by M Chance
We Love Femboys!
Collecting “Little Red Riding Remboy”, “Million Dollar Femboy”, and “Gay Sex Mall: Rich Coffee With Femboy Cream”
By M. Chance
Copyright M. Chance 2014
LITTLE RED RIDING FEMBOY
By M. Chance
Copyright M. Chance, 2013
The Martin family came from money, and everyone around knew it. They knew it, because despite Alan Martin's parents insistence on trying to live relatively quiet, humble lives even with all their wealth, Alan would make a great big show of the money he had to throw around. The way he saw it was, essentially, Why Not? If you've got it, flaunt it, and lord, did he have it, and he wanted to flaunt it. What's more, with the way he liked to shake his money around, it meant everyone else had a good time too. He'd throw parties, almost constantly.
Like every year on Halloween since the first year of high school, Alan had rigged together the most extravagant of parties. The years had passed, and he was now an 18 year old senior on the cusp of graduation, and yet, the only thing he could think about was how he would miss these parties he threw for himself, and everyone else. How he'd miss the smiling faces, the crazy stories, the living like a legend among his classmates.
And how he'd miss all the delicious eyecandy.
Alan was no slouch when it came to good looks himself. With a tall, broad body, short, brown hair he'd shine and slick back, cool steel-blue eyes that could make anyone melt under their gaze, ruggedly defined cheekbones, and a body that drew in dark, lustful thoughts from others, with his hard pecs, perfectly defined abs, and arms to die for. Lean, toned muscle that all practically begged to be complimented, kissed, stroked, admired, perhaps even worshiped. All those years playing soccer had turned him into a tanned, gleaming sex machine. He liked to play the field with his shirt off, just to show off his sweating body to admirers in the bleachers or on the team themselves, even during practices. He knew it was egotistical, but he also knew he had a good amount of reason to be egotistical. So he didn't fight those vain urges.
Certainly, that body attracted all kinds, from men and women, but Alan had a sexual addiction to one type in particular, one he never got to feed as much as he liked. Which was always part of the reason he threw these parties – to see if he could bring in someone to fit what he was truly lusting after. No need to go hunting them down if he could make them come to him, right?
That's what Alan thought to himself as he breathed out, his cock twitching inside of his elaborate, expensive costume. This year's Halloween, he was dressed up as the Big Bad Wolf, and he had spared no expense in putting it together. It was a perfect, tight fit, that still showed off his body underneath it, with sleek fur that ran down it, just asking to be touched. He didn't bother with a mask, however. Alan found them cumbersome, frustrating, and made it too damn hard to breathe, talk, or drink back the jungle juice he had in a giant punch bowl in the middle of the living room. Instead, he finished out his costume with makeup from one of the students in drama club, plus some rather exquisitely crafted wolf ears. The final touch was the fake extra long canines – rather convincing ones, at that – and the contacts that gave his eyes a distinctly powerful, animalistic touch. Raw, powerful. Tempting.
A lot of money went into the costume, and into the party, and the ulterior motivation for all of it was to find just one, one person who would fit his type, that sexual hunger that he craved to fulfill, but was so rare a find. There was well over 200 people crammed into or just outside of his parents' home, and he hoped to himself, as he licked his lips and scanned his eyes through the crowds, that just one of them would be able to slake his lustful thirst tonight.
Someone small, thin, sexy, with a feminine air that swirled all around them, from their lips to their hips, but yet, was expressed and shone through a man's body. Alan itched for, craved for, hungered - so much like the big bad wolf he fancied himself to be tonight – for a sexy, teasing, seductive little femboy.
And as he turned around to look towards the other side of his home, those wolf eyes scanned through the crowds again before popping wide, and his white teeth flashing in a mischievous, hopeful smirk, tinged with sexual need and a hint of charismatic, confident ego. He couldn't be sure yet, but their costume choice intrigued him enough to seek them out.
