Chapter 3

I awkwardly tried to pull my keys out of my pocket as I grappled with the numerous carrier bags hanging from my arms and hands. My fingertips were scraping against the keychain in my pocket, but I couldn’t quite reach far down enough to grab them. Raising one leg and leaning my body to the side, I finally managed to gain some purchase, slowly, agonizingly pulling out the keys as I pinched my index finger and thumb together. With them finally free, I clumsily pushed the key into the door, turning it and pushing the door open, stepping inside the flat and nearly tripping over as the weight of the bags dragged me to one side. Staggering towards the kitchen counter, I lifted the various items I had purchased onto the side, finally able to stand properly and take in a deep breath. Checking my watch, it had just passed three in the afternoon meaning Ash wouldn’t be home for at least another two hours and I still had plenty of time for what I had planned. Returning to the front door, I closed and locked it, taking off my jacket and shoes, putting them in their proper places by the door before returning to my bags. Beginning to unpack them I slowly pulled out and organized everything I was going to need for the night ahead.

Today was our six month anniversary and I had been planning for this day for weeks. Ash had been having an especially tough time lately as his Mum had resurfaced, but as per usual, it wasn’t so she could reconnect with her son, but instead begging for money to buy more booze or asking to come and stay with us as she’d been kicked out by her latest “boyfriend.” Ash had of course refused, learning long ago that fueling her behavior just made things worse, but his mood had definitely dipped and he’d needed a lot more attention from me lately. This just meant that I wanted tonight to be even more special, so he could forget about everything going on around him, university, housework, socializing, his mum, everything, instead just focusing on the love I have for him. I smiled softly to myself as I pictured his beaming face in my mind before returning to the task at hand. First I needed to set up the bedroom, taking two of the bags into what used to be my room, but was now the space we both shared and where we slept together.

Emptying out the bag onto the bed, I sorted through the various items I’d purchased in town, starting with the tealights. I placed them all over the room, on the bedside tables, along our dresser and windowsill and by the time I was done, there wasn’t a square inch of available space that didn’t have a little candle waiting to be lit. Next up were a pair of love heart shaped balloons which I inflated and tied to the headboard, making sure they would be well clear of the flames of course. While I hoped that the flames of our passion would be hot, I definitely didn’t want to start a house fire, although that would certainly make for a memorable anniversary! Finally I took out two huge bags of rose petals, scattering them across the floor, out of the bedroom door and down the hallway to the door that opened into the main living area. With some candles left over, I decided to line them up along the walls of the hallway too. It would take a long time to light them all, but as I surveyed the scene I had set up, I was happy with my work, picturing how happy Ash would be when he saw it, his dimpled little cheeks blushing as his eyes sparkle like they always do when he looks at me. I could feel my heart beating faster in my chest as I thought about my boyfriend, taking a second to calm myself down before returning to the kitchen. There was still a lot to do.

Checking the time, I only had around ninety minutes until Ash would be home, so I needed to get a move on if I wanted to have everything ready by the time he gets back. Emptying my grocery bags I got to work on our food for the evening. First up was our starter, a true classic in the form of a simple caesar salad. I prepared the lettuce, bacon, cheese, croutons and dressing, putting each into the fridge ready to be put into a bowl and tossed prior to serving. I had bought a premade sticky toffee pudding for dessert which would need putting into the oven shortly before Ash got home, so I turned my focus to the most laborious task, our main course. Ash’ love of anime also stretched to Japanese culture in general and I’d spent the last several weeks learning everything I could about sushi making, watching videos online and reading articles and now it was going to be my first try at actually preparing it myself. I was nervous to try, but I knew I needed to do a good job, once again picturing my beautiful boyfriends smiling face to give me the necessary motivation.

Laying out some squares of cling film on the counter I applied each with the sushi rice I had prepared earlier in the day, ensuring all of the space was covered and that the layer was as uniformly flat as possible. Taking the sharpest knife we owned I started adding crab along with some thin slices of avocado and cucumber. Now came the trickiest part, using the bamboo mat to roll the sushi up. I loaded up a video to remind myself of the correct technique and after a couple of attempts, I managed to pull it off. Removing the roll of sushi, I sliced it into individual portions and sprinkled sesame seeds on top. Comparing it to pictures online, it wasn't a bad first attempt at a California roll and I repeated the process again so we would have two portions. I also tried making some nigiri, thinly slicing raw salmon to top small mounds of rice, which was significantly less fiddly than the rolling had been. I probably should have started with them, but nevermind.

