My Best Friend Is a Femboy

Trigger Warning: This chapter includes themes of homophobia and the use of homophobic slurs

I was thinking about how it had been a long, challenging but ultimately life changing first year at University as Ash and I packed our cases and got ready to travel back home for the summer holidays. After loading up the car boot I took a moment to bask in the warm morning sun before making my way back up to the flat that had been so pivotal in our relationship.

As I entered the flat I noticed that the bathroom door was closed and so I waited for Ash to emerge as I looked around the space we had shared for the past several months. The sofa where we had first kissed. The kitchen where I had lovingly prepared food. The television, in front of which we had cuddled up and made out more times than I could count. The table where we had shared our anniversary meal together. Every object brought up a new memory and a smile to my lips as I reflected on how very lucky I was.

I took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of our home, that signature scent that every home has, unique to its occupants. Satisfying, comforting and warm, it was a smell that brought feelings of safety and security. We would be back here in a couple of months, of course, having secured the flat for another year's tenancy. But part of me still felt a little sad to be leaving. It was the first time we had truly had our own place, somewhere we could mold and alter to match our wants and needs. That was evidenced by the various anime posters covering our walls, along with the scarves I'd collected over the years when attending multiple football games. Ash had his own shelf full of his trinkets including action figures, DVD's and countless tomes of Manga neatly lined up.

I was interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening and Ash walking toward me, a sweet smile on his soft pink lips. I loved the summer, partially because of the warmth, the outdoor activities, the barbeques, but mostly because of how my boyfriend dressed at this time of year. His long hair was down flowing freely around his small shoulders, the sunlight making his locks shimmer and shine as their rays refracted off them. He wore a cute pink crop top that showed off his slender waist, a pair of thigh hugging jean shorts, and long white socks that really accentuated his shapely calves. The look was completed by a pair of iconic canvas topped American sneakers and some subtle make-up that highlighted his features beautifully. He walked over to me, taking my hand delicately and giving me a tight hug as we both looked around the room, reflecting on the past several months of living together.

"Ready to get going?" I asked him, to which he nodded and gave one last look around the space. Taking his hand, I led him out of the room, closing the door and locking it behind us before turning to face him.

There had been a lot of changes for us over the past few months all of which had started shortly after our anniversary. We knew that being in love with each other wasn't wrong, nor something to be ashamed of, but we had both still been scared of how people would react. My parents' acceptance had given us some confidence, and over time we had gradually started coming out to our friends at University. Most had been a little surprised but very supportive, congratulating us and offering their support. It had been really heartwarming and affirming for us both, but we still weren't ready to be completely out when we were back at home.

University felt like a safe place, somewhere with young like-minded people that wouldn't judge or criticise us for who we choose to love. But our hometown? That was a whole different issue. As far as anyone outside of the University bubble was concerned, we were still just 'best friends' and nothing more, but we both knew that would have to change at some point. We just needed to build up the courage to get there.

Ashley struggled with it more than I did, haunted by the bullying and accusations of 'gay love' we endured at school that still affected him to this day. I couldn't help but grin at the irony, even though they were horrible people, they'd been right all along, just a decade too early. I wondered what they would say if they saw us now. Probably nothing nice, although thanks to social media I knew that most of them hadn't had the best of lives after leaving the educational system. Maybe they had mellowed a little after life served them some humble pie.

After coming out to them, our classmates' acceptance had given Ash a massive boost of confidence and gradually he'd started to show some of his more feminine traits publicly. He wasn't at the point of going full femboy mode of course, but he was certainly feeling more comfortable in his own skin, being his true and authentic self, which made me happier than words could describe.

I could still remember the look on his face when he was first complimented on his outfit and makeup by one of our female friends, Nancy, who Ash had grown especially close to. He teared up, smiling from ear to ear, grabbing her in a fiercely tight hug. He didn't need to say anything, we both knew how much it meant to him and she made sure to praise him every time she saw him moving forwards. I owed her a lot for that, for making my boyfriend feel good about himself in a way I couldn't.

