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Part 2 - The Femboy in The Library
🕑 Added 2025-01-05 06:22:15 +0000 UTCHere’s Part 2 of our mini-series! This time, we dive into femboy Alexa's perspective, written primarily by me. If you enjoyed Part 1, you’ll love this deeper look into Alexa’s world. Don’t forget, the story alternates between Alexa and Chad, with JRS Tales writing Chad’s POV. Check out his page for more stories, and let us know what you think!
--------------Alexa’s POV---------------
The library wasn’t the quiet sanctuary I had hoped for today. Between the endless whispering, the distant hum of the vending machines, and someone aggressively typing like their life depended on it, I was on the verge of snapping my acrylic-painted fingers in irritation.
I adjusted my crop top and stretched, arching my back just enough to catch the attention of the guy two tables down. He glanced up, his eyes lingering a little longer than they should have before pretending to refocus on his laptop. Typical.
I smirked to myself and went back to my notes, twirling a strand of my blonde hair absentmindedly. It wasn’t like I minded the attention—I thrived on it, to be honest. But right now, my mind was elsewhere.
The truth? I was bored. Not bored like “Oh no, I’m out of TikToks to scroll,” but bored in the way that made me want to stir up some trouble. The kind of bored, where teasing a "straight" guy until he couldn’t think straight anymore sounded like exactly the distraction I needed.
I picked up my phone, and I glanced at the screen. Grindr.
I looked though the profiles and a new one caught my eyes, a profile pic with a bulging sick pack the profile read: "Looking for head." Classy. But when I opened his profile, I almost whistled out loud.
Obviously a rugby bro, shirtless, rippling muscles, I sent him a message equally simple as his profile text: 'Horny in the library - want to meet?”
He texted back almost immediately, ‘I’m down, but you got pics?’
I flicked through his photos, shaking my head. “Boys and their egos,” I muttered to myself. Still, my fingers hesitated over the screen. This guy wasn’t just like the usual desperate-for-attention gym bros. There was something... intriguing about the way he carried himself. Confident, sure, maybe even a bit too much, but also a little clueless. The kind of clueless that was fun to play with.
I went to the bathroom and took a few pics for him. One of my slim waist—I knew straight guys liked that, especially with the pink studded navel piercing. I took another one of my perky, smooth ass that I had worked hard for; to be honest, it looked better than most girls' asses. But who’s getting cocky now? Finally, I snapped one of my face, then pressed send.
He quickly replied with a simple ‘👀’ and followed it up with a video of himself cumming. Bold move, rugby boy, but most straight guys weren’t exactly known for their eloquence.
"Got another nut left for me? I replied.
He replied at once, and I read his reply with a satisfied smirk. ‘I have one more nut for you babe. Stay in the bathroom, I’m cumming over, rn ;) ‘
As I stood there, texting back and forth with ‘rugby boy,’ I couldn’t help but notice the faint smell of cheap disinfectant and musk lingering in the bathroom. Not exactly romantic, but let’s be real—I wasn’t here for the ambiance. I leaned against the sink, checking my nails and scrolling through my phone, waiting. We’d agreed on a secret knock—two quick taps, a pause, and then one more. When I heard it echo from the door, I smirked, knowing exactly who was on the other side.
“Come in,” I called out softly, tucking my phone away and straightening up. The door creaked open, and there he was.
He looked exactly like his photos: tall, broad-shouldered, and carrying himself with the kind of cocky confidence that screamed jock. His brown hair was messy, but deliberately so—like he’d spent half an hour making it look effortless, like he’d just rolled out of bed, and his hoodie clung to his chest in all the right ways. But it was his expression—a mix of impatience and barely concealed arousal—that really caught my attention.
“Alexa?” he asked, his voice deep and gruff. His eyes raked over me, lingering on my crop top and slim waist. Typical. Guys like him always zeroed in on what they wanted.
“That’s me,” I said, giving him a sly smile as I walked closer. My real name was Alexander, but bullies in school used to tease me and call me Alexa. Now I wore the name as a badge of honor, as I made the former bullies crave me. What his name was, I didn’t know, nor care, yet...
