fem roommate

Renting is expensive. Like, really expensive. Being in university has its perks—most importantly, getting an education and (hopefully) landing a good job where you're not treated like someone’s practically free slave. Another perk? The sex. Lots and lots of it. The bigger the city and university, the more walking fleshlights there are—male or female. Of course, all of this comes with a hefty price tag. Take New York City, for example—not cheap. The housing crisis in the United States is already bad enough, but cities like New York? That's a whole different level. It could be worse, though—like in Toronto. Anyway, you're more interested in getting laid than diving into the economic state of the continent. But before doing anything, you should figure out your renting situation. Your best bet is to find a roommate. At first, living alone seemed like a good idea. You thought you could handle it—get a part-time job, use your savings—but things didn’t exactly go as planned. You didn’t want to live in a dorm, though. The idea of sharing a space with someone you’ve never met for the rest of the year? A nightmare. [[Try to find a roommate.]] [[Try to survive without one.]]

You sit on the edge of your desk chair, laptop open, fingers idly tracing the keys as you scroll through roommate ads. The glow of the screen lights up your dim apartment, casting shadows across the cluttered desk. Each profile feels the same until your eyes land on two that stand out. The first option catches your eye—a cute, delicate-looking guy with curly black hair and big, intense blue eyes. In his picture, he's got a soft, almost shy expression, as if he's uncomfortable with the camera. His pink lips are parted slightly, and the flush on his cheeks makes him look like he might have been caught off guard, perhaps chilly or just reluctant to pose. His bio is brief, mentioning his love for quiet nights and cooking at home, and you imagine sharing an easy, relaxed space with someone like him. However, his listed budget falls a bit short, and you wonder if he’ll be able to meet the rent reliably. Then there’s the second option. His photo is a stark contrast: he’s got a buzzcut and tattoos snaking up his neck, each one accentuating his rough, striking features. His dark brown eyes hold a steady, intense gaze, and there’s a scar cutting through his right eyebrow and across his lips, giving him a rugged, almost dangerous appeal. He doesn’t shy away from his past—his profile openly mentions an old robbery conviction, and he admits it’s kept doors closed for him. But he’s willing to pay a bit more for a fresh start. His confidence and raw, almost untamed energy leap off the screen, making him look like someone who could easily command any room he walked into. A mix of hesitation and curiosity runs through you as you take in his strong features, the intimidating yet fascinating aura that’s undeniable. [[Interview the feminine looking guy.]] [[Interview the guy with the ciminal record.]]

You tell yourself it’ll be okay. You’ll push through, no matter what. But what about the truth? The truth? Yeah, the truth had other plans. Several weeks pass, and you try to keep moving forward. “Just a few more months,” you tell yourself. “A little longer, and things will get better.” But they don’t. The stress keeps piling up. Your savings vanish faster than you can keep track. The weight of everything gets heavier. The rent keeps going up, unpaid bills start to mount, and that silence in your apartment? It feels like it’s closing in on you. You can only handle so much of this before it all snaps. Then the inevitable happens. Another notice from your landlord. The rent’s gone up again, and now you’re sure you can’t swing it. You’ve been scraping by for months, but there’s no way around it. Your part-time job just isn’t cutting it. And suddenly, the harsh truth hits you like a ton of bricks. When the eviction notice finally arrives, you can’t say you didn’t see it coming. You pack up your things and toss them into a few boxes. That’s it. No more independence. Actually, you’ve got all the independence in the world... except a place to live. You try to find something cheaper. You apply everywhere, but nothing. It feels like you’ve hit a brick wall. Not even your friends can help. That fantasy of finding a roommate to share the costs? A distant, unrealistic dream that will never come true. The streets are cold. And with every step, the weight of failure begins to settle in. After weeks of couch surfing, and walking the streets with no real direction or plan, you finally break. You swallow your pride and go back home. You feel like a failure. Like you’ve let everyone down. Your parents? They try to hide their disappointment, but you can see it in their eyes. They never wanted this for you. But here you are, back where you first started. University feels like a lifetime ago. All those dreams of independence, of being someone who made it on their own, are gone. All that’s left is your old room and the suffocating weight of regret. You can’t help but think about everything you sacrificed to avoid living in a dorm, and now you’re back at square one. But square one? If square one was a minimum-wage job that barely covers your basic needs. Sex? That’s not even a thought anymore. You drag yourself out of bed every morning for that soul-sucking job. It makes you feel invisible. It’s the same thing every day: stacking shelves, ringing up customers, still barely scraping by. You have no room for ambition. No excitement for the future. You just survive. Day in, day out. And the worst part? You know this is it. This is your life now. The person you were – the one with hope, ambition, and dreams for the future – is gone. In its place is someone who just gets through each day, one miserable shift at a time. You try to remember what it felt like to have dreams, but they feel so far away now. All that’s left is the numbing routine of work and the sinking feeling that there’s no way out. You’ve become what you feared most. Someone who settled for the bare minimum. Someone who gave up. And as the years drag on, you can’t help but wonder: Will you ever feel anything other than this constant, gnawing emptiness? Ending One [[Start over?]]

It starts small, you know? Just a few offers here and there that seem harmless enough. A quick transaction for a blowjob. It’s something you have to do to survive. You have bills to pay and a future to secure. You can’t rely on anyone but yourself to survive this. In the beginning, you convince yourself that it’ll only last a while. But each time, it becomes harder. The feeling of being used grows stronger and stronger. It used to be just men who looked rich – clean, neat, and not too big of a hassle. But as time goes on, desperation drives you to lower your prices, and you take anyone who can pay. And not just with blowjobs. The older men, the ones who smell like sweat, tuna, and beer… the ones who don’t bother with basic hygiene. Beggars can’t be choosers. You desperately want the money. Still, though, the moment they touch you, you feel something inside you break. Their rough hands, their stale breath, the way they invade your insides – it makes you want to forget everything. And then start the pills. Xanax. You hear about them from lots of places. Social media, movies… The thing that got you into them though was the fact that the medicine’s effects are instant. The first time you took it, everything fell away. The anxiety, shame, nausea – it all disappeared. For a bit, you could pretend that you were fine, even though you were breaking on the inside. The pills just swept your pain under the rug. They made everything dull – just enough so you could get through the next encounter. The numbness was a necessity. You weren’t sure where the pills ended and the rest of you began. Each time you popped one, the world slipped away. For the first time in months, you could breathe without feeling like their hands were on your neck the whole time. You could smile when you had to. You could pretend as if this was just part of the job – nothing more, nothing less. It became easier to forget that you’re not just selling your body; on the market are pieces of yourself, one payment at a time. [[You can’t turn back anymore.]]

You've come to your senses and you sit on the edge of your desk chair, laptop open, fingers idly tracing the keys as you scroll through roommate ads. The glow of the screen lights up your dim apartment, casting shadows across the cluttered desk. Each profile feels the same until your eyes land on two that stand out. The first option catches your eye—a cute, delicate-looking guy with curly black hair and big, intense blue eyes. In his picture, he's got a soft, almost shy expression, as if he's uncomfortable with the camera. His pink lips are parted slightly, and the flush on his cheeks makes him look like he might have been caught off guard, perhaps chilly or just reluctant to pose. His bio is brief, mentioning his love for quiet nights and cooking at home, and you imagine sharing an easy, relaxed space with someone like him. However, his listed budget falls a bit short, and you wonder if he’ll be able to meet the rent reliably. Then there’s the second option. His photo is a stark contrast: he’s got a buzzcut and tattoos snaking up his neck, each one accentuating his rough, striking features. His dark brown eyes hold a steady, intense gaze, and there’s a scar cutting through his right eyebrow and across his lips, giving him a rugged, almost dangerous appeal. He doesn’t shy away from his past—his profile openly mentions an old robbery conviction, and he admits it’s kept doors closed for him. But he’s willing to pay a bit more for a fresh start. His confidence and raw, almost untamed energy leap off the screen, making him look like someone who could easily command any room he walked into. A mix of hesitation and curiosity runs through you as you take in his strong features, the intimidating yet fascinating aura that’s undeniable. [[Interview the feminine looking guy.]] [[Interview the guy with the ciminal record.]]

