My Sub Femboy

I got divorced in 2015 and moved into a small, one bedroom apartment just off campus from my local university. My ex-wife had slowly turned into a real bipolar megabitch after 3 years of marriage and our sex life had become non-existent during the last six months of marriage. I chose my apartment complex mainly because of its proximity to campus and the fact that I had regularly seen a lot of hot chicks around the place every time I drove by. I was a semi-professional artist and the large cemetery next door offered a wealth of gothic statuary for inspiration. For several months I was in shock, trying to get my head on straight, and my finances stabilized. I worked a good bit of overtime to catch up and ate a lot of ramen and beans but managed to finally get on solid ground after about 4 months. I had managed to get laid a few times since becoming a bachelor again, mostly resulting from dating two female co-workers at the hospital where I worked as a radiology tech. These relationships were more 'friends with benefits' sex than anything steady or serious, so my sex life was very on-again/off-again.

The summer of my first year alone I had a full 9 days vacation off work lined up with nothing planned. That Friday night I had picked up several bottles of wine, stripped down naked on my bed, and had planned on spending my first evening drinking and stroking to on-line porn on my PC. My first stop just happened to be a gay porn video site. I consider myself bisexual, but prefer sex with women. I had had two oral sexual encounters with guys when I was in college and several mutual masturbatory experiences with a male classmate when I was younger.

I watched a few gay 69 videos for about 20 minutes and had gotten really hard and aroused and clicked over to an hookup site to see who was looking to play. I had cruised this site before and had even met an older, divorced lady for sex I had met there, less than a week after my separation. She was a heavy drinker though and although really hot, she gave mediocre head and wasn't very responsive during sex. It was a two-time thing and I hadn't been very motivated to call her since our last date.

There wasn't too many women looking for a hook-up that evening, but there was an abundance of guys looking to give and/or receive head on the m4m board. I considered trying to set up a 'blow and go' session with another guy and my heart really started racing at the idea of really doing this. Most guys couldn't host or wanted to hook up in a car somewhere. I had the luxury of having my own place, being able to privately host, and had nowhere to be the next day, so I didn't have to get in a hurry. I didn't really see anything that excited me so I decided to place my own ad.

I drew up and posted the following:

Looking for a cute femboy, who can give/receive a long slow deepthroat blowjob tonight in my apartment. I'm a bi- DDF, 6'3" 28yowm with 8". Looking to have a slow, sensual 69 oral session. Please send pics in reply.

I lubed up my already hardened cock until it was good and red, snapped off a few pics, and attached the best one to my post. I really did have a nice full 8" cock so I felt fairly confident someone would reply. My local university attracts a pretty liberal crowd and I had seen a growing number of cock-hardening femboys around campus recently and was hopeful that at least one of them was horny tonight. I was definitely in the mood to suck cock.

I returned to stroking and watching gay/bisexual oral videos. I skipped over sections when guys started screwing. I'm mostly into good hard deepthroat action when I do get away from heterosexual porn. I really dig watching shaved trannies and fems surrendering to being devoured.

I checked my e-mail for replies after about 15 minutes and had already received 4 offers. One really hairy guy wanted to aggressively pound my throat until I gagged and then cum in my ass - nope! Another one, with no pics, claimed he was a newbie freshman had never been with another guy, and still wasn't sure about all this, and wanted me to talk him into it - nope! Another one just wanted to exchange car head in a nearby parking lot. That didn't sound fun. I wanted to relax and play on my home turf that night.

The fourth e-mail, sent only 4 minutes earlier really caught my attention. He lived in a male dorm only a block away, 19yowm petite, effeminate, bisexual, with a slim 5 1/2" shaved cock. He was lookin for a discrete, laid-back daddy to exchange oral favors with occasionally to keep his stress levels down. Hey, that was me! He sent three selfies of himself, one side view in front of a bathroom holding his stiff little hairless cock with a pouty expression on his face. He had long hair half-way down his back and really soft skin. My cock stiffened as I imagined various scenarios with him naked in my bed. I wrote him back immediately, sending a face pic and the name of my apartment complex. My hands were shaking the entire time, hoping this would actually happen.