Standing out in a crowd of people dressed up as whatever was popular lately was the person standing to the side of them all, checking their smartphone, drinking from a short, sharp glass, with a dark, caramel-colored drink filling it halfway. Two ice cubes and a cherry dropped inside. They were short, with their pale skin visible on their exposed thighs, just underneath their extra-short red skirt but before their tall cotton white socks, which tapered off to the inside of their black high heels. And that red skirt they had climbed up to their red and white dress, which hugged every inch of their frame, including their succulent flat chest. And draping over all of it was a scarlet hood, held over their long, blonde hair that barely peeked out, and coming down to just before their round, firm ass. Alan sucked in air, looking them up and down from afar, enjoying the sight before he made his move.
He was the Big Bad Wolf, and they were Little Red Riding Hood. And that lucky coincidence made his cock throb inside his costume, underneath all that warm fur, getting hard at the mere thought of taking this guest of his somewhere private and showing them how big they truly were. But first, they had to make the approach. Walking before running.
Alan coolly walked over, waving off anyone else from the party trying to catch his attention. He was busy, he was focused, and he wasn't going to let anything distract him. He sidled right up next to the little red riding hood, standing a foot and a half taller than them, looming over their guest, really. He'd smirk, and they'd faintly turn just a bit towards him. Showing he had their attention, but not showing Alan their face, yet. Still hidden by that red hood. They put their phone away and swirled around their drink, the clinking of the ice against the glass barely audible over the noise of the party.
“Having a good time? Enjoying yourself?” Alan asked with his big, broad, inviting smile, blinking those animalistic eyes of his twice. Red riding hood, however, just giggled a little, smiling knowling underneath their hood, then bringing their glass to their lips and drinking it back. Alan paused, then took a breath, pressing on.
“I'm taking that as a yes. You here with anybody? Who invited you?” He asked, trying to find out early on if there was a boyfriend or girlfriend he would have to compete with to get his guest's more carnal affections. But red riding hood simply laughed again, louder this time, taking another sip from their glass.
“Heheheh – mmm.” They cooed out, and rolled the flavor around their mouth, then used their tongue to spread it over their lips. A cherry cola and rum flavor, spreading out over those ruby red lips. “You invited me, Alan. A week ago.” Their voice was a little high and light, delicious feminine tones touching their every word.
Alan was stopped for a moment by that revelation, trying to piece together who it was that had the advantage in this conversation on him. The voice was hard to piece out, with the rest of the party filtering into his ears as well. All they knew was that it was high, pleasing, but they couldn't place it. Alan leaned in closer, as if trying to peer through the red hood through sheer determination.
“Excuse me?” He asked, simple and straightforward.
The stranger pulled back their hood, finally, revealing a soft, feminine face, with cute cheeks accentuated by pert, red lips that hinted at a taste of naughtiness just underneath their skin. Probably hiding on the tip of their tongue as well. That long blonde hair now shown to be a wig, though immaculately kept, the flashing lights of the party bouncing off its locks beautifully. And they had rich, bright gr
een eyes, which locked sight with Alan's, accented by their black eyeliner, curling outwards.
And now that Alan could see them, their voice finally hit a register in the back of his brain, letting him know who it was that had caught his eye.
“Benny? Benny Hester?”
And Benny laughed and smiled, giving him a knowing nod while he drank down the rest of his rum and coke, rolling his shoulders and pushing his chest out, letting the alcohol flow through him, freeing up his mind, and with it, his tongue.
“One and the same, Alan. Long time no see.” Benny's voice was a touch darker, hotter now, his words slipping around Alan's ears and jerking him closer. “Sexy wolf costume you got on,” he tacked on with his smile looking all the more satisfied. Enjoying what he saw, especially the aching muscles underneath the suit – as well as the bulge forming by Alan's thigh, growing larger and harder by the moment.