Of course Ashley knew that I loved him, I told him and showed him that every day. But the acceptance from others, friends he appreciated and revered, meant almost as much as the support I could provide to him as his partner and lover.

Standing by the car, we both took one last look at our building before getting inside and buckling up, doing our best to get comfortable for the journey ahead. As we drove home we listened to music and talked while Ash rested his hand on my thigh casually. It was so relaxing being with him, so easy and the journey passed in the blink of an eye as miles of tarmac were left in our wake.

As we travelled I couldn't help but think of what Ash had been like several months prior, so anxious and terrified to tell my folks about our relationship. Seeing him like this now, more confident, self-assured and beautiful than ever, filled me with the kind of pride that I couldn't even begin to describe. Butterflies danced in my tummy whenever I glanced over to look at him.

When we pulled onto the drive of my parents house I engaged the handbrake and turned off the engine, giving us a moment to just sit in silence and enjoy the moment as we decompressed from the journey. I reached out to take his little hand, my bear-like paw completely engulfing it as I leant in to give him a kiss. "I'm so proud of you baby," I whispered, gently stroking his cheek as our lips parted, making him smile as his eyes sparkled.

"What brought that on?" he asked shyly, a hint of rosy pink staining his cheeks and making him look even more adorable than usual.

"I was just thinking about the first time we came back home after we got together," I explained, "you've changed so much since then."

"You think so?" Ash asked, a momentary look of concern crossing in his face.

"All for the better cutie," I replied, giving his leg a little squeeze of reassurance. Our eyes met and there was a fire burning deep within us all of a sudden. This happened a lot when we were alone at home together. We'd be spending our free time completely innocuously, not even a hint of arousal present and then out of nowhere we would share a look, a touch, an exchange of words and then we would be atop each other in seconds. It was part of what made being with him so fun. Loving Ash still felt so exciting and free even as we inched closer to a whole calendar year of being together and I privately hoped that this spark of spontaneity between us wouldn't fade with time. Of course we couldn't exactly start getting naughty in my car on our parents drive in the middle of the day so we did our best to fight off our rising urges. We both knew that staying at home with the folks for the summer would limit our intimacy substantially, but we had both agreed it was the best option. Ash knew how much I missed my parents and despite not admitting it outwardly, he clearly did too. His bond with my Mum had actually gotten stronger since he had come out, speaking to each other on the phone regularly and even exchanging make-up and clothing tips when he'd opened up to her about wanting to explore some of his more feminine traits. It was so cute and wholesome that when I thought about it I could hardly contain my glee, smiling from ear to ear as the person who had brought me into the world and the man I loved had grown closer and closer with time.

"Come on, let's go say hello," I suggested as our eyes continued to burn into each other, "before we do something silly." Ash giggled and blushed at the implication before opening up the passenger side door and climbing out as I followed him close behind. After retrieving both of our cases from the car we made our way to the front door, knocking and waiting for the incoming onslaught of affection from my Mother. We could make out her profile through the translucent glass as she rushed to the entryway, flinging open the door as she lunged towards us, pulling us both into a huge cuddle, the kind only a loving mother can provide.

"Neil, our boys are home!" she shouted happily over her shoulder into the house as she continued to smother us with affection and after a few moments Dad came into view, making his way down the stairs with a mildly annoyed look on his face.

"You picked a good time to arrive lads, we just got a penalty" he commiserated jokingly, making his way over to us as Mum finally released us from her vice-like grip of love. He gave us both a typical quick Dad side hug and a smile while looking a little antsy, "it's good to see you both" he muttered, mind clearly still on the match playing out on the television upstairs.

"It's okay Dad, go back to the game," I said with a chuckle, "we're going to be here for a while." He barely even let the words escape my mouth before he was bounding back up the stairs, Mum rolling her eyes and crossing her arms exasperatedly as she watched him go.

