Alex stood in front of the mirror wearing nothing but a tiny pink thong and thigh-high stockings. His cock strained against the thin fabric, already leaking. He turned, checking how the thong disappeared between his smooth cheeks, and smiled at the sight. Tonight he wanted to get fucked hard, and he knew exactly who to text.
Mark showed up twenty minutes later, already hard in his jeans. He pushed Alex against the door the second it closed. “Look at you, dressed like a cheap slut,” Mark growled, grabbing Alex’s ass with both hands. “This what you want? To get that femboy hole wrecked?”
Alex moaned and pushed back into the grip. “Yeah. Pull the thong aside and fuck me.”
Mark didn’t waste time. He spun Alex around, bent him over the couch arm, and yanked the thong down just enough to expose his hole. Two thick fingers shoved in dry at first, then spit-slicked, stretching him open fast and rough. Alex gasped and spread his legs wider.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Mark said, voice low and filthy. “Gonna loosen this pussy up before I stuff my cock in it.” He worked his fingers deeper, curling them until Alex’s legs shook. Precum dripped from Alex’s trapped cock onto the floor.
Mark pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock in one hard thrust. Alex cried out, forehead pressed to the couch cushion. The stretch burned then melted into heat as Mark started pounding, balls slapping against Alex’s ass with every stroke. The thong still sat around his thighs, stretched tight, rubbing against his skin with every impact.
“Harder,” Alex begged. “Use me like the femboy slut I am.”
Mark grabbed a handful of Alex’s hair and yanked his head back. “You want it rough? I’ll give it rough.” He slammed in deeper, hips snapping, the wet sound of fucking filling the room. Alex’s cock bounced uselessly with every thrust, the head brushing the couch fabric and smearing it with slick.
After a few minutes Mark pulled out, flipped Alex onto his back on the couch, and shoved his legs up to his chest. The new angle let him drive straight into Alex’s prostate. Alex’s eyes rolled back. “Right there—fuck, don’t stop.”
Mark spat on his cock and pushed back in. He fucked with long, brutal strokes, watching Alex’s face twist in pleasure. “Look at that little clit leaking,” he taunted, reaching down to slap Alex’s cock lightly.
“You love getting your boypussy destroyed, don’t you?”
Alex nodded, too far gone for words. His hole clenched around Mark’s thick shaft every time it bottomed out. Sweat ran down his chest, soaking the pink lace bralette he still wore. Mark leaned in and bit one nipple through the fabric, then sucked hard enough to leave a mark.
They switched positions again. Mark sat on the couch and pulled Alex onto his lap, facing away. Alex sank down on the cock with a broken moan, then started riding, rolling his hips and bouncing. Mark’s hands gripped his waist, guiding him up and down faster. Every time Alex dropped, the cock punched deep. His own dick flopped against his stomach, leaving wet streaks.
“Gonna come just from getting fucked?” Mark asked, reaching around to stroke Alex’s cock in time with the thrusts.
Alex’s answer was a high whine. His thighs burned but he kept moving, chasing the orgasm building low in his gut. Mark’s cock swelled inside him, getting even harder. “Fill me up,” Alex gasped. “Breed that femboy hole.”
Mark growled and thrust up hard, holding Alex down while he pumped load after load deep inside. The feeling of being flooded pushed Alex over the edge. He shot across his own stomach and chest, some of it landing on the pink lace. His hole pulsed around Mark’s cock, milking every drop.
They stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard. Mark’s cum leaked out around his softening dick, running down Alex’s balls and onto the thong still caught around his thighs. Alex reached down, scooped some up, and licked his fingers clean while Mark watched.
“Shower,” Mark said eventually, voice rough. “Then round two. I want that mouth next.”
Alex smiled, already getting hard again. He stood on shaky legs, thong sliding down to his ankles. “Only if you call me a good little femboy slut while you fuck my throat.”
Mark laughed, low and dirty. “Deal.”
They moved to the bedroom, leaving the ruined thong on the living-room floor. The night was just getting started, and Alex planned to stay in lace until morning.
