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Short: Oh Brother! (Gay)
🕑 Added 2021-07-08 21:49:04 +0000 UTCHere's a really quick one just for fun. For those that don't know I'm a bi writer so I like to do gay stuff from time to time. I do realize that these sort of "trap" stories are problematic. It is not my intention to offend anybody, I just thought this could be nice bit of smut between a dumbass himbo and a particularly bratty femboy. Please give this one a pass if you aren't a fan of these types of stories. If you DO like it, please hit it with a like so I know you guys are into this stuff. Okay, enough blabbing, on with the story.
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“I can’t wait any longer.” My roommate Cassie says as she looks at the time on her phone. “I’ve gotta get to work. Natasha should be here any minute to pick up the pamphlets. I’m not sure what’s holding her up and she’s not answering her texts.” She looks at me over the neatly stacked bundles of pamphlets she and I had just finished folding. “You sure you don’t mind Ethan?”
“No worries.” I assure her. “I’ll be around. I was going to go out but my buddy Jon blew me off again. I think my big plan today is to just chill and maybe play some Fifa.”
“Well thank you.” She smiles as she gathers her keys and heads for the door. “I appreciate it.”
I give her a thumbs up. “It’s cool.”
She is just about to leave when she says. “Oh yeah, my brother might be popping by later in the afternoon. Save a stack for him. He was going to pass them out at his gym.”
“Gotcha.”
Cassie chuckles. “Beau is kind of an asshole so…apologies in advance.”
“No problem.” I say. The moment the door shuts behind her I let out an annoyed. “Well, shit.”
Natasha I had no problem with, she was supposed to show up soon giving me the rest of the day in peace, but now I had to wait around for Cassie’s gym rat asshole of a brother? Ugh. But I wasn’t about to say no. We had been roomies for barely a week and I was still trying to make a good impression. When I showed up at the door in response to her ad I had to plead with her just to show me the room. She hadn’t wanted a roommate of the opposite sex but the room was just the right price in just the right area of the city so I had to give it a try. I convinced her of my need and even sweetened the deal by agreeing to pay the entire internet bill myself, I wanted a faster speed than she had so it worked for me anyway. She relented, reluctantly, and said that as long as there was no “funny business” between us she’d be cool with it. I agreed and moved in soon after. Truly appreciative of her willingness to bend I had been on my very best behavior ever since. Also, while I made a vow that I would not initiate it, if Cassie ever took a liking to me and became open to the idea of “funny business” I certainly wouldn’t fight it. She was only five years older than me and a solid seven and a half out of ten in looks.
The only downside was that while the rest of the suite was relatively spacious the rooms themselves were tiny, mine was barely enough for my bed and dresser. I had to set my PC up in a corner of the living room which sucked for private browsing. My phone did the trick for a quick tug but I much preferred to experience my adult entertainment in my own time, in HD, on a big screen, and with proper headphones. Today was my first real opportunity with the place to myself since moving in and I was more than ready for a little alone time. But now with Beau maybe popping by at some unspecified time I couldn’t be sure when a good time to get into would be. Ah well, maybe I would luck out and he’d be early.
I hadn’t even gotten to the half on my first game of Fifa when the doorbell rings. “Come on in!” I call out. I would have answered but I was playing online and didn’t want to make the other guy wait. I hear the door open and close then footsteps before Cassie’s friend appears in the kitchen. “The pamphlets are…” I glance her way…then do a double take as the rest of the words stutter from my mouth. “…on…t-table.”
She…was…GORGEOUS!
She looked right around my age, early to mid twenties, with an appearance straight out of one of my teenage wet dreams. Wavy natural blond hair worn loose just past her slender shoulders. Large expressive eyes the color of the sky on a clear day. Delicate perfect pixie-like facial features. A bit shy of five and half feet tall she had a long lithe fit body that was JUST my type. Shy on the boob department, hell she barely even had a bosom, but what a tight little peach of an ass! She wore a simple white t shirt, pink shorts, and just a very subtle touch of muted pink lipstick. Nothing fancy at all. There was something about a woman comfortable with her natural looks that did it for me. Slung across her body is the strap of a cute blue and pink satchel bag, which she had in front of her as she opened it to put the pamphlets into. Even the way she moved was sexy, graceful and fluid. More than anything though she just had that “it” factor that is impossible to define but just as impossible to miss. Holy fuck! This chick had to be a pro instagram model or something.
