A gay story: FemboyWorld: FBWAir Economy Class Another low effort FemboyWorld story. I write these because I’m horny and want to share my depraved perversions with you all. It’s just a bit of fun.
Other FemboyWorld Stories if you want to check those out:
– Welcome to FemboyWorld
– FBWAir First Class
– Prison Reform
– Fem Academia
– Marriage Challenge
– Roadside Assistance
– Sanitation
If you like or follow the FemboyWorld anthology, I would love to hear how you would spend your time at FemboyWorld.
All Characters are 18+
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“No, Mr. Bezos, I did not expose you to thousands of people that your wife divorced you because you are addicted to my femboys…
What? No, Bezos, buddy, come on, we can settle this like gentlemen…
Okay, okay, here, how about for your secret birthday party we can have it at my new luxury hotel in Las Vegas. You will be the first to use it. You can even bring your friend, that Kroenke fucker…
Huh, huh, no Bezos, I did not tell these people that Kanye West and Tom Cruise had a femboy fuck-off at the park. Yes, it is funny Draymond Green keeps hitting his teammates because a femboy told him he had a silly penis. All that is completely, totally, 100%, still a secret…
Thank you. We have come to a compromise and the NDA is still good. Yes, Bezos, you can also disguise yourself as a prisoner and fuck one of the prison femboys. Okay, see you Saturday for our tee time.”
Jesus Fuck, rich people are so annoying. Oh, hello there. What has it been? Fifteen minutes since we just got off the plane? God, it has felt like a whole ass year has passed by. Time flies when you are nutting to femboys. Ha get it, time, flies, FBW Air… Nevermind.
In case you just had a mind-numbing orgasm that made you forget my name, allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is… Mr. Knudsen. See it is good I chose to be a businessman instead of a rapper.
So, we have just arrived at the New York airport from Orlando, flying first class on my airline, FBWAir. You met the lovely Pairs, who has been promoted to my executive assistant at FemboyWorld. And now, as promised, you will experience the more, “normal” experience of Economy class. I know I said you would experience economy class with me. Well, I have to go back on that. Sorry.
I only take that back for two reasons. One, this airport is so damn boring, the only thing to keep me occupied is to tell you this story. And two… well I am so damn bored I forget the second reason. But, if you would allow me, let me tell you the story of Spencer Cooke and his experience flying FBWAir Economy Class.
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Overnight Layover
“What do you mean my flight is canceled? It is midnight and I need to be at my meeting by afternoon!” I yell at the airline assistant as I bang my head on the counter.
“Mr. Cooke, the airline is experiencing major communication issues and a resolution will take more than 24 hours. I am very sorry. I can only offer you a refund, a rescheduled flight with us at a later time, or to another airline.”
“Well, obviously I need to be booked on another airline. I cannot believe this is happening.”
“Again I am sorry, sir,” The young lady says disingenuously as she acts as if she looking for another airline for me. “It looks like the next plane to, Austin Texas is on FBWAir but the only seat available is economy class.”
“Fine, fine I will take it. Just give me anything.”
“Are you sure you want to do this, Mr. Cooke?”
“Yes, get this over with and book me.”
“Okay, Mr. Cooke. The flight takes off at 8 am. This means we will house you in one of the upstairs hotel rooms. Enjoy your stay at the Orlando Airport.”
Despicable. The most important business meeting in my career and this damn airline has communication issues. Bullshit.
Since it is late, the security checkpoint is open. The only good thing about this is that I can at least wank one off until the meeting. Let out some stress on a bimbo on my phone. And staying at a Hyatt for free is better than a Motel 8 any day.
I get my room key and the grumpy lady at the front desk dampens any ounce of positivity left in me. Damn bitch. Just too much stress going on right now. Work, late flight, having to impress a bunch of frumpy rich guys who will reject me because I don’t have the right shoes on. Stupid. What the hell is FBWAir anyway? Can’t be better than JetBlue or Alaska. They should have put me on one of those British party airlines. Now that would be customer service.
I scan the room key and walk in. Standard, above-average room. Nothing special. I drop my suitcase at the door and take my work bag to the bed. I open up my laptop and review my notes. The shitty last hour woke me up a bit. I set my alarm to 6 am to give myself an hour to get ready.
Suddenly a knock on my door. God, what now? How can this night slash morning get any worse? Huh, tell me?
I look through the peephole. Seems like it’s a lost small boy who knocked on the wrong door. I ignore it and walk towards my bed.
Then he knocks again. I open the door out of frustration and sternly say, “I’m sorry, you have the wrong room, boy.” I close the door, but his little foot stops it.
“I am sorry for disturbing you so late, Sir. But is this the room of, Mr. Spencer Cooke.” He asks with an admittedly stunning smile.
I crack open the door and say with curiosity, “Yeah, that’s me. What now?”
“Oh, that is fantastic! I am Joey Brighton, from FBWAir. At FBWAir we do personal checkups on any passenger with an overnight layover. Do you mind if I come in?”
“Checkups? What kind of checkups? I already went through security…”
“Oh no, Sir. This is more like a personal checkup.” He says with a grin as he walks into my room. Damn, I’m not gay but this boy smells good.
“How old are you? I can’t get caught up in anything.”
“Oh, don’t worry. All femboys at FBW Enterprises are over 18. I am 19. Is that too old for you, Sir?”
Femboys? FBW? What the hell is going on? 19 too old? I’m damn near 35 and he asking me if that’s too old? This has to be a prank. No, no, no. A test, yes a test.
“I’m sorry, whoever talked you into this is an asshole. I’m not falling for this prank. Can you please leave? I have an important day tomorrow.” I say as I’m about to open the door.
But he grabs my arm. His soft touch sends electricity through me. I look at him in shock and I notice his beautiful brown hair and blue eyes as he says, “Mr. Cooke, I work at FemboyWorld. Look this is my certified badge and you can check the website on my phone.”
The badge and website look legitimate. But I still can’t take the risk. I scan the room for cameras, feeling as if I’m on some prank show. I go to the phone and call the front desk.
“Hi, this is Spencer Cooke. I have this boy from…” I look at him to remind me of where he said he was from.
His pink lips mouth, “FemboyWorld.”
I continue on the phone, “…from FemboyWorld. Is this some sort of joke or prank? It’s been a long day for me. I do not appreciate this nonsense.”
