My Best Friend Is a Femboy

The sun rose over the beautiful empty green fields of northern England on what would seem like a normal day to most. There was dew on the grass and birds singing in the trees, creating a heavenly chorus. This was the scene at Dowdales Hall, a Victorian era building that had stood in this remote area of countryside for hundreds of years, greeting countless numbers of guests and hosting events every single weekend without fail. It was a highly in demand location and people had to reserve their slots months, if not years, in advance if they wanted to use it for birthdays, conferences, weddings or any other important events.

I was standing outside of a small white chalet with Tom, just down the road from the main building, both in only our pajamas and trainers as I took a long, slow drag from a cigarette. The smoke billowed into the morning air as the end of it burned, ash falling to the ground, the sweet nicotine entering my bloodstream and calming my mind on this most important of days. "Don't tell Ash about this, okay?" I asked, turning to Tom, "he'll just be upset about it and I don't want to ruin his special day."

"Don't worry, I won't say a word," Tom replied with a smile, extending his arm to take the stick of tobacco from me so that he could take a drag of his own. He had been honoured when I had asked him to be best man despite knowing that I hadn't really had that many options to choose from. Unbeknownst to Tom, I had actually first asked my Dad to do the honors, but he had politely turned me down, explaining how much it meant to him that I had asked, but suggesting that I pick one of my friends from University instead.

"I've been a best man before," he reasoned, "besides, are you really going to want me organising your stag do?" he asked with a cynical raised eyebrow.

"I guess not, might be a bit awkward" I replied with a wry chuckle.

"Choose someone your own age to be best man," he suggested, "it'll mean a lot more to them, help bring you closer. It's a lifetime bond, being asked to do something so special."

"Thanks Dad, I will," I'd replied, "thanks for the great advice as always." We had shared a quick, awkward father son embrace before we heard Mum making her way towards us from the kitchen with a tray of drinks in hand, the mugs clattering as she walked, Dad raising his finger to his lips to signal me to be quiet.

"Here we are boys, a nice cup of tea for you both!" Mum said warmly as she set down the tray on the table, looking up at us both quizzically as we stood in silence. "What were you two talking about?" she asked suspiciously, able to tell her boys were acting abnormally.

"Oh nothing Mum, just football." I had replied, unconvincingly but after a raised eyebrow showing that she didn't believe me one iota, Mum had decided to leave it alone.

"Is Ashley still in bed?" Mum asked nonchalantly as she poured the hot tea from the pot into our individual mugs.

"Yeah, he was really tired out after..." I trailed off, remembering our previous evening's tryst and how he had fallen asleep in my arms after our third round of lovemaking.

Mum and Dad shot each other a look indicating that they knew exactly why my fiancé was so tired and despite their best efforts to remain stone faced, Dad couldn't help but crack a cheeky little smile. I remembered that in that moment of embarrassment I had told myself that I needed to find a place for myself and Ashley as soon as possible. Thankfully it was only a couple of months later that we had found a nice little flat just a few minutes walk from Mum and Dad's house that was big enough for our needs and in our budget.

As my memories faded I took the cigarette back from Tom, its slender, white shell looking elegant between my fingers as I raised it to my lips and inhaled deeply. Of course I know that smoking is a dirty habit, in fact, I'd always told myself growing up that I would never be a smoker. Despite this, I was on a night out during freshers week and had been offered a smoke by one of my coursemates and partially due to my drunken state and partially due to wanting to seem cool, I had accepted. I had tried not to make a habit of it, but when boozing or stressed, I found it hard to resist. My wedding would of course be one of the best days of my life, but it would be far from stress free and so I had bought myself a pack a few days ago, doing my best to hide them from my better half out of fear of being rightfully chastised. I knew that Ash would just be worried about my health, which was entirely valid, but I still didn't want to be judged by the man I love most, even if it was justified.

"So, are you nervous?" Tom asked as he looked at me closely, wanting to interpret my response.

