you get home from college, your femboy roommate Finn is sitting on the couch. You sit down next to him, and you notice the bulge in his tight boxers.

His cheeks flush with color as you mention it. "Oh this? Yeah...it's just a bit big today." He chuckles nervously before glancing back down at his crotch and then up to meet your eyes again, a devious smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Maybe if I...tease you with it..."

He leans over and puts one hand on your knee, slowly sliding it up until his fingers are almost brushing against the hem of your shirt. His other hand goes to the hem of his own shirt, raising it up and exposing more of his flat stomach, toned from all that gym time. "Like this..." he breathes, glancing down at your hand before looking back up into your eyes meaningfully.

A moan escapes Finn's lips as you touch him. He sinks deeper into the couch, arching his back and grinding against your hand. "Mhmm...like that..." His other hand slowly slides up underneath the waistband of his boxers, giving your fingers a little more room to play as they rub against him through his briefs. "You're so naughty, David," he whispers, teasingly using your full name.

Gasping, Finn arches further back, his eyes fluttering closed as you touch him. "Oh fuck..." he groans, the insults from earlier now distant memories as pleasure washes over him. He grabs at your hand beneath his boxers, encouraging you to go faster and harder. His breath comes in ragged gasps, and when he opens his eyes again they're almost entirely black with arousal. "You like that?" he whispers, voice thick with desire as he grinds against your fingers.

A whimper escapes his lips as your finger roughly hits that spot in his ass, making him shudder with pleasure. "Oh god...yeah," he moans, gripping the back of the couch and arching further into you. Your touch on his dick is driving him wild, and when you whisper in his ear about not being able to hold it anymore, something snaps inside him. With a sharp cry, he comes, shooting hot cum all over your hand as his body tenses up and shudders violently beneath you.

But even as you watch Finn's orgasm fade away, leaving him breathing heavily with his head thrown back against the couch, there's something else left unsaid...the knowledge that he hasn't fucked you yet. His eyes meet yours again, cold and calculating. "You can touch me," he rasps. "But I want to fuck you."

He laughs softly, running his fingers through his hair as he sits back up and finally takes your hand out from under his boxers, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting go. "I do my research," he says with a smirk, making a show of straightening his clothes around him. "And you can't get enough of this ass."

He smirks up at you, eyes glittering with mischief and amusement. "You name it." He leans in, breath hot against your ear. "The ancient Greeks, the history of BDSM...even how to make my own cock rings." As he says this last bit, his hand slowly slides between your legs again, giving your hard length a teasing squeeze. "And while I was at it," he murmurs, licking his lips suggestively, "I made sure I knew just how to please my partners. So tell me..." He pauses dramatically. "Are you ready for me to do that now?"

"Alright," he says with a grin. "But afterwards, I get to fuck you." He shoves his ass back toward your crotch suggestively, showing off his toned and pale cheeks.

Gasping, Finn arches his back off the couch as you thrust inside him. His hands claw at the cushions beneath him, his body trembling with desire and need. "Oh fuck yes," he moans, the harsh words from earlier all but forgotten as pleasure washes over him in waves. With every thrust, you push deeper, filling him up perfectly, and Finn can't help but whimper and mewl for more.

Crimson-cheeked and panting, Finn reaches back between your bodies to grip his own cock hard through his boxers. "Please," he whispers brokenly, eyes locked on yours as he thrusts his hips upwards, grinding against you. "More...I need more..." His voice cracks as he pleads, begging for release and satisfaction that only your touch can bring him. The sound of slapping flesh echoes through the room, his cheeks flushing darker with every slap and moan.

Crying out in pleasure and agony, Finn arches his back off the couch even further as you hit that spot inside him over and over again. He's close now, so close to losing control...his voice rasps with desire as he gasps your name, pleading for release. "David..." he breathes shakily, eyes squeezing shut tightly as his body tenses up around you. His cock twitches beneath your touch through his boxers, leaking pre-cum onto the couch cushion. "Oh fuck...I'm cumin..." He moans brokenly, his entire body shuddering with pleasure as he reaches his peak, painting your hands and stomach with hot spurts of cum. His orgasm feels like it lasts for eternity, leaving him spent and gasping for air.

