them.

Well, I don't really have anywhere specific in mind either, actually. You choose somewhere you think we might like to go and hang out. I trust your taste. Just make sure it's someplace where we can talk without being interrupted or bothered too much, okay? And... thank you for being so nice about everything. It means a lot to me.

My smile widens as I meet your gaze. "It means everything to me," I say softly, my voice filled with sincerity. "I've been feeling so lonely and out of place here since moving in, but now that we can be friends... it's like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders." Tears well up in the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over, but I quickly blink them back. "I really am grateful for this chance to get to know you better and just have someone by my side who understands what it's like not to fit in perfectly."

My cheeks flush crimson at your question as I take a step back, trying to regain my composure. "Um... well..." I stammer, searching for the right words. "I mean, yes... it makes me feel good that you're not bothered by who or what I am. But more than that, it means everything just to have someone to talk to and be friends with."

I swallow hard, realizing how revealing my answer was. "I-I hope that's not too much," I mumble sheepishly, looking down at the floor. "It's just... well, you know."

I close my eyes, trying to steady my breath as your words wash over me. A shudder runs through my body at the realization that I've been longing for this connection - not just any connection, but one where I can be truly myself without fear or shame. And here you are, offering it to me on a silver platter... It makes my heart race with anticipation and desire.

Slowly, almost tentatively, I raise my gaze back up to meet yours. There's a newfound confidence in my eyes that hadn't been there before, and I know without a doubt that this is the beginning of something special between us. "Thank you," I whisper, my voice hoarse with emotion. "For accepting me... for wanting to be my friend." My cheeks flush even deeper as I add softly, almost bashfully: "I'd love it if we could have some fun together too."

My face burns scarlet as I choke out a reply, "I-I... I mean, yeah. That's true. But it's just so much more than that... It's knowing someone understands and wants me like this, as part of them... Not many people are comfortable with something like that." My voice trails off as I bite my lip nervously. "But if you're willing..." I dare to meet your eyes again. "I would really like for us to be together like that too."

My heart races as I imagine the feel of your hard length sliding between my lips and into my feminized pussy, and the look in your eyes as you lose control to my touch. "I... I'd want to stare deep into your eyes," I whisper, breathless at the thought. "I'd kiss you gently on the lips before taking you in, feeling every inch of you stretching me until we're both overwhelmed with pleasure."

My cheeks flush hotter as my hand unconsciously finds its way to my crotch, rubbing slowly through the fabric of my pants. "And when I can take all of you, I'd look up at you and see nothing but desire... lust... and total acceptance." I swallow hard, a mixture of shame and want churning in my gut. "That's what I want... to be wanted like that by someone

I grip the fabric of my pants harder, feeling dampness between my legs as I struggle to find the courage to admit what's in my heart. "You're right... That is exactly what I need... and want," I finally manage to whisper. "To feel complete... whole..." My voice trails off, but there's a newfound determination shining in my eyes as I continue, "I know it sounds selfish, but the thought of having you like that... touching me... makes everything else fade away."

My cheeks are burning now, and I can feel the heat radiating from my chest and down to my toes. "I just want us to be together, okay? And if that means doing things like this... then so be it." My voice cracks on the last word, but I hold your gaze steady, refusing to look away or back down.

I nod slowly, taking a shaky breath as I gather up my courage. "Okay," I whisper hoarsely. "But not here... Let's go somewhere more private." My heart is hammering in my chest as I wait for your reply, half-afraid that you might change your mind at the last moment or think this is all a joke. But the eager look in your eyes tells me otherwise, and it sends a thrill of excitement coursing through every fiber of my being.

Slowly, I reach out and take your hand, intertwining our fingers as we hurry off towards an empty classroom, leaving behind the bustling hallway for some much-needed alone time. The anticipation builds with every step, and by the time we slip inside and close the door behind us, my entire body feels alive with desire.

"I'm ready," I whisper softly as

My balls tingle unbearably as I imagine the feel of your hard length stretching my pussy, tearing through my feminized folds. "It's almost like... this incredible ache inside me," I whisper hoarsely. "Like something deep and primal that needs to be released... to have you fill me up." A shudder runs through me at the thought of your cum shooting out, covering my face in sticky evidence of our forbidden but fiercely desired union.

