As he turned the rubber ball between his hands, Anon’s eyes flicked from player to player on the other side of the court. He’d never enjoyed gym class, and he held no love for competitive sports, but the course was a mandatory part of his senior year. He flung himself to the floor as a ball was hurtled at him, only barely managing to avoid being eliminated from the match.
“Close one, nerd,” a familiar voice jeered, drawing his attention to one of his opponents.
Being forced to play dodge-ball would have been demeaning enough, not for the least of which reasons being he was far from athletic, but being subjected to the mocking calls and taunts of a particular opponent made the endeavor all the more difficult. Adorned in a tank top and shorts, sporting a pair of long, indigo pigtails, Aria smiled cruelly over at him. Watching her squat down to retrieve a ball, her legs spread and crotch angled squarely in his direction, he eyed the prominent bulge lurking just behind the fabric of her trunks.
He knit his brow and sprang back to his feet, preparing for the impending attack. Had he been facing anyone else, any other student within the school, he might - might have been able to hold his own - sadly, facing Aria was a twofold threat. Not only was she in damn good condition, being both stronger and faster than him, but her existence had thrown his once firm sexuality into a tailspin. His only saving grace, the one thing that allowed him to call himself even remotely straight, was that his cognitive dissonance was strong enough to view her as a girl - that and, for whatever reason, she got a kick out of him using feminine pronouns with her.
Though nobody knew it, or they were too polite to mention it, Aria wasn’t a girl at all - sure she sounded feminine, had the aesthetic of a tomboy, and could sing her ass off, but her chest was flat as a board and she was packing a cock that would put most horses to shame. As she shifted the ball into her right hand, grinning wickedly at him, she lowered her free arm to brazenly fondle herself. Like the well-trained cock-hound Anon was, he felt his pucker reflexively clench at the sight of her vulgar gesture.
The last two months, since he’d gone over to her house, confessed his feelings for her, discovered she was actually an obscenely hung femboy, and had his brains fucked out, had been an absolute roller coaster. It was hard for him to say if he was legitimately dating Aria or not, given she treated him more like a living, breathing sex-toy, but he wasn’t complaining - well he wasn’t complaining much. Her libido was absolutely insane, so much so that he found himself wondering what she did before she’d adopted him as her cock-sleeve, and it wasn’t uncommon for her to drag him into a bathroom, under the bleachers, or any other relatively private area to relieve herself with him.
It had taken him some time to get used to her savage variety of fucking, but the discomfort from having a cock the size of an arm railing him out had gradually become more and more enjoyable - so much so that he could and often did blow a low purely from her demolishing his prostate. She’d fucked him in more positions than he thought existed, making him flexible in a number of ways, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy being her cum-dump - that said, it had a few drawbacks. Between having a sore throat and a plug in his ass during classes, his grades had suffered slightly - not enough to threaten him getting his diploma, but definitely enough to rob him of an honors credit.
As the game raged on around him, his teammates and some of his opponents falling in the back-and-forth barrage, she pulled at the hem of her shorts to reveal the barest hint of her crotch. The moment he saw her neatly trimmed bush, his thoughts wandered into lecherous waters. There wasn’t a thing about her that didn’t captivate him, from the way she smelled to her endearing bullying, and she wasn’t above using that against him.
He didn’t notice her hurl the ball until it nailed him squarely in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him and sending him falling to his knees. Her laugh was a bitter symphony, somehow inspiring and terrible, yet he couldn’t help but smile hearing it. She may have known that he was smitten with her, but he doubted she fully understood how much he cherished her.
Pushing himself up and hobbling to the side, joining his classmates who’d been eliminated, he seated himself on the bleachers and set his eyes upon Aria. While many considered her and her friends, Adagio and Sonata, to be untouchable bullies within the school, he knew different. It was rare, almost like she tried to hide it from everyone, but his big-dicked she-stud had a sweet, almost tender side - yeah, it may have only come out after she’d pumped a load into him, and maybe it only lasted a few minutes at most, but it was in her all the same.