“Long time no – VERY long time, no fucking see.” Alan said, dropping pretension, relaxing out, unable to keep himself from eying his old friend in return, seeing the ways he had changed since five years ago, when puberty was still dragging on for him. His transformation from awkward, husky child into the gorgeous, smooth femboy before him. It had Alan breathing hard, becoming aware of the sweat on the back of his neck, trickling down towards the fur of his costume, feeling his cock throb more and more, trapped by his leg and the tightness of his own outfit. Giving it a push of pressure that just made him lust more and more, just to get it out in the comfort of the air. He stepped closer to Benny again, admiring him, admiring the costume he was in, thinking of how he wanted run his hands over it, to squeeze at Benny's skin under it, to get inside of him without taking a single inch of it off of him... and swallowed air, trying to pace himself out, surprised by how intoxicated he was by his friend he had only kept in contact with texts and mail for years. “You look great,” Alan finally finished off, after coming back up to look into Benny's eyes.
“So do you!” Benny replied with an eager little voice, his hand coming over to press against Alan's stomach, feeling the muscles, the power and the dedication to that taut, addictive form he had underneath. Soft hands rubbing through the fabric and the fur of the costume to feel him up, making Alan look silently down at him, feeling his heartbeat pick up and his dick continue to beg for relief. Preferably in Benny's mouth. “Fuck, Alan, you really stuck with the sports, huh?”
“Yeah,” Alan answered simply, now stretching and posing some to show off more of his frame, giving more for Benny to touch. Which he accepted, rather eagerly. Pushing his body closer, the two of them hardly having an inch of air between them now, as Benny set down his glass so he could use both of his hands to touch his taller, more masculine friend. His right hand ran upwards, towards his chest and neck, moving in circles to stroke and stimulate the skin, and build up the electrifying heat that was certainly pumping through Alan now. His left hand smoothly rolled downwards, towards the bottom of his stomach. Stopping just before his crotch. Teasing him, moving those dainty fingers in circles as well, always coming close to touching Alan's dick, but never quite there. Each time he circled back down, his heavy prick would throb in anticipation and Alan would grit his teeth, wanting so much more than just a few light touches.
Benny was teasing him, working him up, pushing him closer and closer to going over the edge. And he had to admit it – his friend was good. Damn fucking good. He took in another long, hot inhale of air, exhaling just as long, calming himself back down enough to continue the conversation. Though he reached his right hand out as well, placing it on Benny's side, almost grabbing at his ass. It was hard not to do immediately. His fingers kept wanting to grab a handful, to feel for themselves what Benny's body was like now, in all its lustful, feminine glory.
“So,” Alan started, rubbing at Benny's side while he kept rubbing back, still making his cock twitch, wanting more and more to make good on the promise of the aggressive wolf that his costume off, “I'm very glad you got my invitation. I didn't know you'd look like this, though.”
“Well, when you sent me that message saying that you'd be dressed as the big bad wolf... what can I say? I wanted to match. And I wanted to surprise you. Do you like it?” Benny then pulled his hands back, stretching upwards, showing off more of his form. His smooth legs and arms, his body that his red riding hood costume curved and hugged exquisitely, the red and white fabric painting an image of total seduction which continued to tug and pull at Alan's inner animal.
Alan barely restrained the urge to groan just from looking at him, but couldn't help himself from dipping low and close to Benny, breathing right against his neck, letting that heat seep inside of his old friend, to burn inside of the the same way it was burning inside of himself. A lust that was growing, rising high, like a great bonfire that threatened to devour them both – and they were eagerly feeding it, one after the other. A big tug back and forth, both towards the same goal.
“I fucking love it,” he let out, low and heated, straight into Benny's ear, then continued. “But calling you Benny doesn't feel... appropriate, with a costume like that.”
“Then what should I be called?” Benny asked, that teasing, sugar sweet voice of his rising higher and higher, sounding so innocent. Yet, it was that faux kind of innocence, intentionally put on to make the dark temptations beneath it all the sweeter.
