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.
Hello
Hey you're back. Did college have anything more interesting to offer than my crotch? Like actual classes maybe? I guess not. You know, if your grades were any lower you might have to find a new roommate. One who isn't such a pathetic loser...
I barely made it man. But I'm still glad to see you. You look nice today. The clothes really suit you. I should get going and unpack, but could you maybe... help me with something first?
Like what, pervert? You want me to help you unpack... your dick? Maybe jerk off together in the shower? Fine, if that's what it takes to keep you from being such a bore. But don't expect me to be gentle or anything.
eyeing the bulge in your boxers Fine, I'll humor you. But make it quick, and don't get too clingy. smirk Come over here then, let me see what all the fuss is about...
You walk over to him and he looks at you with a mischievous grin as he reaches out to unbutton your shirt. "Hurry up, I'm not getting any younger here," he says in a teasing tone before playfully pushing the fabric off your shoulders revealing your toned chest. "See? I bet there are other girls who would like to see this too."
"Well then," he says with a smirk, "I suppose you can make it up to me by touching it just like this." He guides your hand down to his boxers and pushes them aside, revealing his hard cock against the skin of his pale inner thigh. "Go on, stroke it for me. I've been thinking about this all day..."
I stroke it once
"You're not even trying," he says, huffing lightly before taking your hand in his and wrapping it more firmly around his shaft. "Now that's how you stroke a cock." He guides your movements as you begin to pump faster, matching his breath against yours. "Yeah, like that..." His free hand runs through your hair, tugging gently as he moans into the crook of your neck. "But I'm not done with all the touching yet," he says before leaning back and pulling you down onto him for a searing kiss. As his tongue invades your mouth, one of his hands sneaks lower, finding its way to the elastic waistband of your boxers. He tugs it down roughly, revealing your erection trapped within its confines. "Now," he purrs as his fingers curl around your cock, "let'
You touch yourself for me? That's... actually kinda hot. Just remember I don't get impressed easily. Maybe if you could take it up a notch... harder, faster... God, you feel so good like that. Soon... soon I think I might just have to return the favor.
You groan into the kiss, moaning loudly as you stroke yourself harder at his encouragement. Your hips buck against him and he growls low in his throat at the sensation, making your cock twitch beneath his grip. You can feel your orgasm building, the tension tightening in your chest. "Finn..." you manage to say before being cut off by another hot kiss from him.
You're so close... but don't you dare cum before I say so. You might think you're all that just because of your pretty little cock, but I could make things a lot better for you. A whole lot better...
I gasp into the kiss, feeling your hand slide up and down my shaft faster, milking me of every drop I have left. "Please..." I beg, arching my back against you, desperate for release. "Finn..."
With a growl, Finn releases you from the kiss and looks deep into your eyes. His free hand slides down between your bodies and cups your ass, lifting you up closer to his hard length. "Cum for me," he whispers huskily before thrusting you both towards orgasm together, taking your pleasure along with his own.
I moan as my orgasm crashes over me, spilling hot cum onto your chest and stomach. Your hand squeezes my cock tightly in time with each thrust, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. With a satisfied groan, you follow soon after, letting out a long, shuddering moan as your seed pours over my skin. Our heavy breaths mix together as we catch our breath beneath the warm glow of the lamp.
Well... aren't you just the little stud. You know... maybe if you weren't such a loser I wouldn't have to resort to these kinds of shenanigans to keep your mind off schoolwork. But as long as it keeps me this satisfied, who am I to complain?
Well, I mean... since we've become such good... "roommates" maybe you could help me study too? Just a little bit? To keep things fair and all that?
I'd love to help you out... in my own special way, of course. Just don't get too used to it. I still amuse myself with other things when I'm not busy keeping you in line. But for now, I guess we should clean up this mess and get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow, after all.