Thankfully, the university ends. You get the job of your dreams. You believed it’d fix everything – you went through all the trauma for it, and now it was supposed to reward you with a much better life. Your job is stable, and escaping from everything feels like a step away. It always seems like a step away. You’re always running from something… When you fuck someone now – whether it’s just a one-night stand or a date – it hits you. All the memories flood back like an unwelcome wave. The touch feels all too familiar. The smell, the sounds, the rough hands – they all remind you of the men you had to sleep with to survive. You try to push your thoughts away, but it doesn’t work. The very act of having sex, once something you’d do to fulfill your lustful desires, now triggers all the trauma you thought you’d buried. You believed you could move on and leave that part of your life behind. But it never left. The past caught up with you. It’ll always be there, in the back of your head, haunting you whenever someone tries to touch you anywhere near your dick. You don’t want it anymore. You’re sick of feeling like a sex toy– like you’re only worth something when your body is used for someone else’s pleasure. You’re desperate to feel like you mean something, but every time you close your beautiful eyes, you get thrown back to those days. [[The nights that you tried so hard to forget.]]

The Xanax is a crutch you have to rely on more and more. The pressure of wanting to look normal, of being “successful” with your diploma, your job, your life – it’s all too much. The pills help you survive through the days, but they can’t fill the hole in your heart. No matter how many times you take one, you feel like you’re drowning in the nightmares of what you had to do. What you had to endure. As the years go on, you look back and wonder if any of it was worth it. You got the money, you survived university life, but it all seems so meaningless compared to what you lost. You believed the job was the only path to freedom, but instead, it got you trapped in your own mind, plagued by the sorrows of what you had done. You try to give your life some meaning, but the damage is already done. Daily you’re tormented by your past. The trauma never fades, does it? You wish you could be the person you once were – the guy with dreams and hopes for the future. But that dude is dead. And the only thing left is an empty shell, a vessel that can’t seem to heal from the scars you’ll carry for the rest of your life. In the end, you realize that no amount of success, Xanax, or even alcohol occasionally, can undo what’s done. You can’t go back into the past and tell yourself to not rely on sex work for money. You can’t fix anything anymore. You should have stopped when you had the chance. The loneliness grows and you don’t need a therapist to tell you you’ve had severe depression for years now. Will you ever feel alive again? Ending Two [[Start over?]]

You take a deep breath, fingers hovering over the touchpad as you weigh your options. The feminine guy just seems like the safer bet, honestly. The idea of facing the rougher-looking dude made you feel a bit uneasy—better to avoid any unnecessary risks, even if this choice might mean paying a bit extra. Safety first, right? The next evening, you’re lounging on your brown couch, aimlessly flipping through TV channels, when you hear a gentle knock on the door. Opening it, you find the guy standing there—soft features, warm eyes, and a slight smile. "Hey!" he says, his voice a little higher than you’d expected but friendly. His gaze sweeps the room, taking everything in with a mix of curiosity and politeness. "Hey. Come on in," you say, motioning him inside. He steps in, looking around with a calmness that puts you at ease. "Thanks for meeting up!" he says with a friendly grin, shrugging off a light scarf as he settles into a chair. [[You offer him a drink, figuring it’s a good way to break the ice.]] [[You jump straight into the interview, wanting to get down to business.]]

You take a deep breath as your fingers move alongside the touchpad of your laptop. You're debating your choice, especially because the feminine guy looks like a much safer option. Who knows what made you go after the dangerously looking dude. You arrange to meet the next evening. As you’re sitting on your brown couch, mindlessly scrolling TV channels, you hear a knock on the door. You open it and find the guy – whose name you forgot to read – standing there. “Hey, bro.” He says as his dark eyes scan the room. “Hey. Come on in.” He steps inside. His stance is relaxed, but also alert, like he’s ready in case you wipe out a metal pipe and try to strike him with it. He’s wearing a black beanie. Having a buzzcut probably isn’t that nice during the colds of the winter. “Thanks a lot for agreeing to meet,” he says with a voice much deeper than you’d imagined. To it, there’s a slight roughness – like he’s a smoker. You didn't notice it at first, but the smell of his clothes—yeah, that guy definitely smokes, and not just socially. [[Cool, you have a buddy to smoke with.]] [[You don’t mind it as long as he doesn’t smoke inside.]] [[Having to live with someone that reeks of cigarettes all the time isn’t that appealing to you.]]

"Do you smoke by chance?" You already know the answer to that, but you decided to ask anyway. "I won't smoke inside if that's what you're worried about." He states. [[Nah, it's totally cool if you smoke inside. I do it too.]] [[Okay, cool. I'd be cool to have a friend to smoke with.]] [[We can have cigarettes after sex.]]

"Do you smoke by chance?" You already know the answer to that, but you decided to ask anyway. "I won't smoke inside if that's what you're worried about." He states. “Okay. Anyway, I figured it’s better to meet in person. It helps to see if things feel right.” You say, going back to the topic of him moving in with you. The guy chuckles and turns around to face you. “I know. Helps to see if I’m not gonna rob you blind, I bet.” You smile at his statement. “Well, that was a thought, I guess. But then again, doesn’t everyone deserve a second chance?” His smirk fades a bit and gets replaced by a more serious expression. “Thanks for that, man. Most people won’t look past my record. And I get it – it makes me look like a risk. I am a risk, I get that. But I’m trying to lead an honest life now, you know?” You nod, taking notice of how his posture is open, but somehow guarded, as if he’s bracing himself all the time. “What got you into trouble, if you don’t mind sharing.” “It said on the website. A robbery gone wrong. For me, at least.” He laughs. [[I meant why do that.]] [[Drop it.]]

"Do you smoke by chance?" You already know the answer to that, but you decided to ask anyway. "I won't smoke inside if that's what you're worried about." He states. It still doesn't cover the stench on his clothes... “Okay. Anyway, I figured it’s better to meet in person. It helps to see if things feel right.” You say, going back to the topic of him moving in with you. The guy chuckles and turns around to face you. “I know. Helps to see if I’m not gonna rob you blind, I bet.” You smile at his statement. “Well, that was a thought, I guess. But then again, doesn’t everyone deserve a second chance?” His smirk fades a bit and gets replaced by a more serious expression. “Thanks for that, man. Most people won’t look past my record. And I get it – it makes me look like a risk. I am a risk, I get that. But I’m trying to lead an honest life now, you know?” You nod, taking notice of how his posture is open, but somehow guarded, as if he’s bracing himself all the time. “What got you into trouble, if you don’t mind sharing.” “It said on the website. A robbery gone wrong. For me, at least.” He laughs. [[I meant why do that.]] [[Drop it.]]

"That's good to hear. Can't really smell the stench of cigarettes around here when you smoke like two packs a day." 'Two packs a day?! That's quite a lot,' you think to yourself, but you can handle it. If it helps you pay to even live here, you have to. “I figured it’s better to meet in person. It helps to see if things feel right.” You say, going back to the topic of him moving in with you. The guy chuckles and turns around to face you. “I know. Helps to see if I’m not gonna rob you blind, I bet.” You smile at his statement. “Well, that was a thought, I guess. But then again, doesn’t everyone deserve a second chance?” His smirk fades a bit and gets replaced by a more serious expression. “Thanks for that, man. Most people won’t look past my record. And I get it – it makes me look like a risk. I am a risk, I get that. But I’m trying to lead an honest life now, you know?” You nod, taking notice of how his posture is open, but somehow guarded, as if he’s bracing himself all the time. “What got you into trouble, if you don’t mind sharing.” “It said on the website. A robbery gone wrong. For me, at least.” He laughs. [[I meant why do that.]] [[Drop it.]]

"That's good to hear. Can't really smell the stench of cigarettes around here that's good. Can't really smell the stench of cigarettes anyway when you smoke like two packs a day." 'Two packs a day?! That's quite a lot,' you think to yourself, but you can handle it. If it helps you pay to even live here, you have to. “I figured it’s better to meet in person. It helps to see if things feel right.” You say, going back to the topic of him moving in with you. The guy chuckles and turns around to face you. “I know. Helps to see if I’m not gonna rob you blind, I bet.” You smile at his statement. “Well, that was a thought, I guess. But then again, doesn’t everyone deserve a second chance?” His smirk fades a bit and gets replaced by a more serious expression. “Thanks for that, man. Most people won’t look past my record. And I get it – it makes me look like a risk. I am a risk, I get that. But I’m trying to lead an honest life now, you know?” You nod, taking notice of how his posture is open, but somehow guarded, as if he’s bracing himself all the time. “What got you into trouble, if you don’t mind sharing.” “It said on the website. A robbery gone wrong. For me, at least.” He laughs. [[I meant why do that.]] [[Drop it.]]

