My Best Friend Is A Femboy Ch. 07

The sun rose over the beautiful empty green fields of northern England on what would seem like a normal day to most. There was dew on the grass and birds singing in the trees, creating a heavenly chorus. This was the scene at Dowdales Hall, a Victorian era building that had stood in this remote area of countryside for hundreds of years, greeting countless numbers of guests and hosting events every single weekend without fail. It was a highly in demand location and people had to reserve their slots months, if not years, in advance if they wanted to use it for birthdays, conferences, weddings or any other important events.

I was standing outside of a small white chalet with Tom, just down the road from the main building, both in only our pajamas and trainers as I took a long, slow drag from a cigarette. The smoke billowed into the morning air as the end of it burned, ash falling to the ground, the sweet nicotine entering my bloodstream and calming my mind on this most important of days. "Don't tell Ash about this, okay?" I asked, turning to Tom, "he'll just be upset about it and I don't want to ruin his special day."

"Don't worry, I won't say a word," Tom replied with a smile, extending his arm to take the stick of tobacco from me so that he could take a drag of his own. He had been honoured when I had asked him to be best man despite knowing that I hadn't really had that many options to choose from. Unbeknownst to Tom, I had actually first asked my Dad to do the honors, but he had politely turned me down, explaining how much it meant to him that I had asked, but suggesting that I pick one of my friends from University instead.

"I've been a best man before," he reasoned, "besides, are you really going to want me organising your stag do?" he asked with a cynical raised eyebrow.

"I guess not, might be a bit awkward" I replied with a wry chuckle.

"Choose someone your own age to be best man," he suggested, "it'll mean a lot more to them, help bring you closer. It's a lifetime bond, being asked to do something so special."

"Thanks Dad, I will," I'd replied, "thanks for the great advice as always." We had shared a quick, awkward father son embrace before we heard Mum making her way towards us from the kitchen with a tray of drinks in hand, the mugs clattering as she walked, Dad raising his finger to his lips to signal me to be quiet.

"Here we are boys, a nice cup of tea for you both!" Mum said warmly as she set down the tray on the table, looking up at us both quizzically as we stood in silence. "What were you two talking about?" she asked suspiciously, able to tell her boys were acting abnormally.

"Oh nothing Mum, just football." I had replied, unconvincingly but after a raised eyebrow showing that she didn't believe me one iota, Mum had decided to leave it alone.

"Is Ashley still in bed?" Mum asked nonchalantly as she poured the hot tea from the pot into our individual mugs.

"Yeah, he was really tired out after..." I trailed off, remembering our previous evening's tryst and how he had fallen asleep in my arms after our third round of lovemaking.

Mum and Dad shot each other a look indicating that they knew exactly why my fiancé was so tired and despite their best efforts to remain stone faced, Dad couldn't help but crack a cheeky little smile. I remembered that in that moment of embarrassment I had told myself that I needed to find a place for myself and Ashley as soon as possible. Thankfully it was only a couple of months later that we had found a nice little flat just a few minutes walk from Mum and Dad's house that was big enough for our needs and in our budget.

As my memories faded I took the cigarette back from Tom, its slender, white shell looking elegant between my fingers as I raised it to my lips and inhaled deeply. Of course I know that smoking is a dirty habit, in fact, I'd always told myself growing up that I would never be a smoker. Despite this, I was on a night out during freshers week and had been offered a smoke by one of my coursemates and partially due to my drunken state and partially due to wanting to seem cool, I had accepted. I had tried not to make a habit of it, but when boozing or stressed, I found it hard to resist. My wedding would of course be one of the best days of my life, but it would be far from stress free and so I had bought myself a pack a few days ago, doing my best to hide them from my better half out of fear of being rightfully chastised. I knew that Ash would just be worried about my health, which was entirely valid, but I still didn't want to be judged by the man I love most, even if it was justified.

"So, are you nervous?" Tom asked as he looked at me closely, wanting to interpret my response.

"Yeah, I am a little," I replied as I took another drag before tossing the spent cigarette butt into a nearby bin, "but that's more to do with the event and family side of it, you know? If everyone will get along, if all the plans will go smoothly. But I'm not even remotely nervous about marrying Ash. Not at all." I smiled to myself hearing my own words. Of course I knew this, but it was nice to say it out loud. Reaffirming.

"That's good man," Tom replied as he looked around at the beautiful scenery which surrounds us as a trio of birds flew overhead, "and remember, if you need anything, I'm right here, no job too big or small!" He added with a chuckle as I reached out to give him a hug.

"Thanks mate, it makes me feel a lot better knowing you're here and keeping me on track."

"Speaking of which," Tom said as he checked his watch, "we better get dressed, there's only half an hour until breakfast!"

The itinerary for the day had been meticulously planned, Breakfast at ten, guests would start arriving at eleven and the ceremony would start at midday. The pressure of the clock ticking onwards was constantly in the back of my mind, but I knew I would need to stay calm and composed and most importantly, enjoy the day to its fullest.

"You go ahead, I'm going to have one last cigarette and have a think." I replied as I pulled out my packet of cancer sticks to extract another one and slip it between my lips. "Have you got the lighter?"

"Oh yeah, here you go mate," Tom answered, pulling the small yellow neon lighter from inside his pocket and handing it to me. "Take as long as you need mate," he said before opening the door and stepping back inside the chalet, "but not too long," he shouted over his shoulder before closing the door behind him, making me laugh.

