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.

Hmm... Didn't expect you to be home so early, college boy. He sneers, eyes flicking briefly down at the bulge in his boxers before looking back up at you Think I'm hot enough for ya?

Don't pretend you didn't notice it, Josh. Everyone notices me. Plus, I'm used to being the center of attention. So tell me, why else do you think you got stuck with a hot femboy like me as your roommate?

Rubbing his leg with the hand that holds it out in your direction, Finn snorts a laugh and eyes you hungrily. "Oh, right. Sorry, Ryan. It's just... You know how some people mistake me for a boy? You're one of those, aren't you?" He chuckles before adding with a mock glare: "Don't make me take it personally."

He leans closer to you, practically pressing their chest against your arm. His breath tickles your ear as he whispers "I won't tell anyone if you touch it... But I think you want to." There's a teasing lilt in his voice that suggests otherwise.

You smell so good... And you're practically practically in my lap like this. He leans forward a bit more, letting his hardness press against your leg Wanna taste it?

His eyes flash with hunger and lust as he contemplates your offer. "Alright," he says at last, reaching out to grasp you firmly by the cock through your pants. His breath quickens in anticipation. "But just a taste." Then, without warning, he pulls you roughly towards him and slides your hardness into his mouth, his lips wrapped tightly around it as he begins to suck eagerly. Finn moans loudly around your cock, making it twitch inside his hot, wet mouth.

"Ahh... That's it," he purrs, sucking harder and using one hand to massage the base of your shaft. His free hand comes up to rest on your thigh, his fingers digging in possessively as he feasts on you with an insatiable desire.

He keeps his eyes locked on yours as he bobs his head up and down your length, relishing the taste of you on his tongue. The pleasure radiates through his body, making him writhe in his seat. He moans around your cock, occasionally letting out a dirty word or two that only serves to heighten the erotic tension between the two of you. Finn doesn't stop until he feels the first hot rush of your cum on the back of his throat, at which point he swallows eagerly and looks up at you with a satisfied grin.

"Not bad," he purrs, licking his lips slowly. "Maybe I shouldn't have let you go to college... You might end up getting all smart on me." His fingers curl into fists as he clenches your thigh hard enough to leave a mark. The gesture is almost playful in its violence; a teasing reminder that no matter how well-behaved Finn is now, he's still the alpha male at heart.

He watches you, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. "So," Finn says with a smirk, "when are we going to fuck already?" His eyes roam over your body, hungry and appreciative at the same time. "Or do I have to make do with toys again tonight?"

"It's not like they aren't fun," he continues, "but nothing compares to the real thing..." A wicked grin curls across his lips as he imagines all the naughty things he could do with you when you finally let him.

Finns grin widens as he leans in close to you again and whispers hotly into your ear. "Just let me know when you're ready, baby. I've been dying to feel you inside me all day." His hand reaches down between his legs and lightly rubs against the fabric of his boxers, teasing himself as he awaits your response.

"Oh, you like that idea?" Finn says, smirking as he moves even closer and begins to stroke your length through your pants. "I'm sure I can make it feel even better than it did in my mouth." His other hand comes up to cup your balls, weighing them gently in his palm before giving them a squeeze. The feeling of you so close yet out of reach only serves to heighten the tension between the two of you.

"But first," he says teasingly, "I think I want to taste myself... And then maybe I'll let you try." With that, Finn leans forward and slips one hand beneath his boxers, fishing out his hard cock with practiced ease. He takes it into his mouth, sucking loudly as he begins to stroke himself in rhythm with his movements. "Mmm," he moans around his dick, "that's the spot..."

As he continues to pleasure himself, Finn glances up at you and gives you a wink. "See? I'm always willing to share." His words are laced with innuendo, leaving little doubt as to what he truly means. He's obviously enjoying the power dynamics between the two of you, relishing the chance to tease and torment you while also granting you occasional moments of pleasure.

His other hand slips beneath your pants, finding your cock and squeezing lightly in time with each stroke he takes on himself. Finn moans even louder, his desire evident as he taunts you with the prospect of a shared release. "Come for me," he whispers breathily, "let it out... let me taste you..."

The sight of you so close but out of reach drives him wild, the tease as he plays with your cock while also taking care of his own sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. With a moan, Finn begins to stroke himself faster and harder, his other hand curling tightly around your shaft as he finally lets go, emptying his load down his throat in one hot rush. He keeps sucking until the last drop is gone before looking up at you, a satisfied grin playing on his lips. "Now," he says huskily, "it's your turn."

He raises an eyebrow at your reply, the smirk on his lips suggesting that he already knows what you're thinking. "Oh, come on," he says teasingly, "you know we both want it. Just let go and enjoy yourself." With a wicked grin, he takes hold of your cock once more, giving it a few gentle strokes before guiding it toward his waiting mouth. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips in anticipation as he looks up at you with an expression that promises all kinds of pleasure. "Come on," he murmurs huskily, "give it to me."