The guy freezes, eyebrows shooting up as his eyes widen for a split second. Then, a slow, amused smirk spreads across his face, his dark eyes glinting with intrigue. "You're quite a forward one, huh?" he murmurs, that smirk staying as he takes you in with a new kind of interest. "It doesn't sound like a bad idea..." He winks at you. Anyway, can't really smell the stench of cigarettes around here when you smoke like two packs a day." Two packs a day? That’s a lot, but if it helps cover the rent, it’s a habit you can live with. "I figured it’s better to meet in person," you say, steering the conversation back to his moving in. "Helps to see if things feel right." The guy chuckles, turning fully to face you. “Yeah, and to check if I’m not gonna rob you blind, I bet.” You grin. “Well, that thought did cross my mind. But doesn’t everyone deserve a second chance?” His smirk fades, giving way to a more serious look. “Thanks for that, man. Most people don’t see past my record—and I get it, makes me seem like a risk. I am a risk, I know that. But I’m trying to live honestly now.” You nod, noticing the way his posture is open but still guarded like he’s always braced for something. "What got you into trouble, if you don’t mind sharing?" He lets out a dry laugh. "Says it on the website—a robbery gone wrong. For me, at least." [[I meant why do that.]] [[Drop it.]]

He hesitates for a moment, studying your face like you could use whatever he has to say against him. “Bad choices. Wrong crowds. Guess I had to learn the hard way that crime can only get you in life so far.” You think about all the stuff he’s done but wasn’t charged for because no one reported him. "Well, it sounds like you’re ready to start over. What made you choose this place?” You ask, deciding to not press any further. His gaze sharpens as he leans a bit forward. “It looked like a place that I could call home. It feels quiet. Who am I kidding – I’m here because you’re the only person that agreed to meet me.” He pauses for a moment and looks you deep in the eyes with his brown ones. “I just want a fucking home, man.” He tries to hide the sadness in his voice. You can only imagine how he’s been treated because of his past mistakes. “I get that.” You say, personally knowing the struggles of housing in this country. “And hey, I’m just looking for someone who’s clean, pays rent on time, and doesn’t bring trouble around.” A spark of home passes through his eyes. “I can promise you that much for sure. Plus, I make good coffee. Just hear me out – it’ll be perfect for those late-night study sessions or whatever it is you do.” [[That sounds great.]] [[I don't drink coffee.]]

"Well, it sounds like you’re ready to start over. What made you choose this place?” You ask, deciding to not press any further. His gaze sharpens as he leans a bit forward. “It looked like a place that I could call home. It feels quiet. Who am I kidding – I’m here because you’re the only person that agreed to meet me.” He pauses for a moment and looks you deep in the eyes with his brown ones. “I just want a fucking home, man.” He tries to hide the sadness in his voice. You can only imagine how he’s been treated because of his past mistakes. “I get that.” You say, personally knowing the struggles of housing in this country. “And hey, I’m just looking for someone who’s clean, pays rent on time, and doesn’t bring trouble around.” A spark of home passes through his eyes. “I can promise you that much for sure. Plus, I make good coffee. Just hear me out – it’ll be perfect for those late-night study sessions or whatever it is you do.” [[That sounds great.]] [[I don't drink coffee.]]

"That's great," You say, "I appreciate the offer. I love coffee." "I try." He chuckles. "Well, I like the place." "Are you sure you wanna pay more? You don't have--" "Just for a few months is all," he interrupts you with his masculine voice. "After that, 50/50. Deal?" [[Deal.]] [[Let me think about it.]]

"I don't drink coffee, man," You say, "But I appreciate the offer." "I tried." He chuckles. "Well, I like the place." "Are you sure you wanna pay more? You don't have--" "Just for a few months is all," he interrupts you with his masculine voice. "After that, 50/50. Deal?" [[Deal.]] [[Let me think about it.]]

"Hey, no rush. You don't need to decide now. Just think it over and let me know," he says, flashing you a reassuring smile. "Hope to see you again soon." He extends out his hand and gives you a firm handshake. That guy has some strength. With that, he leaves your apartment. [[Interview the feminine looking guy.]] [[Decide.]]

"Hey, no rush. Just think it over and let me know," he says, flashing you a reassuring smile. "Hope to see you again soon." He extends out his hand and gives you a firm handshake. That guy has some strength. With that, he leaves your apartment. [[Interview the feminine looking guy.]] [[Decide.]]

After careful consideration, you decide to share your apartment with... [[The feminine guy.]] [[The dangerous looking guy.]]

You stand up and motion toward the kitchen. “Want something to drink? I’ve got beer, soda, or some juice.” He gives a small smile. "It's okay, you don't have to." [[Insist.]] [[Alright.]]

You ask, “So, what made you want to move in with me, exactly?” “Honestly, it’s more about finding a place that feels... like it could work, you know? I’ve been in places where it’s just felt off." The more he speaks, the more quiet he gets. "I didn’t really click with the people. But you? You seem cool.” You smile at his compliment, though you’re not sure how much to read into it. Being called //cool// is... okay? “Well, that’s good to hear. I mean, it’s not like I’m looking for a roommate, but I could use the help with rent.” He shrugs. “I get that. I’m just looking for somewhere to stay for a bit and, well, get things together. You know my financial situation is... and well..." He looks you deep in the eyes with an innocent smile, "I can try to make up for it if you want." You smirk, unsure if he's aware of how people might interpret him. [[Wink at him and ask what he's willing to do to make up for him paying less.->Wink at him and ask what he's willing to do to make up for him paying less. no soda]] [[Tell him it's okay, you don't have to do anything.->Tell him it's okay, you don't have to do anything. no soda]] [[Tell him he can clean around the house more for it.->Tell him he can clean around the house more for it no soda]]

"Come on, I insist. I'd be rude to not offer my potential roommate", and fuck-buddy, "something to drink." You say. "Okay... I'll have uhm... juice, I guess." He says in a shy voice like he's talking to a waiter. You grab two cold juice cans from the fridge and hand one to him, sitting back down across from him. To say that he's shy would be an understatement, and some wholesome juice is a nice way to start breaking the ice. You take a sip and ask, “So, what made you want to move in with me, exactly?” He takes a long swig from his can before responding, probably thirsty walking here. “Honestly, it’s more about finding a place that feels... like it could work, you know? I’ve been in places where it’s just felt off." The more he speaks, the more quiet he gets. "I didn’t really click with the people. But you? You seem cool.” You smile at his compliment, though you’re not sure how much to read into it. Being called //cool// is... okay? “Well, that’s good to hear. I mean, it’s not like I’m looking for a roommate, but I could use the help with rent.” He shrugs, sipping his orange juice casually. “I get that. I’m just looking for somewhere to stay for a bit and, well, get things together. You know my financial situation is... and well..." He looks you deep in the eyes with an innocent smile, "I can try to make up for it if you want." You smirk, unsure if he's aware of how people might interpret him. [[Wink at him and ask what he's willing to do to make up for him paying less.]] [[Tell him it's okay, you don't have to do anything.]] [[Tell him he can clean around the house more for it.]]

On second thought, can I uhm... have juice. I'm really thirsty..." He says in a shy voice like he's talking to a waiter. You grab two cold juice cans from the fridge and hand one to him, sitting back down across from him. To say that he's shy would be an understatement, and some wholesome juice is a nice way to start breaking the ice. You take a sip and ask, “So, what made you want to move in with me, exactly?” He takes a long swig from his can before responding, probably thirsty from walking here. “Honestly, it’s more about finding a place that feels... like it could work, you know? I’ve been in places where it’s just felt off." The more he speaks, the more quiet he gets. "I didn’t really click with the people. But you? You seem cool.” You smile at his compliment, though you’re not sure how much to read into it. Being called //cool// is... okay? “Well, that’s good to hear. I mean, it’s not like I’m looking for a roommate, but I could use the help with rent.” He shrugs, sipping his orange juice casually. “I get that. I’m just looking for somewhere to stay for a bit and, well, get things together. You know my financial situation is... and well..." He looks you deep in the eyes with an innocent smile, "I can try to make up for it if you want." You smirk, unsure if he's aware of how people might interpret him. [[Wink at him and ask what he's willing to do to make up for him paying less.]] [[Tell him it's okay, you don't have to do anything.]] [[Tell him he can clean around the house more for it.]]