Left alone, I took a deep breath forming my own shroud of fog around me as I exhaled. Bringing the lighter up towards my face, my fingers span the wheel, igniting the gas inside the chamber and causing a life-giving flame to burst from the top. Leaning down to guide the end of the cigarette into the fire I inhaled, the tobacco at the end burning a bright red before fading to black, the sweet smoke sliding down my throat and into my lungs before I exhaled. As I continued to puff away I noticed movement from the chalets on the other side of the field where Ash and the bridal party were staying.

I smiled softly to myself, casting my mind back over the past eighteen months that had been so insanely busy for the both of us. After the proposal we had travelled back home, moving in with Mum and Dad, which was a very weird feeling after three years of independent living. A lot of our belongings had to be stored in the garage as there literally wasn't room for them inside the house, meaning they would stay there until we found a place of our own. We did our best to make the bedroom feel like a little piece of home by putting up posters and trinkets from our uni flat and Mum was insistent that we set some boundaries and rules to make things comfortable for all of us. We all agreed that bedroom doors would be knocked on before entering, if we were staying out late we would let everyone know and that we would all pitch in with the household chores. The implication of door knocking being necessary was a little bit uncomfortable, but me and Ash were still glad to have had the conversation so everyone was on the same page.

There were still some close calls of course, more than once a knock had rung out from our bedroom door and we'd had to scramble to stop our canoodling or lovemaking so we could throw on some clothes and act as if we were doing something completely innocent. During one particularly daring moment Ashley had been on his knees in front of me in the bathtub as warm water cascaded down on us from the shower head above. His soft little lips had been sliding along my shaft slowly, teasing me expertly as his big doe eyes stared up at me. The lack of a lock on the bathroom door had slipped our minds and before we could react Mum had barged in. If it hadn't been for the shower curtain we would have been fully exposed and luckily Mum quickly realised the bath was occupied and made a hasty and incredibly apologetic retreat. There had been a couple of awkward glances shared between us over the dinner table that night, but none of us said anything more about it and myself and Ash agreed that bath time was solely for cleanliness moving forwards.

After a couple of weeks we were properly settled in at home, adapting to our parents daily routine and finding our own ways to fit into it. We'd both enjoyed late night gym sessions while we were at University, but this was no longer going to be viable. The local gym also only had limited opening hours meaning that if we wanted to head over to work out at the dead of night, it just wasn't possible in our small home town. I'd noticed that Ash was dressing a lot more reserved while we were at home, electing for more typically masculine attire when we worked out. I understood why of course, it was only a small place where everyone seems to know everyone else. We actually ran into a couple of old classmates one day in the town centre, although thankfully they were the ones that had been nice to us, rather than our bullies. I know neither of us were looking forward to running into them and I hoped that Ash' change of dress wasn't an indication of his increasing confidence taking a step back now we were back in the place where most of his trauma had taken root.

I'd started looking for work in my chosen field of computer programming, firing off applications to any company that wouldn't require me to relocate. I was hoping to get into something within the realm of video games, but if something more corporate and white collar came up, I wouldn't turn that down either. Beggars can't be choosers after all, especially when you're entering the job market for the first time. After a few tense interviews via video call, one was finally a success and I was offered an intern position at a small independent gaming company. I would have to travel into the nearest city a couple of times a month to visit the office and meet with my manager, but the rest of the time I could work remotely, which was perfect for myself and Ash as we started to set up our new life together in earnest.

The first couple of weeks of inductions and training were spent in the office and so my new employer paid for a hotel in the city for me as commuting in every day just wouldn't be feasible. It was hard for me and Ashley being separated for the first time in years, but we called each other every morning and night to try and stave off some of the longing that was growing inside us. In a lovely gesture he had surprised me outside the office on my last day of training, whisking me off for a meal and drinks before returning to the hotel to rest before travelling back home on the train the next day.

Despite how tiring the first couple of weeks of work had been I could still muster up the energy to make love to my future husband and as the clock struck midnight Ashley was pressed up against the windows of our room as we both fogged up the glass. He was still wearing his bra and panties which had been tugged to the side so I could slide my cock inside his hungry little arse, my arms wrapped around his chest as I slowly fucked him, making up for the last two weeks of building desire. Anyone looking up from the street below would have been able to see us, but we didn't care, it was like we were showing off our love to the world, naked and proud of the bond that had formed between us.

We'd paid for our late night antics the next morning as we both had to scramble to gather our things and catch the train home when the alarm went off, barely making it onto the platform on time to catch our train. Thankfully the conductor had given us an extra couple of seconds to board before signalling the driver that the train was ready to leave and we had both breathlessly thanked him as we sprinted past him and boarded the locomotive, cases being dragged behind us as we went.

It was on the journey home that Ashley had gotten his own good news, being accepted as a social media manager for a local clothing business. He'd gone for an interview with the woman who Ash told me had initially started the company from her own home after receiving encouragement from her son. He'd come back home absolutely gushing about how great she was and how exciting of an opportunity it would be for him, helping a start-up to grow and expand. It was obvious to me that he really wanted the job, talking about how quickly they had taken off locally and that they were looking at opening up their own offices soon too, taking great strides forwards in their relatively short existence.

He was deliriously happy when he read me the email out loud as he sat next to me on the train, hugging me tight and bouncing up and down in his chair with sheer joy as the passengers around us smiled and whispered to each other. Neither of us could wipe the smiles off our faces and I even ordered a small bottle of wine from the trolley that was wheeled up and down the train by a nice red headed middle aged lady. We toasted together, drinking our wine and talking about our future, excited to see Mum and Dad and tell them the good news.