"Yeah, I am a little," I replied as I took another drag before tossing the spent cigarette butt into a nearby bin, "but that's more to do with the event and family side of it, you know? If everyone will get along, if all the plans will go smoothly. But I'm not even remotely nervous about marrying Ash. Not at all." I smiled to myself hearing my own words. Of course I knew this, but it was nice to say it out loud. Reaffirming.

"That's good man," Tom replied as he looked around at the beautiful scenery which surrounds us as a trio of birds flew overhead, "and remember, if you need anything, I'm right here, no job too big or small!" He added with a chuckle as I reached out to give him a hug.

"Thanks mate, it makes me feel a lot better knowing you're here and keeping me on track."

"Speaking of which," Tom said as he checked his watch, "we better get dressed, there's only half an hour until breakfast!"

The itinerary for the day had been meticulously planned, Breakfast at ten, guests would start arriving at eleven and the ceremony would start at midday. The pressure of the clock ticking onwards was constantly in the back of my mind, but I knew I would need to stay calm and composed and most importantly, enjoy the day to its fullest.

"You go ahead, I'm going to have one last cigarette and have a think." I replied as I pulled out my packet of cancer sticks to extract another one and slip it between my lips. "Have you got the lighter?"

"Oh yeah, here you go mate," Tom answered, pulling the small yellow neon lighter from inside his pocket and handing it to me. "Take as long as you need mate," he said before opening the door and stepping back inside the chalet, "but not too long," he shouted over his shoulder before closing the door behind him, making me laugh.

Left alone, I took a deep breath forming my own shroud of fog around me as I exhaled. Bringing the lighter up towards my face, my fingers span the wheel, igniting the gas inside the chamber and causing a life-giving flame to burst from the top. Leaning down to guide the end of the cigarette into the fire I inhaled, the tobacco at the end burning a bright red before fading to black, the sweet smoke sliding down my throat and into my lungs before I exhaled. As I continued to puff away I noticed movement from the chalets on the other side of the field where Ash and the bridal party were staying.

I smiled softly to myself, casting my mind back over the past eighteen months that had been so insanely busy for the both of us. After the proposal we had travelled back home, moving in with Mum and Dad, which was a very weird feeling after three years of independent living. A lot of our belongings had to be stored in the garage as there literally wasn't room for them inside the house, meaning they would stay there until we found a place of our own. We did our best to make the bedroom feel like a little piece of home by putting up posters and trinkets from our uni flat and Mum was insistent that we set some boundaries and rules to make things comfortable for all of us. We all agreed that bedroom doors would be knocked on before entering, if we were staying out late we would let everyone know and that we would all pitch in with the household chores. The implication of door knocking being necessary was a little bit uncomfortable, but me and Ash were still glad to have had the conversation so everyone was on the same page.

There were still some close calls of course, more than once a knock had rung out from our bedroom door and we'd had to scramble to stop our canoodling or lovemaking so we could throw on some clothes and act as if we were doing something completely innocent. During one particularly daring moment Ashley had been on his knees in front of me in the bathtub as warm water cascaded down on us from the shower head above. His soft little lips had been sliding along my shaft slowly, teasing me expertly as his big doe eyes stared up at me. The lack of a lock on the bathroom door had slipped our minds and before we could react Mum had barged in. If it hadn't been for the shower curtain we would have been fully exposed and luckily Mum quickly realised the bath was occupied and made a hasty and incredibly apologetic retreat. There had been a couple of awkward glances shared between us over the dinner table that night, but none of us said anything more about it and myself and Ash agreed that bath time was solely for cleanliness moving forwards.