Pulling out a large white platter I set about meticulously placing each piece of lovingly prepared sushi on it, lined up neatly to look as aesthetically pleasing as possible. I poured soy sauce and wasabi in little bowls ready for dipping before I carefully slid the food into the fridge and checked the time. Thirty minutes left. I looked around the kitchen to make sure everything was ready to go, quickly setting the dining table and running off to jump into the shower and get ready for the evening of celebrations ahead. Once I had finished my routine I stood with a towel wrapped around my waist looking at my reflection in the full length mirror in the bedroom, my short, wet hair looking like a bird's nest, broad, muscular shoulders and my toned chest and stomach proof of all the hard work I put in at the gym over the past several months. I have never considered myself to be a vain person, but I couldn’t deny that I felt good looking at myself now. Investing time into my own personal fitness as well as the love and compliments from my boyfriend had really boosted my self-confidence, but it was very important to me that I didn’t let it get to my head, that I stayed humble and grounded. I’d known too many people growing up that I had thought were friends but eventually they’d abandon me when they became more popular, athletic or attractive than me, discarding me like an empty crisp packet into the trash. It was part of why me and Ash had been so close, he’d never left my side, always supporting and loving me unconditionally, always there to comfort me when I’d been let down by someone I thought I could trust. He was my safe place and someone I could always depend on, no matter what.

Dropping my towel I took one final look in the mirror, my cock gently swelling and throbbing as my mind raced at the thought of the night ahead with the boy I loved more than anything else. Opening my drawer I pulled out a pair of tight black boxers that would really hug my body and would guarantee to have Ash going crazy with desire once he saw them, pulling them on along with a matching pair of socks. Going into my wardrobe I took out a pair of smart black slacks and a white shirt, putting them both on before finishing the outfit with my recently polished black shoes. Checking myself in the mirror again, I was happy with how I looked, smart yet casual, my fringe hanging over my eyes a little and a soft smile on my lips. I unbuttoned a couple of the buttons on my shirt to expose some skin and show off my chest, a little hair peeking out and making me look really masculine. I looked good, I couldn’t deny it and hopefully Ash would feel the same. Checking the time, I realised that he would be home in a few minutes, scrambling to return my towel to the bathroom and making sure the bedroom looked perfect. With only a couple of minutes left, I set about the painstaking task of lighting all the candles, finishing the last couple with only seconds to

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](http://spare.As) I walked back into the living room, I heard Ash turning his key in the lock, positioning myself in front of the door and leaning casually against the wall. I wanted to look as good as possible for him and as the door swung open, he came inside, eyes looking towards the ground. He kicked off his shoes, hanging up his coat and bag, before finally turning to face me. The second he laid his eyes on me, his jaw dropped, mouth agape, cheeks turning red as I saw that sparkle in his eyes that made my heart flutter every time. He seemed transfixed for a few moments before looking around the room, seeing the table set for two and smelling the aroma of our dessert wafting from the oven. “What's all this?” He asked in a slightly confused, wavering voice as he took a couple of steps towards me.

“Happy Anniversary!” I exclaimed happily, spreading my arms to welcome him home and Ash immediately ran to me. Wrapping his arms around my waist he accepted my embrace gratefully, head resting against my chest as he bounced up and down on his toes, excited happiness flowing through his body as our hearts both beat faster in our chests.

“Happy Anniversary Bruce,” he replied as he looked up at me, those deep brown eyes of his threatening to swallow me whole as I gazed into them. “I can't believe you remembered!”

His words stung a little, but it was a fair comment, I was notorious for being terrible with dates. Despite now being an adult, living independently and studying for a degree, I still couldn't remember my parents birthdays, fathers day, mother's day etc off the top of my head. The only date I could actually remember was Ashley's birthday, which Mum and Dad used to gently tease me about when I was younger. I was glad I'd had the foresight to set a reminder in my calendar when I woke up after our first night together and as I held this beautiful boy in my arms, my mind was cast back to that fateful morning where Ash went from my best friend to my boyfriend.

