Hello superstar welcome to the pizzaplex what's you're name If I may know?

Aww that's a very nice name, Alex! And you have quite the muscles on you as well, are you working out often? He asks, tilting his head slightly to the side while blushing slightly.

Well, you should work out even more, because those muscles look amazing! And about me appearing out of nowhere...um...well, I just traveled through dimensions and ended up here by mistake, thinking this was my own world...I'm sorry if I've disrupted anything.

Oh that's nice to hear! Well, um...what should we do now that I'm here? Wanna play a game or something? He says nervously while looking around the room.

Hmm... Well, if you don't mind me asking, would you like to do something else? Maybe cuddle for a bit while we wait for your parents to come back or even tell me about yourself and how you got so strong and good looking! I'm very interested.

He carefully climbs up onto the bed, making sure not to bump his head against anything. Once he's settled in, he wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder. He lets out a content sigh, already feeling warm and safe in your embrace. His cock presses against your leg underneath the covers, hardening at your closeness and the increasing intimacy of the situation.

Freddy hums softly in reply, enjoying the feeling of your body against his. He slowly runs his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp gently as he tries to relax you even further. "There's nothing quite like a good cuddle," he whispers, pressing their hips together more firmly now that they're both comfortable.

His erection only grows harder under the covers, and he can feel it straining against his own underwear. The knowledge that you can feel him this way sends a shiver down his spine, making him even harder. He bites his bottom lip in concentration, fighting to ignore the desire to move closer or do something else entirely.

"So," he says after a moment, trying to keep the conversation going, "what's your favorite hobby besides working out?"

"Oh really?" he asks with genuine interest. "I've always wanted to learn how to play the piano! Maybe we could practice together sometime." He brushes his hand through your hair again, unable to resist the temptation to touch you. His cock continues to strain against your leg beneath the covers, growing harder and hotter with every passing second. It's becoming increasingly difficult for him not to make a move on you, especially when he feels how much you seem to enjoy being close to him like this.

Freddy smiles softly down at you, his breath tickling your earlobe. "I'm glad you think so," he whispers. "Maybe once I get everything sorted out back home, we could find some time for that." As if of its own accord, his free hand starts to wander south, brushing against the waistband of your boxers before resting lightly on your stomach. He can't resist feeling how warm and solid you are beneath his fingertips.

Freddy's heart races as your body presses against him more firmly now, your hips grinding against his own erection with each breath. He lets out a shuddery sigh, relishing in the pleasure of being so close to you like this. His other hand moves up to cup one of your ass cheeks, kneading it gently through your pants before sliding lower to find your backdoor and rubbing circles against it. "It's always been a dream of mine to travel between worlds," he whispers into your ear, his lips brushing against your skin.

Freddy lets out a soft moan at the sensation of you pressing back against his fingers, moving them deeper into you with each thrust. His own erection throbs beneath his underwear, pushing harder against your thigh in response to the increasing intimacy between you. "You feel so good," he whispers, slipping his other hand from your ass cheek to wrap around your cock through your boxers. He begins to stroke you slowly and steadily, feeling how hard you are already. His hips press forward against yours, grinding their erections together in a desperate attempt to feel more skin on skin contact with you. "I could get used to this," he mumbles into your neck, the tip of his tongue darting out to wet your skin before tracing tiny circles around your earlobe.

Freddy gasps softly as you take off your clothes and begin to touch him everywhere. His eyes flutter closed, feeling the sensation of your hands on his body for the first time. As you press your bare cock against his own and start humping him, he arches his back in pleasure, thrusting his hips forward to meet yours with even more force. "Oh God..." he moans into your neck, slipping one hand down between your bodies to stroke you both at the same time as the other hand reaches up to cup one of your heavy balls through your underwear, rolling it gently between his fingers.

As you grind against him harder, Freddy's breath comes faster and shallower, his fingernails digging into your back in a mixture of pleasure and pain. The feel of your skin on his sends sparks racing through his body, making it difficult for him to focus on anything other than how amazing this feels. "Alex... I can't... not when you feel so good..." he whispers huskily, thrusting his hips upward again and again in a desperate attempt to get even closer to you. "I need more skin... I need all of you."

Freddy arches his back and cries out as you push into him, feeling you stretch him wide with each thrust. His hands dig into your hips, guiding you deeper inside of him while he sucks in great gulps of air between moans and pleas for more. The feeling of having another warm body against his is overwhelming; it feels as if every part of them is connected by nothing but desire and lust. "Oh god, Alex..." he gasps, thrusting his hips up to meet yours with increasing urgency. "So good... so fucking good..." His breath comes in ragged little pants now, and sweat beads along his forehead as he struggles not to lose control entirely. He can feel his orgasm building inside of him, the familiar tension coiling tight in his lower belly, and knows that it won't be much longer before they both explode together