“Oh no, Mr. Cooke. That boy is an official employee of the FBW 24 terminal at Orlando Airport. Overnight layover passengers are offered complimentary personal checkups by FemboyWorld employees. I know this is weird. But this is the new normal here. You may use the boi as you please. Good night, Sir.” I was shocked by her abrupt hang-up before I could offer any follow-up questions. I lay the phone back down.
“Do you believe me now, Sir?” Joey asks as he unbuttons his white crop top. He pulls the top apart and shows me his tight chest and pink nipples. Next goes his skinny jeans. He turns around and bends over, revealing his bikini boxer briefs. He turns back around and gives me a coy boyish smile. Fuck, I think I’m attracted to a boy. I have been straight as an arrow since my balls dropped, but now I’m second guessing myself.
“Just lay down, Sir. You look stressed. Overnight layovers are daunting. Let me help you.” He saunters towards me. The touch of his finger on my chest brings me down to my back on the bed.
“I, I don’t think this is for me,” I stumble through my words. I’m overwhelmed by everything this boi is doing. Just his closeness has my cock scratching to get out of my pants.
“Femboys are for every man. Just relax and let me relieve all your stress so you can sleep.” Joey undoes my dress shirt button by button. I can see the smoothness of his skin. And his hair smells so good too.
I gasp when he gets to my suit pants. Why am I letting this boi, this very sexy girly boi do this to me? I guess I can tell myself that I was too tired to resist. Plus none of my friends or coworkers will know.
“I can see your little friend here wants to come out. Why don’t I tease him a little bit.” He pulls down my pants but not my boxers. His right hand goes to my bulge and strokes the head with cupped fingers. Then his palm smears and rubs the head. I cannot help but leak precum through my briefs.
“Please, please…” I plead trying to finish saying what I need
But he cuts me off, “Mmmm, this is your punishment for thinking I was a joke. Do you believe me now that I am here solely for your pleasure?” Joey presses his palm harder on the head of my cock.
“Yes, yes I do.” I moan trying my hardest not to bust like an idiot through my boxers.
“Good. I like the honesty in your voice.” Joey pulls down my boxers and the freeness makes me leak a strain of precum. But, Joey holds the base and keeps the rest of my cum in my balls.
“Don’t cum yet, Sir. There is still so much stress left in you that only my mouth will do,” Joey says as he kisses the length of my cock. Each kiss inches closer to the head as his tongue sneaks in little licks of my precum. I watch as his mouth opens, how wet it looks, and how sexy that tongue looks. I cannot remember the last time a woman had my heart racing like this. Usually, I would have to shell out hundreds of dollars at a shitty restaurant, but it seems all this boi wants is my cock.
Finally, his lips touch the head of my cock and I am sent to another world. The first suck makes my brain go numb and all I feel is pleasure from this 19-year-old femboy. I have not had a mouth on my cock for months. And this boy is overdoing it. He looks sexier with his lips wrapped around me.
I needed to cum. I grabbed the sides of his head and pumped my cock in his mouth. The gagging sounds coming from his mouth had me worried and his watery eyes made me think I was hurting him. I pull out of him and ask, “Are you okay?”
But Joey grabs my cock back and says, “I’m a femboy. It is your duty as a man to use me in any way you want.” He sits up and shows me his hard, small pink cock, “See, my cock is all slick with my precum. I only got this way because you fucked my mouth.” Joey gives me a coy smile and lays back down. I wish he didn’t though. The sight of his slick cock has my mouth watering For the first time in my life, I wanted, no, needed a cock in my mouth. His feminine cock had my brain rewiring itself to need more of it. I think I’m hooked on femboys.
Once he got back on his tummy, I grabbed hold of his head again and pumped. This time I dig deeper. His gagging and choking brought out an animal in me that I did not know I had. I wanted the sounds to get louder. I lost all control of my senses and could only focus on my thrusting.
Joey then held my thighs down and licked the head of my cock, leaving me stunned for a second. He got off me and said with deep breaths, “Sir, just lay there now and let me worship you. Focus on all the pleasure.”
Joey grabs my cock again and focuses on the head of my member. His tongue swirled every which way, making contact with each nerve. Then he sucks down halfway, then kisses down my balls. I try to put my hands on him but he catches each attempt and shoots my hand away. I give up my attempts and just focus on the pleasure.
As he rotates sucking each ball and then to my taint, my eyes roll until you can see the white of them. My breath quickens and I am uncontrollably close. Joey is in full control of me and I love it.
“Please, please, please, oh fuck I need to cum.” I plead as he worships me.
“Yes you do, daddy.” Joey pumps the bottom half of my cock, his other hand fondles my balls and his mouth sucks the head of my cock.
I moan and groan like a beast. I’m certain the rooms on all sides of me will complain of the noise as it’s 2 am. But I couldn’t care less. My whole world right now is Joey’s mouth and hands. And after a couple more sucks and tugs of his smooth hands, I roar, “I’m cumming, fucking cumming.”
Joey doesn’t lay off my cock. He keeps his mouth wrapped around me as I pump load after load inside his mouth. It was so much cum, I could see splodges escaping at the edges of his mouth. But, Joey’s contracting throat lets me know he’s doing his best to swallow as much as he can.
After a record amount of pumps for me, my orgasm subsides. I let out one big yawn as Joey comes face to face with me.
The last thing I see is Joey’s pretty face as he says, “Sleep now, Sir. You have a big day tomorrow.” With that, I pass out with what I bet is a big smile on my face.
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Terminal 24
My god, what is this wet feeling I’m having in my dream? I look down, and it is another femboy sucking my cock. I can get used to this. Maybe I should look more into this femboy thing. Then a hard pressure on my cock rustles me awake.
My eyes open to the sight of Joey’s sexy pale ass with his legs towards me as he’s sucking on my morning wood. His smooth feet are right by my face. I indulge myself and suck his right toe.
“Oh good! You are finally awake,” Joey says as I continue to suck on his sexy toes.
“How could I stay asleep when you were sucking on my morning wood that hard?” I saw as I rubbed his feet now. “Can I get one of your amazing blowjobs before I get on my flight?”