"I swear that man loves football more than me!" she joked, the three of us laughing together before we heard Dad whooping and hollering from upstairs. The penalty must have gone in. "See, I told you!" Mum added, making us all chuckle again before making our way inside the house, kicking off our shoes and leaving our cases at the foot of the stairs. Mum quickly ushered us into the living room to take a seat before heading to the kitchen to busy herself with the kettle to make us all a brew. Myself and Ash sat together on the sofa, thigh against thigh, holding hands as we both looked around the living room, soaking in the familiar nostalgia of a childhood spent in the very same room. After a couple of minutes we heard the distinctive clatter of mugs, teaspoons and more on a tray and Mum joined us in the living room, putting the tray down and making us each a nice cuppa. Once we had all been served, she took a seat, taking a moment to get comfy before letting out a happy sigh. "It's so good having you two home" she said, smiling happily at us both, pride glimmering in her eyes.

"Thanks Pippa," Ash replied softly, "we appreciate you letting us stay here for the summer."

"Yeah, thanks Mum," I added, "it feels good to be home."

"Of course sweetie, you know the two of you are always welcome here!" she replied enthusiastically before taking a sip of her tea. "Actually, while your Dad is preoccupied, there were a couple of things I wanted to talk to you boys about." We exchanged an anxious glance, which she noticed, quickly continuing to try and allay our concerns. "It's nothing bad, I promise!" she added, "and you don't need to be embarrassed either."

"Embarrassed?" I asked, raising a curious eyebrow in her direction.

"Well, there's no way to put this delicately boys, so I'm just going to get straight to the point. You two are an item now, so things are going to be different, aren't they?" Ash nodded while I continued to eye my Mother quizzically. "Me and your Dad remember being your age. Hormones running wild, young love and all that."

"So what are you getting at?" I asked pointedly.

"Me and your Father won't enter your bedroom without knocking."

"Okay..." I said, feeling like I knew where this was going.

"You can be yourselves here, you don't need to worry about me or your Dad," she shuffled a little awkwardly in her seat before continuing, "hearing anything..." she said, tailing off as the implication hung in the air. Ash had turned bright red with embarrassment and I was trying my best not to cringe, knowing that Mum was coming from a good place, but still finding it pretty awkward to be talking about sex with her. She continued, "and if you do need any alone time by yourselves, just let us know and me and Dad can go out and get a coffee or something, okay?" she finished, looking relatively happy with what she had said, but there was still an undeniable awkward tension in the air.

"Thanks Pippa," Ash replied meekly, "we appreciate it, but we'll try and keep our hands off each other for you and Neils sake!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing, eyebrows shooting upwards as I looked to Mum for her response. Her hand went to mouth and a girlish giggle crept through the gaps, turning into a chuckle and then a full on guffaw.

"Oh, you are hilarious when you want to be Ashley! I have missed you" she said warmly, getting up from her seat to walk across the room and give my boyfriend a big cuddle before returning to her seat. The conversation moved on from our sex life thankfully, the awkwardness quickly vanishing and after the match had finished Dad came to join us too. His team had won and so he was in a great mood, cracking jokes and being the lovable but stoic goof we all knew him to be. I helped Mum prepare our evening meal and we all sat around the dining room table to share the food together, talking about our plans for the next few weeks at home. The rest of the night was spent watching TV in the living room, windows open wide to let in the breeze as the sun began its downward journey towards the horizon, temperature slowly dropping to a much more comfortable level as the night rolled in. After watching the ten o'clock news we all made our way up to bed, leaving myself and Ashley alone for the first time since we had arrived back home. We laid our cases down on the floor and opened them up so that we could both start to get ready for bed, agreeing that we would unpack properly in the morning when we were less tired.

"What your Mum said earlier was sweet," Ash said casually as he applied his nighttime moisturiser and various other tinctures and potions while looking at his reflection in the bedroom mirror.

"Yeah it was, a little bit uncomfortable though wasn't it?" I replied, my mind being cast back to sitting with Mum while she alluded to me and Ashley being intimate while they were in the house.

"You should be grateful" Ash responded as he turned around to face me, "some people's families disown them when they come out, so you should consider yourself lucky she's telling us we can fuck in their house if we want to!" He giggled mischievously as he watched my reaction, a mix of disgust and amusement plastered across my face, an undeniable spark of arousal rising within me.