“Ey!” She says as she sees what I am doing. “You’re into footie. Who is your team?”
Jesus, even her voice was hot. That sort of soft yet hazy and sultry sound of a jazz singer. This woman just oozed sensual charisma.
Trying my best to act casual I try to refocus on the game. “Chelsea.”
“Chelski?” She scoffs. “Must be nice to just buy your titles.”
“As if I haven’t heard that before.” I shoot back. “Whose your team then?”
“Spurs.”
“Pffft! You have my sympathies.”
“Asshole.” She laughs. “How’s the new Fifa? I haven’t gotten it yet but I was thinking about it.”
Super model looks? She liked sports and video games? Did she come here DIRECTLY from heaven!?
“Honestly, not great.” I say. “Save your money for next year.”
“Yeah, that’s what I heard.” With her distracting me my game had gone right to shit. The opposition scores as I let a frustrated hiss. She laughs. “God dude, you suck.”
“Lucky goal.”
“Uh huh.” Turning her attention to the table she asks. “So, how many of these am I supposed to take?”
“Leave one stack for Beau.” I say. “The rest are yours Natalie.”
“Natalie?” She stops suddenly and looks over at me. “You think I’m Natalie?”
I look over to see her looking back at me with a very curious and very amused look on her face when it hits me. “Sorry! Natasha. My bad. I don’t know where I got Natalie from.”
“Yeah, me neither.” She chuckles. “Do I look like a Natalie?”
“Well…”
“I am definitely not Natalie.” She says, cutting me off, as she stands looking me over. All of a sudden I was the center of her attention. “Soooo, you’re Cassie’s new roomie. It’s Ethan, right?”
“That’s me.” I say as I continue to split my attention between the screen and her. “Good to meet ya.”
“She said you were a real sweetheart.”
“That’s nice of her to say.”
“Not really.” She quips. “Cassie likes her bad boys. The badder the better. Nice guys finish last with her.”
“Oh.” I say, trying to hide my disappointment in hearing that. So much for that slim hope. “Well…luckily I don’t think about Cassie in that way. We’re simply roommates.”
“Uh huh.” Natasha says dubiously. Instead of collecting the pamphlets and leaving she comes into the living room and sits down beside me. She even smelled good, her perfume pleasant but not too flowery like most were. I glance over at her. Holy fuck, she was even hotter up close! If Cassie was a seven and a half then Natasha was an easy ten! I try to keep my cool and remain focused on the game. Thirty seconds later the other player scores again.
“God damn it!”
Natasha giggles and puts her hand on my forearm. “You are so bad!”
“The badder the better?” I quip, glancing down at her long elegant hand resting on my arm.
“Indeed.” She says as I see her in my peripheral studying me closely. “I think Cassie is missing out you know.”
“Oh? In what way?”
“In ignoring nice guys.” She slides closer, her other hand glides up my back sending tingles out from where she’d touched. “Bad boys are all show. But nice guys? Nice guys are the best lovers, definitely the funnest, no contest. Don’t you think?”
Pausing the game again I turn to look at her. Her sky blue eyes smolder with white hot desire. A desire focused on me. I didn’t know if she was fucking with me or is genuinely as horny as she looked but I wasn’t about to miss this chance. “Oh really?” I grin as suavely as I can. “Well, as I’ve never been with any nice guys I’ll have to take your word for it.”
She giggles and motions toward the screen. “He’s waiting.”
“I’m busy.” I set the controller down on the coffee table. “Soo…” I am about to go into flirt mode when she throws me entirely off of my game.
Leaning in she whispers. “Show me your cock.”
“Ex…excuse me?”
“Show me your dick. Come on Ethan, whip that fuck stick out and see what happens.”
“But…uh…”
“Please.” She says in such a sweet voice as she bats her big blue eyes. “I wanna see it.”
“I…uh…I…”
“I bet it’s big. Is it big?” She smiles demurely, though there was a demon in her eyes. A very attractive combination! “Do you have a big cock Ethan?”
“W-well it’s…uh…”
“Come on. Show me.” Her right hand continues to rub up and down my back, her left comes across to grab my thigh. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
I shake my head in disbelief.