The next couple of months flew by as we were both thrown into adult life and the responsibilities of working and paying bills as well as looking for a flat for the two of us. It had been difficult finding the time to search together, but eventually we found a nice spot in a newly developed building close to the town centre. The kitchen windows gave a great view over the town in the morning and it was in a relatively nice and quiet area, mainly made up of young families and business types. It was a little expensive compared to what else was available in the area, but as we would be the first people to live there, all the fixtures and fittings were brand new and so we'd agreed it was worth the extra expense.

Mum and Dad were once again absolutely amazing as they helped us move all our stuff over to the new flat. It had made things so much quicker having two cars to use and after moving for the second time within a few months once everything was finally unpacked it was a huge relief. The parents had helped us organize everything too and when the final box was emptied they had loaded up the car to take any left over rubbish to the tip and recycling centre. We had stood outside the front door to the building and waved them off before I slipped my hand into Ashley's so we could make our way back upstairs as the proud tenants of a spotless new flat, merely a stones throw from the school where we had first met all those years earlier.

We'd both collapsed onto our sofa, Ashley's head resting on my shoulder as we enjoyed the silence and peace after a few days of packing and moving chaos. I always felt so good with his body next to mine and it didn't take long for Ashley's hand to snake its way down my chest and to my crotch. His soft little hands brought me to attention in a matter of moments and after pulling my cock free he straddled me and slipped my member inside himself. We christened our new home with the sounds of our moaning and whispered words of love as he slowly rode me. We were both tired as hell, but the pleasure coursing through us both made us not want to stop and after many minutes which felt like hours, we had both cum together, ending our day cuddled up on the sofa as we watched the sun slowly set out of our window before eventually making our way to bed.

With jobs and a place to live sorted, there was only one more thing for us to do, but it was a big one, planning and pulling off a perfect wedding.

As much as the idea of declaring my undying love for Ashley in front of our loved ones and spending the rest of my life with him filled me with joy, the idea of having to plan and execute such a huge event filled me with dread. I was fortunate that Ashley revelled in these kinds of things, with his love of fashion and interior design meaning I could leave him at the wheel for most of the decorative and design decisions.

He had been so excited when we woke up the morning after the big proposal in the sports hall, it was absolutely adorable seeing him so full of excited, almost uncontrollable energy. We had spent all night drinking and dancing with our friends at the post graduation party and by the time we got home, while the mind was willing, our bodies were in no fit state to express our love physically. He had woken me up with soft kisses, legs straddling my waist, his small naked body greeting my gaze as my eyes cracked open. His words had flowed like a waterfall, a stream of consciousness that told me he had already been up for a couple of hours and had thought of nothing but the wedding since he had awoken. I struggled to keep up with what he was saying thanks to my brain still being foggy with sleep, doing my best to try and properly come to and listen to what my future husband was babbling on about.

"So I was thinking that we could have the wedding at Dowdales hall it would be so beautiful in there do you think I could wear a dress or would that upset people of course we'll need a band for the reception how about we go with a pastel colour scheme pinks blues and lilacs maybe what would you like for food maybe steak and chicken but what if people are vegetarian or vegan catering companies must have different options you would think right"

Eventually his words stopped registering in my brain as I gazed upon this beautiful creature sitting atop my prone form, silhouetted by the morning light sneaking into our bedroom past the curtains. I knew I had made the right choice in making him my fiancé and future boywife, but right now, my mind was on something other than wedding talk. Pulling myself up onto my elbows I interrupted my partner with merely a look and a hand softly placed on his cheek.

"Sorry, am I ranting?" He asked a little shyly as he realised he hadn't stopped for a breath in a long time, that signature cute pink blush forming on his cheeks that made him look even more adorable than usual.

"You are ranting baby, but that's okay, I just really need you to shut up and kiss me right now. We still need to properly celebrate our engagement," I added with a naughty wink.

A happy smile spread across Ashley's face, his eyes sparkling as he tucked his beautiful blonde hair behind his ear. He had been growing it out for years now and it was almost down to his lower back, creeping further and further downwards with the passage of time. Many of our female friends complimented him on his luscious locks, expressing their jealousy and wondering why they hadn't been blessed like he had.

"Yes Daddy, we do need to celebrate," he whispered with a devious glint in his eye as he softly bit his lower lip with excitement. As he leaned down to press his soft lips to mine his hair fell around us, trapping our love and keeping it all for ourselves as we slowly made out, hands exploring each other's naked torsos. The fresh early morning air coming into the room via an open window made the curtains softly billow, causing shadows to dance across the walls, making everything feel somewhat magical even in such a mundane, everyday setting as a bedroom.

It didn't take long for my cock to stiffen under my lover's petite frame and Ashley smiled against my kisses as he felt my member pressing against him. Without even needing to end our liplock he seamlessly pulled down my pajama bottoms, exposing my throbbing prick so he could feel it pressing against his perky little arse, the heat radiating from it spreading out through his body and making his own sexual organ start to swell.