After a couple of weeks we were properly settled in at home, adapting to our parents daily routine and finding our own ways to fit into it. We'd both enjoyed late night gym sessions while we were at University, but this was no longer going to be viable. The local gym also only had limited opening hours meaning that if we wanted to head over to work out at the dead of night, it just wasn't possible in our small home town. I'd noticed that Ash was dressing a lot more reserved while we were at home, electing for more typically masculine attire when we worked out. I understood why of course, it was only a small place where everyone seems to know everyone else. We actually ran into a couple of old classmates one day in the town centre, although thankfully they were the ones that had been nice to us, rather than our bullies. I know neither of us were looking forward to running into them and I hoped that Ash' change of dress wasn't an indication of his increasing confidence taking a step back now we were back in the place where most of his trauma had taken root.

I'd started looking for work in my chosen field of computer programming, firing off applications to any company that wouldn't require me to relocate. I was hoping to get into something within the realm of video games, but if something more corporate and white collar came up, I wouldn't turn that down either. Beggars can't be choosers after all, especially when you're entering the job market for the first time. After a few tense interviews via video call, one was finally a success and I was offered an intern position at a small independent gaming company. I would have to travel into the nearest city a couple of times a month to visit the office and meet with my manager, but the rest of the time I could work remotely, which was perfect for myself and Ash as we started to set up our new life together in earnest.

The first couple of weeks of inductions and training were spent in the office and so my new employer paid for a hotel in the city for me as commuting in every day just wouldn't be feasible. It was hard for me and Ashley being separated for the first time in years, but we called each other every morning and night to try and stave off some of the longing that was growing inside us. In a lovely gesture he had surprised me outside the office on my last day of training, whisking me off for a meal and drinks before returning to the hotel to rest before travelling back home on the train the next day.

Despite how tiring the first couple of weeks of work had been I could still muster up the energy to make love to my future husband and as the clock struck midnight Ashley was pressed up against the windows of our room as we both fogged up the glass. He was still wearing his bra and panties which had been tugged to the side so I could slide my cock inside his hungry little arse, my arms wrapped around his chest as I slowly fucked him, making up for the last two weeks of building desire. Anyone looking up from the street below would have been able to see us, but we didn't care, it was like we were showing off our love to the world, naked and proud of the bond that had formed between us.

We'd paid for our late night antics the next morning as we both had to scramble to gather our things and catch the train home when the alarm went off, barely making it onto the platform on time to catch our train. Thankfully the conductor had given us an extra couple of seconds to board before signalling the driver that the train was ready to leave and we had both breathlessly thanked him as we sprinted past him and boarded the locomotive, cases being dragged behind us as we went.

It was on the journey home that Ashley had gotten his own good news, being accepted as a social media manager for a local clothing business. He'd gone for an interview with the woman who Ash told me had initially started the company from her own home after receiving encouragement from her son. He'd come back home absolutely gushing about how great she was and how exciting of an opportunity it would be for him, helping a start-up to grow and expand. It was obvious to me that he really wanted the job, talking about how quickly they had taken off locally and that they were looking at opening up their own offices soon too, taking great strides forwards in their relatively short existence.

He was deliriously happy when he read me the email out loud as he sat next to me on the train, hugging me tight and bouncing up and down in his chair with sheer joy as the passengers around us smiled and whispered to each other. Neither of us could wipe the smiles off our faces and I even ordered a small bottle of wine from the trolley that was wheeled up and down the train by a nice red headed middle aged lady. We toasted together, drinking our wine and talking about our future, excited to see Mum and Dad and tell them the good news.

The next couple of months flew by as we were both thrown into adult life and the responsibilities of working and paying bills as well as looking for a flat for the two of us. It had been difficult finding the time to search together, but eventually we found a nice spot in a newly developed building close to the town centre. The kitchen windows gave a great view over the town in the morning and it was in a relatively nice and quiet area, mainly made up of young families and business types. It was a little expensive compared to what else was available in the area, but as we would be the first people to live there, all the fixtures and fittings were brand new and so we'd agreed it was worth the extra expense.