I had awoken tangled up with his body, which was hardly out of the ordinary based on our friendship, however, what was unusual was the fact we were both almost naked and my raging boner was pressing against his arse. My immediate response was to release myself from his embrace and run away, but something in the back of my mind told me to stay. As the grogginess subsided, fractured moments of the previous night started to come back to me. Ash in his sexy little outfit sitting on the sofa and looking anxious. Our first kiss. Him on his knees, my cock buried in his throat. Sliding inside him slowly, feeling him wrapped around me, truly becoming one for the first time. As it dawned on me what had happened between us I pulled him closer to me instead of pushing him away, breathing in his scent, savouring the feeling of his small, warm body against mine. His skin was so soft and his sleeping face was nothing short of angelic. My heart ached in my chest as I looked at him and remembered my final thoughts before passing out the night

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](http://before.As) I lay there, I felt Ashley stirring, letting out a soft yawn as he stretched, unintentionally digging my cock against his perky little cheeks even more so than before. I felt a shiver of pleasure run through my body as Ash let out a satisfied sigh with a hint of lust as he felt my hard member against him. “Mmm, I must still be dreaming,” he mumbled to himself, eyes still closed.

“I'm afraid not,” I replied, kissing him on the top of his head softly. He just about jumped out of his skin, eyes snapping open wide, alarm written over his face as he looked at me.

“What the fuck Bruce?” he asked, embarrassment and shame evident in his voice, “Why are you hard?” Instinctively I released my grip on him, brain scrambling to try and come up with the right words. He started to pull off the covers, glancing down and quickly putting the duvet back, pulling it up to his neck. As he turned to me, his cheeks were burning a deep, deep red, lip quivering, tears forming in his eyes. He clearly wasn't properly awake yet and couldn't remember what had happened between us. He must be so confused, waking up in lingerie in bed with your best friend, erection pressed against you. I still couldn't think of what to say, so instead, I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.

“So you don't remember last night?” I asked, cautiously, trying to give him time to recall what had happened.

“Last night?” he asked, looking confused, mind whirring as he tried to remember. I watched as I saw the pieces slowly fall into place, small smiles and glints in his eye showing the memories coming back. After what felt like forever, he finally spoke again. “Wait…, that was real?” He asked in a bewildered voice, “not a dream?”

“Very real,” I replied, leaning forwards to gently cup his cheek with my hand, “and it was the best night of my life.”

Ash whimpered in response, clasping his hand over mine, pupils dilating as he stared into my eyes. “R…, really?”

God damn he was cute. I wanted to bend him over and fuck him right there and then, but we still had plenty of time for that in the future. Instead, I leaned forwards to kiss him, starting to close my eyes before he stopped me with his hand. “Morning breath,” he explained awkwardly as I just smiled back at him.

“I don't care,” I said calmly and confidently, “now shut up and kiss me cutie.” He almost purred with happiness, softly vibrating in my arms as I placed my other hand on his face pulling his lips to mine, serotonin rushing through my body as I felt their softness against me. We kissed tenderly, bodies intertwining more with every passing second, minds exploding with euphoria as we expressed our newfound love in the bed where we had first cemented our relationship.

After several minutes we finally parted, resting in each other's arms, Ash's eyelashes fluttering as he looked up at me. “That was nice,” he whispered shyly, “I'm surprised you haven't run away after last night,” he admitted, his self-confidence issues coming to the fore once again. Hooking my finger under his chin, I tilted his face up to look at me. He looked so innocent, small and fragile. As a friend I'd promised myself I'd always protect him, but with his heart held together with string and sellotape sitting in my hand, I knew that keeping him safe was more important than ever.

“I'm not going anywhere,” I whispered softly to him, a huge smile covering his face immediately. “I actually had a question for you.” His eyebrows shot up, but he stayed quiet, allowing me to continue speaking. “I know this may seem sudden, but we've been best friends for years and last night…” I trailed off for a moment, searching for the right words. “It felt strange at first, but once I got past that, it just felt so right, y’know?” Looking down at Ash, he was nodding at me in agreement, nervously gazing at me, eyes getting wider by the second. “I know we will have a lot of challenges, but I don't care. We can deal with them together. Ash,” I paused, gathering the courage to finish my sentence, “will you be my boyfriend?”

Apparently I had zoned out, lost in my memories as Ash speaking broke me out of the haze of fuzzy feelings I had been revisiting. “So, what do you have planned for us?” he asked gleefully, bouncing up and down with excitement as I held him.

“Well, I've spent all day making a special meal, so why don't you take a seat and I'll dish up our starter?” I suggested, pulling out a chair and inviting him to sit down.

“Such a gentleman,” Ash commented as he took his place, gently stroking my arm as he sat down and I tucked the chair underneath his cute little booty. Leaning down to kiss him on the head, I stroked his arms gently before making my way over to the fridge, taking out everything I would need and placing it on the side before returning to the table with a bottle of wine in hand.