“No?” She pouts with disappointment.
“No!” I correct her. “I mean yes! I mean…aw hell.”
Seize the day! Lifting my butt off of the cushion I push my shorts right down to my ankles. I sit back and let my manhood flop free. “There ya go.”
A huge impish grin bordering on a mocking sneer flashes across her face. Her eyes slow pan down my body. When her gaze reaches my groin the wicked smile grows even wider.
“Oh my!” She says. “Look at you.”
I narrow my eyes at her odd tone. “Is that sarcasm?”
“No!” She insists. “Oh no Ethan, of course not. It’s just…”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck dude.” She titters. “I didn’t actually think you’d show me.”
“You said that I wouldn’t regret it.”
“I did say that, didn’t I?” She says softly. Biting her bottom lip she nibbles it for a bit as she ogles my manhood before finally whispering. “Why don’t you play with it for me? Get it nice and big and hard.”
“Natasha…are you fucking with me?”
“Oh no!” She insists. “No, no, no. You can ask anyone, Natasha is not the type of girl to lead a guy on.”
Now that she mentioned it I did recall Cassie making vague mention of a friend of hers who was unapologetically promiscuous. It must have been Natasha she was talking about. Lucky me!
“You swear you’re not messing with me.”
“I swear on my womanly honor.” She crosses her heart. “Come on, jerk it for me.”
I had to admit, her bluntness was turning me on. I’d never met a girl so…to the point.
“Alright then baby. I’ll get it hard for you.” Leaning back further I start to stroke myself as Natasha watched me with wide attentive eyes.
“Mmm, that’s it baby.” She says softly. “Fuck yeah, stroke that dick.”
I had jerked off once before in front of a woman, my girlfriend at the time when we decided to give mutual masturbation a try, but that experience had been weird and awkward. There had been something judgmental in her eyes that ruined the whole thing for me. But there was no such look in Natasha’s baby blues. She is delighted by what she is seeing, you couldn’t fake a look like that. The fact she was so stunningly gorgeous certainly helped things. This whole unexpected encounter was so wonderfully kinky I couldn’t help but love it. It doesn’t take long before my soldier is rising to attention.
“Ohhh god.” I sigh as I look at her looking at me. My eyes drink her in; her smooth skin, the gentle swoop of her slender neck, her fit willowy body. “You are so fucking sexy.”
She sidles closer and runs a finger down the center of her chest. “You don’t think my tits are too small?”
I shake my head as my hand quickens. “No way. I like’em small. Fuck…you’re perfect.”
“Perfect?” Her eyes flash as she looks up into mine. “You’re not so bad yourself Ethan.”
“Ohhhhh.”
“Feeling good?”
“Yeah.” I nod. Letting go of my dick I flex it hard and let it stand on its own. “There it is baby. Is that big enough for ya?”
She looks back down and a little chortle escapes her. “Pfft.” Curling her lips back around her teeth and biting down to hold back a laugh she pauses a moment before saying. “Mmm, I’ve seen bigger.”
“You’ve…? What!?” I bristle. “What did you say?”
“You sure that’s as big as it gets?”
“Yeah I’m sure! What the hell?”
“Oh settle down.” She giggles and pinches my arm playfully. “It’s not bad for a Blues fan…I guess.”
“You are fucking with me.” I say. The nerve of this… “MMMMPH!”
The next thing I knew she grabbed my head with both hands and is kissing me…HARD! She kisses me hard and deep. Her tongue plunging into my mouth to dance with mine. “MMMRRRRMM!” She growls.
“Pahh!” I gasp as our lips part.
She stares me straight in my eyes and says with a grin. “Let’s see how long you can last…bitch.”
“Huh?”
With that she leans down and mouths my entire hard manhood! Her lips wrap around the root as her nose nuzzles deep in my pubes. The ease by which she’d done told me she could handle a hell of a lot more.
“Gnngh! Fuck!” I grunt as she sucks with incredible power. “Ohhhhh Jeeesus!”