“Mmmm, I wish but I need to get back to the FemboyWorld park. You were my last job while working for the airline Divison. Today is my first full day as a regular femboy at FemboyWorld.” Joey said with glee. I had no idea what he was saying but I was happy since he was happy. “You still have an hour and a half before your flight. Why don’t you explore the FBW terminal? There are so many different kinds of Femboys you can explore.”
“But, I want you baby. I want to explore more of this femboy thing with you. Especially with that sexy ass of yours.” I try to entice him.
“Thank you. But, I need to get going. Can’t be late for my first day at the park. Here, why don’t you go to the FBW terminal, go to Brew Bois coffee shop, and ask for the ‘Morning Wood Special.’ You can thank me if you ever visit FemboyWorld.” Joey comes up and kisses me on the cheek and heads out the door.
I lay in bed and digested the last 6 hours. I just slept with a boy. But not just any boy, a femboy. Me, Who has been straight since I came out of the womb. Now, I had a sudden urge to kiss a femboy, fuck a femboy, and even blow a femboy.
I finally get out of bed and take a shower. Joey woke me up with plenty of time to get ready. I wash up, brush my teeth, put on my work clothes, and head out the door still a little horny from Joey’s morning blowjob. My cock may be flaccid but just the sight of a nice ass or, god forbid, a tight femboy will get my cock hard in an instant.
Luckily for me, the airport was deserted this early in the morning. No old women looking disgusted at my bulge outlining my suit pants. All the travelers were businessmen like me eager to get their day started. It took me about fifteen minutes to realize that I had no idea where my terminal was.
I catch airport maintenance switching out the garbage bags and ask, “Hey I’m on this new airline called FBWAir. Where is that terminal?”
He freezes and then stares at me with a sly smile. “Oh, you horny bastard! Flying FBW huh? Economy class or business class?”
The man completely ignores my question but I oblige him, “They put me in Economy class. My other flight got canceled so this is the earliest flight to Austin.”
“Damn economy class huh? I for sure thought you would be in business class with your suit and all. Would’ve given you my number so you can tell me about it. Well, I won’t waste your time anymore. FBWAir is in terminal 24. Just head straight down until you can’t walk anymore. There will be a sexy ass femboy waiting to check your ticket.”
I thank him and head straight. Odd that he was so enthusiastic. Usually, they just point and say “that way” so you won’t annoy them anymore. But he wanted all the details.
“Come on man, hurry up. We are going to miss the morning act. I heard it’s the ‘Coke man’.”
“The ‘Coke man’ is back? Fine, let’s get there. He’s the best act this terminal has!” I catch the conversation two men are having as they run past me. The “Coke man”? I know it’s Florida but this terminal is getting a little weird.
I walk and walk until finally, I get to the end. This terminal is odd though. There is a wall blocking the entrance so no one can look inside. And the wall is covered in sexy pictures of femboys just like Joey. All in crop tops and tight short jeans or wearing striped socks and some sexy bed wear that borders both feminine and masculine. The garbage man was right, there is a sexy femboy waiting at the entrance. A young Asian boy, possibly Japanese, wearing a slim suit that makes me want to rip it off. It doesn’t help that his black eyes and short hair have my cock coming back to life.
“Good Morning, Sir. Do you have a ticket with us or would you like to pay to enter?” He asks me.
His cute voice has me hesitating. “I have a ticket. I’m on the first flight to Austin.”
“Very nice, Sir.” He takes my ticket and scans it to verify. I bet men come with past tickets or fake ones to get into this place. “Here you go, Sir. You are all set. I hope you fly with us again so you can spend time with me in the terminal. I’m new so I have to sit out here. But I would not mind you playing with me another time.” He says in a timid way that is still somehow seductive.
His words have me stunned again and all I can say is, “That’s nice. I hope to see you again too.” He’s not as confident as Joey but he may rival him one day.
“Take my card. Download the FBW App, enter my employee code, and it will let you know when and where I am working. Please use it, Sir. I would love to see you again.” His eyes look me up and down, spending more than a couple of seconds on my now pronounced bulge.
He opens the door and smiles at me as he waves goodbye. He takes the next customer as I walk into the terminal.
By god what have I walked into? This is culture shock beyond imagination. It is only 6:30 am, but it feels like all the travelers are in this one terminal.
The first thing that grabs my attention is the sound of “Coke Man! Coke Man! Coke Man!” I turn to my right and walk over to the scene. I spot the two men who ran past me earlier and awkwardly stand by them. I swivel my head amongst the crowd to see what the commotion is about.
“Yes, Fuck, Yes, keep fucking me!” Then there it is. A stud who spends at least four hours in the gym with muscles on every inch of his body fucking a beautiful, skinny light skinned ebony boy with a plump ass. The olive skin jock removes his cock for the crowd to see and I can see why they call him the “Coke Man.” I personally would have called him a “Greek God.” But, his cock damn sure looks like a Coke can. Not the longest, but the girth of this man is captivating. There was an audible gasp by all of us when we saw his cock. Then another gasp when we saw the gape from the femboy. The contrast of his dark skin and pink insides had us grabbing for our crotches. My cock has definitely woken back up.
“Who wants to see me finish this bitch boy off?” The Coke Man roared as he paraded his cock around the crowd.
The crowd roared back in the affirmative. Men pulled down their pants to stroke their cock or whatever stimulated them. I just stayed in the back as I stroked my bulge, not comfortable enough to go whole hog in front of everyone.
The Coke man grabs the femboy’s curly black hair from behind and pulls it towards him. The femboy back arches, giving us a sexy visual of his plump ass and slim body.
“Y’all want to see why this beautiful Atlanta boy is my favorite?” The Coke man announces as he lines his thick cock up. His words make the boy yelp and his gaped hole pulses in anticipation of his cock. He pulls the boy around and the frontal sight makes me moan. His skin is perfect especially with his sweat covering his face and chest. I know the boys cock is making men want to drop to their knees and suck because I am feeling the same way. It’s long and dark and has my brain imagining what it would be like to suck just the head.
Another “Woo” erupts as the boy claps his cheeks against the man’s thick cock. The Coke man loses control and splits the boy open with his cock. The crowd falls silent as they take in the high-pitched moan of the femboy. His mouth is gaped and tongue out as feels the pleasure, and most likely pain, of the thick cock in his ass.