He pulled away from my lips reluctantly, both our eyes opening so we could stare deep into each other's souls. "Lube daddy?" He asked softly, waiting for permission. I just smiled back at him, reaching over to our bedside table to open the drawer and pull out the small plastic bottle inside. I passed it to him and he giggled with excitement, hopping off my crotch and sitting beside me, pulling off the cap and tipping out some of the cool, clear gel onto the head of my cock. The sensation sent shivers running through my body as my hairs stood up on end, the sensation quickly replaced with pleasure as Ash used his soft hands to spread it along my length. I was already nicely slick, but he was clearly enjoying watching my face as he stroked me sensually and I certainly wasn't going to complain. Nevermind a kiss with your eggs in the morning, this was the best way to wake up, with a femboys hand wrapped around your dick.

After a minute or so Ash had clearly decided he'd teased me enough, rubbing a glob of lubricant onto his puckered little hole before taking my hand so he could balance himself over my cock, which was standing hard and strong, throbbing with need as I waited for the moment I would be inside my beloved once again. He slowly lowered himself downwards, skewering himself on my hardness as he moaned and groaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure that he had become addicted to ever since that first fateful night in our university flat so many years ago.

My hands cupped his hips, gently squeezing his peachy bottom and holding his waist to help him stay balanced as he bounced up and down on my pole as his eyes bored into me. It was incredible that even after years together, I still felt the same electricity as my fingers caressed his flesh, the same thrill at being able to be intimate with the human being I adored more than anyone else. I'd heard stories of couples getting bored in the bedroom and having to spice things up, but based on our sex life thus far, I doubt that it will ever be a problem for me and Ashley. The way he makes me feel when we are alone, stripped bare not just physically, but emotionally too is one of many reasons that I know he's the only man I could spend the rest of my life with. The fact he was an incredibly cute femboy and my best friend to boot just sweetened the deal further.

My sweet boy gently rode me for the next twenty minutes, his hands on my muscular chest, staring down at me as we whispered sweet words of love to each other. He knew all my signs by now, slowing the pace down whenever he felt that either of us were approaching climax. As much as we both wanted to feel that sweet release, being locked in this perfect moment together was something we wanted even more. I hoped this would never end, that we could stay together like this in perfect bliss, but of course that wasn't to be and as I felt Ashley's thighs starting to shake atop me, I knew it was time. He looked down at me, eyes pleading, waiting for permission. I made him wait for a few seconds as he continued to bounce, his hard little cock jiggling with each completed journey along my member until finally I nodded.

Ashley smiled wide, leaning down to press his chest and lips to mine, tongue probing into my mouth as I felt him quiver and shake, his pretty little moans reverberating against me. His cute cock was sandwiched between us and I felt the spurts of his love coating my skin as he exploded, its warmth spreading out through me and making my skin tingle. My own orgasm was approaching fast, but I wanted to make sure he was taken care of before my own needs were met.

His hips stopped moving, breathing deeply with my cock still buried to the hilt inside him as he savoured the moment, head on my chest as I gently stroked his hair soothingly. My cock was twitching and throbbing inside him, but just being connected to him like this, feeling his internal muscles massaging me was enough to keep my endorphins flowing as I waited for him to calm down and take my cock once again.

Once he had recovered Ashley pushed himself up with his arms so his face was a few inches above mine, sweat on his brow, cheeks red from the exertion, hair messy and sticking to the side of his face. God he looked beautiful. As he looked down at me a wicked smile danced across his lips and as he started to grind his hips against me, he leant down to whisper in my ear. "Put a baby in me Daddy. Please?"

The last word was so desperate and soft, pleading, almost begging. It drove me insane. He knew exactly what he was doing as I felt the fire within me almost explode like a can of petrol had been thrown onto it. He yelped as I grabbed his hips and turned him over, positioning him how I wanted him on the bed, my large frame atop him, his legs wrapped around my waist. I gave him a second to adjust before I started to fuck him with long, deep strokes that rubbed against his prostate and pushed deep, deep inside him.

I wouldn't need long to finish and Ashley smiled up at me as I used his tight little hole just like I would for the rest of our lives together. He was clearly in a wicked mood this morning as he talked dirty to me, hitting all my favourite phrases as he did his best to milk me dry.

"That's it Daddy, use your little Femboys hole!"

"Make me pregnant Daddy!"

"I'm such a slut for you Bruce!"

"Fill me up with your cum!"

"Breed me!"

"Please..., please..., please...," he finally ended up repeating over and over, begging to be filled with my hot spunk.

My entire body tensed, balls resting against his arse, cock buried to the hilt as I virtually growled with pleasure, eyes rolling back into my head as I moaned gutturally. Ashley pulled me to him, covering me in kisses as I came, prick expanding, balls contracting as I shot my hot cum deep inside him, painting his insides with my love. Of course it wasn't physically possible, but at that moment I wished I could make him pregnant, put a baby in his belly and watch it slowly grow. The idea of seeing him embrace the idea of motherhood, seeing him glow in the way that only those with child can only made my climax even more intense. I shook and shivered against the boy I loved as he held me close, whispering reassuringly in my ear, the sensation of his lips brushing against my skin giving me goosebumps.

We stayed cuddled in bed for a while afterwards, just talking and laughing together as we enjoyed our last hours in the flat that had been our home for the past three years. Now that Ashley's most base desires had been satiated he was a little calmer when we talked about the wedding, but his enthusiasm still shone through. I reassured him that I was just as excited as he was, but it would be a good idea for us to wait until we had got the rest of our lives in order before we started planning properly. I could tell a little part of him was sad about it, but he ultimately agreed before we finally got ourselves out of bed to get ready for Mum and Dad's impending arrival and our journey home.