He took a deep breath and took me in. Then nodded, as to reassure himself. Then he came closer. “Alright, let’s do this,” he said, tugging down his joggers just enough to reveal a cock that was already hard and glistening at the tip. Subtlety clearly wasn’t his strong suit. Not that I minded.
“Eager, aren’t we?” I teased, dropping to my knees with a graceful ease that made his breath hitch. My nails grazed his thighs as I settled in, letting the anticipation build.
“Don’t worry, bro,” I half chuckled, then purred. “I’ll take care of you.”
And take care of him, I did. My lips wrapped around his meaty dick, warm and wet, as I started slow—just enough to make him groan. I let my tongue swirl around the tip, savoring the salty pre-cum. There was also a faint trace of something else—he really had jerked off before this. However, his cock was still rock hard, which was promising. I let my tongue trace his head before sliding down, taking his great length inch by inch, until my nose very nearly touched his trimmed brown pubes. His hands gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles white as he struggled to stay upright. This thing really was huge, 8 inches at least. But I had experience.
“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” he groaned, his voice raw with pleasure. I kept it sloppy and loud, the kind of performance that left no doubt I knew exactly what I was doing. Every gag, every moan was deliberate, designed to drive him insane.
I slobbered and worshipped his alpha cock, just like I knew he wanted. I spat on it, jerked him off roughly, playfully smacked his balls as I deepthroated him.
“Oh shit! This is the best head I’ve ever had,” he muttered, almost to himself. I couldn’t help but smirk around him, pulling back just enough to let my lips shine in the harsh light.
“Oh, I know it is,” I said, my tone dripping with confidence. But I wasn’t done yet. Standing up, I reached for his joggers and slid them down further, exposing his muscular thighs. He looked confused for a moment, but then I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my daisy dukes and shimmied them down.
The look on his face when he saw me—smooth, hairless, and clearly much bigger than he’d expected—was priceless. His eyes widened, darting between my face and my cock as he tried to process what he was seeing.
“Uh… that’s… yeah, cool,” he stammered, clearly not sure what to say. Straight guys always thought they were prepared, but there was a difference between expectation and reality. But there was also something else, like he was impressed, intrigued even? I could work with this.
“Come on, babe, get me off?” he asked, his voice almost pleading. It was adorable, really.
I crossed my arms and tilted my head, letting a playful smirk spread across my face. “Okay,” I said sweetly, stepping closer. “But then you have to fuck me.”
His breath hitched, and I could see the conflict in his eyes. His cock twitched, and I knew I had him. Straight boys were always so easy.
I reached into my little purse and pulled out a small bottle of lube, holding it up with a playful shake. “You recently tested?” I asked, my tone light but firm.
“Yeah, not long ago,” he replied, almost meekly.
I shouldn’t have trusted anyone, but he actually looked sincere, his big brown eyes locking onto mine. There was a hint of nervous honesty there, enough for me to take a chance. “Me too,” I said with a smirk. “Wanna go raw?”
His nod was almost childlike, eager, like a kid in a candy shop. I couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Alright, big guy,” I teased, steadying myself on the sink with my hands. With a quick, deliberate motion, I slid the small buttplug out of me, feeling the slight stretch as it left. I set it to the side, letting my hole remain open, gaping and ready. I always came prepared—and, truthfully, I loved feeling slutty. But I also had a dominant side, something this guy was definitely going to find out... just not yet.
His eyes widened as he caught sight of my open, perfectly smooth hole. His breath audibly hitched, and his mouth fell open slightly. “Holy fuck!” he exclaimed, the awe in his voice making me grin.
“Don’t just stand there,” I teased, wiggling my hips seductively. “Put it in.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed my hips with a firm grip, the roughness of his hands making me shiver in anticipation. His cock pressed against me, hot and slick from the lube, and I gasped as he pushed in slowly, his thick length stretching me just the way I liked.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered, his voice shaky with pleasure, his fingers digging into my waist as he buried himself deeper.
“Mm, that’s it,” I purred, arching my back to take him deeper. “Give me all of it, baby.”