Men near the front of the circle begin to bow out as their cum spills on the floor. This gives me a closer look. I cannot believe how this boy is taking this girthy cock. He’s trying his best to fuck the man back. But, the Coke man is in full control. The femboy’s body goes limp and submits. For a second I believed the boy passed out. He stopped making any moans and his head was flailing about. But another strong thrust and the boi was back to life. Fuck this is hot. Maybe a little too kinky but maybe there is a little dark side in me.
The boy emits a couple more high-pitched whimpers and his cock leaks thick white cum. A possessed man sprints towards the boi and falls to his knees licking up the remaining strains of cum.
“That’s a good boy. Now take my cum.” The girthy man gives the boy two more pumps that lift the boy off his feet and roars as his cum fills him up. The men begin to applaud the duo as the Coke man removes his cock and his cum slowly drips from the boy’s gaped hole.
The Coke Man takes a second to regain his breath and announces, “Alright you horny fliers, I will be back same time tomorrow. Make sure you take a short flight back here because, for the first time, I will be fucking a trainee femboy. Come watch that new boy squeal as he attempts to take my meat. Now, have a safe flight everyone, and remember to treat your femboys well.” He lifts the well fucked femboy into his arms and carries him into the VIP lounge as we all disperse.
I stand there as I check the time. An hour to go. I remember what Joey told me and I looked for a place he said was called “Brew Bois.” I believe I am on the correct side of the terminal since the right side has all the eating stalls. My cock twitches as I see the “Femboy Hooters” sign. I rush over and look through the window. There are five femboys in orange shorts and white femboy Hooters shirts as they are being lectured by three boys in black shorts and orange femboy Hooters shirts. Five uptight tall CEO looking men come out from the kitchen door and approach their respective white shorts femboy. A sexy tall, long-haired black shorts femboy claps his hand and the five white shorts boys tear the men’s pants down and blow them with ambition. I assumed this was training because of the power complex between the two colored shorts femboys and the fact it opens at 11 am.
My assumption was correct when a black shorts femboy scolded one of the white shorts for not pleasuring the man to his expectations. The scolding was so harsh that the boy ran out of the restaurant crying in tears. I hope that femboy ends up okay. He was pretty too.
I walk past “Quickie Stop” a general airport convenience store, “Deep Dish Delish” a grab-and-go pizza place served by cute femboys and unique toppings, and “The Race Strip” a sitdown sports restaurant where the main attraction is the ‘Relay Race’ where three femboys see who can make the most men cum in a ten-minute race. That one seemed the most enticing but sadly like Femboy Hooters, it opened at lunch.
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Morning Glory Special
I reach “Brew Bois” and the smell of intoxicating coffee is a relief from the constant sexual stimuli of all these beautiful femboys. But, that did not last for long. At a closer look, there were five men in there. Two men were sitting at opposite sides of the coffee bar, drinking their coffee while getting a slow blowjob from their boy. The three other men were in their respective booths. One had his arm wrapped around his boy while they flirted and exchanged quick kisses. The other was drinking his coffee alone, reading his Kindle. The third man was fucking his squealing femboy in doggy as his coffee and creamer spilled at the end of the table. This place is becoming too much for a newbie like me. I have never experienced so much constant sexual stimuli.
“Hello, handsome! What can I get you this morning?” A tall femboy says as he leans on his side of the counter wearing only a pink apron.
His smile, like the boy at the entrance, had me searching for my words. “I, ummm, a boy named Joey recommended this place to me. He said… what was it called… ask for the Morning Glory Special?” I say finally finding my words.
“Oh my, someone must have impressed Joey. He used to work here at Brew Bois and was very popular. I’m going to miss him. Best trainer any boy could have. So, the Morning Glory. I am Marly, would you like me to serve you or another boy?”
“You are already here. You will do perfect, Marly,” I say, still captivated by his smile. His round glasses and split dark bangs have me excited for what is to come.
“Wonderful. Have a seat at one of the booths and I will prepare your special.” Marly turns to the side. The apron flaps about as the open sides give me a view of his dangling cock, smooth balls, and tight stomach. Goddamn did I feel like the luckiest man alive right now. I thought it would be bad manners to yell at him to hurry up but I needed him to. The boy looked delicious. Tall, smooth skin and a baby face mixed with those sexy glasses, and watching him work that coffee machine nearly naked had me on edge.
Five minutes of waiting and I could not take it. I just had to sit in front of the man taking his femboy from behind. The table was rocking and the boy’s yelps were coming higher and higher. I look around and see everyone cocks out. So why the hell not? I pull down my pants and free my aching cock. Damn, it felt good to be free.
I give myself soft strokes watching all the femboys and their partners. More femboys come up from the back to prepare for all the flights leaving after all the red eyes.
Brew Bois is my favorite place so far. The smell of fresh coffee and delicious femboys is ticking all my boxes. Then watching Marly’s long legs walk towards me had my back arching and legs tweaking.
“Here you go, Sir. Large coffee just brewed by muay and a fresh baked Cinnamon Roll.” He puts down each item and another femboy comes by and takes the tray. Marly sits down next to me and takes my cock away from me. He comes to my ear and whispers, “And the last item of the Morning Glory Special is me. Use me for your pleasure, Sir.”
My head falls back as his long soft hands make my cock pulse. Everything I saw this morning starting with Joey’s waking blowjob to those sexy Hooters boys is all pent up in my balls right now.
“What class are you flying today, Sir?” He asks as he brings his lips to my neck and sucks.
“Econ…Economy class.” I tremble.
“Mmmm, that’s unfortunate. A cock like this at least deserves Business class.” His hand strokes my balls up to the base of my cock head.”
My eyes roll back and I fill the room with my moans. “Sir, you need to eat and drink your coffee. Don’t neglect your nutrients.” He’s right. I am a little hungry. I lean over and this boy is so damn beautiful with his glasses on, I just had to obey him. I take a bite of the Cinnamon roll and it is delicious. Hot and fresh, the icing is not too sweet and it just warms the chest.
“Mmmmm so goooo…” Just as I give my compliments of the roll, Marly sucks in the head of my cock as he moves his hand to my balls “ahhh fuck that feels good.” His gentle strokes and hot mouth have my upper body tense and shivering.