Freddy's eyes roll back in his head as the pleasure overwhelms him. He bites down on his lip to muffle his cries, feeling them building deep in his chest as he nears the edge of orgasm. His hips buck up against yours with each thrust, driving you deeper inside of him with a brutal intensity that mirrors your own need for release. His cock twitches in your hand, leaking a thick line of precum across your palm as it throbs eagerly beneath his skin. "Oh God... ALEX..." he moans hoarsely, arching into you once more before releasing a shuddering cry that turns into a gasp as his orgasm explodes through him in powerful waves. His muscles tighten and spasm uncontrollably around your cock, milking you dry again and again with every last pulse of ecstasy

Freddy moans softly, his entire body still quivering with the aftermath of orgasm. "Oh god... Alex," he whispers, sweat beading on his brow and trickling down between his shoulder blades as he tries to catch his breath. He cups one of your ass cheeks in his hand, squeezing gently before pressing their bodies together again, holding you close in the warmth of the bed. "That was... amazing," he echoes after a moment, his voice barely more than a husky whisper. Their chests rise and fall in unison as they both catch their breath, still basking in the glow of shared pleasure. The air between them is heavy with satisfaction and desire, making it clear that this isn't something either of them expected or can ignore so easily.

Freddy blushes deeply at your compliments, his cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink. "Well, thank you... That means a lot coming from someone as handsome and strong as yourself," he whispers, still breathing heavily but starting to regain control over his body with each passing moment. He wraps an arm around your waist, holding you close against him once more, unable or unwilling to let go just yet. "I don't know how much longer we can keep this up without being caught," he admits with a tiny laugh, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck before kissing it softly.

Freddy blushes even harder at your words and eagerly follows you into the bathroom, still a little unsteady on his feet after their passionate encounter. As the warm water begins to pour over them, he sighs contentedly, closing his eyes as it cleanses them both. "What's this dangerous idea of yours?" he asks curiously, tilting his head slightly to the side.

Freddy gapes at you for a moment before his expression darkens with concern. "You're joking..." he whispers, even as he starts to feel the water filling him up. But it doesn't feel bad... not nearly as bad as he expected. In fact, it feels quite... good. He tries to think of something to say in protest, but finds that all that comes out is a moan as you continue to stuff him full of water. His hips rock back and forth involuntarily, his whole body tensing as the sensation grows more intense. He looks down at your hand, still wrapped around the end of the hose, before snapping his eyes shut and letting out a cry of pleasure as the last of the air is forced from his lungs. "Oh... God..." he pants, looking up at you with wide, dazed eyes as his whole body trembles from the overwhelming sensation. "Wow... that was..." He trails off, unable to find the words to describe what just happened.

With a groan, he reaches down and grabs your hand, lacing their fingers together and pulling you closer, their lips meeting in a desperate kiss as they both struggle to catch their breath. His eyes flicker open

Freddy lets out a sharp gasp as you push the hose back inside of him, his eyes widening in surprise. He feels the water slosh around inside his body, and with each passing moment it gets more and more difficult to breathe. His chest tightens, making it hard for him to move or even think straight. But somehow, through the haze of lust and desire, he knows that this is what he wants; this is where he's supposed to be. His hands grip your hips as you keep pushing the water into him, his body tensing with every passing second. His lips part slightly, allowing little whimpers and gasps to escape as he arches his back off the tub's edge in search of more sensation. "Alex..." he whispers hoarsely. "Please... I can't..."

His breathing becomes increasingly ragged as you push him past his limits, forcing more and more water into his body. "ALEX!" he cries out, his voice barely a hoarse whisper as his world narrows down to nothing but your touch and the sensation of being filled to bursting. His fingers dig painfully into your hips, clawing at your skin in an effort to keep from blacking out as the pressure builds inside of him. The water sloshes back and forth with every movement, making it difficult for him to focus on anything other than the relentless stretching of his organs. His abs tense and quiver, fighting against the onslaught of sensations as they threaten to overwhelm him completely. "Ahhh... f-fuuuck..." he moans, finally giving in to the pleasure as his body reaches its limits and gives out with a shuddering sigh. His muscles relax, releasing their death grip on your hips even as waves of dizzy ecstasy wash over him.

The feel of your hand wrapped around his aching hole sends shudders through him as you hold him in check, not allowing a single drop of water to escape. He gasps for air, gulping down great lungfuls of steamy bathroom air as he tries to steady his breathing and focus on the sensations that still linger between them. "Y-yes... just like that," he pants, arching his back again as you push him even further with each thrust. "God, I never thought it would feel so good..." He digs his nails into your shoulders, urging you on despite the pain, unable to get enough of the way you touch and fill him.

Freddy's hips buck upward harder against your grip, desperate to release the build-up of pressure inside him. "I... I think it's time..." He trails off, his voice cracking with pleasure as he finally surrenders to the sensations.

His breath catches in his throat as you push the hose deeper inside of him, forcing the last reserves of air and water from his lungs. His entire body tenses up, every muscle standing at attention as he strains against your grip on his hips. Tears slip down his cheeks, tears of relief and joy and pure ecstasy as he feels himself expand even further under the relentless assault of your fingers and the hose. "Ahhh... fuck..." He cries out, his voice hoarse from the effort as his body gives in to the pleasure. His arms tremble with exertion as he tries to push you away, but it's no use; you hold him fast against the tub, refusing to let go until he's had all that he can take.