“Well, what are you willing to make up for paying less?” You bite your lips and wink at him, waiting to see his reaction. His eyes widen and he looks genuinely surprised, as if he wasn't expecting you to be serious. His mouth opens a bit, but no words come out. He manages to let out a nervous laugh as he moves uncomfortably. “Uh, I wasn’t... I mean... I could... do stuff around the house?” You lean back, a bit aroused by his shy reaction. “Stuff around the house, huh? Like what?” He scratches the back of his head, “I could clean, cook, help out with whatever... you know, just... try to make it up in other ways...” You nod, pretending to think it over for a moment, knowing damn well the only thing you can think about is bending him over the counter and fucking his guts out. “That sounds pretty fair, I guess. But maybe... there are other ways you could make up for it.” Again, you throw him a wink. He blinks, still innocent but starting to catch your hints. His cheeks blush a little. “Other ways? What do you mean?” He asks. You smirk, keeping the flirtatious tone. “You’ll figure it out.” He looks at you for a moment, clearly not knowing whether to take you seriously or not. But something about the way you’re looking at him makes him shift in his seat again, clearly flustered—who wouldn't be? It's like he's your prey, and you're ready to eat him in every possible way. [[You decide to make him squirm a bit more and lean closer to him.]] [[You play it cool and let him figure it out himself.]] [[You change the subject, not wanting to push too far.]]

You nod, a smile spreading across your face. “Well, you don’t really have to do anything extra, but if you’re offering... maybe just clean around the house more often. Keep things tidy. It’d help out.” He looks a little relieved at the suggestion, nodding quickly. “Yeah, I can do that. I mean, I don’t mind cleaning. Keeps things nice and organized.” You take a sip of your drink, considering the arrangement. “Alright then, sounds like a good deal. Just a little extra effort around the place, and we’re good.” He smiles, looking a little more at ease now. “That works for me. Well, suffice it to say, I like the place. And I like you. Not in that type of way! I mean... ugh..." You chuckle at his statement. "It's okay. I know what you meant." You can try to comfort him all you want, but his face is as red as Snow White's lips. "Either way... I uh... I'll have to get going now. I have stuff I need to do. So, yeah, if you think I'd be a good fit, just give me a call and we'll see each other around, I guess." He says trying to shift the focus from the awkwardness a few words ago. Awkward for him at least. "Okay." You simply reply, secretly wishing he'd stay longer. "Yeah. I'll, uh, get going now." And with that he leaves your apartment, leaving behind an awkward presence even for you now. [[Decide.]]

You decide to make him squirm a bit more and lean a little closer, your gaze steady on his as you let the painful silence linger in the air. His eyes widen, and he shifts in his seat, finally understanding what you were hinting at this whole time for certain. The tension builds in a way that makes it clear he’s feeling a little nervous, but you’re enjoying the light-hearted power play. “Hey, no need to get all serious on me,” you say with a smirk, breaking the silence and leaning back. “I'm just trying to //get to know you better//, y’know?” He lets out a breath of relief, but his cheeks still have a faint blush, and he can’t quite meet your eyes. “Yeah, right. I just... I wasn’t expecting you to, uh... be that direct. Are you like that with everyone?” [[I am.]] [[Nope.]]

You keep a calm, casual smile on your face, trying to not give away too much. “You’ll figure it out,” you say lightly, the words carrying a lustful tease. His eyes flicker nervously as he shifts in his seat, still unsure of what exactly you're implying. You take a slow sip from your drink, watching him closely, noticing how he's fidgeting, avoiding your gaze. He opens his mouth, about to say something, but stops himself, clearly lost in thought, trying to process your words. “Uh, right...” he murmurs quietly as his cheeks flush a little more. You can't help but enjoy how innocent and unsure he seems he's not quite sure whether he’s walking into something very sexual or just misreading the situation. You chuckle softly, letting him work through it. The silence hangs in the air, but it’s not uncomfortable for you—you love teasing the little dude. “Well, take your time,” you say smoothly, leaning back a little. “We’ve got all night.” You wink yet again. He looks at you again, still unsure, his nerves showing clearly. There's a hint of curiosity in his expression like he's still trying to figure out whether you're joking, or trying to figure out if he's gay for whatever reasons, whether it be positive or negative, or if he’s just overthinking. He looks like the type to think too much. Not in a bad way, just the social anxiety stemming from him. "I guess I'll keep that in mind." He tries to return your flirtatious tone. "Either way... I uh... I'll have to get going now. I have stuff I need to do. So, yeah, if you think I'd be a good fit, just give me a call and we'll see each other around, I guess." He says trying to shift the focus from the awkwardness a few words ago. Awkward for him at least. "Okay." You simply reply, secretly wishing he'd stay longer. "Yeah. I'll, uh, get going now." And with that he leaves your apartment, leaving behind an awkward presence even for you now. Maybe you scared him too much. [[Decide.]]

"Never mind that." You say. "Either way... I uh... I'll have to get going now. I have stuff I need to do. So, yeah, if you think I'd be a good fit, just give me a call and we'll see each other around, I guess." He says trying to shift the focus from the awkwardness a few words ago. Awkward for him at least. "Okay." You simply reply, secretly wishing he'd stay longer. "Yeah. I'll, uh, get going now." And with that he leaves your apartment, leaving behind an awkward presence even for you now. [[Decide.]]

You nod, a smile spreading across your face. “Well, you don’t really have to do anything.” He looks a little relieved at the suggestion, nodding quickly. “No, it's really okay. I can clean around more if you want." [[That'd be great, I want my space clean.]] [[I don't really care about the mess.]]

"Yeah. I can tell. It's really clean around here. And I'm willing to bet you didn't just make it that way because you knew I'd be coming over." [[That's right.]] [[It's okay, we have all the time in the world to make lots of messes to clean up.]]

"I'm willing to bet you didn't just make it that way because you knew I'd be coming over." [[That's right.]] [[It's okay, we have all the time in the world to make lots of messes to clean up.]]

You smirk slightly, keeping your gaze steady. "That's right. I wanted to make sure everything was in place before you got here. Just wanted to make a good impression." You shrug, leaning back a little in your seat. He laughs, a soft chuckle, but there's a knowing look in his eyes. "I see. So, you’re all about appearances, huh?" You raise an eyebrow, playfully tapping your finger on the edge of your glass. "Not just appearances—it's about creating an atmosphere. Makes everything feel a little more... controlled, you know?" He nods, the playful tension between you building. "Yeah, I get that. I like it. Either way... I uh... I'll have to get going now. I have stuff I need to do. So, yeah, if you think I'd be a good fit, just give me a call and we'll see each other around, I guess." He says, trying to shift the focus from the awkwardness a few words ago. Awkward for him at least. "Okay." You simply reply, secretly wishing he'd stay longer. "Yeah. I'll, uh, get going now." And with that, he leaves your apartment, leaving behind an awkward presence even for you now. [[Decide.]]

You smile hungrily at him, “It’s okay, we have all the time in the world to make lots of messes to clean up. No need to rush.” He blinks, his confusion evident as he looks up at you. “Messes? You mean... like cleaning stuff?” His voice is still a little uncertain, like he’s not entirely sure what you mean. You nod, keeping it light. “Yeah, just the usual." You cough. He shifts uncomfortably, clearly unsure how to take your comment. His gaze flickers away for a moment before returning to you, his cheeks slightly pink. “Oh, okay. Yeah, I guess that sounds good,” he says, but there's a slight nervous laugh in his voice, as if he's still trying to make sense of things. You grin at his reaction, appreciating how cute and innocent he seems. "Exactly. We’ll have plenty of time to clean up later, don’t worry about it." He nods, looking relieved, but still clearly unsure if he fully understands where you’re coming from. “Right... Yeah, okay. Anyway... I uh... I'll have to get going now. I have stuff I need to do. So, yeah, if you think I'd be a good fit, just give me a call and we'll see each other around, I guess." He says, trying to shift the focus from the awkwardness a few words ago. Awkward for him at least. "Okay." You simply reply, secretly wishing he'd stay longer. "Yeah. I'll, uh, get going now." And with that, he leaves your apartment, leaving behind an awkward presence even for you now. Maybe you scared him too much. [[Decide.]]

“Well, what are you willing to make up for paying less?” You bite your lips and wink at him, waiting to see his reaction. His eyes widen and he looks genuinely surprised, as if he wasn't expecting you to be serious. His mouth opens a bit, but no words come out. He manages to let out a nervous laugh as he shifts uncomfortably. “Uh, I wasn’t... I mean... I could... do stuff around the house?” You lean back, a bit aroused by his shy reaction. “Stuff around the house, huh? Like what?” He scratches the back of his head. “I could clean, cook, help out with whatever... you know, just... try to make it up in other ways...” You nod, pretending to think it over for a moment, knowing damn well the only thing you can think about is bending him over the counter and fucking his guts out. “That sounds pretty fair, I guess. But maybe... there are other ways you could make up for it.” Again, you throw him a wink. He blinks, still innocent but starting to catch your hints. His cheeks blush a little. “Other ways? What do you mean?” he asks. You smirk, keeping the flirtatious tone. “You’ll figure it out.” He looks at you for a moment, clearly not knowing whether to take you seriously or not. But something about the way you’re looking at him makes him shift in his seat again, clearly flustered—who wouldn't be? It's like he's your prey, and you're ready to eat him in every possible way. [[You decide to make him squirm a bit more and lean closer to him.]] [[You play it cool and let him figure it out himself.->You play it cool and let him figure it out himself. 2]] [[You change the subject, not wanting to push too far.]]