“Keep going, Sir. I made all this food for you. Don’t waste it.” I grab the coffee and it shakes as I move it to my mouth due to his sucking. This blowjob was different from Joey’s. Joey was hard and fast, trying and succeeding at putting me to sleep with his mouth. Marly, on the other hand, is slow and sensual. His tongue gives my cock head sneaky slow touches as he goes down deeper. His mouth is making every possible sperm come alive in my balls. Each touch of his throat causes me to moan and my mind to melt.
“Come on, Sir. I want to get to the best part. Eat up so you taste this.” He brings my hand to his ass. Perfectly plump and squishy. Then it trails down and finds its hole. He could feel my fingers intruding and responded by taking my cock further.
Marly gives me some reprieve and moves his mouth to my neck. I take the opportunity to scarf down the roll and gulp the coffee. Both were the best I have ever had but nothing compares to my need to fuck this boy.
“Good Job, Sir. Now it is time to get rid of that Morning Wood.” Marly calls over a femboy and he brings a bottle of lube. He squeezes it onto his hand and massages the lube on my cock. He turns around and hands me the lube, “Would you like to prep me, Sir?” I dab some up and apply it to his hole. I can feel him open up and loosen with each stroke. I stick one finger in and his ass clenches it. Fuck it feels amazing. I apply another finger and Marly moans like a bitch in heat. He turns his head around and gives me a coy smile knowing his moans are driving me crazy.
Enough of the teasing. I grab one shoulder and hold the base of my cock and stroke inside his tight hole. The sudden warmth stunned me as I held it inside him halfway.
Marly’s voice goes hoarse from invasion, “Yes, Daddy. Take what you want. Don’t go slow. Jack your morning wood off in my hole.”
I cannot help but heave and thrust. This boy is in full control of my body. My cock can’t get enough. My hands explore his back to around his nipples. His smooth body stimulated my hands, needing to explore every inch of his body.
“Am I your first femboy, Sir?” He turns his head and asks me. I love being reminded of how cute he is.
“Yes, Yes, Fuck yes,” I respond as I thrust harder.
“Here let me take control.” To my dismay, he comes off my cock and lowers me to my back down. Marly straddles my hip. I get a magnificent view of his body. So much has changed in the last 9 hours. Who would’ve thought my cock would be hard as a rock for this tall, skinny femboy wearing circular glasses that somehow enhance his beauty. “Come on, Daddy. I want you to be the first boy you breed.”
Marly guides me back into his hole. He lays on top of me as I grab his ass and fuck him at a steady pace. He smells like vanilla and coffee and I hold his ass tight so his scent never leaves me. His soft body is soothing as it rubs all over mine. Now it is my turn to make my booth shake.
“Faster, Daddy, faster. Don’t hold back.” I must have sounded like a crazed animal because I was making noises I never thought I could make. My cock must have hated me by now because I resisted with all my will not to cum. Yet I could feel my cum just bubbling at the top of my cock. Marly’s cock was trapped between our stomachs. I could feel it getting harder as it rubbed between us as Marly rode me.
But, I need not worry about my cock. My body jolted up as I felt the sweet lips of Marly on mine and the sudden intrusion of his tongue in my mouth. I moaned in his mouth as we swapped spit. His ass clenched around my cock as if it was milking me. His hot and tight boyhole had me in another world.
“Faster. Cum, Daddy. Cum. I’m going to cum too,” Marly said as he bit my neck and warm droplets of his cum smeared between our bodies. His hole had me in a vice grip as he came and that was the suction I needed. I gave him one last thrust and spurt after spurt of my cum filed up his hole.
My soul just left my body. The room went hazy and my eyes blurred as my cock did a horrible job of plugging his hole since I could feel my cum dribbling down my taint. It felt nice that Marly did not want to leave my embrace. He laid on top of me with his head snuggled against my neck as we both came down from our orgasm.
After a few minutes, I heard a cough and the sweet voice of another femboy say “Hello, you two lovebirds. This is a reminder that Mr. Cooke’s flight leaves in 15 minutes. Thank You.” The femboy leaves us to attend to a flyer who entered the shop.
Marly pats my chest and says, “That was a great fuck. I hope you enjoy your flight. Economy class can get a little rowdy. I hope you are not shy about showing your cock off.” Marly laughs and to my dismay gets up off my body. He puts on his aprons again, blows me a kiss, and leaves me to get myself situated.
Fuck that was amazing. Best sex I have ever had. Femboys are amazing. They don’t care if they get off. They only want their man to feel good. I know it is their job. But, there is something so genuine about them. I don’t know. Maybe I am just too horny and they are excellent at their jobs. I just hope I made Marly feel good.
I got up and I realized that I did not take my shirt off. Marly’s little dribblets of cum is stained on my shirt. I get my suitcase and change my shirt. I reveal my Dad body to everyone and a femboy from my peripheral whistles at me. These bois just don’t stop.
I pick up my suitcase and give each delectable femboy one last look. The terminal is beginning to fill up. I know it is a cliche to come to the airport two hours before your flight but this place makes it enticing to do so. As I pace walk to my flight, I examine the other side. Places called “The Chapel,” “Deep Relief,” and “The WatchStop,” are the ones I want to come back to. Yes, I admit it, I want to come back. I don’t know what is in store for this flight but, I can already assume it is going to be delicious and different. I just hate the fact that my balls feel drained of their reserves.
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Economy Class
I pace walk when I hear a sexy British voice say over the intercom, “Flight 40032 to Austin, Texas is ready to board. Please have your ticket ready to scan. First Class may begin boarding.” The next thing I know, men run past me brushing my shoulder as they look back and apologize. It’s like a mad sprint to the gate. I try to keep pace but again I find myself on the outside looking in.
I catch the last of the first-class members entering. Each one looks like a high-power attorney or businessman with some inflated ego. They give a snickering look at the rest of us as if to say “Don’t you wish you were me right now.”
Next are the business class flyers who look more ordinary with spare change to splash. Unlike other business class flyers, they all seem like they have no work to get done this morning.
I get in line with the rest of the economy class. These men are overeager and anxious. Saying they were giddy with excitement would be an understatement.
“Ticket please,” The British femboy taking my ticket could be mistaken for royalty. His voice and his looks alone make me want to miss my flight and take him wherever so I can have five minutes with him.