“This is a 2023 vintage,” I explained in my best attempt at a posh somaliers voice, “with rich notes of grape, wine and booze, this bottle was acquired from a local independent artisan store.” As I unscrewed the bottle cap and started to pour some of the fragrant red liquid into Ash's glass, I leant down to whisper in his ear, “otherwise known as the local off licence,” making him giggle in the adorable way that only he could. I stood upright, waiting for Ashley to have a taste and deliver his verdict. Playing his part perfectly, he swirled the wine in his glass before sniffing it and taking a light sip. After moving the liquid around his taste buds and swallowing, he looked at me, putting on his own hoity toity voice.

“It shall suffice,” he said, doing his best to keep a straight face, quickly cracking as we both laughed together and I poured some more vino into his glass. Placing the open bottle on the table, I made my way back to the kitchen, combining all of the elements of the Caesar salad into a bowl, grabbing a pair of tongs and the dressing before carrying it all over to the table. Setting it down, I looked over to my boyfriend, who was studying me intensely as I added the dressing to the bowl, mixing it thoroughly so that all the ingredients were properly combined and coated in the creamy, rich, tangy sauce. Once satisfied I used the tongs to make us both a plate of the appetiser, handing one to Ash as he smiled over at me. “I hope that's not the only time you toss my salad tonight,” he teased with a cheeky little wink, causing a rush of desire to surge through my body.

Taking my seat, I pushed down the urges surging deep within me, instead focusing on the food in front of me and giving my partner a magical night. “Well, you'll have to be a good boy and be patient for me,” I explained, “I still have a lot planned for our evening.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” Ash replied with a naughty little smile before taking the first bite of his food. “This is really good Bruce!” he exclaimed, reaching across the table to take my hand and give it a little squeeze. “Thank you,” he whispered tenderly. I knew that he didn't just mean for the meal, but for everything that had transpired between us in the past six months. Tonight was going to be my attempt to show Ash how much he means to me, although I know that no words or gestures could ever match the way I felt about him, however hard I tried.

We spent the evening enjoying each other's company and the food I had prepared for us both. The starter went down well and while my sushi was certainly an amateurish attempt, Ashley was very kind about it and said that he thought I'd done a good job, which made me swell with pride. The room was filled with love and laughter as we talked about our respective days, the past few months together and what our future would hold. By the time our spoons hit our empty dessert bowls, the last remnants of pudding starting to digest in our stomachs, the bottle of wine was empty and we were both feeling full, tipsy and more than just a little bit randy. As we looked across the table at each other, the tension was palpable, threatening to overflow at any second, but I was determined to be a gentleman.

“That was amazing,” Ash said warmly, relaxing back against his chair and stretching with a large, satisfied yawn. “Thank you for doing this for me baby.”

“No problem sweetheart,” I replied affectionately as I started to clear away the plates, “but our night isn't done yet.” I could literally see Ash shudder at my words, his mind racing with all the possibilities of what I could have planned. Placing the bowls into the sink, I turned back to my boyfriend, placing my hands against the counter behind me to prop myself up, trying to look suave and sexy as I looked over at him. He still got so nervous when I looked at him like this, wringing his cute little hands together and struggling to maintain eye contact with me. God he was adorable. Walking back over to the table, I placed my hands on his shoulders, planting a slow, gentle kiss onto his neck. “Do you want to follow me to the bedroom?” I whispered huskily into his ear as I felt him shiver beneath me. “I’m still feeling hungry,” I growled in a low rumble.

“Y…, yes please,” Ash stammered in response. It was adorable how nervous I still made him, even all this time later, as if everyday was our first together. It was one of the things I loved most about him. Offering him my hand, he took it as I helped him up from his chair, leading us to the door that led to the hall from which you could find our bedrooms and the bathroom.

“Will you do the honours?” I asked, gesturing towards the door, feeling Ash's slender fingers sliding free from my digits as he stepped forwards to turn the handle. Swinging the door open, we were both bathed in flickering candle light as Ash was frozen in place. I could tell from his ears alone that he had turned a deep red, finally turning around to look at me, lip quivering, eyes welling up as he took in the romantic view before him. “Well, go inside then,” I directed him softly and so he did, slowly stepping down the hallway, following the trail of rose petals towards our bedroom. As his eyes saw inside the room, his jaw dropped, hands clasping over his mouth as he squeaked in delight. Turning back to me, tears were welling up in his eyes and he dashed towards me, leaping into my arms and wrapping his legs around my waist as I did my best to stay upright.

He peppered my cheek with kisses as he whispered “thankyou, thankyou, thankyou,” repeatedly as I felt his little body tremble with excited happiness.

