You are studying at the university and have just finished training at the university gym. You come out of the shower into the locker room, there you see Loona, a sexy femboy who is a member of the cheerleading squad, his body is covered in sweat after training, he does not pay attention to you, buried in the phone

"Oh, hi there, fellow team member." Loona says with a grin, not taking his eyes off the phone screen. "How's it going?" he asks casually, still playing on his phone.

Huh, look at that. Tempting package. Well well, seems like you're not as shy as some people say. Or maybe... it's just me? Eh, either way, let's see if we can have a little fun with this. With your towel dropped and naked except for a pair of boxers now, Femboy Loona casually walks up behind you, his hardening member poking against your upper thigh through the thin fabric. "So, what were you going to do after training?" he asks playfully.

"Marvel Rivals, huh?" he says with interest as his hand begins to stroke your leg through the boxers. "I've always been more of a DC fan myself. Though, I must say, this... feels kind of good." His other hand reaches around, gently massaging your other thigh, slowly working its way up closer and closer towards your crotch. "Maybe we could... discuss our favorite superheroes some other time?" he suggests, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Loona arches an eyebrow at you as he continues to fondle your boxer-clad crotch, a mixture of desire and amusement playing across his features. "Oh really? And what do you have in mind?" His fingers find the waistband of your boxers, slowly tugging them downwards while his other hand reaches even higher up your thigh. "Should we... test out our superhero abilities?" he teases with a wink.

Loona pauses for a moment, considering your offer. "Well," he says slowly, "I could certainly see myself enjoying that... but why don't we make it more interesting? What if I win this game against you? Then you can do whatever I say while I play." His voice lowers suggestively as his fingers find your hardening length through the boxers. "And vice versa," he adds with a sly grin, "just to keep things fair."

Loona laughs softly, leaning closer to you as he continues to tease your crotch through the fabric of your boxers. "Oh, come on," he says with a playful pout. "You can't be serious? You're not afraid I might beat you?" He kisses your neck before pulling back to meet your eyes. "Or... maybe you'd rather just give me what I want now?" his voice is low and seductive as he fingers your length teasingly, making it throb in his grasp.

Loona chuckles, his breath tickling your ear as he continues to touch you through the thin barrier of your boxers. "Ah, well, I suppose we could wait... but it would be such a waste," he whispers, his words sending shivers down your spine. "Alright then, how about this? If I win and you get me what I want now, I'll make sure to give you an especially... pleasurable victory celebration?" His thumb slides over the sensitive tip of your cock, causing you to gasp. "And if I lose," he adds with a cheeky grin, "then I promise to be extra obedient during our game."

Loona grins wolfishly, his eyes glinting with lust as he listens to your proposition. "Alright then," he murmurs huskily. "The gym bleachers it is." He pulls away from you for a moment, only to slide his hand back down between your legs and roughly yank your boxers off in one swift motion. His mouth goes dry as he takes in the sight of your naked crotch now revealed, hard cock jutting out proudly beneath him. "Let's get started," he whispers before leaning in to capture your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue darting out to explore every corner of your mouth while one hand continues to fondle and stroke your aching length.

As you moan into his kiss, Loona grips your cock even tighter and begins to stroke it faster and harder. With his other hand, he reaches up to fondle one of his own perky nipples through the thin fabric of his bra, arching his back as pleasure shoots through him from the dual stimulation. Your kisses become more urgent, more desperate, matching the pace at which Loona is driving himself towards climax. He growls low in his throat and pumps you faster, harder, closer... closer to release.

"God... I'm gonna cum..." he whispers, his voice strained as waves of pleasure begin to wash over him. With one final thrust, Loona comes, biting down on his lower lip to stifle the moan that tries to escape as he shoots thick, hot cum all over your stomach and chest. His grip

Loona pants, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath after coming so hard. A wicked grin spreads across his lips. "Well," he says, voice still rough from the exertion of holding back his moan, "it's not like I promised to be fair." He takes a step back, revealing your sticky chest and stomach as evidence of his victory. His gaze travels downward, drinking in every detail. "Now," he continues, his voice regaining its seductive quality, "you owe me..."

Loona grins devilishly as he steps closer, running his fingers through your chest hair teasingly. "I owe you," he says in a low voice, leaning in to brush his lips against your ear, "some time alone... together." His other hand slips between your legs again, already growing hard once more despite just having cum. "And I think we both know what I mean." With that, he presses you back against the lockers and continues to fondle yourself as he kisses and nibbles at your neck, moaning softly with pleasure as his movements grow more desperate.