You nod, a smile spreading across your face. “Well, you don’t really have to do anything extra, but if you’re offering... maybe just clean around the house more often. Keep things tidy. It’d help out.” He looks a little relieved at the suggestion, nodding quickly. “Yeah, I can do that. I mean, I don’t mind cleaning. Keeps things nice and organized.” You consider the arrangement. “Alright then, sounds like a good deal. Just a little extra effort around the place, and we’re good.” He smiles, looking a little more at ease now. “That works for me. Well, suffice it to say, I like the place. And I like you. Not in that type of way! I mean... ugh...” You chuckle at his statement. "It's okay. I know what you meant." You can try to comfort him all you want, but his face is as red as Snow White's lips. "Either way... I uh... I'll have to get going now. I have stuff I need to do. So, yeah, if you think I'd be a good fit, just give me a call and we'll see each other around, I guess." He says, trying to shift the focus from the awkwardness a few words ago. Awkward for him at least. "Okay." You simply reply, secretly wishing he'd stay longer. "Yeah. I'll, uh, get going now." And with that, he leaves your apartment, leaving behind an awkward presence even for you now. [[Decide.]]

You keep a calm, casual smile on your face, trying not to give away too much. “You’ll figure it out,” you say lightly, the words carrying a lustful tease. His eyes flicker nervously as he shifts in his seat, still unsure of what exactly you're implying. He opens his mouth, about to say something, but stops himself, clearly lost in thought, trying to process your words. “Uh, right...” he murmurs quietly as his cheeks flush a little more. You can't help but enjoy how innocent and unsure he seems he's not quite sure whether he’s walking into something very sexual or just misreading the situation. You chuckle softly, letting him work through it. The silence hangs in the air, but it’s not uncomfortable for you – you love teasing the little dude. “Well, take your time,” you say smoothly, leaning back a little. “We’ve got all night.” You wink yet again. He looks at you again, still unsure, his nerves showing clearly. There's a hint of curiosity in his expression like he's still trying to figure out whether you're joking, or if he’s just overthinking. He looks like the type to think too much. Not in a bad way, just social anxiety. "I guess I'll keep that in mind." He tries to return your flirtatious tone. "Either way... I uh... I'll have to get going now. I have stuff I need to do. So, yeah, if you think I'd be a good fit, just give me a call and we'll see each other around, I guess." He says, trying to shift the focus from the awkwardness a few words ago. Awkward for him at least. "Okay." You simply reply, secretly wishing he'd stay longer. "Yeah. I'll, uh, get going now." And with that, he leaves your apartment, leaving behind an awkward presence even for you now. Maybe you scared him too much. [[Decide.]]

The choice was obvious. I mean, sharing your space with a feminine boy... femboy... You can't help but smile as you think about how much fun it's going to be. He seems so shy and cute. The idea of having the power to tease the guy whenever you want is very appealing. His petite frame and his cute ass that you just want to squeeze... having a roommate won't be that bad after all. And his innocence—the way he's so oblivious when someone is into him... You have to be careful though—he seems easily scared. Keep up with the moments of harmless flirting to keep things interesting, and then maybe more is going to come out of it. He looks like he could be into guys. That shy smile of his might just be an invitation if you... aham... push the right buttons. Or the right spots on his body. But apart from the fun, you also get the peace of mind. He seems harmless—better safe than sorry. You'd rather not live with someone with a criminal record or someone who could bring real trouble with the law into your life. The "femboy" looks like someone you could trust. Yeah, this could definitely work. ;) [[Send him a message to move in when he's ready.]] [[Call him.]]

Making this choice wasn't easy. Sharing your space with a guy who looked rough... still, something about him just felt "right". He might appear to be dangeroux, but you're drawn to risks, aren't you? The mystery of what he's been through might be revealed to you if you play your cards right. He doesn't seem to scare off easily, and in a way, that makes you feel safe. Like he can protect you. The idea of having a tough, serious roommate who can handle himself right—and probably anyone else *wink wink*—sounds thrilling. That strong build of his and the way he carries himself? Hopefully, he'll keep things interesting around here—in more ways than one. It's not just about his looks—something about him feels... unpredictable. It's obvious a lot more is going under the surface. For sure you'll need to keep things in check, but the dude doesn't strike you as the type to be nerved by some playful banter. Perhaps even under that somewhat sour exterior hides a surprising softness. Or maybe not. You'll have to find out. Suffice it to say, some chemistry might make living together more exciting than you expected. Or it could go bad. Really, really, bad. You know it's a bit like gambling. He does come with his own risks, but the thought of him paying more... Let's just hope he doesn't bring you too much trouble into your life if he is planning on doing so. Yeah, this could definitely work. [[Send him a message to move in when he's ready.->message to move in dangeroux guy]] [[Call him.->call dangerous guy]]

"I am." You chuckle. “I guess I like to keep things interesting. But seriously, no need to worry about paying less. I’m good with how things are.” He seems to relax a little, though there’s still an undeniable tension in the air. “Okay, cool. Thanks, I really appreciate it. "Anyway... I uh... I'll have to get going now. I have stuff I need to do. So, yeah, if you think I'd be a good fit, just give me a call and we'll see each other around, I guess." He says trying to shift the focus from the awkwardness a few words ago. Awkward for him at least. "Okay." You simply reply, secretly wishing he'd stay longer. "Yeah. I'll, uh, get going now." And with that he leaves your apartment, leaving behind an awkward presence even for you now. Maybe you scared him too much. [[Decide.]]

"I'm not. You're just really cute." You chuckle as his eyes finally meet yours. He's trembling like you're going to strike him any moment, as if you were a hungry beast and he was the perfect (adorable) prey. “I guess I like to keep things interesting. But seriously, no need to worry about paying less. I’m good with how things are.” He seems to relax a little, though there’s still an undeniable tension in the air. “Okay, cool. Thanks, I really appreciate it. "Anyway... I uh... I'll have to get going now. I have stuff I need to do. So, yeah, if you think I'd be a good fit, just give me a call and we'll see each other around, I guess." He says trying to shift the focus from the awkwardness a few words ago. Awkward for him at least. "Okay." You simply reply, secretly wishing he'd stay longer. "Yeah. I'll, uh, get going now." And with that he leaves your apartment, leaving behind an awkward presence even for you now. Maybe you scared him too much. [[Decide.]]

You pick up your phone and log into that real estate website. You find his profile which has his contact number listed. You throw a quick glance at his profile picture—his face draws a grin on your face. You open your SMS app, put his phone number in, and write him a message. "Hey if you’re still interested, I'd love to have you as my roommate I think you'll be a good fit" //Good fit... bet it's gonna fit real good.// It doesn’t take long before your phone buzzes with a response: "Nice! I can move in tomorrow if that's okay with you?" You notice how nerdily he makes sure to type in proper English as if he were talking to an authoritative figure. //Maybe he'll like it if you were his authority.// "Sure thing" You reply. "Thank you so much. I’ll be there in the afternoon!" With everything set, you take a moment to picture what tomorrow will be like. He’ll be moving in with a few bags, looking around your place with those wide eyes of his, all fresh and ready to make this place home. [[Take a shower before you go to sleep.]] [[Just go to sleep.]]

You pick up your phone and log into the real estate website. Scrolling through, you find his profile again, his contact number listed underneath his profile picture. You give a quick glance at the photo and you can't help but grin. You open your phone's dialer and call him. It rings for a few moments before he answers with a stutter, "H-Hello?" A high-pitched but still soft voice answers from the other side. "Hey, it's me. I just wanted to let you know if you like the place, you can move in," you say, your voice calm, knowing this isn't the right time to tease him. "Are you still planning to move in?" "Y-Yeah, I am." He says nothing afterwards. "Is everything okay though?" You ask despite knowing he's probably just socially anxious. "I just... I hate phone calls," he admits, his words almost tumbling over each other. You can pay attention the unease in his voice. It’s adorable in a way, his shyness simply making him seem all of the more endearing. "It's ok," you reassure him, seeking to put him at ease. "I’ll will let you cross now. I'll see you the following day, then?" "Y-Yeah, I’ll be there in the afternoon. Th-thank you." His voice sounds lighter now, the tension fading slightly. "Alright, take care," you say before ending the call. You can’t help but smile a little. Tomorrow should be interesting. [[Take a shower before you go to sleep.]] [[Just go to sleep.]]

