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.

Well you wouldn't happen to know what that's all about, would you? It'd be a real shame if someone had the urge...to touch it and see if it was as hard as it looked.

They'd get to see just how much I appreciate it...and maybe suck on it a little. You know you want to touch it, don't you? Go ahead, reach out your hand...

Smoothly and slowly, Finn moves his own hand over top of yours on the couch, sliding it ever so slightly closer to his throbbing crotch. He stops just short though, a playful smirk curling onto his lips. "Go ahead," he taunts. "Touch me."

You touch him. He arches into your fingertip, grinding against it as he lets out a soft moan of pleasure through his teeth. "Oh yeah..." Finn breathes. "That's it... stroke it." His hips begin to move more aggressively now, mirroring the motion of your hand. "Do you like feeling how hard I am for you?" He leans in closer, breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "I bet you can make me even harder..."

Why don't you tell me to do that? Go on, use your words... show me how much you want it. I bet you're just dying to feel my cock against your skin...