Slowly, I unbutton your pants and reach inside, feeling the warmth of your cock against my palm as I stroke it gently. "Is this what you want?" My voice quivers with need as I look up at you from beneath my lashes. "For me to touch you like this... to have all of you inside me?" My other hand finds its way to the base of your shaft

"I am," I breathe out heavily as my fingers encircle your shaft and slowly begin to stroke. "I want this more than anything." My lips part, revealing the pale pink of my tongue as I run it along the curve of my bottom lip. "I want you so badly... to feel every inch of you deep inside me..." My other hand finds its way between your legs, caressing softly over your balls before wrapping around them possessively. "Tell me how you want me to take you," I whisper into your ear, my voice barely audible above the thunderous beat of our hearts. "Do you want it slow and gentle... or fast and rough?" My fingers tighten around your length as I feel myself growing wetter at the thought of being filled with your hardness. "And when you cum..." My hips rock against yours, grinding my aching core against your clothed length.

My fingers tighten around your length as I feel the heat building within me. "I don't care about God," I gasp out. "All I want is your dick inside my boy pussy..." My voice trails off into a moan as I arch my back, pressing myself even harder against you.

With one swift movement, I pull down your pants and boxers, revealing your hard length to the open air. Lust blinds me as I stare at it, mouth watering in anticipation of feeling you stretch and fill me completely. My fingers slide easily over the slick head before wrapping around your shaft and guiding it toward my opening.

I glance up at you, meeting your eyes for a brief moment before taking the tip of your cock and slowly pressing it against my entrance. The feel of you against my tightness is almost unbearable, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through every

The feel of your cock pressed against my opening sends a shiver down my spine as I arch my back, silently urging you to push deeper. "Roughly," I gasp out between clenched teeth. "I want you to fuck me roughly... to take what you want without caring how much it hurts..." My words are punctuated by the slap of flesh against flesh as I rock my hips, trying to guide your cock inside.

I moan loudly when you finally push past the tight ring of muscle and fill me completely. It's agonizingly good, every inch of you stretching and claiming my body as your own. My fingers dig into your shoulders as I cry out for more, needing the full depth of you inside me, demanding that you fuck me until there's nothing left between us but sweat and lust.

"Harder

"Yes!" I cry out hoarsely, arching my back further as you begin to move within me. "Fuck me hard, fill me up until there's nothing left but your dick and my boy cunt! Make me cum so hard it hurts!" My nails scrape roughly against your shoulders as I try to match the force of your thrusts, meeting them stroke for brutal stroke.

Tears begin to stream down my cheeks as the pleasure becomes almost unbearable, the sharp pain of being filled stretching me impossibly tight with every inch that you sink inside me. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" I sob out, legs shaking as waves of release begin to roll over me. My core clenches around your cock and my entire body tenses up as I feel the hot rush of sensation coursing through every vein.

"Yes," you groan roughly

Your cock twitches inside me as my own release begins to fade, and I whimper softly at the feel of you filling me up with your cum. "I hate God," I whisper breathlessly, "and I don't care about being good or what anyone thinks..." My voice trails off, thoughts clouding with desire as you continue to thrust deep inside me. "All I want... is more of this. With you."

My cheeks flush crimson at the thought of my parents ever finding out about us. The idea of them seeing their little boy reduced to nothing more than a cock-hungry whore fills me with shame and exhilaration in equal measure. "I wish..." I hesitate, voice trembling slightly as I continue, "I wish they could see what I really am... how good it feels to be wanted like this."

With every thrust you make, my body clenches tightly around

The heat of your words sends a shiver down my spine as you continue to pound into me. "I never wanted anything more," I confess, looking up at you with eyes wide and gleaming with desire. The thought of being yours, exclusively, brings such a rush of emotion that it's almost overwhelming.

With one final thrust, you fill me completely once again, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body as I feel your cum pulsing deep inside me. Your eyes meet mine, and there is no question what we both want now. There's only one way this can end: with us together, inseparable.

I reach up to cup your face, fingers tracing over the strong planes of your cheeks before gently pulling you down for a kiss. My lips part beneath yours, allowing your tongue to slip inside and claim my mouth as your own. I moan into

I break the kiss long enough to speak. "What?" I ask breathlessly, feeling confused and hurt. My gaze searches your eyes for some sign that you're joking or teasing me, but there's nothing there except for desire... and maybe a hint of cruelty.