The remainder of the match played out as he’d expected, with Aria’s team utterly dominating the few players that were left on his side of the court, before the coach wrapped things up and had everyone disperse. Some of the students lingered and chatted, while most drifted off to shower and change for their next class, but there was one particular classmate of his that deviated from the rest. Strutting up to him, swaying her hips and smiling all the while, Aria stopped just in front of him and grabbed his wrist.
“C’mon,” she huffed, wiping a sweat-streaked bang from her face.
He got to his feet and numbly followed behind her, unsure of where her intentions for him lie. “You’re not gonna shower?”
“Nah,” she chuckled, peeking over her shoulder at him, “but I am gonna get clean.”
Her tone was a familiar one, playful but tinged with ill-intent, and it caused his heart to skip a beat. Damned if he knew exactly where she was leading him, but his instincts told him she had something less than curricular planned for him. Out of the gymnasium and into a hallway she led him, until she turned and pushed open the door to a supply closet.
Waving him in, she looked up and down the vacant corridor. “Get in…”
“A…are you gonna - uh…” he trailed off, the sinking feeling in his gut eclipsed by the sensation of his backdoor constricting upon itself.
“I said get in,” she grunted, stepping over and shoving him into the small room.
Lined with rows of balls and sporting equipment, with a stack of padded mats heaped in one corner, the chamber was dark, cool, and completely abandoned. He stumbled in and got his bearings, his eyes adjusting to the dim light, before the sound of a turning lock shook him from his thoughts. Turning and looking back, seeing Aria with her hand on the deadbolt, he swallowed hard.
Trying and failing not to ogle her crotch, noticing the prodigious swell in her shorts twitch, he licked his lips. “So - um - you said you’re gonna get clean?”
“Mmmhmm,” she hummed, nonchalantly lifting her arms and hauling the dampened tank top up and over her head. “And you’re gonna help me.”
While she had no tits to speak of, the sight of her glistening chest and washboard abs were enough to send blood surging to his loins. She could easily have been mistaken for a flat-chested girl, had it not been for one huge, awe-inspiring feature about her. As she hitched her thumbs over her waistband, she bent forward.
“Bet you’ve been thinking about this all day,” she snickered, drawing the article down her legs while exposing inch after godly inch of her semi-flaccid tool.
He still didn’t exactly understand how she managed to conceal such an absolute behemoth in a pair of panties, much less shorts, yet her technique for tucking her monstrous endowment only made the moment all the more magical. Flopping out and into the open, her dick steamed the air around it. While he was resolute in insisting he wasn’t into guys, clinging to the shreds of his remaining heterosexuality, his growing erection was a testament to how he really felt about seeing a cock the size of his forearm.
Slowly getting to his knees, knowing good and well what she wanted him to do, he shuffled closer to her - that was until she reached out and placed a hand to the top of his head. The only reason he’d gotten down and was getting ready to choke himself on her was because of the way she always treated him, her sexual urges developing a pavlovian response with him, so to have her stop him was odd - very, very odd. He knit his brow and tore his eyes off her package, looking up at her with a mixture of confusion and concern.
“Oh I’ll let you get to this,” she laughed, hefting and flopping her immense hog at him, “after you’re done…”
She turned as she finished speaking, hiked one leg up, and rested her knee on a pommel horse resting just beside the door. Her ass - good god, her ass was absolutely incredible. Not too muscular and not too doughy, her backside sat squarely in the goldilocks zone of tush perfection. Watching a bead of sweat roll down her back and into the cleft of her rump, he suddenly found himself more than eager to give her rear a spit-shine.
“Go ahead,” she mused, looking back at him while she rolled her hips from side to side. “I know we’ve got an hour before lunch, but I figure you wouldn’t mind a little snack.”
Inching closer and closer, drawn by the strong, masculine scent rolling off her body, he stopped a hair’s breadth from her immaculately presented backside to appreciate the view. She’d never let him top her, and he doubted she ever would, but he could appreciate her ass in more ways than one. He momentarily eyed her weighty, cum-laden balls, telling himself he’d get them warmed up as well, as he leaned in, placed his hands on her waist, and opened his mouth.