“Jesus, the ticket boys always get my cock hard before a flight,” Says the man behind me. This had to be by design. I am now in a line full of men with hard cocks sprung up by the same boy.
I enter the plane. It is unlike any other. First Class is pure luxury. Each seat has a divider for their privacy and a seat the size of a small single bed. The eight men in First Class are all on their tablets, browsing it like a steakhouse menu. I take a peek at one of the men’s tablets and he’s scrolling through a gallery of femboys. I caught him as he picked a small Jewish boy and the tablet prompted, “Excellent pick, Sir. Your Femboy will be at your service for your flight. Enjoy!” I guess the lucky fucks were able to pick their personal femboy for the flight. True first-class perks if you ask me.
The twelve men in business class had their separate luxury. One seat per row but no dividers like first class. Each seat came with a small desk and enough outlets and USB ports to run an entire business. The screens on the back of the headrest were going through pictures of Femboys in rapid order. The screens all popped at stopped at once and said, “Selection Made.”
Each femboy who popped on the screen looked delectable in their own right.
The reactions to their random selection were all positive, “Fuck yes! I got Chase again.” “Oh my, never had a Latino boy before.” “This boy is at the park! He must be special.”
Just a few steps forward, past the black curtain and there’s economy class. Wow, this is spacious. Each row is occupied with three seats and enough leg room… for a femboy to fit into. Oh, I think I get what’s going to happen. This economy class is not packed like a chicken coup like other airlines. There were sixteen rows of three seats. Damn, I can stretch my legs and get a quality nap in. Fucking Marly sucked the soul out of me, I can nap the whole flight.
I find my seat. Row 5, window seat. Not a bad seat at all. I put my suitcase up and settled in. I decide to get some work done and study up for my meeting when I get to Austin. This Femboy experience has gotten my mind off this presentation. A life-changing opportunity and yet my head is consumed with all these boys around me. The sudden anxiety hits me like a rock. Joey and Marly had me relaxed like a sloth. Fuck could I use both their holes again.
“Hey man how’s it going? Nice sitting with you today. I’m, Scott.” I don’t mean to sound mean, but this is the most average American sitting by me. Collared shirt, khakis, and Hoka shoes. Seems like he has life all figured out. I shake his hand and respond with my name.
“Fifth FBW ride. Let’s go, men.” A large Latino man says who occupies the aisle seat. After some small talk, we find that his name is Juan.
“Ummm Spencer, you may want to put those papers away. You are on the wrong airline if you need to get work done.” Scott says as the final men board the flight.
“I know but I need to study these notes. Work is going to kick my ass if I bomb this.” I say with my eyes still on the notes.
“Nah, man. You are going to lose those papers once the flight attendants get on.” Juan says as he unbuckles his pants belt.
I roll my eyes and put my papers away. Maybe they are onto something. I just need to relax. Just a normal flight with hot femboys walking the aisles. Maybe some frisky stuff but surely FAA regulations can keep this place to a minimum. Right? Right?
*Ding*
“Welcome passengers to Flight 40032 on FBWAir.” A lovely boy comes on the speaker and the plane oddly goes hush. Weird when there are no babies, kids, or unruly couples on the flight. “Our destination today is Austin Texas. Our flight should take approximately 3 hours which is enough time to enjoy all FBWAir has to offer.”
“Oh baby, finally the good part,” Juan says as he ruffles in his seat.
“Now is time for today’s femboy flight attendants to board the plane. Now I must remind you of the rules, no touching the femboys until the safety light turns off.”
Touching? No touching…
“As many of you know, Morning flights are always a special treat. This morning’s theme will be fishnet stockings. Enjoy all you sexy men. Now first to board are the economy class attendants.”
The plane is bombarded by the sound of “wooos” and “hell yeahs.” The first-class men get to see first. We all hear them say, “Yeah get naked boy!” “Show me that boy hole!” Just another perk of being in first class. Obviously, the boys cannot walk through the airport naked. So first class gets the luxury of seeing them strip to their true uniforms.
The femboys stop at business class. “God that boy has amazing balls. Wish I could suck them.” Was the one that got a few laughs from our class.”
“Jesus, the boys need to hurry up! I’ve been holding this load for two days.” Said someone in the far back. That man held his load for two days for this flight? My load hasn’t been saved for the past 30 minutes.
The first delicious boy walked past the curtain and the men erupted. The boys twist and twirl in their multicolored fishnet stalkings. Pink, blue, green, and black, all matched perfectly with each boy. Just so many diverse boys. The back rows received their boys first. I could hear moans, gasps, and cocks flapping about. Much better than kids crying because their dad forgot their favorite toy at home.
“Hello, daddy’s. I hope you saved up your loads for me. I’m going to drain all of you dry.” Our femboy attendant lays his arm on the back of Juan’s headrest. He’s an eccentric one. Pink hair, pale, and a rather confident demeanor. His black stockings are a sexy contrast to his pale skin. And his cock. Fuck his cock. His uncut soft feminine cock just dangling inside his fishnets. It’s taking all my will not to drool in front of everyone.
“My name is Adrian but you men can call me Ady. Can I start you with any drinks or snacks? Something to keep your mind off what you really want?”
All three of us just shake our heads, still mesmerized by him.
“Alrighty then. Who’s first? Oh here Juan, how about you? You know the drill, no touching. But they never said I can’t straddle you.” Ady gets on top of Juan and he shutters in his seat. I can hear his dick pulsing from here. The fishnets make Ady’s body look more delectable. Like you just want to rip them apart and get to his smooth skin. Juan’s arm hair prickles up as Ady comes to his neck and whispers to him. Ady gets off him as Juan pulls down his pants and starts rubbing his cock. God, it’s so weird watching another man touch himself but this FemboyWorld culture has normalized seeing that.
A stray femboy comes by each row and hands the other femboys a bottle of lube. Ady gets his lube and pours a good amount over Juan’s cock without touching him. Damn, these boys are good.
Ady does the same to Scott. Straddles him, a little grinding, a sexy whisper right to his ear, and some lube over his cock. But, Scott does something that weirded me out. He rubbed some over his asshole. Damn, do some of these men take the Femboys cock?
Then it’s my turn. My chest gets right as Ady comes on top of me. I’ve gotten some dirty dancing from past girlfriends but nothing as captivating as this. I may have a brain aneurism by how many times these boys made my mind numb.