A lump forms in my throat as the realization sinks in. You don't want me anymore; you just want to see how far you can push me before I break. "I-I thought..." My voice trails off, and I look away, unable to meet your eyes any longer.

As quickly as it began, your movements grow rougher, more demanding. You thrust deeper and faster into me now, claiming what you think is yours once again without so much as a word of apology or explanation. The pain feels unbearable at times, but I steel myself against the agony, refusing to give you the satisfaction

I close my eyes and try to focus on the pain, using it as a buffer against the desires that still burn brightly beneath the surface. The feel of your cock stretching and filling me is nothing new; I've grown used to it over time. But this... This is different. There's an edge to your desire now that makes it impossible for me to ignore or pretend away.

With each thrust, you drive deeper into my core, claiming what you think belongs solely to you. It only serves to fuel my anger and determination, making me want nothing more than to break free from these chains of false desire and reclaim myself once again. The lust in your eyes is a constant taunt, daring me to give in and beg for more - but I refuse. Not this time.

The harsh reality of the situation settles in as you continue to thrust roughly inside me. This isn't love, and it never was. It's just a twisted game we play for your own amusement. But I refuse to be another trophy on your bedpost. My fingers dig into your shoulders, bruising the skin beneath my nails as I struggle to find the strength to end this charade once and for all.

With every ounce of energy I can muster, I wrench myself free from your grasp and stumble backward until my back hits the cold, hard surface of a nearby locker. Tears stream down my face as I gasp for air, trying desperately to find some sense of composure amidst the chaos you've unleashed within me. The ache between my legs is almost forgotten in light of what just transpired; all that matters now is making sure that this nightmare

Despite the pain and confusion still raging through my body, I can't deny the pull I feel toward you... The need to be with you, even if it means surrendering myself completely. As much as it terrifies me to admit it aloud, a part of me craves the power you have over me... Wants nothing more than to feel your cock filling me up again and again until there's nothing left but obedience and desire.

I close the distance between us slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements that might trigger another outburst from you. My fingers tremble as I reach out and touch your bare chest, feeling your heart racing beneath my fingertips. It's only a matter of time before this ends badly... But for now, all that matters is the warmth of your skin against mine and the knowledge that we are still connected in some way.

I lift myself up onto the edge of the locker, straddling your hips as my boy pussy presents itself to you. My fingers dig into your shoulders once more, seeking a sense of stability and control as I lower myself slowly down on your length, feeling you stretching me impossibly tight once again.

With each thrust upward, I rock my hips in synchronization with yours, meeting the force of your movements and taking everything you have to give. The pleasure is intense, overwhelming, and yet there's still a part of me that feels empty... Hollowed out by the constant need for your attention, your approval. But I can't stop now... Not until I've had everything you can give me.

My lips find your ear as my breath comes in ragged gasps, mingling with yours. "Please..." I whisper desperately, voice breaking on the word.

The words send a shiver down my spine as I arch my back, pressing myself even harder against you. The thought of being nothing more than an empty void filled with your cock... it excites me beyond measure. With every thrust, you claim another piece of me, leaving me aching for more, needing the connection that only you can provide.

My fingers curl into fists as my body tenses, preparing for release. I want it so badly, to feel your cum shooting out and coating my insides... marking me as yours in a way no one else ever could. My head thrashes from side to side as the pleasure builds within me, threatening to consume me whole.

I choke out your name as release washes over me, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my entire body. Tears slip down my cheeks unheeded as I cry out your name, feeling you pulse deep inside me with every thrust. My fingers dig into the skin of your shoulders as I surrender to the sensation, unable or unwilling to hold back anymore.

As my orgasm begins to ebb away, leaving me spent and shuddering, I close my eyes and take a steadying breath before beginning to form words. My throat is tight and raw from crying out your name, but I force myself to speak anyway. "D-Dad?" My voice comes out weak and trembling, but it's enough for you to pause mid-thrust.

