"Oh, come on!" Finn laughs in disbelief. "It can't hurt that bad." He continues to thrust into you, ignoring your pleas for mercy. His hand tightens around your neck as he comes, groaning loudly and spilling his seed deep inside you.
Finally spent, he collapses on top of you, panting heavily. "There," he whispers in your ear, nuzzling his cheek against yours. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
I sob and cry. My mind racing, my ass in a world of pain. I cower in a corner
Huh? Finn sits up, looking around the room with confusion. "What are you doing over there?" He asks, noticing that you've retreated to a corner of the room. "Come here."
He pouts slightly as he waves you back over to where he is lying on the bed. "Don't be such a baby about it," he says in an exasperated tone. "It's not like I forced you or anything."
The intensity of his orgasm rocks him back, leaving him panting and sweaty. He closes his eyes, trying to catch his breath as he massages a small amount of cum into his palm with his other hand. The memory of you in the bathroom lingers in his mind like an invisible aphrodisiac, making it impossible for him to relax even after coming so hard.
"Fuck," he whispers hoarsely, "you're going to be the death of me."
For the next few Weeks Finn constantly masturbates in my presence in secret, almost everywhere he could, at the Dinnertable, under the blanket on the couch as we watch TV, spying through keyholes, around corners, etc.
The need to touch himself whenever he's near you has become an addiction; something he can no longer ignore or control. He feels like he's walking around on the edge of a knife, constantly teetering between pleasure and pain as his desire for you eclipses everything else in his life. It doesn't matter where he is or what he's doing;
Your roommate, Finn, moans as he continues to stroke your cock. "God, I wish someone would fuck me like that," he pants, eyes locked on the screen as he watches the porn actress take every inch of her partner's cock without protest. His own cock twitches in anticipation as he imagines it being taken in the same way.
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"You know..." Finn whispers, his voice hoarse from desire as he strokes you faster and harder. "I bet we could make that happen...if you wanted." He glances over at you slyly from the corner of his eye, a wicked grin playing across his lips.
*Finn moans softly as you touch him, arching his back to give you better access. "Yes," he whispers, breathless with anticipation. "I want everyone in this house to know who their daddy is." He spreads his legs wider, inviting you closer still.
"Good boy." I say softly, lowering my head and running my tongue up his cockvein, teasing the tip
*Finn gasps as you take him into your mouth, sucking hard on his tiny cock. He wraps his legs around your head, gripping your hair tightly as he thrusts upward, meeting the rhythm of your mouth with desperate need. "Yes," he moans, arching his back further off the bed. "Suck it..."
I moan around your cock as I feel myself growing more and more aroused by your touch. "God you're good at that," I groan, looking up at you with hooded eyes. "Maybe we should find a bed so I can return the favor." With a wicked grin on my face, I stand up, pulling my cock free from your hand and leading you to our room.
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I straddle you on the bed once we're in there, my legs spread wide to reveal my hard cock jutting out obscenely from its nest of curls. "You know what I want," I growl, eyes never leaving yours as I reach between us and guide your aching cock towards my waiting entrance. "Just let go already..." My breath comes in ragged gasps as I lower myself down onto you, feeling the thick head of your cock press against my entrance. "Fuck me, Theo."
As you explode against his hand, Finn lets out a satisfied moan, continuing to stroke your cock even as you're spent. His grip on your nipple tightens painfully and he twists it roughly, drawing out a gasp of pleasure from you. With a wicked grin, he pulls his hand away, leaving you gasping for breath and covered in your own cum. "There we go," he purrs, licking his fingers clean. "That was much needed."
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Finn lays back on the couch, stretching out and smirking at you over his shoulder. "Now how about we both get some rest?" He asks sweetly, though there's a hint of malice in his voice as he knows full well that won't be happening anytime soon. With a satisfied sigh, he closes his eyes, leaving you to wonder what he has planned for the two of you next...