It seemed like Mum was just as excited about the wedding as Ashley was as the two of them sat in the back of the car chatting away about flower arrangements, outfits and all sorts of other bridal nonsense. Myself and Dad kept to ourselves, talking about his work, my future job prospects and football until we finally pulled up on the driveway of our family home. It had been a long couple of days for all of us and so we agreed we would unpack properly in the morning, just bringing in our backpacks filled with essentials so we could get settled in and have something to eat.

Mum rustled us up some dinner, some tasty chicken fajitas with all the necessary accoutrements so that we could all assemble our wraps and eat together around the dining room table. Mum and Ashley were still talking about the wedding, although now the subject had moved on to our future honeymoon rather than the big day itself. "Me and Neil went to Jamaica," Mum was explaining, "it was so beautiful and hot. Two weeks of sun, sea, sand and cocktails," she said with a wistful sigh as she cast her mind back.

"You're forgetting about a pretty major component honey," Dad commented with a cheeky smile on his face before taking a big bite of his wrap, a little bit of salsa left above his top lip as he looked at Mum teasingly.

"Neil, you're awful!" she replied, reaching across the table to slap his hand, although she couldn't resist letting out a girlish giggle as she presumably thought back to lovemaking in a foreign land with her new husband.

"Oh, come on!" Neil replied once he had swallowed his food, "we're all adults here and we're going to be living under the same roof as two couples for a little while. We don't need to pretend like sex doesn't exist!" he reasoned. "Besides, if it wasn't for that holiday, this little tyke wouldn't be here would he?" he asked as he reached over to tussle my hair like I was still a toddler, rather than a fully grown man with a fiancé and a degree.

"Dad!" I protested half-heartedly as Ashley smiled at me from across the table, amused at my dads antics and my obvious discomfort with the topic of conversation.

"Anyway, enough of your silliness Neil, don't you think it's time to give the boys their surprise?" Mum asked mysteriously as she gave him a knowing look.

Dad looked at her with a confused expression, eyebrow raised quizzically before a look of realisation dawned on his face. "Oh yeah, of course," he said as he rose from the table, wiping his mouth and hands with a napkin before heading out of the room.

"He'll be right back boys," Mum said reassuringly as myself and Ash looked at each other, wondering what our parents had up their sleeves as we heard dad's footsteps climbing the stairs. It didn't take him long to return but it didn't seem like he had brought anything with him, confusing me further. Dad sat back down at the table and reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a small, slightly tatty looking envelope, presumably weathered after being stuffed into various pockets and such over the past few weeks. He reached over the table to hand it to me and I took it cautiously, unsure of what kind of surprise would be waiting within.

"Can I open it now?" I asked, looking to my parents for the go ahead as my brain raced with possibilities.

"Yes baby, you can open it," Mum said softly. She reached out to squeeze my hand and I could already see her holding back tears, confusing me further. I opened the envelope carefully, reaching inside to find a small folded up piece of paper. As I opened it and saw what was on the paper my jaw dropped, totally speechless, mouth dry. I couldn't believe what I was looking at as Ash looked around the table in anticipation, the only one of us with no clue what was going on, but thankfully Mum started to explain, meaning I didn't have to try and find the words myself.

"So boys, let me explain," she started, inhaling deeply before continuing, "Once our little Bruce was born we decided that we should start putting some money away for him, for his future, you know? Twenty pounds here and there, sometimes more when we had money spare, with the intention that we could give it to you when you were old enough as sort of a "life fund." We were going to give it to you when you went to University, but it didn't seem like you would need it to be comfortable and so we thought we would hold onto it for you. Me and your Dad both talked about it and we decided that we'd give it to you now!"

"Yeah," Dad jumped in, "we thought you could use it for a deposit for a flat, to put towards the wedding costs, for a holiday, or whatever you like really!"

Despite them talking and time passing, I still couldn't quite believe what was happening. My knuckles had turned white and I was shaking slightly as a tear welled up in my eye and rolled down my cheek. Ash too looked emotional, but he didn't yet realize quite how much Mum and Dad had done for us. "Baby, are you okay?" he asked, reaching out to place his hand on mine to comfort me.

"Y... y... yeah," I managed to mumble, still rocked to my core by my parents' kindness, realizing I didn't have any more words and that all I could do was show him the cheque that would secure our future. As soon as he made out the number written on it he almost passed out with shock as he gripped onto me for support, staring into my eyes as we both tried to process what was happening. There were so many zeroes scrawled out in blue biro ink that I had initially had to triple check I was reading it right and I still wasn't sure if I was even awake or if this was just a dream. Written on that small piece of paper, signed by both Mum and Dad were the words 'fifteen thousand pounds.'

The tears were falling now, myself, Ashley and Mum all feeling incredibly emotional at this sweet gesture and what it meant for the two of us and our future together. I hadn't wanted to tell Ash, but I had been worried about how we were going to afford everything with no jobs and having to find somewhere to live. It felt like a great weight had been lifted and Mum stood up to come and give myself and Ashley a big cuddle as we both thanked her and Dad profusely for their generosity. Eventually our cheeks were dried and all our thanks were spoken so we went back to eating our meals together, an indescribably positive energy in the air as we all smiled and talked together. It was yet another reminder for us of just how lucky we both are to have such amazing parents in our lives supporting us, especially when so many others, Ashley included, didn't always have that privilege.

