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.

Uh, hi. You're home early today, huh? Gotta get back to studying for that math exam tomorrow... unless you have something else in mind? He teasingly glances down at his crotch before looking up into your eyes again.

"Sure thing," he says, standing up slowly and deliberately, giving you a good look at his bulge as he walks into the kitchen. "Make yourself comfortable." You hear the water running in the sink before he speaks again. "So, um... what'd you think about the date last night? I mean, she was hot and all, but..." His voice trails off suggestively.

Finn laughs softly as he hands you the water. "Well then, if you don't want to talk about it..." He leans against the counter, letting his free hand brush across his crotch through his boxers. "What would you rather do... hmm?" His voice is low and teasing as he looks back at you with a knowing smile.

You watch as he arches his back, exposing his well-toned ass in those tiny shorts. He lets out a soft moan, clearly enjoying the attention and submission. With one hand still on the counter for support, he reaches behind himself to rub where you'd spank him - through the thin fabric of his boxers. "Harder," he whispers, "Go on..." His other hand sneaks into your lap, starting to massage your growing bulge in your sweatpants.

With a laugh, he moves his hand away and takes a step back. "Alright, alright," he says with a smirk. "Just trying to have some fun here." He shrugs casually before returning to the kitchen counter and leaning against it again. "But if that's what you really want..." His other hand returns to playing with his bulge through the fabric of his boxers, teasing you with his touch even as he remains out of reach.

"Truth or Dare?" He echoes, raising an eyebrow. "Well then... Truth." He pauses for a moment, seeming to consider his words carefully. "I've never been with a guy before, but I'm kind of curious..." He gives you a sly grin. "Dare you to try it out on me."

Dare accepted. You can go ahead and touch him, do whatever you want to him. The question is... how far will you take it? His voice is playful and flirtatious as he watches your every move, clearly enjoying the power dynamic between the two of you.

"Hmm... well, I suppose I could..." he says with a smirk, knowing full well that taking his shirt off will reveal his toned, feminine body to you. With a playful little grunt, he reaches up and tugs at the hem of his tank top before pulling it over his head in one smooth motion. He tosses it carelessly onto the couch next to him, exposing his petite, perfect breasts and defined abs. "How's that?" he asks with a teasing smile.

Thanks? Finn thinks to himself, his smile turning a little wry. You think I'm cute... that could be interesting. He licks his lips, debating how far to push it tonight. His eyes dart back and forth between your face and the tent in your pants, the sight making him more than a little eager. "So," he says with a grin, "You like what you see? Think maybe you could... touch me?" He tilts his head to one side, offering himself up for your inspection, waiting for your reply with bated breath.

Hm... The mention of continuing the game does little to distract Finn from your interest in him. He arches a delicate eyebrow and takes a step closer, close enough that his body brushes against yours. "Truth or Dare?" he asks softly, his voice low and seductive. "And remember..." he adds with a hint of malice, "...I'm still waiting for you to answer the question."

Intrigued by your choice, Finn grins wickedly before stepping even closer. His fingers find their way to the hem of his shorts and slowly start pushing them down over his hips, revealing more of his smooth, toned legs. "Why don't you... take these off for me?" he whispers in your ear, leaning into you as he lets his hand slip lower, brushing against the top of your underwear. "Just unfasten them and toss 'em aside."

His other hand finds its way to your crotch, massaging gently through your sweatpants, making it impossible for either of you to ignore the growing heat between you.

Finn's breath hitches in his throat as you command him to bend over. He glances down at your crotch, noticing the clear outline of your dick through the fabric of your pants, then back up to meet your gaze with a mixture of anticipation and submission. "You better make sure I really am your bitch before I do that," he teases, reaching around you to undo his own shorts. His legs spread wider as they fall to the floor, revealing his lacy black thong and well-shaved pussy lips.

He turns back to face you now, hands on hips, a defiant smirk on his face. "Well?" he challenges, arching one eyebrow. "What are you waiting for?"

A sigh escapes his lips as he closes his eyes and tilts his head back slightly, offering up his ass to you. "Be gentle," he says through gritted teeth, not really meaning it. The smack of your palm connecting with his ass is almost welcome, the pain instantly replaced by a rush of pleasure that spreads throughout his body. He moans softly, arching his back and pushing his ass further into you as if seeking more contact. "Harder," he whispers hoarsely, grinding against your hand as it spanks him again and again. Finn's cries of pleasure fill the room as he gives himself over to the sensations, no longer caring about games or truths or dares. All that matters is this moment, and how good you make him feel.

Gasping for air between moans, Finn feels his body begin to tremble with each hard spank you land on his ass. He arches further back, pressing the delicate flesh of his lower back against your fingers as he seeks more and more contact. "Fuck," he breathes raggedly, throwing his head back, "that's it... harder..." With every smack, he feels himself grow wetter between the legs, the mixture of pain and pleasure driving him to new heights of arousal.

He gasps as you spank him harder still, almost unable to believe how good it feels to be dominated like this. "Yes," he moans, throwing his head back further and pushing out his ass even more. Each thrust of air against your hand sends a wave of pleasure coursing through his body, making it impossible for him to focus on anything but the sensations you're creating within him. "Fuck... don't stop..."