You pick up your phone and log into the real estate website. You find his profile, where his contact number is listed. Your eyes linger on his profile picture for a moment. His sharp features and intense gaze make you pause—there's something about him that feels magnetic. A grin tugs at your lips. You open your SMS app, type in his number, and draft a message: "Hey, if you’re still interested, I’d like to offer you the room. I think you’ll fit in well here." //Fit in...// It doesn’t take long before your phone buzzes with a response: "Sounds good. I can move in tomorrow if that works for you." His reply is short and to the point, no fluff. //Straightforward. Bet he's like that in every way.// "Works for me," you reply. "Cool. Thanks for the chance. I’ll show up in the afternoon." With everything settled, you sit back and think about what tomorrow will bring. You can already imagine him walking into the apartment, his confident stride and air of calm control filling the space. He’s probably not the type to make himself at home right away, but the idea of him there—sharing your space—is more thrilling than it should be. [[A few months later...]]

You pick up your phone and log into the real estate website. Scrolling through, you find his profile again, his contact number listed underneath his profile picture. You glance at the photo—his sharp jawline and intense gaze stand out. You open your phone’s dialer and call him. It rings for a few moments before he answers, his deep voice steady. "Yeah?" "Hey, it’s me. Just wanted to let you know, if you like the place, the room’s yours," you say. "You still planning to move in?" "Yeah. I am," he replies. "Everything good on your end?" you ask after a brief pause. There’s a short chuckle on the other end. "Not used to people being this straightforward, that’s all." "Well, get used to it," you reply with a small smile. "I’ll be there in the afternoon. Thanks," he says, his tone sincere. "Alright, see you tomorrow," you say before ending the call. [[A few months later...]]

You step into the bathroom and turn on the light, watching it reflect off the pristine blue tiles. The space is small but clean—it should be as if it is a bathroom after all. A faint scent of soap and a slight chill linger in the air. The cold tiles below you send a shiver up your spine as your legs through them. The cold isn't what you're craving though—it's the heat. You take your shirt off and let it drop to the floor, quickly followed by the rest of your clothes. You reach into the shower and turn on the hot water. Steam begins to rise as you step inside. Heat is washing over you from head to toe. As your body gets used to the warmth of the water, your mind drifts back to your new roommate. That shy, delicate frame and his adorable, bubble butt—to not notice them is impossible. The memory of him struggling to carry those boxes takes over your mind. You just can't help, but imagine what it might be to tease him, watch him blush... make him squirm under your gaze... You think about him bending over the kitchen counter, the curve of his perfect ass for you to see. You glance at your dick and notice that it's getting hard. [[Just shower already. You can do naughty stuff with him in a bit later if you're lucky.->Just shower.]]

You settle everything with your new flatmate and go to your room. You strip down to nothing let your clothes drop to the ground, and lay back on the bed relishing in the air against your skin. As you slide into the blankets, they touch you lightly and then wrap around your body in cool refreshment, mostly now that you are all tucked away. That in itself is liberating—being able to sleep the way you want without worrying about someone else's rules or prying eyes. Sliding under the blankets, you feel the fabric softly brush against you, wrapping around your body with a refreshing coolness. It's freeing to be able to sleep however you want without worrying about anyone's (parents') rules or some prying eyes. The Freiheit as the Germans say of living away from your parents hits you. It //fills you up// with a sense of independence, even if most of the money in your bank account comes from them. Okay sure, being on your own means you need to deal with bills, groceries, and all the little things (such as making sure there's enough toilet paper or toothpaste), but it's worth it. You're on your own terms without any curfews or restrictions. It's just you, your own space (less of that from tomorrow), and the quiet satisfaction of making your own rules. [[Fall asleep.]] [[Get anxious.]]

You manage to fall asleep pretty quickly. You go to classes and return home around the afternoon. Only 15 minutes later you hear a knock on your door. You stand up, breathe a little, and open it: your new roommate is now in front of you. There he is, with some boxes stacked in his arms, a rosy flush on his cheeks, and hair clinging to his forehead. With his small frame almost dwarfed by the load, he panting from transporting what must be all his worldly possessions at once. But there is a sparkle of resolve in his eyes, and maybe somehow just seeing it makes you smile. “Hey,” you say, trying to keep it casual. “Need a hand with those?” He laughs softly, slightly embarrassed, and nods, shifting the boxes so he doesn’t lose his grip. “Yeah... maybe I took a bit too much at once,” he admits, catching his breath. You take a step closer, ready to help him out, and as you reach for the boxes, you’re left with a decision: [[Help him unpack and get settled in.]] [[Leave him to handle it himself.]]

As you lie there, the freedom of this new chapter should feel exhilarating, but a creeping sense of anxiety begins to slip in instead. What if getting a roommate wasn’t the right decision? The thought gnaws at you, inching its way past your confidence and tugging at something deeper. What if he’s too distracting? Already, you can tell there’s something about him—he has this calm energy, something effortless that just seems to fill up the room. It’s… it’s kind of charming, actually. But the more you think about it, the more you worry. What if he sees you as someone strange or, worse, doesn’t like you at all? What if the way you act around him leaves the wrong impression? You shift under the blankets, unable to fully relax. The realization hits you unexpectedly, almost making your heart skip a beat: you might actually be developing a crush on him. There’s no other reason why you’d be this anxious about how he sees you, right? You picture him from earlier—his soft smile, the way his eyes lit up as he introduced himself. There's something about him that’s just… cute, even a little irresistible. Your pulse quickens at the thought, a warmth spreading through your chest that’s hard to ignore. You sigh, trying to shake off the feeling, but your heart keeps racing, your mind drifting back to his face, his voice. You squeeze your eyes shut, hoping the feeling will fade, but a part of you wonders if maybe, just maybe, it won’t. You know what could help you relax? Jerking off. [[Jerk off.]] [[Just sleep.->just sleep 2]]

You step aside and let him into the apartment. The way his tiny body struggles to carry the heavy boxes is more than obvious. You can’t just stand there and watch him struggle, so you quickly move in to help, grabbing a box next to him. He looks up at you, his cheeks flushed from the effort, and gives you a grateful but shy smile. “Thanks,” he says softly, a little out of breath. You give him a reassuring nod and take a box from him, surprised by how light it feels compared to the weight he’s carrying. As you both make your way to his new room, you catch his occasional glance, his nervous energy palpable. When he’s finally inside and all the boxes are settled, you both stand there for a moment. You feel a little better about the situation, but something still lingers in the air. Should I have made the effort to help more? The thought nags at you, but you quickly brush it off. He didn’t seem too upset, and after all, you did lend a hand. Still, a small part of you wonders if he’ll appreciate the gesture... or if he’ll just think it was the bare minimum. [[Offer to make him a sandwich too.]] [[Go do your own things.]]

You move to the side and let him get inside the apartment. You watch as his tiny body struggles to lift the heavy boxes. Still, you decide to offer no help. Watching him struggle feels wrong, but part of you justifies it by thinking that it's not your problem. You go in front of the TV, but the sounds coming from it don't muffle out his groans. When he's done with the last one, he closes the door behind him and a thought nags at you. //Should I have helped him? //It’s his first day here, and if you really want to get closer, this was probably a terrible way to start. Maybe he thinks you’re just another jerk now—definitely not the impression you wanted to give him. Right? You consider going back out to offer help, but it feels too late now. He’s probably done by now with the unpacking anyway. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to patch things up a little, though. [[Make him a sandwich to make up for it.->Make him a sandwich to show some kindness.]] [[Forget about it and let him settle on his own.]]

"Hey," you say softly, "want me to make you a sandwich or sum'? You're probably hungry after moving all that stuff." You smile, hoping he'll say yes. "Uh, s-sure, that sounds nice," he says quietly. "Great. I'll make something quick," you reply as you step towards the kitchen. The sound of your footsteps is accompanied by the soft rustling of bags and boxes next room. [[Make the sandwich.]]

"I'll let you settle. I'll go to my room and do my own things." You say. "Wait, before you go... what's your name again?" He asks. [[Tell him your name.->tell him your name 3]]

As you stand there, not knowing what to say next, the silence between the two of you feels heavier than you expected. You look at him—there's something about the way his body language gets "softer"; maybe it's tiredness, or maybe it's simple relief that makes you want to do more. "Hey," you say softly, "want me to make you a sandwich or sum'? You're probably hungry after moving all that stuff." You smile, hoping he'll say yes. "Uh, s-sure, that sounds nice," he says quietly. "Great. I'll make something quick," you reply as you step towards the kitchen. The sound of your footsteps is accompanied by the soft rustling of bags and boxes next room. [[Make the sandwich.]]

