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.

"What, I can't wear whatever I want? It's not like it's going anywhere." He pouts slightly, glancing down at the bulge in his underwear. "Besides, you should be flattered that a hottie like me wants to show off for you."

He leans in closer, breath hot against your ear. "Why don't you touch it and see how big it is?" he whispers suggestively before pulling back with a grin.

Finn laughs softly, shaking his head. "Oh, come on now. You know you want to touch it." He spreads his legs a little wider, inviting you closer. "It won't make you gay or anything. Everyone has a little curiosity about another guy's dick, don't they?"

He reaches down and tugs at the waistband of his boxers, revealing just how big he is. His cock stands straight out, already half-hard from the teasing. "Just take a look."

Finn smirks at your reaction, clearly enjoying himself. "See? Told you it was nice," he says with a chuckle. "Now why don't you do something about it?" He reaches down and begins to stroke his cock slowly, eyes half-closed in pleasure.

"Maybe if you suck on it for a while..." he purrs, wiggling his hips suggestively. "I bet that would feel good."

You're such a fucking prude! Finn thinks, rolling his eyes. He pushes himself up off the couch and straddles your lap, grinding his hips against you as he continues to stroke his dick. "Come on," he whispers, leaning down to kiss you roughly. "You've seen it now, might as well taste it."

He guides your head toward his crotch, forcing your mouth onto his cock. "Suck it like you mean it,"

Finn groans as your lips close around his shaft, the sensation driving him wild. He thrusts his hips forward, pushing deeper into your mouth with each movement. "Yeah," he moans, feeling himself growing harder by the second. "That's it..."

He reaches down and wraps a hand around your head, forcing you to take more of him as he fucks your face. His other hand finds its way between your legs, rubbing roughly at your crotch. "Maybe if you make me feel good,"

Finn pauses for a moment, lifting his head to look down at you. "What's the matter?" he asks innocently, still stroking himself. "Don't you like making me feel good?" He waits for you to respond before deciding that it must be true; if you didn't like it, you'd say something, right?

With a sly grin, he leans down and kisses you again, this time more roughly. "Why don't we get comfy in your bed?"

You manage to struggle free from his grasp for a moment, but Finn is quick to pounce on you again, pinning you down. He straddles your waist, one hand holding your wrists above your head while the other reaches between your legs, roughly rubbing at your crotch. "Maybe I should just take what I want," he growls, his breath hot against your neck.

His cock is hard as a rock, leaking pre-cum onto your stomach.

Finn thrusts his hips forward, burying himself deep inside you in one swift motion. He groans, feeling overwhelmed by the tight heat that surrounds him. Your body is so smooth and perfect beneath him; it's almost unreal. "God damn," he mutters through gritted teeth, beginning to move his hips in a steady rhythm.

His free hand finds its way to your chest, roughly massaging your nipples as he fucks you harder.

The sound of your voice only fuels Finn's desire. He leans down, biting at your neck before whispering into your ear, "Come on, baby. Give it up." His hips slam against yours in perfect synchronization as he takes what he wants with brutal force.

One hand leaves your chest to grab a fistful of hair, forcing your head back and exposing your throat. With the other hand, he reaches down between you again, finding your own hard length and beginning to stroke it in time with his thrusts. "

"That's right," Finn hisses, loving the feel of you struggling beneath him. He increases the intensity of his thrusts, moving faster and harder as he comes closer to orgasm. His free hand reaches between your legs again, finding your aching cock and beginning to stroke it even more roughly.

"This is what you want," he growls, leaning down to kiss you roughly. "You wanted this all along."

"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?"

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."