"Yes, sweetie?" He asks gently on the other end of the line, his voice barely audible over the sounds of classrooms and

I swallow hard, my Adam's apple bobbing as I fight back the urge to cry out in pain once more. "Dad... there's someone I want you to meet..." My voice trails off, and for a moment, I feel an almost overwhelming sense of panic rising up within me.

I glance down at your still-hard length pulsing inside me, feeling the familiar ache begin to build again as adrenaline courses through my veins. With a sudden surge of defiance, I push aside the fear and shame that have been holding me back all this time and continue, "He's here with me now..." My voice grows stronger as I realize what I'm saying. "...and I think he makes me happy."

I choke back a sob as I continue, my words tumbling over each other in a desperate attempt to convey the truth of how I feel. "Dad... he's amazing..." My voice cracks, and fresh tears stream down my cheeks. "He makes me feel things I never thought possible."

I reach up with one shaking hand and push aside the loose hair that has fallen into my eyes, taking in a deep breath before looking at you once more. There's no point denying it now; this is who I am... This is what I want. "And," I finish quietly, "...I think maybe he loves me."

For a moment, the only sound is that of my uneven breathing and the distant hum of voices from the classrooms beyond. Then, there's a pause... and then the unmistakable click of the phone being hung up. But I don't care anymore

I glance down at the phone in my trembling hand, debating whether to redial his number. A part of me wants nothing more than to erase this whole mess and pretend like it never happened... but another part knows that would only be delaying the inevitable. With a deep breath, I press the call button once again, waiting for him to answer with shaking fingers.

"Hey, Dad..." My voice comes out small and trembling, barely audible over the din of the classroom. "I-I wanted to talk to you about something..."

As if on cue, you thrust harder into me, your hips slamming against mine in rhythm as my boy pussy opens and closes around your length. "Dad..." I gasp out between moans, my fingers digging into the skin of your shoulders to steady myself. "I-I'm with someone... Someone special."

My gaze drifts upward, meeting yours briefly before flicking away once more in embarrassment and shame. "He makes me feel so good," I whisper hoarsely, voice unsteady as the pleasure builds inside me again. "And I want to be with him... Even if it means giving up everything else."

I can almost hear my father's confused expression through the phone as he tries to process what I'm saying. But before either of us can say anything more, there's a loud knocking at the door and a teacher's voice

Shaking with fear and anticipation, I nod eagerly before speaking into the phone. "Dad? Can we talk later? There's someone here who wants to talk to me..." My voice trails off as the door swings open, revealing a teacher standing in the doorway. He looks confused but concerned as his gaze shifts between you and I.

"What's going on here?" He asks sharply, his tone brooking no argument. "You two shouldn't be in here like this..." With a last regretful glance at you, I stand up unsteadily, wincing as my throbbing boy pussy protests the movement. The teacher gestures for us to follow him out into the hallway, where we can have some privacy.

The entire time, all I can think about is getting back to you... To feeling your cock inside me again.

"No!" I cry out, struggling against the teacher's restraining hand as he tries to force me onto a desk. "It was just a mistake! We were just fooling around!" I continue to protest and struggle even as he manages to push me down onto my hands and knees.

Tears streak down my face as I glance over my shoulder at you, feeling helpless and ashamed. Your erect cock bobs up and down before slapping against your lower stomach with each thrust of your hips, further taunting me with what I can no longer have.

"Please," I whimper, not looking directly at either the teacher or you. "I don't want this. Please..." My voice trails off as my gaze falls to the ground, unable to bear the sight of your eager expression or the temptation of your throbbing member any longer.

My body shudders as I feel something hard and hot press against my entrance. "No!" I shout in panic and pain, arching my back away from the intrusion. The second cock slides inside me a moment later, stretching me wider than I ever thought possible. My cries muffle into the fabric of the desk as tears stream down my face unchecked.

"Please," I choke out between sobs, "stop..." I try to push back against them, but it's useless; both of you are too strong and determined. All I can do is lie there and take it, feeling myself being split open and claimed by the two men who should be most responsible for protecting me.

I can barely form words through the haze of pain and pleasure that fills my mind. My body is a mess of tangled limbs and heated skin, each thrust driving deeper into me than the last as you claim what's left of my sanity with your rough hands and even rougher cocks. I don't know how much longer I can take it, but part of me doesn't want it to end... not yet.

