Femboy and the Beast

Bell, the bookish femboy with a heart of gold but the ass of a whore, twirled merrily along his village streets. The first citizen his path crosses with is the baker: A tall man a bit on the chubby side, although the chub was atop firm muscle from a long life of carrying heavy bags of seed and grain. Despite his being married, The Baker always got a hard on when he saw Bell. He wasn't gay, but any man with a working dick wanted to plow Bell like a field. That wide-eyed naivety, but with a subtle superiority complex that just made you want to teach him a lesson...

The Baker proudly displayed the bulge through his pants--certainly not caring what Bell thought with that looney father of his.

Bell went to greet The Baker cheerily, and tried to ignore the forbidden parts of his brain from looking at the sizable bulge in The Baker's pants. Bell initially mistook it for a concealed baguette. Heat flushed through his chest, and he tried to conceal his own growing excitement, which his apron thankfully concealed from The Baker.

Although Bell was confident that The Baker did not notice his erection, he couldn't be sure that his overall aroused demeanor was invisible. He hoped not, so he could excuse himself as soon as possible and go to his next planned stop.