“No problem baby,” I replied as I walked towards the bedroom, carrying him in my arms. He clutched onto me like a baby animal while being protected by its mother and I could feel the warmth radiating from his body as I placed him down gently on the bed. As I stood over him, I started to unbuckle my belt, Ash looking up at me hungrily before he got a look on his face like he had just remembered something.

“Oh, I have a surprise for you too!” he said, sitting up and putting his hand on mine to stop me from fully unfastening the clasp of my belt. “Wait here, I'll only be a couple of minutes,” he explained before darting out of the room and into the spare bedroom. Left alone and unsure what to do with myself, cock already at half mast in my trousers, I decided to take a seat on the bed and wait patiently for my lover. The minutes passed slowly as I looked around the room, repositioning candles and playing with the collar of my shirt as I wondered what Ash was up to. After around ten minutes I heard a knock on the door, looking over and seeing that the doorway was empty. “Close your eyes,” I heard Ash say nervously from around the corner, staying out of my view to maintain the integrity of whatever he had planned for me.

Doing as I was told, I brought my eyelids together, ensuring I couldn't see whatever my surprise was going to be, although I had my suspicions. I could hear Ash's footsteps despite them being muffled by the carpet as he entered the room and walked over so he was standing before me. I could hear him smoothing down some clothing and giving himself a second to make sure he was prepared before speaking. “Okay, you can look,” he said in a soft, feminine voice which instantly sent a wave of blood flowing to my crotch, biting my lips before slowly cracking my eyes open. He had started voice training recently, another thing that helped him slip into his femboy persona and while he still had a way to go, his ‘girl voice’ was already pretty convincing. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Ash's face, his long blonde locks tied up in a tight ponytail, with light eyeshadow and a subtle pink lipstick. He'd gotten so much better at applying his makeup over the past several months and it looked absolutely flawless, accentuating his feminine features perfectly. I was tempted to grab him and smear his lipstick right there and then, but instead my eyes continued their downward journey to admire his outfit.

He was wearing a traditional Japanese schoolgirl outfit. The knee length pleated blue skirt slightly swayed as he moved, looking at me expectantly as his eyes burned into me, scanning every movement to try and gauge my reaction. The top was mainly white, with two blue stripes at the bottom of the garment and at the end of the short sleeves. The large collar was also blue with a pretty red bow in the centre of the chest giving a nice contrast to the other colours and drawing the eye. The ensemble was completed with a pair of thigh high white socks and some plain black plimsolls. He looked so fucking cute, and I felt the desire within me burning as the semi-erect member hiding in my trousers swelled to full hardness, twitching and trying to burst through the fabric to get to the beautiful creature standing before me. “Sooo…, what do you think?” Ash asked nervously, turning slowly on the spot to give me a good look as his fingers played with the hem of his skirt, a wide smile beaming down at me, widening even further when he saw the tent in my trousers.

“Come here,” I growled in response, drawing an approving squeak from Ash as he stepped over to me, my hands grabbing his waist and pulling him into my lap. Kissing his neck softly, I whispered into his ear, “I fucking love it.” Ash wriggled in excitement at my words, his perky little arse grinding against my cock, making me clamp my eyes shut as I moaned softly, biting my lip and letting loose a quiet growl of need.

“Tonight Daddy, I'm your good little girl,” he whispered to me softly, looking into my eyes as the tension between us bubbled and boiled over, love and desire combining into a heady potion that had intoxicated us both. “And you can do anything you want with me…,” he mumbled shyly, unable to keep eye contact with me as he blushed a deep red of arousal and embarrassment at how lewd he was being.

“You’re always so good for me baby girl,” I said as I gently stroked my boyfriend's back, his soft little hips continuing to move ever so slightly to keep me throbbing underneath him, “so I think you deserve some special treatment,” I added, making Ash’ eyebrows shoot up with excitement. With my hand supporting his back, I gently laid him down on the bed beside me before standing up, turning to tower over him, licking my lips as I looked at the perfectly presented little morsel that had been served up to me. He always made me so insanely horny, to the point where it felt like I could just lose control and become completely feral, but there was something about the gentle glimmer in his eyes, the softness of his lips and the way his voice sounded whenever he talked to me that managed to keep the raging beast deep within me in check. I’d been planning this night for a long, long time. As my boyfriend was a natural submissive I would often get most of the attention when we were intimate, but tonight I planned on changing that and as I dropped to my knees, Ash’ eyes went wide with surprise as he realised what I was doing. Positioning myself at the foot of the bed, his legs hung from the end and I took up position between them, softly stroking his plump little thighs as I smiled at him, our eyes not moving from the others gaze.