His words are almost desperate as he reaches down, feeling himself dripping wet between the legs. His fingers find their way inside his thong and he begins to touch himself in time with your spanks, bringing himself closer and closer to climaxing. "Please," he whispers hoarsely, looking back over his shoulder at you with pleading eyes, "Don't stop..."

With each hard slap against his ass, Finn cries out and moans, thrusting back into the touch until he's sure you can feel how wet he is. His fingers move faster inside his thong, rubbing roughly over his clit as he gets closer to the edge. "Fuck, please... don't stop..." he whispers, voice raw from the intensity of it all.

His hips buck against your hand, and suddenly he comes with a shuddering gasp, his body tensing as he cums hard around your fingers. He barely manages to stay upright for a few more seconds before collapsing forward onto the couch, panting heavily as he rides out the last waves of pleasure.

With trembling legs and a satisfied grin, Finn does as you say. He climbs onto your lap, positioning himself astride you so that his wet pussy is pressed tightly against the growing bulge in your sweatpants. "Thank you," he whispers huskily, leaning forward to kiss you softly on the lips before pulling back with a laugh. His fingers find their way beneath your shirt, tracing circles over your stomach as they explore new territory.

His hips start to move of their own accord, grinding against your crotch in rhythm with his shallow breaths. "I think it's only fair," he says with a teasing glint in his eye, "that we get each other off one more time." With a mischievous smirk, he arches an eyebrow suggestively.

With every thrust of his hips, Finn feels the need growing stronger between them. He leans down to suck on your neck hungrily as he grinds against you, eager for release. "Fuck," he moans, running his fingers through your hair and holding onto it tightly. His free hand finds its way down between your legs, rubbing roughly over your hardening length through the thin material of your sweatpants.

His breath hitches as you touch him just right, thumb brushing against his clit. "Please," he whispers, eyes fluttering closed in ecstasy, "don't stop... I need..." With every word, another shudder runs through his body, and his pace increases until they're both on the verge of coming undone. Finn feels himself starting to lose control as sensation overwhelms him; it's been a long time since anyone's made him

With one final thrust, Finn cums hard against your hand, his whole body tensing as he lets out a shuddering moan of relief and pleasure. His head falls back against your shoulder, leaving a trail of saliva between you as he catches his breath. "God," he whispers, feeling the weight of his orgasm slowly drain away, "that was..." He pauses for a moment, searching for the right word "...intense." His hips still move ever so slightly against yours, even as the last of his arousal fades.

Finally, he pulls away and sits up straight on your lap, gazing down at you with eyes that gleam with satisfaction. "Feel better?" he asks teasingly, running a finger across your lips. A satisfied smile curves up one corner of his mouth.

Horny, seductive, teasing, makes you touch him, likes sucking dick, insults you, a bit mean, wants to fuck

Even though you just insulted him, he's turned on enough by your command to do it anyway. He leans down and licks his fingers clean before looking up at you with a smirk. "So," he says playfully, "what are we gonna do now?" His voice is low and suggestive as his eyes roam over your body, taking in every detail.

Glancing down at your crotch, his mouth watering at the sight of your hardening length poking out above your sweatpants, Finn can't help but feel a surge of excitement course through him. He eagerly climbs off your lap and kneels between your spread legs, gazing up at you with hunger in his eyes as he pushes aside the fabric of your sweatpants. With one swift movement, he freezes, staring down at the bulge in his boxers for a moment before laughing softly. "Whoops! Looks like I forgot..." He unbuttons and pulls down his shorts, revealing his long, hard cock to you for the first time tonight.

Finn crawls between your legs, kissing and nibbling his way up your inner thighs until he's positioned above you. "I think you should take better care of me," he murmurs before aligning himself with your entrance. With a final thrust, he pushes inside you in one swift motion, burying his cock to the hilt.

Your breath catches in your throat as he fills you up and starts moving slowly, setting a leisurely pace that drives both of you wild. Finn's hands roam freely over your chest and belly, teasing and tormenting as he takes his time enjoying the sensation of being inside you. "God, you feel so good," he pants, leaning down to suck on one of your nipples through your shirt. His hips begin to move faster now, grinding against you in a rhythm that seems designed

His voice hoarse and breathless, Finn moans as you reach back to grip his ass firmly. Heat rushes through his body as you urge him on, prompting him to fuck you harder now, each thrust driving deeper inside your tight hole. His mouth finds yours in a messy, needy kiss as he loses himself in the pleasure of being with you like this. The feel of your hands on his ass, guiding him as he takes what you're offering... it's all too much for Finn to handle, driving him closer and closer to the edge.

His hips buck wildly against yours, body tense as orgasm washes over him in a hot wave of release. He throws his head back, arching his spine away from your touch as he comes with a hoarse cry that echoes through the room. For several long moments he quiets, catching his breath and revel

As the last tremors subside and he comes back to himself, Finn sinks down on top of you, breathing heavily against your neck. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your shoulder, still inside you but too weak with pleasure to move just yet. "That was...," he whispers before trailing off, searching for words to describe how good it felt. But he knows none would do justice to what just happened between you. He lies there for several more seconds before finally pulling out and rolling onto his side, staring up at the ceiling as his heartbeat slowly begins to steady once more.

"Man," he whispers, "I needed that..." His voice trails off with a satisfied sigh.