His thrusts started slow, almost hesitant, but quickly built into a wild, passionate rhythm that had the sink creaking beneath me. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass filled the tiny bathroom, mingling with his low grunts and my unabashed moans. My fingers curled around the edge of the sink, my nails digging into the cool porcelain as he fucked me harder.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his voice rough and breathless. “I can’t… fuck, I can’t stop.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” I shot back, glancing over my shoulder at him, my breath hitching as another powerful thrust made me see stars. “Harder, baby. Fuck me like you mean it.”
He growled low in his throat, his pace growing more frantic, his cock slamming into me with a force that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I couldn’t hold back the cries spilling from my lips, my voice echoing in the tiny room.
“Reach around,” I murmured, panting, my voice almost pleading. “Jerk me off while you fuck me.”
He hesitated, his rhythm faltering, and I could almost hear his brain going into overdrive behind me. I met his movement with my hips, coaxing him to take the leap, daring him to push his own boundaries. “Come on, alpha boy,” I murmured, my voice low and teasing. “I won’t tell anybody.”
In the end the heat of the moment clearly won out. His hand wrapped around my own substantial dick, his grip rough and unsure at first, but it was enough to make me moan loudly, my body trembling under his touch.
“Fuck, just like that,” I gasped, grinding back against him as his strokes grew more confident. The dual sensation of his cock pounding into me and his hand working my shaft was overwhelming. The pressure built quickly, a white-hot knot of pleasure tightening in my core.
“God, you’re gonna make me cum,” I cried out, my voice breaking as the sensation reached its peak. My body tensed, and with a not entirely girlish moan, my dick spilled over the sink, thick ropes of cum coating the cool surface.
“Jesus,” he muttered, his pace faltering slightly as he watched me come undone, his hand still moving to milk every last drop from me.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, my body still trembling, sensitive and alive with pleasure. His hands tightened on my hips as he drove into me harder, his rhythm becoming erratic, his breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps.
“Fuck, I’m gonna…” he started, but his words dissolved into a deep groan as he buried himself inside me one last time. His body shook, his cock pulsing as he came hard, filling me with wave after wave of heat. His moans were raw, manly, and loud, the kind of sound that made me smirk even through my own haze of bliss.
We stayed like that for a moment, both of us catching our breath. His hands slowly slid from my waist, and I straightened up, turning to face him with a smug grin spreading across my face.
“Well,” I said, licking my lips as I leaned against the sink. “Wasn’t that fun?”
He looked dazed, still panting, his cheeks flushed and his hair disheveled. “Holy shit,” he muttered, running a hand through his messy hair. “You’re… unreal.”
I laughed softly, stepping closer to brush a hand over his chest. “Oh, honey,” I purred, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “You’ve only just scratched the surface.”
I reached for the sink, retrieving the buttplug once more. With a playful smirk, I slid it back into my messy, well-used hole, locking his load deep inside me. His jaw nearly hit the floor, his wide eyes tracking my every move.
“What?” I asked, feigning innocence. “I don’t want it to go to waste.”
He just shook his head, his face a mix of awe and disbelief, clearly at a loss for words. As he fumbled with his boxers and sweats, trying to wrangle his impressive package back into place, I couldn’t help but consider asking for another round. But I held back. I knew better—I needed to make him crave it, to leave him wanting more if I ever wanted to see him on all fours, taking me.
Turning toward the bathroom door, I paused, casually glancing back over my shoulder. “Wait, what’s your name?” I asked, my tone light but curious.
He hesitated for a moment, his confidence wavering as though he were debating whether to give me his real name. Then, with a flash of those pearly whites and a cocky grin, he seemed to recover. “It’s Chad, babe,” he said smoothly.
“See you around, Chad. Thanks for the fuck,” I replied, letting the words hang in the air as I turned and strode out without looking back.
As I made my way down the hallway, I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. Chad? Really? No one is actually called Chad. He clearly wasn’t ready to share his real name, but that was fine. I could work with that. I’d done it many times before.
Comments
Jon
Fuck, this one is good. Great collaboration!!💦💦💦
Jules
Omg bareback bathroom poundings with strangers who have big dicks? Apparently Christmas isn’t over!!