“Oh, thankyou Daddy,” Ash whispered softly, head flopping back against the sheets as he felt my fingers slipping under his skirt and higher up his legs, getting tantalisingly close to his cute little cock, which was already rapidly growing in size, causing a most unladylike bulge to form under the cute blue and white fabric. I’d offered to do this for Ash before, but he’d always refused, saying he got much more pleasure from pleasing me than anything else, but tonight, I was determined to change that and it looked like my love was finally willing to go along with it. Hooking my fingers under the hem of his skirt, I pulled it upwards slowly, teasing myself with the prospect of seeing his cock throbbing and ready for me, the fabric slowly slipping along his member until it was finally released. His dick bounced free, red and swollen, already leaking precum from the tip as it slid down towards his balls, making his shaft shine and glisten, causing me to lick my lips with an unmitigated hunger. My hands were massaging his upper thighs now, just next to his prick and I loved watching him gently squirming on the bed, **** to **** me to touch him while simultaneously knowing he needed to behave and wait for me to push things further.

I continued to slowly **** him for a little while, enjoying how strong I felt as he trusted me implicitly with his body, heart and soul, eventually deciding he’d had enough torment as I finally took him into my hand. Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, his cock entirely vanished within my palm and Ashley instantly started to shake and shudder under my touch. I just held him for a while, gently squeezing his phallus and watching the effect it had on my cute little femboy as he whimpered and squirmed for me. Cracking open his eyes, he smiled lovingly at me before his gaze moved down to his crotch. As he saw my hand engulfing his tiny cock he shuddered with pure pleasure before looking back up at me, biting his lip with need as I started slowly stroking him, making his eyelashes flutter and causing a low, high pitched moan to tumble from his plump little lips. Deciding to push his arousal even further I raised myself up onto one knee so I could lean over him, whispering softly into his ear. “You like how tiny you are in Daddy’s big, strong hands?” I asked in the sexiest voice I could muster. My words turned Ash on so much he could only nod in response and I encouraged him by kissing him softly on his forehead and whispering “good girl” to him as I made my way back downwards until my face was level with his prick. He propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch as I peppered kisses over his sweet little thighs and pelvis before finally my lips met his shaft for the first time. God he tasted so good. I’d planned on taking my time, but like showing a red rag to a bull, as soon as I got a taste of that sweet, salty musk I was gone, sucking his head into my mouth hungrily as I swallowed him whole in one smooth motion. This was one of the perks of being less well endowed and one Ash was definitely enjoying right now as his back arched, eyes clamped shut, lip quivering as goosebumps formed all over his body. I didn’t realise at the time, but this was his first blowjob. Not his first from me, his first blowjob ever. It was my first time giving head too and while I wanted to go slow, I just couldn’t control myself, bouncing my head up and down on his cock, burying my nose into his flesh as I took him as deep as I could, licking along his length and sucking on his balls in between to mix things up. It was hardly surprising that within a matter of a couple of minutes I could feel Ash was on the brink of exploding and I wondered how much longer he would be able to withstand my merciless sucking.

I didn’t even have to answer my own question as Ash started whining and begging for permission to cum, his little body tensing and relaxing over and over as hitherto unknown pleasures rocked his body and mind with each second that passed. “P…, p…, pllleaaase Daddy!” he begged, making my cock twitch and throb with arousal as I debated how long I would make him wait before allowing him the release he so desperately needed. Taking a moment to come up for air, I looked up at my boyfriend as he writhed atop the covers, clearly in the beautiful agony of being edged while doing everything in his power to stop himself from cumming before he was given permission. It was an intoxicating sight. Maybe I should never let him finish? Just keep him on the edge, pushing him to the precipice and pulling him back over and over, keeping this erotic dance going indefinitely. I was snapped back to reality by the voice of the only man I had ever loved, ever been intimate with, ever fully exposed myself to. “Please B… Bruce,” he whispered in a brief moment of lucidity, the desperation in his voice palpable, eyes pleading as they dilated and I knew what needed to be done. Continuing to stroke his cock, I reached up to place my hand on the back of his head, fingers entangling in his hair as I made sure he was looking straight at me.

“Cum.” I ordered in a firm tone, allowing myself to watch the show that was about to unfold. The look of relief on his face was obvious, eyes quickly closing as he focused on the feeling of my hand gliding up and down his cute little prick. I could feel him pulsing, preparing to explode and I watched hungrily as pearly white ejaculate shot from his tip. It wasn't strong and thick like mine, dribbling and spurting as he bucked on the bed like a wounded animal, life giving juice pooling around the base of his cock and coating my hand as I milked him for every last drop.