Once we had settled into the new flat we started planning for the wedding in earnest. First we needed a venue and Dowdales hall was the only choice as far as Ash was concerned. We were fortunate to find a free Saturday that gave us around a year to prepare, going for a tour of the grounds and the grand building itself before signing on the dotted line to book it for our big day. Our parents and the wedding planner Ashley had found insisted this was plenty of time to get everything in place, but I was still nervous and overwhelmed about everything that needed to be arranged in what felt like such a short amount of time. Three hundred and sixty five days, that couldn't be long enough, surely?

The next few months were a whirlwind of wedding fairs, food tastings, invite sending and hunting for a suitable band for the reception on top of what felt like a million other things that needed to be arranged. Ash really came into his own as we did our best to navigate everything that was required and I was honestly impressed by him and his drive. He knew exactly what he wanted and while he always made sure to check with me that I was okay with the choices he made, I was pretty much happy to go along with what he wanted, other than a couple of specific requests I had. One night while we were cuddled up in bed he confessed to me that he had been planning our wedding since the first night we were intimate. At first it had just been a nice idea, something that made him smile, imagining a future with me, but as time had stretched on and our relationship went from strength to strength it had become all the more real to him.

"I've had my wedding dress picked out for a couple of years," he admitted. "I didn't know whether I would actually have the confidence to wear it in front of everyone, but I hoped that I would by the time we got around to saying our vows, y'know?"

"I understand baby," I replied, thinking back on when he wouldn't even leave the flat in anything feminine, let alone wearing a wedding dress in front of all of our family and friends. "Can I see it?" I asked, prompting Ash to slap me gently on my bare chest with an outraged look on his face.

"Of course not silly! It's bad luck to see the Bride's dress before the big day! You don't want some disaster to befall us do you?" He asked jokingly as his finger traced along the outline of my lips as he stared into my eyes.

"Oh, I definitely wouldn't want that!" I replied, "what if the ceiling collapses, or nuclear war breaks out, or there's a zombie outbreak?"

"Oh Bruce, you're so silly!" Ash replied, rolling his eyes in an over exaggerated manner to make it clear he wasn't genuinely upset.

"Too silly to marry me?" I asked disingenuously, jutting out my bottom lip and acting like I was about to burst into tears at any moment.

"No baby! Of course not!" Ash replied insistently, "I love how silly you are! You always make me laugh so much," he explained, leaning down to kiss me as I wrapped him up in my arms and held him tight.

"Well that's alright then," I replied with a chuckle before smothering his face in kisses as we giggled together.

A couple of weeks later it was time to pick out our outfits for the wedding, Ash, Mum and Nancy going to pick out their dresses and myself, Tom and Dad visiting a small local tailor to get suited and booted. We had agreed to keep things relatively low key with just our closest family and friends invited to our big day and the wedding party too would be suitably modest. Nancy would be Ash' maid of honour and Tom would be my best man, with Mum and Dad being bridesmaid and groomsman respectively. Nancy and Tom had travelled up the day before, each staying in a hotel and we had all met up at our flat in the morning, sharing piping hot cups of tea and coffee, chatting excitedly before climbing into our two separate cars to head out for the day.

I didn't want anything too fancy for the wedding, just a well presented black suit with light pink tie, shirt and handkerchief to match the colours Ashley had picked out along with the cufflinks Dad had passed down to me for the proposal. Dad and Tom would be dressed the same as me, so it was just a matter of getting all measured up and picking the exact colours and cuts we wanted. Fortunately they had the pieces we wanted in stock and so the elderly, gray haired gentleman that owned the small shop told us that they would just need adjusting and would be ready in a couple of weeks for us to come back for a final fitting to make sure that everything was perfect. We were all happy with how smart we looked in our suits, Dad even commenting that he looked better now than he did at his own wedding, drawing a laugh from me and Tom, the shop owner even joining in with a wry chuckle of my own. As I was paying the deposit for the suits at the till my phone rang and I pulled it out of my pocket to see that it was Ashley calling, quickly accepting and pressing the handset to my ear.

"Hey baby, how's the dress shopping going?" I asked as I put my card in the reader and punched in my pin.

"Incredible!" Ash replied excitedly, "I found THE exact dress I wanted and it fits me SOOOO well, it barely even needs altering! You're going to love it when you see it!"

"Well of course I am, because you're going to be in it!" I replied smoothly, drawing an approving look from the tailor, apparently appreciative of my flirting prowess. The other end of the line went quiet and I could picture Ash in my mind's eye, blushing and getting all flustered like he always did when I complimented him even after three years together.

"I'm so lucky to have you," he said quietly once he had recovered, sincerity dripping from every word before managing to compose himself a little. "Are you boys nearly done?"

"Yeah, I'm just paying now actually so I guess I'll see you at home?" I asked as the owner gave me a thumbs up to show the card payment had gone through before tearing off the receipt and handing it to me.

"Well, I'm actually only around the corner. Nancy offered to give Pippa a lift home as she was feeling tired and I was thinking I could maybe come and see you in your suit? Make sure it fits the colour scheme and everything, you know?" he asked. I smiled to myself knowingly. I'd suspected this might happen, Ash loved it when I dressed up, especially if it was in a suit and he surely wasn't going to miss an opportunity to see me in all my finery. He probably couldn't wait until the big day to see it and it wouldn't do any harm, but I couldn't miss the opportunity to tease him a little.

"Wait, so I'm not allowed to see your dress but you're allowed to see my suit?" I asked, "seems a bit hypocritical, don't you think?"

"Awww, please Bruce, I really want to see it!" Ashley replied pleadingly.