“Maybe it's a cliché, but I think 'Red' would be perfect for a cute little girl like yourself.” Alan smiled after he said this. A toothy kind of smile, baring his canines, every single one of his teeth a flashing, pearly white, which would look threatening with the raw hunger being held inside of all of them, were it not for the fact that Benny, now christened Red for the night, wanted it. To be craved, to be devoured alive by the sexual needs of the taller, broader, masculine friend of his, whose hand was now running up his back to pull them body to body. His bulge pressing through his costume and up against Red's own, through the fabric, grinding against his tiny, soft, delightfully feminine stomach.
Red grinned right back, mischievousness coloring every inch of their smile while his own hand returned the favor. Starting at Alan's neck, then groping downwards in his skintight costume, coming closer and closer to hidden manhood.
“And maybe this is a cliché, but...” Red spoke, soft, straight into Alan's ear so only he could hear it, while his smooth palm finally pressed up against their cock, stroking it through the darkly colored weaves of his costume. Feeling it pulse, throb and stiffen from all the extra attention, watching the patience drain from Alan's face and body while he kept teasing him. Then, Red's voice became all the more feminine, putting on a role to act for tonight. “Why, grandma, what a great big cock you have!”
Alan couldn't help himself. Despite his raging hard-on, despite that animalistic need creeping up on him, burning in his stomach, electrifying his spine, and making his heart beat like a hammer, he laughed. But so as not to let the moment waste away, he came in close again and bit at Red's neck, aggressively, dominantly.
Possessively. Wanting to claim him.
“That is cliché. Now, are you going to come to my room so I can fuck you senseless, or not, you little fucking cocktease?”
Red licked their lips and lidded their eyes, fluttering their lashes and showing off their shadowy eyeliner.
That was all that needed to be said. Alan's hand immediately gripped tightly around Red's wrist, dragging him out of the party and towards the stairs, not wanting to waste another minute. He wanted to fuck his friend's pretty, girly little face, and their perfect, taut round ass, like a dog. Just rutting and fucking and breeding and taking this little girl passing through the woods to be their own. Wanted to cum in his friend's mouth and on their face, and inside their tight boy cunt and show them what happened when they came to their party dressed like that, teasing like they did.
And Red, for their part, wanted exactly that as well. To be absolutely eaten alive by the sexual, lustful needs of their big bad wolf. Taught a lesson on w
hat happened to naughty little cockteases who got bigger, more powerful men all worked up. They could act like complete animals.
It wasn't long before they were in Alan's bedroom. He had locked it off himself just in case something like this happened, wanting the privacy it afforded. And because he didn't want to walk in on some friends of a friend fucking on his bed. No, that was for him, and him only. If other people wanted to fuck at his party, they'd either have to find other rooms, do it outside, in their cars, on the couches... really, anywhere but his bedroom. And it was richly decorated, taking full advantage of the wealth he was born into. Cleanliness and comfort that was unmatched, with a low, crimson red color accenting the mood of the room, made all the more personally intense by the low, yellow-orange lights, easy on the eyes as the two of them entered inside, Alan closing and locking the door behind him. Red was drinking in the sight of his friend's room, seen for the first time in what felt like ages, but got cut short by Alan's hand coming around to his chin, holding it between his thumb and forefinger. Taking Red's attention, making him look directly up into his canine eyes. Holding the moment like that, taking Red's breath away as he overpowered him with simply a stare.
“Does Little Red Riding Hood need to be taught a lesson?” Alan asked, rather rhetorically, a gravelly growl coming through in his tone, reverberating and vibrating out from his throat.
The teasing seductiveness disappeared out from Red's own voice, replaced by something soft, even a little shy. But submissive. “Yes,” he answered, simply, with that delightfully femmy voice of his which made Alan want to sink all the more into the role of the Big Bad Wolf.
“Does she need to be – want to be – taught what happens when they go around teasing wolves with their sexy, slutty little body? Their smooth legs and lips, their tight little ass?” Benny continued, emphasizing it with his other hand, reaching around to grab at Red's ass, groping and molesting the cheeks like they owned them. Like they owned Red.
