**”Hey”**

I was scrolling through Grindr when the message popped up—just a simple *hey*, but the profile pic had me hooked. Soft features, smooth skin, and that teasing little smirk. His bio read *”Femboy looking for fun.”* My cock twitched in my pants.

I replied fast. “Hey yourself. What kind of fun?”

He sent a pic in response—lean thighs in white thigh-highs, a tight skirt hiked up just enough to show the curve of his ass. Fuck.

“Come over,” I typed. “I wanna feel that ass.”

An hour later, he was at my door, even prettier in person. His lips were pink and glossy, his eyes lined just enough to look hungry. I pulled him inside, hands sliding down to grip his hips.

“You like it rough?” I growled, already grinding against him.

He bit his lip. “Only if you make me beg.”

I shoved him onto the bed, yanking his skirt up. No panties—just smooth skin and a tight little hole. I spat on my fingers and pressed one inside without warning. He gasped, back arching.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I muttered, working a second finger in. His hole clenched around me, hot and slick. “You ever take a dick in here?”

He shook his head. “No—but I want yours.”

I pulled my fingers out with a wet pop and undid my jeans. My cock sprang free, hard and throbbing. I dragged the tip up his crack, smearing pre-cum over his hole.

“Relax,” I ordered, pressing in slow.

He whined, clenching down, but inch by inch, I pushed deeper. His ass was *insane*—hot and tight, gripping my dick like a vice. I bottomed out with a groan.

“Fuck, you feel good,” I panted, pulling back before slamming in again. His moans got louder, high and desperate.

Then he reached between us, stroking his own cock—small and pretty, already leaking. I grabbed his wrist.

“Not yet,” I said, slapping his ass. “You don’t get to come until I say.”

He whimpered but nodded, spreading his legs wider. I fucked him harder, slamming into that tight heat until the bed creaked. His hole was so wet now, sucking me in with every thrust.

Then I pulled out, flipping him onto his back. His cock bounced against his stomach, flushed and twitching.

“Ride me,” I ordered.

He straddled me, sinking down on my dick with a moan. I grabbed his hips, guiding him as he bounced, his ass clenching around me.

“Fuck yourself on my cock,” I growled, slapping his thigh. “Show me how bad you want it.”

He rode me faster, his own dick rubbing against my stomach. The friction made me groan—our bodies were so close, dicks sliding together with every movement.

I reached between us, wrapping my hand around both of us. His cock was hot against mine, leaking pre-cum as I stroked us together.

“Gonna come?” I grunted, fucking up into him.

He nodded frantically. “Yes—please—”

I tightened my grip, jerking us both off while his ass milked my cock. The pressure built fast—then he came with a cry, stripes of cum splashing over my chest. The way his hole clenched pushed me over the edge.

I groaned, filling him up, pumping every last drop deep inside.

He collapsed onto me, breathing hard. I squeezed his ass, feeling my cum leak out around my cock.

“Still tight,” I muttered, grinning.

He laughed, breathless. “Next time, I’m topping.”

I flipped him onto his back again. “We’ll see about that.”