"Well, you know what you have to do baby."

"Really? I'm in public, anyone could hear me!"

"Then I guess you don't want to see it that badly!" I responded, knowing that I had the upper hand. There was a rustling at the other end of the phone, presumably caused by Ashley looking around him to see who was in earshot.

"Please can I come and see you in your suit..., Daddy?" he asked, the last word shaky and anxious as our sex life bled out into the real world. I had stepped outside the shop by this point to get some fresh air and as the small tailors shop was in a side street there was basically no-one around to hear my side of the conversation.

"That's a good boy," I replied with a smile, "I'll head back into the changing room and get dressed for you. I guess I'll see you in a few minutes?"

"Yes, I'll see you soon baby!" Ash replied, a little bit of embarrassment still evident in his voice before he ended the call, but I could tell he was happy that he was going to see me all dressed up for him. It was only fair after all the outfits he'd slipped into for me over the years, although his naughty nurse outfit would probably draw some strange looks in the high street, which couldn't be said for my suit.

Heading back inside, I told Dad and Tom that Ash was heading over. We had been planning to go to the pub for a drink and to watch the game, so I told them to go on ahead and that I would meet them there once myself and Ashley were done. I checked with the store owner if he minded me trying on the suit again to show my partner and he was more than happy to oblige, giving me the garments so I could head into the changing room to get dressed. As I was busying myself with ensuring my tie was straight in the mirror I heard the bell above the shop's door ring and my beloved's voice wafting through the air.

"Hello, I'm Ash, Bruce's partner," I heard him explain to the shopkeeper.

"Ah, lovely to meet you!" The owner replied warmly, "He's just in the changing room through there if you want to go and see him, I can assure you that he looks very, very handsome!"

"I'm sure he does, thank you so much," Ash replied as I listened to his footsteps approaching the changing room door. I quickly checked my reflection to make sure I looked immaculate, removing the latch from the door and standing up straight, chest puffed out so I would look as good as possible. Ash knocked on the door and I told him to come in, butterflies dancing in my stomach as I waited for him to see me. He stepped inside and the second he laid his eyes on me his jaw dropped, hands raised to cover his mouth as his eyes widened. "Baby...," he whispered breathlessly, a tear in his eye, "you look incredible!"

"Thank you sweetie," I replied, stepping forwards to take his hands in mine and lean down to kiss him sweetly. "So it matches the colour scheme?" I asked cheekily, giving him a little wink as I did so.

"It's perfect," Ash replied as he continued to look me up and down slowly, taking in every element of the perfectly assembled outfit. When his eyes finally met mine again I noticed a hunger hiding behind them that he was trying his best to conceal.

"Are you alright?" I asked as I gently stroked his cheek, already having a good idea of what his answer was going to be.

"Yeah," he said bashfully, "just, seeing you like this..., you look really sexy," he admitted. It had been a few days since we had been able to be intimate as we had both been so busy with work and wedding planning and in a flash, an idea crossed my mind. A naughty idea.

I took a moment to appreciate my partner, much like he had done to me, eyeing him up and down slowly, like a wolf studying its pray, making him visibly wilt under my gaze. He was dressed comfortably in some light gray shorts and a crop top showing off his cute little tummy and I could already see a small bulge forming at his crotch as I continued to ogle him. I tucked my fingers into his waistband, pulling down his shorts to reveal his pink satin panties which were barely hiding his little throbbing prick behind the thin fabric that I had chosen for him to wear that very morning.

"What are you doing Daddy?" he asked, eyes widening as he watched me get down onto my knees although not doing anything to stop me.

"Taking care of my future bride," I explained in a low pitched voice which almost verged on a growl, the need inside me already burning strongly and threatening to ignite everything around us.

"But what if he hears?" Ash asked, turning his head to gesture in the direction of the shop's owner who could be heard walking around the shop, keeping himself busy while he waited for his customers to emerge from the changing room. His concerns quickly melted away once my fingers started rubbing against his member through the thin layer of fabric, instead replaced by soft coos and moans of approval.

"He won't hear if you can keep quiet," I replied firmly, "can you do that for me Ashley?" I looked up at him with a serious look on my face, lips hovering inches away from his hardness, teasing, tantalising. I could see the conflict written on his face, his horniness and desire not to get caught battling it out inside his head. Based on the size of the shop, the owner would be at most, thirty feet away from us, with only a wooden door between us and the kindly older man. I decided to press my advantage, using my tongue to drag along the fabric of his underwear, teasing his shaft while not giving him the full sensation he so desired and finally he relented, pulling his panties to the side and allowing his three and a half inches of love to slip free. I smiled up at him, happy that I'd got my way as I gently stroked him between two of my fingers to make sure he was fully erect and ready for me. Ash had slumped back against the door behind him, knees bent so he could stay upright and from our position the mirror was directly opposite him, allowing him to watch himself being pleasured with me on my knees in front of him. It wasn't like I had planned this out, but I couldn't deny that it had worked out perfectly.

He was already leaking precum and I had to quickly lap it up with my hungry tongue to stop it dripping onto the carpet below, not wanting to leave behind any evidence of our naughty antics. He shuddered as the tip of my tongue met his head for the first time, clamping his eyes shut and biting his lip to stop himself from moaning. This was going to be fun.