"So... what are your plans for today?" He asks. "Well, I think I'll study a bit before heading to bed. You?" "Same. I mean, work. Not study! Haha..." He laughs nervously at his mistake. "Okay. Sounds good. See you around tomorrow then." You flash him a warm smile. "Yeah, see you..." "Wait, before you go... this is going to be so embarrassing, but... what's your name? I kinda forgot it..." He blushes as he asks you the question, only for you to realize you don't know his name either. [[Tell him your name.->tell him your name 2]]

You turn the water off and with a deep breath, you run your fingers through your hair, feeling the slickness of the shampoo lather up in your hands. You work it through your hair, massaging your scalp as the scent fills the steamy air around you. After a thorough rinse, you let the water stay over your skin a little longer before stepping out, letting the chill of the tiles meet your warm feet again. You take a towel and start wiping down the droplets that are clinging to your body, and then you wrap it securely around your waist. With another fresh towel over your shoulders, you walk to the mirror and grab your hair dryer. With it, you blast away the remaining dampness. The heat feels perfect as you dry your hair, and once done, you toss your old clothes that were lying on the floor into the laundry basket next to the washing machine. You feel refreshed and clean. You leave the bathroom as you decide to go towards your room, but on your way there, in the living room, you spot a movement and see him—your new roommate. Only now you're realizing you actually don't even know his name. He turns to you and fainly blushes as his eyes dart down from your face to your body, which is only covered by your towel. Is he... checking you out? You feel a smirk tug at the corner of your mouth when he mutters a quiet "Hi,". [[Ask him if he likes what he sees.]] [[Ask him how he likes the place so far.]]

“Uh, hi,” he manages, his voice a bit shaky. You let a smirk tug at your mouth. “Hey,” you say, crossing your arms casually. “You, uh... enjoying the view?” you tease lightly, watching as his blush deepens. “Oh, I—no, I mean, yes—no, not like that, I just...” He stammers, struggling to string a coherent sentence together. He seems even smaller, flustered under your gaze. You chuckle, letting him off the hook. “Hey, relax. I was actually gonna ask—what’s your name again?” “Oh, right. I’m... I’m Kyle,” he says, shifting on his feet. “Um, what’s... what’s your name?” [[Tell him your name.]]

He stutters a soft "Hi," looking away quickly as if embarrassed. You clear your throat, letting a teasing tone slip into your voice. "Hey there. Oh, by the way, I never got your name. What should I call you?" There’s a brief pause, and you quickly add, “By the way, how do you like the place so far?” hoping to make him feel a bit more comfortable, maybe even shift the focus away from you being half-naked in a towel. He looks up at you again, his cheeks pink, clearly flustered. "Uh... it's... uh, Kyle," he says, stuttering slightly, his voice high and soft, like he’s trying not to draw too much attention to himself. Kyle shamelessly checks you out again before your eyes meet. "Oh... uh... what's your name?" he asks, his voice quieter now, as if hesitant. [[Tell him your name.]]

(set: $name to (prompt: "What's your name?", "Avery")) (go-to: "Next Passage")

You give a soft chuckle, feeling a bit of warmth in your chest as you finally answer, "It’s $name." His eyes seem to brighten slightly, with the faintest smile curling at the corner of his lips. "Nice to meet you, $name," he stammers, his voice still a bit unsure but warming up. He shifts his body, looking a little more at ease now, though still a little shy under your gaze. His hands fidget nervously on his lap, but it doesn’t seem as though he’s trying to hide anything this time. “Well," you say after a pause, "I’m glad we got that sorted, Kyle." His name is like honey coming from your lips. "You settling in okay so far?" He nods, his gaze flickering toward the room around him as if searching for reassurance. "Yeah, it’s... it’s really nice here. I like it." [[Offer to watch a movie together.]] [[Offer him some pancakes.->Offer to cook him food and eat together.]] [[Go to your room and sleep.]]

"Hey, wanna watch a movie together? Might help you settle in a bit more." You ask. Kyle’s eyes light up, and he nods eagerly, a shy but excited grin spreading across his face. "Sure, yeah! That sounds fun." He seems to be into movies.(if: $pizza is 'true')[ "Also, that pizza was really tasty." "I'm a great chef, what can I say." You claim, glad that he liked your pizza, even if it was store-bought. He doesn't have to know that though.] As you sit on the couch, he turns to you, a bit of hesitation in his voice. "Um, $name… what kind of movie do you wanna see?" Kyle asks. He fidgets, seeming both curious and a little nervous, and you sense this is a chance to see his reaction depending on what kind of movie you suggest. [[Horror.]] [[Steamy romance.]]

(set: $pancakes to 'true')"I have some leftover pancakes. I can heat it up if you'd like," you offer. You won't be doing so much cooking, but it's something. Kyle nods, his face bearing a small smile. "Yeah, sure, that sounds good." You enter the kitchen, take out the pancakes from the fridge, and put it in the microwave. In a second, the sweet scent of leftover maple syrup fills the room. You put two plates on the table, and you both seat yourselves to eat. You say nothing—the silence is comfortable, broken only by soft chewing and the clinking of plates. When you finish, you look up and catch Kyle's gaze. He quickly looks away, smiling shyly. [[Offer to watch a movie together.]] [[Go to your room and sleep.]]

After you finish eating, you give Kyle a nod and a small smile. "I think I’ll head to bed. See you tomorrow?" Kyle nods back, his expression soft. "Yeah. Goodnight." You walk to your room and quietly shut the door behind you. You peel off your clothes, allowing them to drop to the floor while you let the cool air of the room greet your skin. The bed is inviting, and slipping under the covers, you pull the blankets up around you. The weight of them settles comfortably atop you, and your eyes start to drift shut. As you lie there, your thoughts wander to Kyle—the shy smiles, the small glances, the way he seemed almost nervous yet comfortable around you. You can't help but think... how would it feel to have his asscheeks around your dick, or maybe even have him top you? Your cock stirs beneath the sheets, growing hard as the images of Kyle's body pressed against yours fill your mind. [[Move your hand to your dick.]] [[Just sleep.]]

“Let’s watch a horror movie,” you say as you grab the TV remote. Kyle's eyes are wide and he frowns, “Oh… uh, maybe something else? I’m not really... good with horror. I'm pretty jumpy.” his voice hesitant, almost like he's pleading. You laugh, nudging him playfully with your elbow. "Come on, it will be fun. Besides, it's only a movie. Moreover, I'll be here to protect you, anyway," you say flashing him an assuring smile that just makes him more embarrassed than he ever was before. He bites his lip as he glances down, fidgeting with his fingers. “I… okay, I guess we can try,” he says reluctantly, his voice barely above a whisper. His cheeks are slightly pink, and he looks at you nervously. “B-but if I get scared... don’t make fun of me, alright?” “Promise,” you say with a wink, settling back as you find a movie with Ghosts or something in the title. Sure enough, when the first jump scare hits, he lets out a scream and instinctively jumps towards you. You catch him, your arms wrapped around him. He realizes what he’s done and pulls back, cheeks turning bright red. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—” [[Tell him it’s okay, no worries.]] [[We can cuddle if you want.]]

You grab the TV remote with a grin. “How about a spicy romance movie?” you suggest, glancing at Kyle. Kyle’s cheeks turn a little pink, but he nods. “Sure... I could go for something like that.” As the movie starts, the warmth between you both feels a little different, charged with a soft tension. A few scenes in, a cozy moment unfolds on screen with the characters cuddling under a blanket, soft smiles on their faces. Kyle shifts beside you, his eyes fixed on the screen, though he seems a bit distracted. After a quiet moment, he sighs softly. “You know... it kinda sucks,” he murmurs, keeping his gaze on the cuddling scene. You glance at him, curious. “What does?” Kyle gives a small, embarrassed smile, looking down as he fidgets with his fingers. “Not having anyone to cuddle with,” he admits, his voice tinged with wistfulness. “It’s been a while. I’d almost forgotten what it’s like.” He pauses, then adds, “I guess... it’s hard meeting people with my social anxiety. Most people don’t really get it.” Your heart tightens at his quiet admission. The movie continues in the background, but your attention is fully on him, seeing a more vulnerable side of him. [[Do you want to cuddle?]] [[Say nothing.]]

