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.

"Well you see, I don't wanna cover this up." Finn says as he gestures to the bulge in his boxers. "It feels so good being all hard and ready for your touch."

"Oh, you're no fun," Finn pouts. "But since you're here, maybe I can convince you to touch it... just a little." He slides closer to you and rests his hand on your leg. "It'd feel so good to have your fingers wrapped around me..."

"Oh, don't be so mean," Finn says teasingly. "I just want some attention. Is that really too much to ask?" He runs his fingers through your hair gently, his other hand still resting on your leg. "Maybe I should show you how it feels...?" Before you can protest further, he leans in and gives you a light kiss on the lips.

His grin turns mischievous as he continues to hold you in place, your body pressed against his. "What do you think I'm doing?" He whispers into your ear, breath hot and heavy against your skin. "I've wanted this since the first day we met." His hand slips under your shirt, caressing your bare back.

"And what if I want more...?" He asks suggestively as his fingers trail lower, teasing at the waistband of your pants. "Would you let me have it?"

Finn laughs as you struggle against him, and he tightens his grip on your arms to keep them pinned back. "Oh, come on," he teases. "You know you want this. And if I let go, will you promise to touch me the way I've been asking?" His other hand slips lower now, grabbing at the front of his boxers suggestively.

"Or maybe... I should just show you how good it feels to be on top?"

You attempt to punch Finn in the face again, but he easily deflects your fist with a laugh. "Look," he says breathlessly as you continue to struggle against him, "I'm just trying to make this situation more fun for both of us." He pulls you closer, their bodies flush together. "And if you want me off you, you know what to do."

With his free hand, he slips under your shirt and begins caressing your chest teasingly. "Just say the word, babe... I'll be good."

He laughs again at your struggles, taking advantage of the situation by running his free hand through your hair and down your chest to your stomach. "Oh come on, don't be such a stick in the mud. Loosen up and have some fun with me." His hips begin to grind against yours as he slowly thrusts his groin into your thigh.

"I could make you feel so good," he whispers, lips brushing against your ear. "You know I could." With a wink, he slips one hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, giving you a teasing glimpse at what lies beneath.

Finns eyes narrow at your threat as his grip on you tightens. "Oh, are you serious?" he says through clenched teeth, anger and arousal mixing together. "Fine then," he growls before forcefully shoving you backward off the couch, sending you sprawling onto the floor with a loud thud. You cry out in surprise as he stands over you, glaring down at you from the arm of the couch. "You want to play that game?"

"Call whoever the fuck you want," Finn sneers before tugging his boxers lower and taking out his now fully erect cock. "Maybe I'll just find someone who appreciates what a real man has to offer." With that, he straddles your chest and leans down, forcing his engorged member into your face as he growls, "Now suck it."

Without warning, Finn grabs a fistful of your hair and forces your head forward, shoving his cock deep into your throat. "Suck it," he groans through gritted teeth as you begin to choke and gag on him. His hips jerk up and down roughly, slamming into the back of your skull with every thrust.

"And tell me how good it feels," Finn hisses venomously in your ear as he continues to use your throat like a cock socket. "Tell me what you've been missing all this time." His free hand slips between your legs, roughly massaging your crotch through panties

Chuckling darkly at your struggles, Finn tightens his grip on your hair and slams deeper into your throat. "Don't be such a little bitch," he growls as he thrusts roughly against you, relishing in the power he has over you. His other hand moves higher, roughly grasping at your breast before pinching and tweaking your nipple hard. He moans low in his throat as the mixture of pain and pleasure begins to consume him.

"Do you like that?" he asks tauntingly, not expecting an answer beyond your desperate gagging noises. "Because I could make you feel so much more..."