"You better be careful with that kind of talk," I warned in a good natured tone, "otherwise I'll have you over my knee and begging for mercy for Mum and Dad to hear!" We both looked at each other intensely, eyes burning into one another, neither willing to admit that the idea was actually kind of hot, despite how messed up it was. Ash absolutely LOVED being spanked, it made him insanely horny and sometimes he would deliberately act up in order to be 'punished' knowing full well that he would most likely end up with my cock buried down his throat in short order. He certainly enjoyed being bratty at times, and I suspected that even mentioning putting him over my knee would get a rise out of him. Based on the look on his face as he stared at me intensely from across the room in nothing but a pair of tiny panties, I was correct.

"I'll behave Daddy, I can be a good boy for you, I promise," Ash whispered as he made his way over to his open suitcase, bending over to retrieve his nightwear from within and giving me an amazing view of his peachy little arse in his cute pink panties from behind. Instantly my cock began to swell as I looked at his bum and the cute little bulge peeking out from his thigh gap. Getting turned on so quickly was totally involuntary, but I couldn't deny how good it felt as my member pressed against my boxers, enjoying the view of his cheeks softly jiggling as he searched his bag for what he was looking for.

"There it is," he said with relief as he finally straightened up, turning round to see me lying on the bed, naked except for my underwear and gently rubbing my bulge through the soft fabric, moaning softly as I stared at him with an insatiable hunger. He instantly blushed once we made eye contact, a fire igniting within him as he bit his lip and swayed sweetly on the spot, unsure what to do with himself.

"Damn Bruce," he whispered seductively, "could you not control yourself for even a few seconds?" He asked as he pulled his silky pink night shirt on over his head. It was a cute top, one of my favourites of his, accentuated around the edges with white lace and showing off his flat tummy exquisitely. There was no denying it was intended to be a female pyjama top, but dear god did he look cute in it. Cute and incredibly fuckable.

"I can never control myself when I'm looking at you baby, you know that" I crooned in a gruff voice as I lifted myself up from the bed, offering him my hand before pulling him down onto the soft sheets next to me. We lightheartedly wrestled with each other on the bed, limbs intertwined as we groped each other haphazardly until finally his lithe little body was laying atop mine, our lips going to work as we made out with each other passionately. When our lips parted a strand of saliva stretched between us as Ash gently stroked my hair, staring deeply into my eyes while I caressed his back tenderly.

"Lie back Daddy, I'll take care of you," he whispered softly as he started kissing down my chest towards my throbbing member. I lay my head back on the bed, allowing myself to enjoy the sensation of his soft lips making their downwards journey, feeling his fingers hook into my boxers, pulling them down and letting my cock free. Looking up from the bed, I watched Ashley take in the sight of my penis, looking at it as if he was seeing it for the first time, marvelling at its hardness and length, eyes shining with desire as he licked his lips, desperate for a taste.

"What about Mum and Dad?" I asked quietly, breaking my boyfriend's quiet reverence as he considered my question. With a wicked grin he got onto his knees, pulling down his panties before sliding them off his legs and bunching them up into a tight little ball. He climbed atop me and straddled my waist making my cock flex and twitch with need. He bent down close to my face, offering the small bundled up piece of fabric to me, eyes gleaming with depraved intentions as he pressed it against my lips.

"Open up Daddy" he whispered into my ear and I instantly obliged, parting my jaw and letting him stuff his makeshift gag inside my mouth. The material was sleek and smooth, tasting like fabric softener, with a hint of the salty musk I knew must have been left on the panties by Ash' leaking precum. The taste made me growl with arousal, anticipation building as he made the journey back down to my crotch once more and took me into his petite little hand. He didn't waste any time sucking me into his warm, welcoming mouth, bobbing up and down as he hummed with satisfaction, finally in his happy place with Daddy's dick in his throat. The panties did a pretty good job of muffling my moans, allowing me to relax and just enjoy the feeling of my partner pleasuring me expertly. It was wet, soft and slow, just how I liked it and Ash masterfully teased me for twenty minutes or more, pushing me to the verge of climax and then backing off, focusing on my heavy balls or moving up the bed to make out with me to allow me to cool off.