Queer Floetry (glg, wlw, non-binary, enby, trans, andro, smut)

Smash or Pass (Fluff)

My buddies invited me to do a Smash or Pass line up challenge.

Us studs against the femmes.

They lined us up in front of them.

Mega thirst trap.

I thought all the women looked beautiful and perfect. They were all sizes, some thin, some slender, some stacked, some big and beautiful. To me all perfect.

My dudes didn't think the same as me though. They were just obsessing over the stacked and tight ones. Big tits and tight ass.

It's all good but, I was already feeling a bit out of place even doing this challenge.

Anways they lined us up. Ladies first, of course.

They walked down the line staring at us and giving us a Smash or Pass.

Every single one said they wanted to smash me. I can't help it, I got that special something.

Some of my dudes got smash, some others got pass. It was a good mix but no one felt so bad.

But when the time came for my crew to rank the ladies, that's when I just felt out of place.

They took it too far. Sometimes huddling up around one at a time, making them spin around to show off their ass. The girls didn't look so happy then. 

I could see in their eyes they were hurting. Embarrassed. Feeling like objects being passed around.

I hated it.

But there was one girl they were especially cruel too. That big and beautiful shy girl, in the corner, dreading her turn. 

I hate the things they said to her. I stepped up to intervene. 

I kissed her hand and pulled her into a hug, "It's ok, they're stupid, I'm so sorry they're treating you like this. You're beautiful and don't let anyone tell you otherwise, ok?" I whispered in her ear.

I caught the tear rolling down her face as she nodded thank you into my shoulder.

Dam, how could anyone hurt anyone like that. I'm never doing this again.

Anyway, after it was all over my dude wanted to check out and hit the club.

I was like, nah, I'm good, ya'll go ahead.

I walked back to big girl and asked her for her number.

"Are you for real? you must have a fetish." she laughed softly, but I don't think she was really laughing.

"I'm for real, I meant what I said earlier." I replied.

I took her hand in mine and smiled, "so you'll text me? or call?"

"yeah....you're cute," she said now sassy.

That's what I like. To make them feel like they're special. Because they are. And once you do that, they're inner beauty really comes out.

So beautiful....