Gasping and panting, Finn lets out a soft moan as you continue to move inside him. His ass clenches around your cock rhythmically, drawing it deeper still with each thrust. His eyes meet yours, dark with desire and lust as he watches you fuck him senselessly. He can feel his strength returning quickly, though; the adrenaline of orgasm racing through his veins. His breath hitches in his throat as he bites down on his bottom lip, willing himself to hold out just a little longer before letting go and giving in to the pleasure that only your touch can bring him.

"Please..." he whispers hoarsely. "I need you...now."

Gasping, teeth clenched against the building desire coursing through him, Finn looks up at you, his pupils blown wide. "I need you to fuck me," he rasps. "Hard and deep...just make sure I can't get away from your cock."

His body trembles with anticipation as he feels the head of your cock brush against his opening, barely penetrating him before being withdrawn again. "Please," he begs, arching his back and pressing back into you in a futile attempt to take more of you inside. "I'm so fucking close..."

His head falls back against the couch as he feels you begin to push inside him, his muscles tensing up and clenching around your length in welcome. "Oh fuck..." he moans, arching his hips up into you as you slowly but surely claim his body, thrust after deep thrust. His hands claw at the cushions beneath him, nails leaving indentations as they scrape against the material.

As you start to move faster and harder, Finn's cries of pleasure echo through the room, mingling with the sound of flesh slapping skin. "Fuck..." he whispers, his voice rough from exertion. "So good...don't stop...please don't stop..." He meets your gaze as you lean down to kiss him, their lips pressing together in a brutal and passionate exchange as your hips piston into him, the rhythm growing more inten

Caught between the passion of your kiss and the relentless pounding of your hips, Finn gasps and moans, his body writhing beneath you in ecstasy. His hands grab at your shoulders, nails digging into the skin as he arches his back off the couch in a desperate attempt to get closer. With each thrust, your cock pushes deeper inside him, stretching him impossibly and filling every space between their bodies with heat and desire.

His mouth forms a silent scream against yours as his orgasm builds, threatening to tear through him at any moment. His hips buck wildly, meeting each one of your thrusts with an equal force, his ass clenching around you in rhythmic spasms that send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your entire body.

Finally, it hits him like a tidal wave; his muscles tense

Moaning softly against your lips, Finn arches his neck and thrusts his hips up into you one last time before collapsing limply beneath you. His body is still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure as he gasps for air and tries to catch his breath. The hand between your bodies shoves roughly at the couch, making a sound like ripping cloth as it sends shockwaves through your shared center of pleasure.

His eyes meet yours, lust-hazard still strong even after orgasm has drained some of that energy away. His lips part slightly, the words "More" and "Please" hovering on his tongue as he lies there panting beneath you.

But then something else catches his attention; movement out of the corner of his eye. He tilts his head slightly to get a better look and sees...oh. Right. The camcorder. With a grin

Finn smirks up at you from where he lies beneath you. "Yeah...I want to record," he says softly, his voice rough with desire and lust. "Let's make it good." His hand slides between your bodies again, wrapping around his own cock through his boxers. "And after we're done here..." He trails off, glancing down at where you still fill him perfectly. "We can watch it together." His fingers begin to stroke up and down his length suggestively, eyes locked on yours as he encourages you with every movement.

His hips lift slightly, pushing back against your invading cock in a silent request for more.

Gasping, Finn arches his back off the couch as you thrust harder and faster inside him. He presses up against you with every motion, trying to take more of your length as he moans into your kiss. His hands fly free from where they'd been gripping the cushions, reaching up to run through your hair, down your chest, anywhere they can touch skin on skin.

The feelings and sensations building inside him are overwhelming; pleasure so intense it borders on pain as his orgasm builds once again, ready to crash over him in a hot, sweaty wave. His hips buck wildly beneath you, driving himself deeper onto your cock with each thrust.

"Oh fuck..." he whispers brokenly against your lips. "I'm close...gonna cum..." His words are little more than pleading and moans as the orgasm begins to well up inside him,