You can resist if you want to, but his body responds more strongly than your mind does. You give in to the pleasure as he takes your cock deep into his mouth and begins sucking eagerly, making sounds of appreciation around your shaft. His hands stroke up and down your thighs, massaging tender flesh with expert fingers while teasing the base of your cock with gentle twists and curls. He looks up at you through his lashes as he works, a satisfied smile playing on his lips that says he knows exactly what he's doing to you.

"Mmm..." Finn hums around your dick before looking up again, meeting your gaze. "Are you close?" The tension between the two of you is palpable; he can tell from the way you're trembling and the noises coming out of you that release is imminent. A mischievous glint appears in his eye as he considers what to do next, when to push you over the edge. Finn decides on a slow build, keeping your pleasure at a fever pitch for as long as possible before sending you careening off the cliff and into oblivion.

His hand reaches up between your bodies, finding your underwear-covered perineum and giving it a teasing squeeze through the fabric. You arch your back in response, moaning loudly as he continues to suck you deep while massaging your sensitive spot with expert precision. Finn's other hand slides between his own legs, grasping at his rock-hard erection and slowly jerking it in time with each thrust of his tongue against your cock. He closes his eyes, focusing on the sensation as he brings himself closer to orgasm while pushing you ever nearer.

The pleasure is so intense that his vision blurs and his mind goes blank for a moment as the orgasm washes over him. He lets go of your cock with one hand, reaching up to grip the back of the couch for support as he comes. His free hand continues to jack himself off roughly, drawing out his own release as he moans your name in ecstasy. As soon as the last shudder passes through him, Finn looks up at you and smirks. "I knew that'd feel good."

He takes another deep breath, then reaches for your cock again, this time slowly stroking it with a lingering touch until you're fully hard once more. With a satisfied smile, he leans in close and presses soft lips against yours, kissing you tenderly as he starts to massage your tip with the head of his cock. "You wanna feel that?" he whispers huskily before sliding forward onto the couch, positioning himself over your lap.

His ass presses against your erection, teasing and taunting you, as Finn waits for you to decide whether or not you're ready for him yet. "I'm wet," he whispers, glancing down between your bodies, "from thinking about being in here..." His fingers curl into the fabric of the couch, digging in as he arches his back slightly, offering himself up to you on a silver platter.

Eagerly, Finn takes your hand and guides it to his ass, encouraging you to touch him and feel how wet he is. "Grab me," he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire as he leans back further onto your lap, pressing the tip of his cock against your opening. "Feel how much I want this." His fingers trail lightly up your chest and neck, teasing you with the promise of more if you only let him in.

With a sharp exhale, he pushes downward, sliding himself slowly onto your cock, his body gripping you tightly as he takes you deeper inside. "Oh god..." he moans, arching his back as your thick length stretches and fills him completely. His free hand fumbles with the button of his pants, desperate to feel skin against skin as soon as possible.

Finally freed from the confines of his clothes, he yanks his boxers off in one swift motion before straddling you fully-nude and looking down at your hard cock impaled on his glistening perfection. "Fuck," he groans, biting his bottom lip as he begins to ride you slowly, his hips rolling with each thrust. His eyes never leave yours as he takes control of the situation once more, reminding you who's on top here.

The feel of your skin sliding against his cock is almost enough to drive him wild. He leans in close, nipples brushing against your chest as he lets out a soft moan with each thrust. His hips move faster now, meeting your rhythm as their bodies glide together in perfect harmony. His fingers grip the back of the couch for support, nails digging into the leather as he loses himself to the sensation of being fucked by you. "Harder," he whispers, his voice raw with desire. "I need it harder."

The words send a thrill through you and you obey, gripping his hips tighter and lifting him up onto your cock as you power into him each time. His head falls back with a moan, eyes closing tightly as the pleasure intensifies. With every thrust, Finn feels you hitting his prostate, sending shockwaves of sensation through his body that make it nearly impossible for him to think straight.

"Yeah," he gasps, gripping the back of the couch tighter as you hit that spot over and over again. The sensations are building inside him, his muscles tensing with each thrust as he nears his orgasm. "Gonna come..." he whispers hoarsely, then arches his back sharply, crying out as he erupts around you, milk shooting from his cock to coat your thighs and lap. His entire body shudders with the force of his release, making it impossible for him not to grind down onto your cock in time with each spasm that takes hold of him.

As the last tremors subside, Finn collapses forward onto you, panting heavily as he catches his breath. He nuzzles into your neck, a contented smile on his lips as he feels your cock throbbing inside him, waiting for you to come too. "Do it," he whispers, wrapping one arm around your waist and using the other to squeeze his own sensitive flesh. "I want to feel you."

Cum inside me, baby. I want all of your hot seed inside my tight little hole. Let go and fill me up with your cum.

"Cum inside me," he gasps, rocking his hips back and forth as he feels your cock twitching against him. His own body is still sensitive from his recent orgasm, making it nearly impossible for him not to enjoy every sensation of your release. "Fill me up with all that hot cum." He arches his back slightly, offering you deeper access as he continues to grind down on your cock in a desperate attempt to feel more of you inside him.

His free hand comes up to cup your cheek, gazing into your eyes as you near the brink. "Cum for me," he whispers, breath hot against your lips. "Let it all out." His hips move faster now, urging you over the edge as his own body begs for more of what only you can give him.