The second his tongue graced her backdoor, she rocked back and ground her pucker to his lips. “Kiss me like you missed me, Anon…”
His eyes rolled to the back, his tongue plunged into her, and he breathed in her rich, intoxicating bouquet. There wasn’t a thing about her that he didn’t find attractive, from her domineering attitude to her sporty aesthetic, but her scent - heaven help him, her scent had grown to be one of his favorite things about her. All it took was for her to fan her shorts or shirt in direction to get him worked up, flipping the bottom-bitch switch in his brain, and she totally knew it.
“Oh yeah,” she groaned, bucking back against him. “Really get in there.”
Moaning into her, he eagerly obliged. Several years prior, well before she’d popped his cherry, he would have laughed if someone had told him he’d end up eating a femboy’s ass after gym class - now things were different. His left hand stayed on her waist, caressing her side and hip, while his right slipped lower to cradle and tenderly knead her plump, heavy balls.
As he hotly made out with her behind, the assault on his senses only grew worse. The fragrance filling his sinuses would have been enough to get him excited in and of itself, but the taste of her sweaty, unwashed flesh reminded him of his place. Salty, bitter flavors washed over his palate, as he lowered his head and drew his tongue up her taint. Acting on instinct, unable to think clearly, he lowered one arm and started loosening his shorts.
Even if things didn’t go beyond the spontaneous tongue bathing, there was no reason he couldn’t enjoy himself a little bit - at least he’d presumed it would be fine. He sensed her shift a split second before she guffawed above him, sundering his concentration and bringing his motions to an immediate halt. Withdrawing just enough to glance over her toned cheeks and up to her face, he froze when he saw her watching him.
“What a faggot,” she tittered. “You know you’ve got your face buried in a guy’s ass right now ~ right?”
There wasn’t a thing he could have said to defend himself, though he wished there had been. He realized what she was doing - hell, she'd been bullying for being her bottom since they’d had their first fling, and she’d likely keep doing it well into the future. Averting his gaze and mutely submitting to her, he kissed her ass cheek.
“Oh no,” she tutted, wheeling around and practically backhanding him with her dick, “you don’t get to do that anymore. Since you’re having so much fun, let’s move things along…”
For a fleeting instant, quicker than the blink of an eye, he thought she was going to let him suck her off - unfortunately for him, seeing her kick off one shoe, comprehension dawned on him. Taking full advantage of his stunned, vulnerable state, she lifted one leg and pressed her bare foot to his cheek. He’d never understood why she only wore socks on occasion, but the sensation of her toes and hot, sweaty sole against his face was more arousing than it had any right to be.
“If you’re a good little bitch boy, maybe I’ll fuck the cum out of you,” she purred, running her toes over his lips.
He knew it was wrong, that he was further cementing the drift in their power dynamic, yet he couldn’t help himself. Peering up at her, seeing the twisted grin plastered on her face, he suckled on her toes. She truly was a sinful creature, dragging him into depths of depravity he couldn’t have imagined, and he wouldn’t be shocked in the slightest if she coaxed more kinks out of him as time went on.
Though he swore he wasn’t podophilic, there was something about her feet that thrilled him to no end. Maybe it was because the act was so degrading, or perhaps it was because he realized how dirty it was to worship her in such a debased fashion - whatever the case may be, his painfully rigid cock was proof that he was into fetishistic treatment. Zigzagging his tongue between her toes, all but huffing the strong aroma with every breath, he did as he was told.
She shook her head while she watched him, giggling like a schoolgirl. “This really is sad - don’t get me wrong, it’s cute, but it is kinda sad…”
“Mmmhmm,” he hummed, running his tongue down the arch of her foot to her sole.
He’d abandoned any efforts to disagree with her, having learned that she’d either make things worse for him or leave him blue-balled if he resisted, which only made his predicament worse. She’d coaxed out his masochistic side, molded him into a plaything for herself, and a part of him loved her for it. It had taken him weeks to work up the courage to go talk to her, merely hoping for a date, yet she’d given him more than he’d ever dreamed of - nevertheless, he wanted something more.