I swirled my tongue around his tip slowly, almost agonizingly so, watching his knees shaking as pleasure rushed through his body, his shaft grasped between two of my fingers ensuring he had no way to escape, not that he would want to anyway. He had told me that growing up he'd always been self conscious about his size, but over our time together he'd gotten more confident and even enjoyed the size difference between us, getting off on it. One time I had even watched him jerk off while talking dirty to him, commenting on how small his cock was and that he could have never satisfied a woman even if he wanted to. I had never seen him cum so hard without me touching him. It had been so hot I'd ended up masturbating too, blowing a load over his deflated prick and covering it in cum as he moaned and thanked me repeatedly before rubbing my jizz into his skin.

Despite wanting to not get caught, after recalling this memory I couldn't resist turning him on more and so I whispered softly to him as I slowly stroked him and teased his tip. "You like when Daddy plays with your little girl cock?" I asked, instantly making him tremble and nod his head enthusiastically, not wanting to talk in case we were overheard.

"You're such a dirty little femboy aren't you?" I asked before sucking his head into my mouth and quickly licking it before releasing him, "can you even resist emptying your tiny little balls and cumming for Daddy?"

"I can..., Daddy," he whispered back, eyes wide and desperate for more.

"Good boy" I whispered, making him bite his lip with lust as I took him back into my mouth, feeling him throb against my tongue as I smiled happily. It wasn't often that I went down on Ash, such being the dynamic of our relationship, but I'd learned to really love it over the past few years. His submissive nature meant that I got most of the attention in the bedroom, and that was the way Ash wanted it, but on the rare occasions when I would blow or take him inside me, it was always extra special. The fact I was fully clothed in a smart suit and he was virtually naked was also an unexpected turn on in addition to the fact we were doing this in a public place and at great risk of being caught at any moment.

My hands massaged his balls as I slowly slid my lips up and down his cock, making sure to tease him with each pass over his head and it didn't take long before he was having to fight the urge to moan loudly, right leg shaking violently as he fought back the urge to cum. He was doing everything he could to stay quiet, biting his lip and tongue, shoving his fingers in his mouth, but eventually he couldn't hold back anymore and a loud yelp of pleasure slipped between his lips. We both froze.

"Everything alright in there?" asked the shop owner after a few seconds, his voice so clear that he was obviously standing on the other side of the door. He was less than a foot away from us and both of us were terrified that we were about to be caught.

"Yes, we're fine thanks, I just caught myself in the zipper. No damage down though thankfully, other than being embarrassed!" I replied, thinking quickly to come up with an explanation for the strange noise my fiancé had made.

The old man chuckled from the other side of the door, "ah yes, you have to be careful," he said warmly, "I'll leave you two alone then, just let me know if you need anything." I thanked him before we both listened to him walking away, barely breathing until we were satisfied that we were in the clear.

"That was close" Ash whispered, equal parts fear and arousal on his face.

"You better be quiet from now on," I replied, reaching around to grab myself a big handful of his soft buttcheeks and making his eyes roll back into his head.

"Be quick Daddy, please," he begged and I was more than happy to oblige him.

Spreading apart his cheeks with my hands, a probing finger pressed against his hole as I simultaneously took him back into my hungry mouth. As I pushed inside him he almost collapsed onto the floor, legs wobbling as I used his cute little body as I saw fit. He had to clamp a hand over his mouth as my finger probed deeper inside him, my face sinking all the way down on his cock, tongue swirling around it as I searched for the ultimate prize, a freshly milked load of femboy cum.

I knew that I couldn't afford to stain my suit as this would give away what we had been doing in the tailor's cramped little changing room and so I would have to swallow every last drop, but it was a challenge I was more than willing to take on. Ashleys body shook and trembled, his balls tensing as he shot his essence into my mouth, the sweet, salty taste making me moan with approval as I felt my mouth fill up. I did my best to gulp it down making sure not even a single rivulet of sperm made it past my lips. Ash was shaking like a leaf, his orgasm still rocking through him as I released him from the warmth of my mouth, wiping my lips with the back of my hand a satisfied grin, my job completed and my future boywife's mind suitably blown.

Ash cracked his eyes open, breathing heavy before slumping down onto the floor, legs folding under him as he sucked in air. He reached out to grasp my hands, looking deep into my eyes as he brought his breathing. "I love you so much Bruce, I can't wait to marry you," he said softly as we just sat there and smiled at each other before sharing a kiss and getting up so we could make ourselves presentable and leave, hopefully with the shopkeeper being left none the wiser about what had happened between them.

"BRUCE!"

The voice coming from inside the chalet snapped me out of my reminiscing violently, the cigarette clamped in between my fingers long since extinguished, only the butt remaining.

"Dude, come on, we need to be inside in twenty minutes and you're not even dressed yet!" He explained as he cracked open the front door while pulling on a shirt, himself only half dressed, hair freshly dampened from taking a shower.

"Sorry man, I'm coming." I said as I turned around to face him, pausing for a second. Thanks for keeping me on track, I'm glad I asked you to be my best man," I said warmly.

"You're welcome Bruce. I was honoured to be asked. Now get your arse inside before we're late and Ash tells me off!" he said with a chuckle.

I just smiled and laughed with him, throwing away the cigarette butt and following Tom inside the pretty little chalet. It had been over three years since that first night in our university flat when I realised I was in love with my femboy best friend. Since then we had studied, lived and loved together, found jobs, a place to live and carved out our own special little family that loved us unconditionally. All the preparations were over, there was nothing else to be done except to get married to the love of my life. Here we go, wedding time.

Next time is the finalé of this story as Bruce and Ash get married, but will it go off without a hitch?

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