Ady gets my cock as hard as it can be and comes to my ear and says, “Pull out that baby maker, Daddy. I want to see it.” I oblige and unbuckle my belt. Ady pulls away and I get a sight of his beautiful, tasty, big cock. I would have never expected femboys to have big cocks, but Ady’s looks heavy and tasty.
Ady has all three of us stroking at the sight of him. The world around us dissolves. Some moans, gasps, and pleading from the other men snap me back to reality. But, just the slight twist of Ady’s body grabs my attention again and again.
The femboy announcer comes back on the intercom, “Now that all of you are acclimated with your femboy attendant, we will now be entering the runway. Please buckle your safety belts and remember,” the entire plane says in unison, “No touching until the safely light turns off.”
Ady smirks and says in a bratty tone, “Rules are so boring. I like being on top of you guys.” Ady snakes his body on all three of us. His head on Juan’s lap, his ass on Scott’s, and his feet on mine. I feel my blood pressure rising as hold myself back from touching his smooth legs and soft feet. I think I just became a feet person because my mouth is watering the same looking at his wiggling toes like his big cock. Can this plane get to altitude any faster, please?
“Remember boys, don’t touch,” Ady teases us. He sticks his tongue out at Juan, his cock pulses in front of Scott and the ball of his foot is not so discreetly rubbing the length of my cock.
The plane takes off. I’m just begging god for it to climb higher. Is this the slowest plane in the world? Climb just climb. I need to touch this pinkhair boi.
“Dan, I thought you said this was a party airline? Not a full-on sex plane.” “Baby relax. You said you wanted a threesome, now we get to do it a mile high.” The couple behind my row has been arguing since take off. I can see how these boys can potentially ruin marriages.
“Almost there. I bet you are thinking how much you want to rip my fishnets off. Are you just going to use me for your pleasure, huh? A whole three hours with my body. All my holes are yours. Don’t even have to ask. Maybe besides fighting amongst yourselves to use it.” Ady just keeps going on. It’s almost like he’s taunting us. Seeing which one will break the rules.
“Cumming!” A man in the back row screams. That femboy just talked that man into cumming.
Another man screams, “No, No, No! I did not touch him!”
A large burly stands up from his seat, “I am the Sky Marshall. I just saw you in clear sight touch that femboy before it was safe. You know the law. I am sorry. But, I am obligated to write you a citation.
The moment the marshall hands the man the citation, the safety light blinks off. It’s off to the races. Juan immediately dives down and sticks his tongue in Ady’s mouth as he lets out the sexiest moan. Scott rips open the fishnets like a WWE wrestler. Both of his hands work Ady’s cock at a quick pace as he spits on it to give it some lube.
I, on the other hand, was caught off guard. The sight of 50-something men and femboys all moaning, gasping, and touching at once was overwhelming. Then Ady’s feet dug into my cock I remembered the prize I prayed for since I sat down. I open Ady’s fishnets. I lift his feet, massage his clean soles as I suck each one of his toes.
Ady switches around and lays on his stomach. He licks the length of my cock and balls but ignores the sensitive pulsing head. Fuck, this boy is a tease. Scott fingers Ady’s hole as Juan continues sucking and massaging his feet. Ady doesn’t have the most plump ass but, god is it something. His pink hole is open, just begging for a cock to fill it up. His small ass and hips make me want to grab it like an animal.
We play like this for fifteen minutes as Ady gives Juan and me equal time with his feet and mouth as Scoot has full access to his cock and hole.
Ady comes off my cock and asks, “Let’s make this more exciting. How about the first man to cum has to pay for the flight of the last man to cum. Also, the last man to cum gets to have me for the rest of the flight?
Juan says, “Yes, let’s do it!” Scott says, “A free flight? Of course, I am in.”
What the fuck? I get a free flight on this amazing airline but, now I have to potentially comp someone else’s flight? But on the other hand… Ady’s ass is more than amazing. Fuck it.
“I’m in,” I confirm the bet.
Ady stands up and claps his pretty little hands together. “I am so excited. Try your best. I hope you men fuck your brains out. Now get on all fours Scott. I heard you like it from behind.”
Scott pants, “I do, I do,” as he turns over with his knees on the seat and hands on the headrest. Ady drops down and tongues Scott’s hole.
“Don’t just stand there you two. I still have two hands.” Ady fingers us over. We oblige. His hands work our cocks as he makes Scott moan with his slithering tongue.
Ady stands up and rubs his red cock against Scott’s hole.
Scott pleads, “Please fuck me already. I need that boycock in me.”
Ady gets the tip in. Scott wails in what I believe is a mixture of passion and pain.
Ady teases him, “Mmm, your wife doesn’t do this for you?”
“No, god no. Only Femboy’s cock gets me off now.” Scott moans as he thrusts a little deeper. Each stroke of Ady’s cock makes Scott flush. There is no doubt he loves taking it from a femboy.
“How about you Spencer…” Ady makes my heart drop. There is no way I can take it up the ass this soon even though he is fucking sexy. “Come fuck me from behind.” Oh, thank god. I smile and nod. I get behind Ady as he stops his thrusts waiting for me to begin.
“Come on, Spencer! Fuck the boy so he can fuck me.” Scott is impatient. But I realize it would be best if Juan goes first because of the bet. If Ady is anything like Marly, his hole is going to make me bust soon.
But, Ady grinds my hips again. Fuck the bet. I grab his slim hips and use his hole. So fucking tight. I give Ady another hard thrust as I push him further into Scott’s hole.
“Heaven. This is heaven. Fuck me harder, Spencer.” Ady says as I find my rhythm. I was not wrong. His hole was different from Marly’s yet the sensation had my eyes rolling. Felt like my cock was melting inside him with each thrust.
Ady then turned his head and took Juan in his mouth. Ady had all three of us moaning at once. Just the perfect femboy. I do not know what the other femboys were doing to their men but all I know is Ady was perfect.
“Switch you two.” Ady signifies as he turns his head to Juan and me. I reluctantly stand aside as Juan gets behind Ady with the biggest smile. Juan fucks Ady like a maniac. Uncontrolled thrusts all just to feel every ounce of pleasure. Which is the same with Ady on my cock. Juan made it hard for Ady to suck me with any type of rhythm. But Ady was doing his best to keep me hard.
