The Heavy Bottomed Top ch2 (Patreon)

Hello all! Sorry for the delay, had to deal with some bullshit IRL. But anyway here is the femboy on male story! Hope you enjoy!

Preview:

The line at the battered campus food truck is short, the December air sharp enough to sting cheeks and turn breath into white clouds. Ashley stands with a paper cup of black coffee warming his palms, the bitter heat seeping into his fingers. Steam curls up around his face, while Lizzy leans against the metal side of the truck beside him, magenta hair tucked under a black beanie, heavy eyeliner perfect despite the early hour. She scrolls through her phone with one gloved hand, the other shoved deep in the pocket of her ripped jacket. “So...” She says without looking up, voice dry. “... Spill. You reek of ‘I just rearranged someone’s guts and left them twitching’.”

Ashley takes a slow sip, eyes half-lidded in satisfaction as the hot liquid burns down his throat. “Nothing gets past you, huh?" He smiles slyly. "Ben. My old French teacher from high school. Ran into him at the café last night during my shift. Boned his butt after closing and then I took him to a cheap hotel and really reminded him of the good ol' days” He lowers the cup, smirk spreading wider. “Made the guy cum like eight times before he blacked out completely. Throat, ass, fist, went through all of 'em and then some. By the end he was twitching every time I so much as breathed near his overstimulated body. Shot dry the last two times, just spasming and moaning like a cute broken little bitch”

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Ash's bedroom is warm, the single desk lamp casting a soft amber pool of light across the unmade bed and the clothes scattered on the floor. Outside the window the campus is dark, streetlights glowing faint through the bare tree branches. Lizzy sits cross-legged on the edge of the mattress, boots kicked off, watching with open amusement as her friend stands in front of the full-length mirror mounted on the closet door.

The femboy turns slowly, critically examining every angle of the outfit he has chosen for the first private tutoring session with Professor Drennan. Tight black jeans that hug the boi's ass so closely the fabric digs into the soft underside of each cheek, and outlining the thick shape of his soft cock and the heavy, low-hanging cum-bombs that swing slightly with every shift of weight. A soft cream sweater slips off one shoulder, the neckline wide enough to flash collarbone and the top of one smooth pec, clinging just enough at the waist to hint at the narrow taper beneath. His long blonde hair falls loose around his shoulders in soft waves, catching the lamplight. A thin layer of gloss makes his plump lips look wet and inviting, while a thick black choker sits snug around his throat, like a dark contrast against pale freckled skin.

“You’re going to kill that man” Lizzy says, chin resting in one hand, hair falling into her eyes. “Straight-up murder by bubble butt goodness”

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The pace starts deep and measured. Each stroke drags the obese python over the professor's prostate with filthy precision. The sound in the room turns wet and obscene, PLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAPPLAP, skin meeting skin, the low meaty clap of Ashley’s balls against Connor’s thighs, Connor’s punched-out moans every time that heavy cock spears him full, papers slide, and the room quickly turns into a porno shoot set. “That’s it!” The hung trap moans, hands locking on Connor’s hips. His thumbs dig into the soft flesh there, holding him open, holding him still. “Feel how fat it is? Feel it rearranging you? This is what your world is about to become when I'm done with you”

Connor’s answer is a wrecked, high howl. His cheek smears the page, and is dick swings under him, leaking a thin string that breaks and falls. Ashley speeds up. The table starts to complain in earnest, wood knocking against the floor with every thrust as the girly boy's hips snap forward, the heavy slap of his sack against Connor’s ass filling the small dining room. He fucks like he has all night and no intention of being gentle about it: long strokes that pull almost free, then bury him to the root again, grinding at the bottom so Connor’s prostate gets crushed on every pass. “Come on teach, I know you're getting close. I can feel your walls sucking me in each time I bully your bitch-button” He taunts, breath starting to roughen. “Trust me, there's no point in resisting. You will nut on my cock while I'm turning your guts into a fucking mess. That’s how good boys like you are supposed to finish, Mr. Drennan” He leans in, draping his petite body over Connor's as he whispers the rest in his ear. "Like a good, fucking faggot~"