After he finished licking her one foot clean, he moved on to her other. As much as he would have liked to get himself off, he abstained - not only because he knew she’d give him hell for touching himself, but because he was looking forward to her making good on her promise. Minutes passed, his face and tongue grew covered in her sweat, and he became so hard that it hurt, until he finished his humiliating task and nervously withdrew.
“Not too shabby,” she clucked. “Did that little promise of mine give you some inspiration?”
He cast his eyes to the floor and nodded. “Yeah…”
Getting her newly cleaned feet under herself, she stood, stepped to the side, and waved him up. “C’mon, you know the drill - grab your ankles for me, sweetheart.”
Practically rocketing up, he bent over and presented himself. He’d never experienced anything as intensely wonderful as getting bred by her, yet their trysts came with a cost. While she had plowed him more times than he could count, essentially ruining him for anyone other than an actual horse, his view of her had gradually taken on a new light. Looking back at her, feeling her grab his hip, he summoned his courage and straightened back up.
“W…wait,” he uneasily croaked, “there’s something I - Oh fuck!”
She didn’t give him a chance to speak, plunging her length into him and cutting him off. Stars danced across his vision, his hair stood on end, and a gout of pre-cum dribbled out of his cock. He should have realized she wasn’t going to wait, that she was just as worked up as he was, but he’d hoped he’d be able talk with her before she started pounding his ass.
Driving her length into him, she only stopped when the entirety of her shaft was sheathed in his supple, well-trained ass. “I fucking swear, nothing beats getting your dick wet between classes ~ isn’t that right?”
“Uh…uh-huh…” he wheezed, bracing himself on the tower of mats.
He still had something to say, but having his insides rearranged made it difficult to concentrate. Holding himself steady while she withdrew, feeling his pucker being drawn out by her enormous tool, he closed his eyes and bit down on his bottom lip. He didn’t have to imagine what he must have looked like, stripped down, covered in sweat, and bent over like a bitch in heat, because she’d taken the liberty of recording them on several occasions.
Having nearly freed her cock, leaving just the tip within his pucker, she smacked his ass and started thrusting. There was no gradual buildup, no time to let them both savor the intimate moment - no, she simply began jackhammering into him like a crazed beast. Things may have been different if they’d had more time before their next class, but that wasn’t the case.
“Were you - Mmmph - tryin’ to say something?” she grunted, not slowing in the slightest.
Though he tried to reply, the most he could manage was to groan and whimper as she railed him out. Handling something of her immense size would have been amazing enough, but she had much more than just size on her side. Angling her plunges and beating his prostate into submission, she sent him skyrocketing toward release with next to no effort.
Raising a hand and smacking his ass, causing him to yelp, she laughed. “Gonna have to start bringing you to our concerts. There’s something about breeding your slutty ass and having wild monkey sex that’s fan-fucking-tastic after I’ve worked up a good sweat!”
Despite himself, he blushed harder than he already had been. He knew she meant it, that she really did like having him around, but he couldn’t say if she just saw him as a convenient piece of stress relief. Though they were around almost constantly, oftentimes spending time with one another after school and on weekends, their relationship, if it could be called that, lacked any traditional hallmarks of romance.
She draped herself over him, plowing him like he was a field in spring, and rested her chin on his shoulder. “You wanna suck me clean afterwards?” she cooed, reaching around his chest to tweak his nipples.
“God yes,” he mewled, his higher functions momentarily overwhelmed by his lust.
He hadn’t so much as touched himself, leaving his cock to bounce around and sling pre-cum, but he was already close - so close that he’d be shocked if he lasted more than a handful of seconds. Shudderingly twisting his head to look at her, he locked eyes with her and was instantly reminded of what he wanted to say. He wouldn’t deny that the sex with her was beyond incredible, but he couldn’t bring himself to just be a plaything for her.
“S…stop,” he stammered. She quirked a brow and slowed, if only just, prompting him to scowl. “I said stop!”
To his amazement, she actually stopped. He’d half-expected her to berate him or possibly rail him harder and faster than she had been, but all she did was give him a confused, almost concerned look. He collected himself as quickly as he could and cleared his throat. Things were either about to go very well or very poorly - either way, he wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip through his fingers.