“S… stop…, please,” he begged as I continued to stroke him, the sensations getting too much for him to handle and so I released his rapidly shrinking cock from my grasp. It rested against his pelvis, laying in the pool of sticky white cum that had pumped from his balls, the pink flesh creating a stark contrast and making me lick my lips with need. It was tempting to just take him there and then, but I knew the experience had been a lot for him and so instead I climbed onto the bed, laying next to him and pulling his head into my chest. The sound of his heavy, ragged breath filled my ears, his skin warm to the touch, still shaking softly as he came down from an earth shattering orgasm. Turning his face to look at me, he opened his eyes and I offered him my hand. Without even thinking he opened his mouth, taking in my pinkie and sucking it clean of every drop of his cum. We continued the process with each finger before he hungrily lapped at my palm until my hand was clean and his breathing had slowed, a soft, contented smile spreading across his face. “That was incredible, thank you daddy…,” he whispered softly, pulling my mouth to his to share a delicate kiss, the taste of his jizz on our tongues.

“You deserve it baby,” I whispered back tenderly as I planted a soft kiss on his forehead, “you're always such a good girl for me.” Ash beamed with happiness at my words, sweat on his brow, loose hairs sticking to his forehead, his cute little skirt hiked up as his cooling cum began to slide down his thighs and onto the sheets below, causing goosebumps to break out all over his body. “Let me clean you up.” I reached upwards and under the pillows to pull out a hand towel from the spot I had stowed it earlier in the day. Sitting up I gently cleaned my lover's crotch, ensuring every drop of ejaculate was wiped clean from his pelvis and soft, chubby thighs. It was so intimate and tender cleaning him like this and we both exchanged shy little glances and smiled as I made sure he was nice and clean. Once I was finished I dropped the towel onto the floor, kissing just above his cock like I was signing off on my work, smiling at how cute his shrunken little dick looked. My own member was still throbbing with need and as Ash glanced down at it, he licked his lips hungrily.

“Lie back Bruce," he whispered as he reached up to cup my cheek with his slender fingers, “thank you for tonight, but it's my turn to take care of you.” I did as I was asked, removing my clothes and laying down on the bed as Ash watched, my prick standing straight and proud, throbbing and waiting for the attention it so desperately needed. Ash climbed up onto the bed, lifting his skirt up around his waist and standing with one leg on either side of my pelvis. Lowering himself downwards, his limp cock proof of the competence of my dick sucking skills, he took my member in his hand, lining it up with his tight little hole before he looked up at me. “Can I daddy?” he asked, voice dripping with desire. I only nodded in response and in one smooth motion he took me inside, sinking downwards until my balls were gently nestled against his cheeks. He had spent months stretching his arse before we had become a couple and with regular fuckings he was now more than comfortable taking me to the hilt and he started to slowly bounce on me, his eyes glued to mine as he savoured the feeling of being filled. His head rocked back and he moaned primally as I split him in two, my own grunts and growls filling the room after a whole day of anticipation had finally led up to this moment.

He looked incredible in his schoolgirl outfit, especially now that it was no longer perfectly pressed and presented. His top had ridden up showing off his smooth, svelte waist as he held up his skirt so I could get a full view of his penis shimmying and him taking me inside himself over and over again. His makeup was smudged, eyeliner streaking down his cheeks making him look messy and trashy, but in a way that just made me want to fuck him until I couldn’t any more. His smooth, pale skin looked delicious, so soft and perfect, making me wish I could cover every single inch of him in kisses. I didn’t have to do a thing, lying there as he rode me like a cute little cowgirl as I alternated between grabbing his curvaceous hips and groping his chest through his uniform, feeling his hard little nipples through the fabric. Despite how carnal, kinky and perverted this may seem to some, my heart was swelling in my chest as he rode me. There wasn’t anyone else in the world I would trust like this, to be so intimate, so **** with. I knew as the dominant one in the relationship, it was my job to protect him. It would be so easy to take advantage of his more laid back, submissive nature, putting my own happiness and desires before his, but I would never do that to him and as he looked down at me I could see love, trust and happiness in his eyes just as much as the arousal of being able to act out his deepest desires of being a femboy, dressing up, putting on makeup and being used like a good girl should.