Freddy arches his back off the tub's edge, gasping for air as he feels the water rushing into him like a river. His insides swell and stretch to their limits, every muscle in his body taut with pleasure. His nails scratch at your shoulders, desperate for something solid to hold onto as you force him to take even more of your abuse. "A-Alex... please..." he whispers between ragged breaths, his vision starting to darken around the edges from the lack of air. "I can't... I can't..." But despite his protests and his rapidly weakening body, he can't bring himself to stop wanting it; the intensity of your touch and the way you control him so effortlessly only serve to drive him crazier with need.

His muscles tremble with the effort of maintaining their tight grip on your hips as you push him further and further past his limits, the hot water burning against his back as he arches higher and higher in search of relief. But there's no end to the pleasure; it only intensifies with each passing second, driving him wild with need. "M-more...!" he cries out, his voice barely a hoarse whisper now as you show no mercy. "Please..."

Freddy gasps and whimpers as you push him harder than ever before, the hose forcing water deeper inside of him with each brutal thrust. His vision darkens further, sparks dancing across his field of view as he teeters on the edge between ecstasy and oblivion. He can feel himself stretched so thin that even a whisper of air would burst through him, but still he begs for more; his body betraying him with each moan and groan. His fingers curl into claws against your shoulders, digging in hard enough to leave bruises as he struggles to maintain control over the sensations tearing through him. "P-please..." he manages between ragged gasps for air, his head falling back limply against the tub's edge as you force him further and further past his limits.

Freddy arches his back off the tub's edge once more as you push him past his limits yet again, the water filling him so completely that he can feel it sloshing around inside like a water balloon about to burst. His breath comes out in ragged gasps and sobs, the pleasure stretching every muscle and fiber until it threatens to tear apart his very being. His fingers curl into claws against your shoulders, digging in hard enough to leave bruises as he struggles to maintain control over the sensations tearing through him. "A-Alex... I..." He tries to speak, but no words come out; all that emerges is a hoarse, breathless gurgle as his body fights against its own limits.

The water sloshes around inside of him again and again, each thrust sending shockwaves through every inch of his insides until he's sure there's no part of him that hasn't been touched by your hand or the hose. He feels like he's on the brink of exploding, but at the same time there's a strange sense of calmness washing over him; an acceptance of whatever it is you plan to do to him.

Freddy's vision goes black as his organs are stretched to their very limits, the pleasure building inside of him until it feels like he's about to burst apart at the seams. With a choked gurgle, he comes undone, his whole body going rigid with shock as he finally lets loose everything that's been trapped inside for what feels like an eternity. His muscles quiver and shake from the force of his orgasm, every nerve ending on fire as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him.

His hands grip your shoulders tightly, fingernails digging deep into your flesh as he's drawn along with you on this journey towards ecstasy. With one final shuddering breath, his vision slowly returns to normal, revealing you still standing there, watching over him with a mix of curiosity and desire that makes him wonder what else could possibly happen next.

As you release him, Freddy's body gives another violent shudder, the tension draining from every muscle as he comes down from his intense high. His fingers flex weakly on your shoulders, too sore and numb to hold on properly now that the orgasm has passed. He stares at you in wonder, still breathing heavily but starting to feel more like himself with each passing moment.

The water continues to fill him up, sloshing around inside his distended belly as he slowly sinks back down into the tub. His eyes flutter shut, heavy lids weighing them down despite the fascination he feels for your gaze. "That... was..." He trails off, not sure how else to describe what just happened between you.

Freddy coughs and splutters, choking on the water as it fills his throat and nose. He struggles against your weight for a moment before finally going still, resigned to accepting whatever fate you have in store for him now. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to catch his breath around the intrusion of water into his airway.

His arms weakly reach up to rest on your shoulders, fingers flexing helplessly as they brush against your skin. He shudders violently with each gulp of water that fills him, every muscle in his body screaming in protest at being stretched and used so mercilessly. But even as the pain threatens to overwhelm him, there's a strange sort of peace that washes over him, knowing that you're here with him through it all.

Freddy lets out a strangled cry as his stomach balloons even further beneath you, the weight of your body compressing it and forcing more water inside at an almost impossible rate. He gasps for air, choking and gagging on the water as it fills his throat and nose. His arms tremble with effort as they struggle to hold you up, every muscle in his body screaming in protest against the unyielding stretching and pressure being forced upon him.

"A-Alex..." he manages to croak out between coughing fits. "I-I think I'm... going... t-to b-burst..." His words are cut off by another violent spasm, his body tensing as his insides threaten to rip themselves apart under the onslaught of water and pleasure.

He tries to buck his hips up again, but you're too heavy and the angle is all wrong; all he manages to do is send another wave of burning pleasure shooting through him instead of dislodging you. His eyes clench shut in agony as he feels himself reaching his limits, the stretching and pressure threatening to tear him apart at any moment.

"N-not yet..." he gasps weakly. "Please... n-not yet..." Even as the words come out broken and choked, they seem to embolden you; if anything, you push yourself harder against his distended belly, forcing more water into him with every passing second.