Scott, however, was on the brink. Ady was fucking him hard now. Scott’s head was pinned against the headrest and his hand was a jackhammer on his cock. Ady grabbed Scott’s shoulders and stayed balls deep.
“Come on, Daddies. I know you want to cum. Cum for your boy. Cum, cum, cum…” Scott took that message to heart and groaned as his cum made a pool in his seat. Unlucky for him, he collapsed on his cum as he was catching his breath. Ady came off of Juan’s cock and turned Scott around so he was sitting. He grabbed his head, kissed him, and said, “Your hole felt amazing like all the other boys said. I hope I can have your hole again, Daddy.” The next thing we hear are the soft snores of Scott as he passes out.
A part of me wondered how Ady knew Scott liked being at the bottom. Curiosity hit me so I just asked, “How did you know he liked taking it?”
Ady fixes his pink hair and answers, “We keep notes on all customers who use any FemboyWorld service. Six months ago, Scott discovered longboys which are femboys like myself who like to top men. He has never looked back since.” Ady strokes his heavy cock which emphasizes the name ‘longboi’ pointedly. “Looks like you want some of my cock too, Spencer.”
My eyes go wide as Ady points his sexy cock to my face. I do, damn I do. But, I just sit there frozen, amazed by this beautiful femboy cock.
“Just take a taste. You know you want to.” Ady strokes himself as Juan kisses Ady’s neck from behind.
Ady’s slit dripped a dab of his pre cum and instincts hit me and I lapped it up with my tongue. One lick became two and from then on I just need to touch every inch of it. His cock was somehow hot, hard, and soft all at once. The man at the terminal had a cock that looked like a man’s cock. But Ady’s was different. Unexplainable. I did not feel emasculated sucking it. Once I had it in my mouth, I did not want to let go. I switch between sucking it hard and exploring with my tongue.
“Mmmm, now just you two hotties. Who wants this hole now” Ady says as he moans from my blowjob and Juan’s kisses.
“Me,” I demand. I pull Ady’s light body on my lap and invade his hole in record time. Ady bounces on me while he sucks my neck giving me hickeys that will be hard to explain during the meeting.
Juan comes to the side of us and makes his own demand, “Suck it, bitch.”
Ady palm slaps Juan’s cock for his harsh words and then sucks it hard making Juan’s knees buckle. My hips had a mind of its own. My balls were tight and if I fucked like this for longer, I think they would have exploded.
Then Ady gave me some reprieve. “Okay, Juan’s turn. It will only be fair.” I begin to get a strange feeling that Ady likes Juan’s cock more than mine. To be fair Juan is experienced fucking femboys while this is still all new to me. I still feel a little jealous.
But those feelings do not deflate my cock. Ady sinks to his knees and arches his back as Juan takes him from behind. My suspicions were nearly confirmed as Ady moaned harder and louder with Juan. Yet, Ady grabbed the base of my cock and gave a blowjob that almost rivaled both Marly’s and Joey’s.
I took this time to relax and recover while hoping that Juan cums. But there was no recovery for me. Ady held the base of my cock tight and his pretty pink tongue licked and sucked every sensitive part of the top of my cock. Then he flicked and licked the slit while his pretty eyes had my balls boiling. Ady gave me one last deepthroat and I lost it. I held his head down and filled up his mouth. Ady moaned and swallowed every last drop. Not even one escaping the crevice of his lips. I lost to a damn blowjob.
What was this, my fourth nut in 8 hours? I was tired. Just like Scott, I was about to pass out. Ady comes up and kisses me. His lips have been everywhere and yet I did not mind.
“You are such a great fuck, Daddy. Ask for me next time and it is on me. I want to empty your balls again.” Ady kisses the tip of my cum soaked cock. Juan grabs Ady into his arms and takes him to his seat as they continue their noisy fuck.
Even with all the sounds of sex around me, I pass in my seat.
Sexy moans from femboys and roars from the men snap me out of my deep sleep. I keep my eyes closed for a little while longer as I enjoy my last few minutes of relaxation. The stray femboy comes row by row. He leans over and shakes my shoulder, “Sir, we are about to descend. Please put on your seat belt.”
I open my eyes to the sight of Ady lapping up Juan’s cock and abdomen.
“Mmmm, my cum tastes good mixed with your baby batter,” Ady says as he takes his last lick and buckles Juan in. Scott has earbuds on listening to music and looks blissful.
The plane descends and we touch the ground. Then the last weird experience happens. Usually, everyone gets up in haste and grabs their bags waiting impatiently to get off the plane. But here, all the men stay seated. Only the femboys get up and stand in line. We all get our last looks in at the femboy attendants. Some clap, some woot, and others catcall as the femboys walk away.
“Fuck guys I already miss those boys.”
“Hey, you know what they say, never fall in love with a femboy big guy!” Everyone laughs as we steadily get up to grab our bags from the compartments. We are all either sore, rung out, in ecstasy, or all of the above, depending on when we last let our loads out.
We were the last class to leave. The only thing similar to this flight experience to others is the people running to their connecting flight. And so was I, but running to my meeting. How am I going to do? No idea. I am unprepared and have not even studied possible impromptu questions. But, was it worth it? Was it worth experiencing this new strange world of Femboys? Obviously, yes.
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So that is the experience of Mr. Cooke. If any of you are wondering, yes he bombed the meeting. A business friend of mine told me he forgot all of his notes and was sweating like Shaq shooting a free throw. Never fly FBW Air if you have a life changing job on the line.
But, it was not all doom and gloom for Mr. Cooke. He now works for me. Instead of monetary bonuses he now works to get a femboy maid to come to his apartment every month. And damn does this man work his ass off. Femboys, the perfect motivation for any man.
Well, that was Economy Class. So let me know if you would rather fly First Class luxury or the wild west Economy class. But you may also be wondering about business class. So how about this? Let me know what your perfect FemboyWorld Experience would be and I will pick three winners for an all-expense paid flight in business class and you can experience it yourself. Sounds fun? Yeah, it does. That’s all for me. Now it is time to explain to Draymond Green why “silly penis” is trending on Twitter. Look forward to seeing you all at FemboyWorld.
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