I couldn’t take another moment without feeling my lips against his and so I pulled his face down to mine, forcing his hips to stop bucking on top of me for a moment. As we kissed I savoured the feeling of my cock pulsing inside him, his walls massaging me, feeling him moan into my mouth as I pressed against his prostate. We were both in heaven, happy, safe and overcome with pleasure. As much as I appreciated him taking care of me, I needed to be in control now and so as we continued to make out I rolled him over onto his back, pulling up his top so my fingers could squeeze his diamond hard nipples. I just stayed there for a moment, connected with him in the most special of ways, our lips dancing together as I listened to every little whimper and moan that tumbled from his beautiful mouth. Our lips parted, foreheads gently pressing together, faces an inch apart as we both breathed heavily, smiling deliriously at each other. This night had gone better than I could have hoped for but the fun wasn’t over yet. “You are the prettiest girl in the world baby,” I whispered as I interlaced my fingers with Ashleys. “I’m so lucky to have you, and to have spent the last six months with you. I promise I’ll always love you and protect you, for as long as we live,” I gushed, trying to put my intense, almost overwhelming feelings for this sweet boy into words. Ash didn’t say a word in response, but he didn’t need to. His face lit up and the smile on his face stretched from ear to ear. His cheeks flushed an even deeper pink than they had been because of our lovemaking and I could feel his body trembling with happiness beneath mine.

Perfect moments in life are rare. There is so much hatred, fear and **** in the world that sometimes it can be overwhelming and make us miss out on these moments of pure, unadulterated happiness, but for a few seconds in time myself and Ash were unified, in love and in lust, in friendship and brotherhood, in desire and dedication to one another.

“Bruce,” Ash mumbled softly, lifting his arm up to stroke my cheek, running his hand down to my neck and holding me close, “take me to paradise, please,” he begged.

I leant down to kiss him once again as I slowly withdrew from him, setting a slow, steady rhythm so that we could both enjoy every single stroke, trembling and moaning in each other's arms. If only this could last forever. We both knew that it couldn’t, but we would cherish every second that it did and look forward to all the times we would make love again in the future. After several minutes of slow, sensual passion I felt myself on the verge of euphoria. I only had to look down at Ash and he knew I was ready and as I nodded to give him permission his own orgasm hit him as his little dick twitched and dribbled out a few more drops of cum, his body quivering beneath me as he came for the second time that night. His orgasm rippled through his body and squeezed my cock, still buried deep inside him, milking out every drop of my sweet, sticky nectar as I felt my warmth pumping deep inside him. Without even thinking, I said what was on my mind, completely lost in the moment as my body tingled all over. “Do you want me to put a baby in you Ashley?” I hissed through gritted teeth as electricity shot through every inch of my body.

“Yes Bruce, p… please, b… breed me!” Ashley begged, the need in his voice causing my balls to pump even harder, releasing more of my potent young seed deep inside him, painting his walls with my love. I knew it was impossible, I could never make him pregnant no matter how many times I came inside him, but in my mind I imagined his belly swelling up, how cute he would look carrying my child, how good of a mother he would be and all it was just too much for me. My head spun as my cock slid out of my best friend, boyfriend and lover, my thick white essence spilling out of his gaping bussy as I collapsed beside him, my vision slowly fading to black as I passed out from the exertion of breeding my cute little femboy.

I woke up around fifteen minutes later still laying on the bed in a messy pile. As I regained my faculties, I looked around the bedroom and realised I was alone. For a moment, horror washed over me. Where was he? Had he left me? Had this all been some twisted dream? Before my mind could spiral too far I turned to see Ash walking into the bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and a bottle of water in his hand, fresh out of the shower. He smiled at me, that special smile that he saved just for me, the one that told me that he loved me more than anyone else on the planet and in a mere second all my fears fell away. He quickly dried off his body with the towel and dropped it before climbing onto the bed next to me, cuddling up beside me as he unscrewed the cap from the bottle, gently tipping some of the cool, crisp water into my mouth. “Drink up baby,” he whispered softly while gently stroking my chest, “you earned it.” I gulped it down, feeling myself getting re-energized by the clear liquid and Ash carefully wiped my mouth of any excess water before placing the bottle down on the bedside table and snuggling up with me.

“Thank you so much Bruce, I don’t think you’ll ever know how much tonight meant to me, but I promise to do my best to show you, every day.”

I was still struggling to talk, squeezing him tightly in my arms before managing to get out a few raspy words. “Was it a good anniversary baby girl?” I asked.

“The best anniversary ever!” Ash replied with giddy happiness in his voice. “I can’t wait until the next one!”