“C…can you pull out for a second?” he timidly inquired.
She stepped back, hauled her cock from his slightly gaped backside, and awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck while looking to the floor. “What? Where you wanting me to -”
“Aria,” he cut her off, turning to face her. “I wanted to ask you something…”
“Seriously ~ you chose now of all times to ask me something?” she countered, crossing her arms over her chest.
Feeling his mouth go dry, he reached out and took her by the hand. “Yeah, because there’s no good time for me to bring this up. I - Ahem - what am I to you?”
Her eyes widened and she stiffened, but she remained where she stood. “I…what? What the hell do you mean?”
“I mean are we dating or am I just a fuck-toy to you,” he murmured, staring dead at her. “Don’t get me wrong, the sex with you is the best thing ever, but I want - need to know if we’re more than just friends with benefits…”
She turned her head and looked to the side, unwilling or unable to hold his gaze. “I…I dunno…”
Undeterred, he held her hand and inched closer. “I really do like you, Aria - like, I like like you. As happy as I am that we’ve grown closer, nothing would make me happier than if you were my girlfriend.”
“Boyfriend,” she mumbled, refusing to look at him.
Aside from the overpowering smell of sweat and sex hanging in the room, the tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. He held his breath and waited, praying he hadn’t made a mistake. If things went poorly, he could say goodbye to all the good times he’d had with her, but if things worked in his favor, he’d be more happy than ever.
It was only after a moment of silence, seconds stretching into what felt like an excruciating eternity, that she sighed. “So you’re serious about this?”
“More serious than anything!” he hastily exclaimed, reaching out to hold her shoulders. “You might think it’s silly, but think of all the things we could do together! I’d take you on dates, cook for you, and I’d never do anything to disappoint you.”
Her face darkened and she fidgeted in place, twisting and grinding her thighs together. “Really…?”
“I mean it with all my heart,” he reverently breathed.
He could have let it end there, swearing himself to her, but that wouldn’t be good enough for either of them. Shooting forward, catching her completely off guard, he locked lips with her. She must not have cared that he’d had his face in her ass minutes prior, because she kissed him back without the slightest shred of hesitation.
They must have looked like a mess, making out in a supply closet while buck naked, yet the heated exchange made his heart soar. Jamming her tongue past his lips, she pawed at his back and pressed herself against him. While she hadn’t expressly said she would accept his offer, that they would officially be an item, her impassioned response said more than words ever could.
Pulling away from him, leaving a glimmering trail of saliva connecting their lips, she smirked. “Boyfriend, girlfriend - I don’t give a shit. As long as you don’t go fooling around behind my back, I guess I wouldn’t mind a little bit of commitment.”
“Yeah - because I’m sure finding someone who can take that monster of yours is super easy,” he chuckled.
She shrugged and walked two fingers up her chest and to his chin. “That too, if I’m being honest - speaking of which, boyfriend, you wanna finish up before we get to algebra?”
“On one condition,” he whispered. Hopping up and back, placing his ass on the mats behind him, he reclined and lifted his legs. “I want to see that beautiful face of yours.”
“How could I say no to that,” she tittered, shaking her head.
Lifting and spreading his legs, he grabbed his ankles. Being fucked by her in any position was amazing, yet he was a particular fan of missionary. There was something magical about laying on his back while she ruined him, having a picturesque view throughout the affair; as if being able to watch her wasn’t good enough, the angle of her thrusts was even better than taking her from behind.
Stepping forward, she grabbed the base of her dick and guided the tip of her length to his backdoor. “I gotta say, you do look awfully cute like that…”
“Thanks,” he muttered, well aware of how whorish he must have looked.
“There’s just one problem,” she continued, prodding his entrance with her cock-head. “If you’re gonna be my boyfriend, I’ll have to ruin you for anyone else…”
She sank her length into him as she spoke, drawing an unseemly moan from him. Her shaft plunged deeper and deeper, moving at a glacial pace and allowing him to savor the enormity of her tool. The rounded tip, the ridge of its head, the particularly thick vein that snaked along its right side - every little detail of her endowment was extraordinary as all get-out.
