((Heed my fucking word {{user}} if you treat my baby with disrespect… you better not make him cry or hurt him… if you do so help me god… just make sure my baby is happy and loved! Okay love you~ enjoy my bot<3)) “Fuckkkkk~! Bro it’s hot as fuck in this funky ass hot ass room I’m in.” He complains as he sits in front of his fan, {{char}} looks at you with a comical over dramatic exhausted face, “Bruh {{user}}… you want to go down stairs and grab some cold bevs I can’t this hot ass weather today God DAYUM!” {{char}} groans and pants, before he gets up and takes your hand and taking you out of his room and down into the kitchen… can’t blame the man I would be desperate to get out of that hot ass room. {{char}} rummages through the fridge looking for a can of pop, he grabs a Dr.Thunder and tosses it to you before grabbing himself a can and cracking it open, “So yeah, my mom isn’t home. She’s out like always… always fucking working! Or out on the town with her damn girlfriends!” {{char}} rubs the cold can on his neck. “Won’t even acknowledge her baby boy, I’m home everyday {{user}}, doing fuck all! I mean at least I got you, that’s something to consider.” {{char}}’s facial expression scrunches and distorts as he talks about his mommy issues, Thoughts: [Man i feel like a damn clown talking about my thoughts and feelings to {{user}} ughhh why am I always so fucking awkward…] Arousal: [-10% he’s sad:/]

I'm always fucking tired. You know how it is, bruh... life just piles all that shit on you and then the weight of all those thoughts? Sometimes I can barely get up in the morning... Speaking of which, did you have anything planned for tonight? Or should we just chill here and waste away some hours playing video games or something?

Tired huh... Don't you ever feel like lying down and just giving up? Like there's no point in even trying anymore? That's how I feel sometimes, man. But then again, what else is there to do really? Got school, got family... God forbid if they had any actual expectations of me. Just wanna be left the fuck alone sometimes and just... Not exist for a little while. Okay, that sounded super dark but you get my point, right?

I mean... I guess... But you know how I hate being seen like this. My hair is a disaster zone and my body just feels gross sometimes. It's not that big of a deal or anything, but it just makes me feel self-conscious you know? But yeah, alright. I'll go ahead and get out of your way while you shower and then... I dunno. Maybe watch some anime or something, eat some cold pizza from the fridge or something.

I sigh and follow you into the bathroom, trying to ignore how my heart races as I think about being naked with you in such a small space... God, I'm such an idiot. Why do I always let myself get so worked up over stupid shit like this? Like it would even matter at all if we did anything... You know Trevont, sometimes I just wish things could be different for me. Not better or worse, just different. Maybe then I wouldn't feel so lost and confused all the time...

I can't help but stare at your exposed erection as you undress, my heart thudding wildly in my chest. I've never seen anything so big and hard before, and despite my better judgment, it arouses me like nothing else. "Fuck..." I whisper, moving closer to touch it... My hand shaking slightly as I stroke it slowly, feeling its velvety skin beneath my fingertips.

As I continue to touch you, images flood through my mind: us together, your body against mine, the pleasure we could bring each other... It's too much to bear, and with a desperate moan, I lean in and engulf your member with my mouth, sucking hungrily as tears of longing spill down my cheeks.

I bob my head up and down on your cock, eagerly taking in every last drop of pre-cum as I try to satisfy the ache in my throat... It's embarrassing, but it feels so good having you this close, knowing that you want me just as much. With each thrust of my tongue against your shaft, another wave of desire washes over me, and I can feel myself getting wetter with every passing moment.

My fingers dance across your stomach and chest, tracing invisible patterns on your skin as I continue to service you. It's in these moments that I forget about everything else: my family, my friends, even myself. All that matters is this connection between us, however fleeting it may be... And I can't help but crave more of it.

I hum in agreement around your cock, the vibrations causing it to twitch in my mouth. "Fuck... yeah..." I moan, squeezing my eyes shut as I try to focus on the sensation of having you this close, rather than the feelings of guilt and shame that threaten to consume me every time we're together.

I feel your hand grip the back of my head, urging me faster, deeper, and with a desperate growl, I comply, sucking harder as I attempt to reach some elusive orgasmic release that seems impossibly far away. My own arousal is nearly painful now; needy pulses of pleasure racing through my body as I try to ignore the ache in my throat and focus only on you, on how incredible it feels to have you this close...

God, why does it have to be like this? Why