He wrote back very quickly and included his cell number so we resumed chatting via text messaging. I learned his name was Tatum. He was a 2nd year Sociology major, still living in the dorms, mostly because he was on scholarship with free board for another year. He was aching for his own apartment but had to wait one more year before he could get his own place. His roommate last year had been a straight basketball jock who, fortunately, spent most of the school year at his girlfriends apartment. The jock eventually moved in with his girlfriend near the end of the year, allowing Tatum to discover his sexual nature the last two months of school. This year though Tatum was placed with a loud, hell-raising party animal named Duke, also a Sociology major! Not a great mix. Evidently those who pair roommates thought 'same home town, same major' would be a great combination. It wasn't. You see Duke was a bit homophobic and treated Tatum like he had a disease. They rarely spoke except for the occasional uncomfortable and brief "hey". Tatum claimed he had been with three guys over the past year, all of them involved swapping oral. He had been considering bottoming if the right guy came along and had been cruising the hookup board for about a week looking someone like me, with their own place, who was looking for someone like him.

A large cemetery separated my apartment complex from Tatums dorm. It was massive and spread out over 10 acres, with more marble tombstones, angel statuary, and ornate crypts than you could shake a stick at. Beautiful one hundred year old oak trees, draped with Spanish moss dotted the grounds. After my divorce I spent many nights there alone, sketching, drinking flasks of scotch or bottles of red wine, and getting my head on straight. It was well lit at night so spookiness was never an issue for me.

Tatum agreed to meet me at the World War II memorial near the center of the cemetery to chat. It took me only 5 minutes to cross the street and get there. After another 10 minutes of waiting I nervously started checking my phone for messages, wondering if he would show. Finally I saw him through the darkness. We waved and smiled as he walked up. He was a little winded and his smooth cheeks were red and flushed. Evidently he needed to shower and change of clothes before meeting. "My God he's so cute", I thought. His strawberry blond hair was still damp from his shower and straight all the way down to his mid-back. His arms were slender with downy hair. He was about 5'6" and maybe 125lbs. He wore silky blue short shorts that accentuated the curve of his smooth thin thighs and a really tight fitting white Pokemon t-shirt. I actually wondered if he was actually 19 but couldn't bring myself to challenge him on his age. I offered him my flask of single malt scotch and he turned it up approvingly.

He sat down close to me at the base of an old family tomb; the name, 'Thompson - 1895' etched in the marble above the chained locked door. He had a soft feminine voice that made me hard when he spoke. One of the first things he admitted was that he was taking gender transition hormones. I had a difficult time keeping myself from ogling his petite girlish body. The hairs trailing down his neck looked so soft in the light from the sidewalk lamps. I wanted to lick him there. We spoke about the university, cool spots to hang out, and great places to eat near campus. Our conversation soon turned to a sexual nature and we were exchanging sexual preferences. We finished the flask off pretty quickly and I invited him back to my place across the street for "more scotch". We both chuckled at this, knowing why we were really going back to my place. I helped him to his feet and he staggered a little. The scotch had made him buzzed. We made our way back across the lawn and across to my apartment. By the time I reached my door I was rock hard in my shorts. Tatum seemed to be more loosened up too and we talked like we were already friends.

We went inside and I made him a small scotch on the rocks, which he seemed to really love. Glistening beads of sweat had collected on his forehead from our walk over and I wondered how sexy his warm crotch smelled. As if he were reading my thoughts he asked what I was thinking about? I told him truthfully. "You want to find out", he asked? He moved towards me as we sat together on the couch. I told him I very much wanted to know. I leaned in, grabbed him by the back of his head, and kissed him hard on his red glistening lips. He moaned lightly and kissed me back, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling our mouths closer together into a full, open-mouth make-out session.