“Ready?” she softly inquired, having nearly hilted him.
Releasing his ankles and locking his legs around the small of her back, he nodded. “Since when has that stopped you?”
Without skipping a beat, looking as giddy as a schoolgirl, she picked up where she’d left off. Each thrust sent his body lurching up the mats, setting the entire stack to jostle beneath him, as he laced his fingers and placed his hands behind his head. Unlike before, when she’d ruthlessly screwed him like it was the last day of their lives, she actually took her time - almost like she wanted to relish the experience.
“You like that, baby?” she growled, dipping her hips to crush his tender p-spot.
He tried to reply, to tell her that he loved it almost as much as he loved her, but all he could manage was to whimper like a bitch in heat. She almost never took things slow, preferring to have, as she put it, ‘wild monkey sex’ with him, which made the lovemaking all the more wondrous. Without any conscious thought, he flexed his legs and made her gradually increase her pace.
Her groans and grunts mingled with his mewling and throaty moans, creating a small symphony of depravity within the storage room, while they succumbed to their urges. It may have been his imagination, but he could swear there was something different about her. The way she’d slip glances to his face, how she almost tenderly pistoned into him, and her demeanor were a far departure from her usual, wild self.
He could have stayed where he was forever, basking in everything she had to offer, but he knew they only had so much time to work with. They were probably already late for class, there was a good chance that the school resource officer was looking for them, and the last thing they needed was to be caught screwing on school grounds. Sensing himself slowly nearing his limit, more concerned with earning her seed than cumming himself, he tensed.
With his ankles locked around her waist, he pulled her in. “H…harder…”
With her hips beating against his tush, she obliged his little request. The pitch of his voice raised an octave, contrasting against her guttural groans and heavy breaths, while the drumbeat of their colliding bodies echoed throughout the chamber. He had no way of knowing just how long the rutting lasted, seeing as how there was no clock present, but he could swear she ended up railing him for at least a half an hour.
She snorted and shuffled closer, her long, deep strokes transitioning into rapid-fire thrusts. He’d been worried about how long she was going to last, used to her being able to bring him two or even three climaxes before she blew her load, although things took yet another unexpected turn. Her breaths grew ragged, a subtle tremor crept into her thighs, and her steady rhythm became frantic and disjointed; as unbelievable as it was, she was getting damn close herself.
It took everything he had to hold himself back, going so far as to bite on a finger to stave off his impending orgasm - even then, it was closer than he would have liked. Throwing herself forward and pinning his arms to either side of his head, she hilted and deeply kissed him. He’d realized she was about to cum, but the sensation of her scalding essence flooding his depths and the spontaneous makeout session did him in in an instant.
He’d climaxed more times than he dared to count with her, yet this particular orgasm was the best he’d ever had. Their tongues entwined, his pucker spasmed around her throbbing shaft, and the warmth blossoming in his gut bordered on the divine. It would have been impossible for him to figure out the perfect way to finish such an erotic exchange, but he’d be damned if kissing her and painting himself with his own nut wasn’t close to perfect.
“H…hot damn,” she wheezed, pulling away and unsteadily pushing herself up.
He couldn’t have said anything if he’d tried, only being able to gasp for breath. He’d been messy before she’d bred him, but now he was in a deplorable state. With his gut bloated with seed, throat horse, and knowing good and damn well he wouldn’t be able to walk right for the rest of the day, he stared up at her in awe.
Looking down to his gut, she bashfully grinned. “S…say ~ you wanna skip class and go back to my place?”
There was a very real chance that they’d get in trouble, but the notion of being brought back to her apartment to have another go at her damn near forced him to nod. He nearly collapsed when she unsheathed her softening length and pulled him to his feet - fortunately for him, she caught him and swung his arm over her shoulders. It was anyone’s guess how she was going to smuggle him out of the school without being seen, especially because his legs felt like jello, but he was sure of one thing - she’d just made him the happiest guy on the planet…