Immediately she starts to bob up and down on my rock hard cock sucking and slurping loudly. Her left hand comes down to fondle and tug at my balls as her right arm pushes me back into the sofa to keep me in place. I’d had deep throat before but never like this! Natasha could take me fast and hard and as deep as I could go without so much as a gurgle of protest. She went down on me like a woman possessed. Ravenous for my cock. Her tongue swirls around my knob and jabs at my hole. Her lips, sealed tight around my shaft, glide up and down at a furious pace. She pops my tip from her mouth and spits on it before turning her head to sloppily suck and slather up and down along the side then latches on again to bounce her head on top of me. To say Natasha knew her way around a cock would be the understatement of the century.
“Hnngh! Fuck!” I squirm and grunt under the all out oral assault on my manhood. “Ohhh God.”
“Mrrrmmmm!”
I try to grab her head to slow her down or at least throw off her rhythm but she would not be stopped. Her fingers probe and pull at my nuts. Her other hand finds my nipple through the shirt and pinches it hard enough to elicit a little yelp from me. And her mouth, dear lord her mouth! She sucked harder, faster, and deeper than any woman before her. She was absolutely relentless.
It hits me with no warning at all.
“Gonna…cummmm!” It only makes her suck harder. Holding onto her head I moan like a whore as my whole body tenses as one and then… “HNNNNGHHH!!!”
“HHHMMM!” At the moment of release Natasha takes me full hilt and holds me deep as her mouth and throat suckles.
I blast my hot load straight down throat. What a fucking nut! I cum, hard, but she sucks even harder. She sucks the jizz from my balls faster than my throbbing cock could shoot it. Her hand grips both my nuts tight as if trying to squeeze even more from them. Holding her head tight I buck and quiver and mewl as Natasha blows my mind along with my cock. She gulps down every…last…drop.
“Haaahhhh.” I sigh weakly and a tremble runs through me as my orgasm subsides. My body goes slack and I slump back.
“Mmmmm.” She takes one last long suck to the tip, drawing out whatever dregs were left, then lets my spend manhood flop from her lips. She moves immediately up to my mouth and kisses me again like the first time. “Mmmm.” This time I can taste my pungent seed on her tongue. She sucks my tongue and then my bottom lip as she pulls back. Glancing off to her left she titters and says. “Two minutes. Way to go champ.”
“Huh?”
Patting my chest she flashes me a warm grin and says. “I like you Ethan.”
“I…like you too.” I reply between panting breaths.
Turning she sits up then stands and adjusts her satchel. “Welp, I gotta get going.” She says as casual as anything. Walking up to the table, her cute ass swaying enticingly, she picks up a stack of pamphlets and puts them into her bag. Glancing back at me over her shoulder she says. “If you ever feel like getting your ass whipped on Fifa, gimme a call sometime. Cassie’s got my number.”
“Yeah.” I say, my post-nut mind struggling to catch up with everything. “You bet.”
She winks. “See ya around loser.”
“See you around.” With that she was heading for the door. I hear the door close and soon I am sitting there in stunned silence. The apartment goes back to how it had been before Natasha’s presence, the only difference being me sitting there my dick hanging out. It had all happened so suddenly and so unexpectedly it almost seemed a dream. Did that really just happen? I then notice she’d only taken a small portion of the pamphlets she was supposed to take. “Natasha!” I call out, but it was too late. I melt back into the sofa to swim in the afterglow of the best god damned blowjob I’d ever had. “Ohhhh wow.”
Not five minutes later the doorbell rings again. Probably either Cassie’s brother Beau or Natasha back to pick up the rest of the pamphlets she’d left behind.
“Hold on!” I say as I pull my shorts up. Springing up off of the couch I go to the door and open it up.
A short heavy set brunette woman in glasses stands at the door smiling up at me.
“Uh, can I help you?” I ask.
“Hey! You must be Ethan!” She says in a loud cheerful tone. “Cassie told me all about you.” She holds out her hand to shake. “My name is Natasha.”
Comments
Khanalas
Damn, that was *too* short. Well, not really, but it gives an urge to read more. Gives that you're posting a quite liberated futa story, I don't see many people being repelled by femboy stuff. Regarding the trap aspect, while it's definitely in non-con territory in real world due to the current society, in fiction it's more forgiving.
OhioOkie
a typo my anyway == me anyway,
OhioOkie
nice story. I like it.
DistastefulDiagrams
Fundamentally a, loathsome as the term is, "Trap" story is a mistaken identity trope. It's all on the the author how it pans out and characters react and present themselves, so really it's only as problematic as you intend for it to be.