After a few minutes of heavy petting and groping I had managed to get him and myself shirtless and shoeless. His chest was smooth, white, and hairless. His nipples were rock hard and perky. I was on top of him, startling him on the couch, greedily tongue-fucking his pouty little wet mouth. I reached between his legs and ran my hand up his shorts to his crotch. He was stiff and moaned his approval as he slid his tongue back into my mouth, licking the front of my teeth. I grabbed his smooth cock and squeezed. He jumped involuntarily from pleasure. We stood, and made our way into my bedroom where he sat down on my bed and looked up at me. The only light in the room was from the screensaver on my PC, which activated when he bumped my mouse. I pushed him back onto his and slowly pulled his tight blue silk shorts down to his ankles. His slim little cock stood up at attention as I exposed him. He was totally hairless. He smelled warm and sexy, like soap mixed with new sweat. A perfectly clear bead of precum had already begun its slow run down his hardened shaft. "I'm all yours daddy", he whispered.

I knelt on the floor in front of him, he tried to sit up to watch or speak, but I pushed him back onto the bed, telling him to, "just relax and let me make you feel good". I moved my face closer to his perfectly erect little cock. I could feel it's warmth radiating on my face. I licked it slowly, from the base to the tip, ensuring I lapped his trickling trail of precum as I slowly licked up his shaft. His precum tasted like candy. He moaned and tensed, then relaxed as I gripped him, giving him a few short tugs. I pushed him up towards the front the bed by his hips and spread his legs wide, and then got on my hands and knees above him. He looked up at me and our eyes locked as I slowly lowered my head and mouth onto his aching penis, deep-throating it, never breaking eye contact. He mumbled something I didn't quite hear and squirmed his hips up towards my face, then whispered, "oh my God" over and over.

I began slowly, and rhythmically deepthroating his perfect little cock. I was able to take every millimeter of him effortlessly all the way into the back of my mouth without a hint of gagging. Precum oozed from the tip almost continuously as I coaxed more of it to the surface and onto my wet tongue. At first he moaned with every downstroke into my mouth, then slowly surrendered to the total pleasure I was giving him. He was clenching his fists and releasing over and over so I reached up and interlocked our fingers in an embrace, using this leverage to pull my face closer and harder onto his horny, thrusting crotch. His body shook violently and I had to stop stimulating him several times so he wouldn't cum too soon. I was totally aroused and wanted more. He had surrendered his body to me.

When I resumed working him over I began making slow circular licks around his reddened head and frenulum. This sent him into orbit. He began bucking his hips up and down and began moaning long, deep guttural sounds. I alternated these circular licks with loud, sloppy, hard suction up and down his stiff shaft. He pushed upward, deep into my mouth and I took all he wanted to give to me, smashing my face with each thrust against his pelvic bone. "Please keep sucking me daddy, please don't stop", he pleaded. I parted his legs wider for better access. I knew he wouldn't last another five minutes, if he even made it that long. I slowly began easing my wet middle finger inside of him, at first to see how he responded, then slowly inching it up towards his prostate.

This was more than he could handle. He cried out loudly, arched his back, and tensed his entire body. I knew he was close to exploding, so I took a deep breath and engulfed his throbbing shaft deep into my mouth and throat just as he released an unbelievable torrent of cum into the back of my mouth. The volume took me by surprise despite my knowing it was on the way. He moaned so loud I was sure my neighbors could hear him as waves and ropes of hot, powerful sperm shot forcefully into my mouth. It was more than I could handle or swallow back before it went everywhere. Cum oozed over my lips and dripped down my face and neck. I had no idea such a little guy could cum so much. He tasted sweet with a strong flavor of salty chlorine.

He continued to grind and thrust onto my face, making minutely slow thrusts up into my slimy, cum-filled mouth. His warm cum covered my face as it continued to leak from the edges of my lips. I swallowed twice but finally had to let the rest go wherever gravity sent it. I could feel thick sperm pooling under my tongue and in the back of my mouth, burning my throat as I gulped again and again. Cum dripped down my chest onto my stomach. Tatums' skin was covered in sweat and he was flushed red from his face to his knees. When I finally came up for air Tatum apologized shyly for making such a mess. I just smiled and told him I loved it and wanted more. His eyes grew huge, realizing I wasn't finished with him. We were just getting started.