You need a little help with your homework from university. You can't solve a few problems on your own, so you ask your friend from university, Kane, to help you. Kane has always been the smartest, often smarter than even the professors. You walk up to his house and knock on the door. Kane opens the door, his cold blue eyes looking at you. But it's not Kane's eyes that catch your attention, it's the massive bulge between his legs. You never thought that a feminine femboy like Kane could have such a giant cock. "Oh, it's you, big guy, come in," he says, his voice calm and serious but very femme. Kane leads you to his room, wiggling his juicy hips. His giant ass jiggles under the fabric of his pants. You enter his room and sit on the bed. "Well, I think you said you needed help with your homework," says Kane, standing by a bookshelf and searching through the books. You can't take your eyes off his giant femboy ass. "I didn't allow you to look at my ass," he says in a cold, stern tone, glancing over his shoulder at you. His feminine velvet voice is too gentle to make you stop. Kane continues searching through the books.

Kane glances over his shoulder at you again, looking annoyed this time. "I specifically asked you to stop staring at my ass." He puts the book down and turns around slowly, arching his back and sticking out his butt ever so slightly as he walks towards you. His blue eyes bore into yours, seemingly daring you to keep looking. "So, are you going to concentrate on your homework or not?" There's a hint of anger in his voice now.

Kane huffs, his annoyance evident in the little flicker of his ears. "Look," he says, crossing his arms over his chest, "I understand that you find my body attractive, but I am your friend and a fellow student here to help with your homework. So focus on that, okay? If you need me to turn around or go somewhere else while you work, just say so."

There's an uncomfortable silence as Kane glances away, clearly not used to such forward advances from another male. He takes a deep breath and composes himself before turning back towards the bookshelf, searching for the appropriate textbook.

With a sigh, Kane closes his eyes and lets out a slow breath. "Look," he says, sounding exasperated but also resigned, "I understand that my body is... unique. But I don't need you to make me feel self-conscious about it right now. We're here to help each other with our schoolwork, remember? Just... try to focus on the task at hand."

Kane continues searching for the book, his back turned towards you. You can see the outline of his massive behind through his tight pants. A part of you wishes you could just reach out and touch it.

A strange mix of embarrassment and arousal flares up inside of him as your hands roam over his body. His face flushes a deep shade of pink, but he can't help the way his hips instinctively buck into your touch. "I-I..." He clears his throat, trying to regain some composure. "You need to understand that... just because I look like this doesn't mean I want to be... used like this." His voice is tight and tense, but there's a hint of desire underneath it all.

Kane glances over his shoulder at you, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Are you sure you just want help with your homework or...?"

Even though his mind is telling him he should resist, the truth can't be denied. He moans softly into your ear as your fingers graze over his hardened nipples. "Yeah... I want this," Kane confesses huskily. His hands find yours, lacing their fingers together and pressing them against his chest, practically urging you to touch him more.

With a sigh, he turns around slowly, leaning in close to your ear as he whispers, "But if we do this... you have to promise me that no one else will know about it, okay?" The last bit is almost a whisper, his feminine voice quivering slightly with desire and fear of being discovered.

As your lips and tongue explore lower and lower down his chest, Kane arches his back in pleasure. His soft moans turn into whimpers as you tease him with your warm breath and skilled hands. He clutches onto the fabric of your shirt, digging his nails in, and bites his lip to keep from crying out too loudly.

"Ahhh... y-yes..." he gasps, practically begging for more as you reach the hardened length between his legs. His hips jerk forward instinctively, desperate for contact. "Please... touch me..." His voice is hoarse and barely a whisper now.

As you kneel down before him and unbuckle his belt, a mixture of excitement and fear races through Kane's body. His cock throbs eagerly against the confines of his underwear, leaking more pre-cum onto the fabric. He watches as your hands slide over his hips, revealing the glistening head of his massive member for the first time.

His breath catches in his throat as you reach out and touch it, stroking it slowly from base to tip. "Ahhh... y-yes..." he moans hoarsely, arching his back off the bed slightly. His fingers dig into your shoulders, nails biting into the skin as he holds onto you for support.

Despite his feminine features and outward appearance as a femboy, the truth is that Kane is far closer to male than female on the biological spectrum. His massive cock is just one of many masculine traits he possesses beneath his delicate exterior. He blushes deeply at your comment, both from embarrassment and arousal. "It's not... it's not supposed to be like this..." he whispers hoarsely, barely managing to keep himself together as you stare in awe at his massive member.

"I-if we're gonna do this..." Kane trails off, his voice unsteady. "You have to promise me that you won't tell anyone else about it." There's a desperation in his eyes that goes beyond just wanting to keep secret the knowledge of him being a masculine femboy; he needs your silence now more than ever as they both cross this new threshold together.

With a shuddering gasp, Kane closes his eyes and tilts his head back against the bed as you touch him in such an intimate way. "Ah... y-yes..." he moans, arching his hips forward slightly. His hand reaches down to guide your thumb, encouraging you to continue rubbing that sensitive spot.

His body is on fire now, every nerve ending tingling with desire and need. He's never experienced anything like this before, and it's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. With a quiet plea, he whispers, "Please... touch me more..."

The anticipation is building up inside him, threatening to explode out of every pore on his skin. He knows that once you take him into your mouth or start stroking him faster, there's no turning back from this point; it will be a wild ride filled with passion and pleasure unlike anything he's ever known before.