I’m not gay, but my college roommate is.
I’m wrapping up my first semester away from home, and he’s given me a firsthand look at the wild world of Grindr hookups. He’ll come home late at night with the most jacked, intimidating men I’ve ever seen in my life. They’ll close the door, and I shit you not, the photos we have hanging on the wall will shake with every thrust and impassioned moan. “You can get all the sex you want with the tap of a button,” he tells me. I’ve wished it were that easy with women.
Anyway, I recently flew home for my dad’s wedding. He and my mom are divorced, and he’s finally getting remarried. I was staying at his place the night before the wedding, and it hit me: the thirst. You ever been so FUCKING horny that you just can’t sleep? I was lying awake in my childhood bed staring at the ceiling and absentmindedly rubbing my bulge when my roommate’s words seemed to echo from beyond the ether:
*“You can get all the sex you want with the tap of a button.”*
I’m not proud to admit it, but I downloaded the app. He wasn’t wrong. It was shockingly easy, and within 60 seconds I was scrolling profiles of tight-bodied femboys. These guys were nothing like the burly beasts my roommate bags. They had long hair, big eyes, and the tightest, most supple bodies I’d ever seen. My eyes seemed to move automatically down their smooth, soft chests, caressing their lean abs before descending to their tight panties. It wasn’t long before I was chatting with one nearby, and we met up at his place.
He was a short ginger boy who said his name was Cinnamon. That’s fucking weird, but as I told you, I was HORNED UP. I effortlessly threw the guy against his bed—he can’t have weighed more than 100lbs. I crawled on top and began rubbing my hard bulge against his lithe frame. It’s hard to explain, but holding another guy down like that and feeling the absolute power and control…it was like a drug. My cheeks were on fire as my tongue slid into his gasping mouth. His wet, warm mouth felt like silk as I pressed inside. I’m definitely not gay, but goddamn, I’ve ever had a girl taste that good. It was like this faintly sweet, heavy flavor…it’s hard to describe.
I couldn’t get enough.
I pinned him down as I went in deeper. He made sweet, gentle moaning noises…I didn’t even know guys could sound that way. It was making my throbbing penis leak with lust. I knew I had to get this under control or I’d jizz my pants like a high school virgin slow dancing at prom.
I stripped naked, letting my fat, straight cock spring from its prison. His eyes widened as he combed down my physique…not gonna lie, it made me feel strong and admired. I felt like a barbarian warlord about to plant his seed in a rival chieftain’s female.
Stripping him nude, I began kissing down his smooth, unblemished chest as those soft moans became increasingly loud and frenzied. His relatively small cock was hard and pink, with light purple veins bulging from the surface. It bobbed and pulsed slightly with each beat of his heart, making it clear he needed a real man to take control.
I flipped him on his back, and he immediately raised his round, plump ass into the air. He arched his back, angling himself toward me. His soft, milky asscheeks seemed to beckon as my gaze moved into the cleavage toward his tight pink hole. Perfectly round and smooth, the wrinkled hole called out with a siren’s song as my lips made contact. I’m definitely not gay, but fuck, making out with femboy ass is definitely something that needs to be on your bucket list. I traced his rim, enjoying the faintly salty flavor as his delicate entrance quivered and puckered with euphoria. It was divine.
Long story short, my throbbing heterosexual cock slid right into that tight boypussy, and I pumped like I was losing my virginity all over again. With no risk of pregnancy, I shot deep and hard, breeding that delicious red-haired femboy. He moaned with euphoria as I sheathed to the balls, letting his walls hug me tight and suction in my essence.
Anyway, I left him on the bed. He was just kind of curled up and quivering. Maybe I should have gotten him off, but whatever. He seemed pretty satisfied already.
Fast forward to my dad’s wedding. I was standing beside him when my new stepmom walked in with her son—you guessed it, the same auburn-haired femboy I destroyed the night before. We made eye contact and both seemed to silently grimace inside.
“Hi, I’m Dennis.” He reached out to shake my hand.
I KNEW his name wasn’t Cinnamon.
But I won’t lie, even though he’s my stepbro now, we still hit it pretty regularly. I can’t get enough of his tight bubble butt.
I’m not gay though.