Mum and Dad were once again absolutely amazing as they helped us move all our stuff over to the new flat. It had made things so much quicker having two cars to use and after moving for the second time within a few months once everything was finally unpacked it was a huge relief. The parents had helped us organize everything too and when the final box was emptied they had loaded up the car to take any left over rubbish to the tip and recycling centre. We had stood outside the front door to the building and waved them off before I slipped my hand into Ashley's so we could make our way back upstairs as the proud tenants of a spotless new flat, merely a stones throw from the school where we had first met all those years earlier.

We'd both collapsed onto our sofa, Ashley's head resting on my shoulder as we enjoyed the silence and peace after a few days of packing and moving chaos. I always felt so good with his body next to mine and it didn't take long for Ashley's hand to snake its way down my chest and to my crotch. His soft little hands brought me to attention in a matter of moments and after pulling my cock free he straddled me and slipped my member inside himself. We christened our new home with the sounds of our moaning and whispered words of love as he slowly rode me. We were both tired as hell, but the pleasure coursing through us both made us not want to stop and after many minutes which felt like hours, we had both cum together, ending our day cuddled up on the sofa as we watched the sun slowly set out of our window before eventually making our way to bed.

With jobs and a place to live sorted, there was only one more thing for us to do, but it was a big one, planning and pulling off a perfect wedding.

As much as the idea of declaring my undying love for Ashley in front of our loved ones and spending the rest of my life with him filled me with joy, the idea of having to plan and execute such a huge event filled me with dread. I was fortunate that Ashley revelled in these kinds of things, with his love of fashion and interior design meaning I could leave him at the wheel for most of the decorative and design decisions.

He had been so excited when we woke up the morning after the big proposal in the sports hall, it was absolutely adorable seeing him so full of excited, almost uncontrollable energy. We had spent all night drinking and dancing with our friends at the post graduation party and by the time we got home, while the mind was willing, our bodies were in no fit state to express our love physically. He had woken me up with soft kisses, legs straddling my waist, his small naked body greeting my gaze as my eyes cracked open. His words had flowed like a waterfall, a stream of consciousness that told me he had already been up for a couple of hours and had thought of nothing but the wedding since he had awoken. I struggled to keep up with what he was saying thanks to my brain still being foggy with sleep, doing my best to try and properly come to and listen to what my future husband was babbling on about.

"So I was thinking that we could have the wedding at Dowdales hall it would be so beautiful in there do you think I could wear a dress or would that upset people of course we'll need a band for the reception how about we go with a pastel colour scheme pinks blues and lilacs maybe what would you like for food maybe steak and chicken but what if people are vegetarian or vegan catering companies must have different options you would think right"

Eventually his words stopped registering in my brain as I gazed upon this beautiful creature sitting atop my prone form, silhouetted by the morning light sneaking into our bedroom past the curtains. I knew I had made the right choice in making him my fiancé and future boywife, but right now, my mind was on something other than wedding talk. Pulling myself up onto my elbows I interrupted my partner with merely a look and a hand softly placed on his cheek.

"Sorry, am I ranting?" He asked a little shyly as he realised he hadn't stopped for a breath in a long time, that signature cute pink blush forming on his cheeks that made him look even more adorable than usual.

"You are ranting baby, but that's okay, I just really need you to shut up and kiss me right now. We still need to properly celebrate our engagement," I added with a naughty wink.

A happy smile spread across Ashley's face, his eyes sparkling as he tucked his beautiful blonde hair behind his ear. He had been growing it out for years now and it was almost down to his lower back, creeping further and further downwards with the passage of time. Many of our female friends complimented him on his luscious locks, expressing their jealousy and wondering why they hadn't been blessed like he had.

"Yes Daddy, we do need to celebrate," he whispered with a devious glint in his eye as he softly bit his lower lip with excitement. As he leaned down to press his soft lips to mine his hair fell around us, trapping our love and keeping it all for ourselves as we slowly made out, hands exploring each other's naked torsos. The fresh early morning air coming into the room via an open window made the curtains softly billow, causing shadows to dance across the walls, making everything feel somewhat magical even in such a mundane, everyday setting as a bedroom.