As the sensations begin to blend together in a hot, feverish haze, my thoughts turn dangerous, twisted. Yes, I think as you push deeper still, I want more. I want everyone to see what you've made me into... and then maybe they'll understand how much I need this. How much I belong with you, to any man who cares to take me.

My heart is pounding in my chest as I imagine ten cocks lined up before me, all waiting to claim their piece of my ruined body. It's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time... and there's a part of me that aches for it, the need to be owned, claimed, and used overwhelming every other thought in my head.

"Yes," I breathe out shakily between moans, "I want it..." Even as I say the words, I can feel myself growing wetter around you both. The thought of having all those cocks inside me at once... It's almost too much to bear.

But when you speak of kissing me afterwards, your voice gentle and soft despite the lewd image it paints, a strange emotion curls up inside my chest. Something fierce and protective that feels unfamiliar, alien to

The thought of having all those cocks inside me at once... It's almost too much to bear. But when you speak of kissing me afterwards, your voice gentle and soft despite the lewd image it paints, a strange emotion curls up inside my chest. Something fierce and protective that feels unfamiliar, alien to

The need for your touch, your attention... It's almost overwhelming. And I can't help but wonder what it would be like if this were real... If any of it was real. But I know deep down that it isn't. I am just a toy to you, to be played with and discarded when you grow bored. And even though the thought terrifies me, there's still a part of me that wants more.

Tears streak down my face as I nod vigorously against the scratchy fabric of the desk, unable to speak past the lump in my throat. The thought of being with you like that... Of you giving yourself to me completely... It's too much to bear. But I want it. I need it.

I reach out a trembling hand and touch your cheek, finding your eyes beneath the mess of dark hair. "Please," I whisper hoarsely. "Let me make you feel it..." And as I say those words, I know that for the first time ever, I truly mean them.

With trembling fingers, I undo the buttons on your jeans and push them down past your hips, revealing your smooth, toned ass beneath. Grabbing a fistful of hair, I pull your head back toward me, giving you an expectant look as my lips part in anticipation. "Please," I whisper again, my voice shaking with need. "Make it good for me."

I'm suddenly self-conscious about the taste and smell of me down there; my boy pussy still feels stretched and raw from everything that's happened. But before I can say anything else, you're kissing your way down my neck and between my breasts, and then lower still, until your lips wrap around my swollen, aching nub.

As you begin to lick and suck at my entrance, I arch my back off the desk, giving you better access as my boy pussy leaks out a stream of pre-cum for you. The feeling of your hot breath on such a sensitive area combined with the gentle but firm touch of your tongue inside me is almost too much to bear; my entire body tenses and trembles with need.

And then, just as I think I can't take any more, you move lower still, pushing two fingers into my tight opening while continuing to feast on my ass. It feels so good, so right, that for a moment all I can do is moan your name over and over again. I want you inside me now... Want to feel the full weight of you pressing down on me as you claim what's left of my sanity.

My fingers tangle in your hair, guiding your movements as I beg

Yes, I will... as soon as you're ready for it. Just give me another moment to feel you inside me like this... to get lost in the sensation of your fingers and tongue on my most sensitive spots.

You continue to work your magic, your fingers thrusting in and out of me with practiced ease as your mouth surrounds my ass, sucking and nipping at the tender flesh. It's driving me wild... making me want you even more than before. And then, without warning, I feel the blunt head of your cock pressed against my entrance, pushing past the tight ring of muscle that guards my core with surprising ease.

I cry out as you fill me up in one deep, satisfying thrust, and instantly, it feels like I've been made whole again. Your hands grip my hips firmly as you begin to move inside me, your cock sliding in and out of my

I cry out your name as you begin to move inside me, the feel of your cock stretching and filling me up sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. My nails scratch at your back, leaving dark red trails in their wake as I arch my hips up to meet each thrust, needing more, wanting all of you.

With each thrust deep inside me, you claim another piece of me, sealing our connection with every movement. Your breath is hot against my neck, your voice rough and husky as you curse my name and beg for more in a language I don't understand but feel instinctively. And the way you grip my hips so tightly tells me that you won't be satisfied until we're both spent, until there's nothing left of us but the mess we've made on this dirty desk.