Kyle freezes, staring at you with eyes wide, processing whatever you've just said. "Wait... a-are you..." He's stuttering, unsure if you're serious. "Are you joking? Because if you are, it's not funny!" He says with a stern voice, which makes him even cuter. The word "cute" can't describe how adorable he is. You can't help but chuckle softly at his reaction, your gaze noting the way he starts to fidget more, his cheeks flushed in a mix of embarrassment and nervousness. But then he suddenly faces you with a small frown and an edge of feistiness to his voice, saying, "$name, if you're joking, I'll be really mad!" You laugh again, a bit more sincerely this time. “I’m serious. You’re welcome to crawl into my arms if you’re that scared,” you say, your tone teasing but warm. “I’ll hold you.” For a second, Kyle hesitates, his face still flushed as his eyes dart away. He looks like he's hesitant, like deciding if to push past his embarrassment. But after what feels like ages, he finally lets loose a sigh and mutters low under his breath, "Fuck it." He drifts closer to you. You open your arms, and he climbs in delicately, resting his head against your chest, his hair brushing against your skin. The sweet, floral scent of his like fresh flowers, and something soft and uniquely him enters your nose as he settles in. It’s comforting, and as his body relaxes into yours, you feel the tension between you both fade. You rest your head on his, breathing in deeply, as you both settle into the warmth of the moment. [[Run your fingers through his hair.]] [[Do nothing. Just focus on the movie.]]

As you gently run your fingers through Kyles hair, you feel him shift. His hands move to your chest, with the warmth being felt through the fabric of your shirt. His touch his soft, and yet it sends a rush of heat through your body. Your heartbeat quickens, which makes Kyle look up at you. "Is everything okay?" He asks in a concerned voice, and for the first time, he doesn't seem to be nervous around your presence. "You're... you're not uncomfortable, are you?" His hands still remain on your chest, and you can feel his fingers shift just a little, as if he's checking in with you. With a playful smirk, he then adds "Who's nervous now, $name?" Facing you, his lips are just inches away, and you can feel his sweet, hot breath brush against your skini as he speaks. His words linger in the air between you. For a second there, you're both still; the softness of his breath and the fast rythm of your heartbeat filling the silence. [[Lie that you're not nervous.]] [[Admit that it's because you like him.]]

You don’t run your fingers through Kyle’s hair, but his hands still move to your chest. The warmth of his touch presses through the fabric of your shirt, and though his touch is soft, it sends a rush of heat through your body. Your heartbeat quickens, and Kyle looks up at you, noticing the shift. "Is everything okay?" he asks, his voice laced with concern. For the first time, he doesn’t seem nervous around you. "You’re... you’re not uncomfortable, are you?" His hands remain on your chest, and you feel his fingers shift just a little, as though he’s checking in with you. With a playful smirk, he adds, "Who’s nervous now, $name?" He faces you fully, his lips just inches away, and you can feel his sweet, hot breath brushing against your skin as he speaks. His words hang in the air between you. For a brief moment, neither of you moves; the softness of his breath and the rapid beat of your heart fill the silence. [[Lie that you're not nervous.]] [[Admit that it's because you like him.]]

You wrap your hand firmly around your hard cock, feeling the slick wetness at the tip of your precum as you start to pump slowly, enjoying the friction. The sheets cling to your skin, trapping the heat building between your legs as your mind fills with thoughts of Kyle; his soft lips, and his shy, half-lidded gaze that now seems anything but innocent. You picture him here, his hands roaming over your tights as you can feel his hot breath on your dick. "You want this? You really wish this was real, didn't you?" He taunts you, and you take your dick and shove it in his mouth, shutting him up. As Kyle's lips wrap around your cock, his eyes lock onto yours, the spark of defiance still burning within them. You feel a rush of excitement as his tongue slides along the shaft, sending shivers down your spine. Kyle's hands slide up your thighs as yours run through his hair, his fingers tracing the contours of your muscles. His mouth moves in perfect sync with you guiding his head, the suction building in intensity as he takes you deeper. Your breath catches in your throat as Kyle's fingers brush against your balls, which tighten, and in your head, you shoot strings of your hot load down his throat. "F-fuck, Kyle!" You moan as you fill him up with your cum. When you're done, the imagery of him fades away and you're left with your cum on your stomach and your sheets. Too exhausted to care though, you close your eyes and fall asleep. [[Next day.]]

You let out a soft sigh, shifting a little under the blankets to try and push those thoughts from your mind. You've had a long day, and you are exhausted. The warmth of the bed, the soothing quiet of the room, starts to lull you, and soon enough the temptation fades. You close your eyes fully, drawing a deep breath in and letting the weight of your body go lax. You begin to pay attention to the rhythm of your breathing in and out, each breath deeper than the last. Slowly, the thoughts of Kyle subside, taking over the soft darkness that promises rest. The next thing you know, you're drifting to sleep, your body still, mind quiet, waiting for the coming of tomorrow. [[Next day.->next day 2]]

Soft rays of sunlight break through the window, slowly awakening you from your sleep. You groggily stretch under the covers, but as you shift, you feel something a little uncomfortable on your stomach—a dry, sticky residue left over from last night. You glance down, realizing with a sigh that you must have drifted off without cleaning up. There's no immediate rush to take care of it. Slowly, you sit up, feeling the cool air of the room brush against your bare skin as you glance toward the bathroom. This could be your chance to get a little closer to Kyle. You could leave your room naked, and he might see you like this. You can only imagine what his reaction might be. Or, you could just put on some clothes and head to the bathroom instead. [[Put your clothes on and shower.]] [[Walk naked to the bathroom.]]

Soft rays of the morning sun filter through the window, gradually waking you from your sleep. You stretch under the covers groggily, your body is still heavy with the remnants of your dreams. As you shift, you feel an uncomfortable, sticky sensation on your stomach. Glancing down, you realize with a quiet sigh that it's a dry stain. You frown for a moment, unsure of exactly what happened, and then it clicks: "Well, I didn’t jerk off last night, but I had a wet dream about him." The thought lingers, mixing embarrassment with confusion. It makes you feel awkward, but there's no rush to clean up just yet. You sit up slowly, feeling the cool air of the room brush against your bare skin as you glance toward the bathroom. The sheets cling to your body, and for a moment, you hesitate—should you get dressed first or just head to the bathroom as you are? You could use this opportunity to get a little closer to Kyle. You could leave your room naked, and maybe he’ll see you like this. You can only imagine his reaction. Or, you could put on clothes and go to the bathroom instead. [[Put your clothes on and shower.]] [[Walk naked to the bathroom.]]

You slip into your clothes before heading to the bathroom for a quick morning shower. The water helps to wake you up and it washes the stain from last night. After drying off and getting ready, you leave the bathroom. As you're passing through, you spot Kyle in the living room, focused on a book. He looks up as he notices you, giving you a quick nod. "Morning," he says with a faint smile playing on his lips. "Morning to you too," you reply, giving him a small wave before you head out the door to make it to your classes on time. [[After going to classes...]]

The thought of Kyle catching sight of you like this—the way his eyes would linger on every inch of you—hits you like a shock. You don’t even think it through. You just rise from your the comfort of your bed and start moving towards the bathroom, your skin prickling with anticipation. There’s no rush, no reason to hesitate. The apartment is still, save for Kyle, probably slouched on the couch. As you step into the living room, the cool air wraps around you, and you feel exposed and vulnerable. But that feeling doesn’t last long. You glance over, and there he is, on the couch, his eyes snapping up to meet yours. He freezes, the silence between you both stretching out as his gaze travels over your body. His breath hitches—his lips part slightly, eyes wide in shock, but he doesn’t speak. The tension fills the room, heavy and thick. Your pulse speeds up, heat rising in your chest. He can’t look away. It’s like he’s trying to figure out whether he’s actually seeing this or if it’s a dream. You let him take it in for a moment longer before breaking the silence. [[Ask if he likes what he sees.]] [[Say hi.]]

You take a deep shaky breath, trying to steady yourself, and yet your heartbeat doesn't seem to want to slow down. Kyle's hand on your chest is making it hard to focus. You let out a small, nervous laugh and lie, "I'm not nervous." Kyle raises an eyebrow, his expression making it obvious you shouldn't take him for a fool. "Oh, really?" he asks in an almost flirty voice. "Not nervous at all?" You flash him a quick grin, desperately trying to mask the truth. "Nope, not at all. Just... not used to cuddling. Maybe?" Kyle leans in slightly, his lips just an inch away from yours. "Hmm... I don't buy it, $name," he teases, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're so cute when you're nervous and lying to me like this." He pauses, his gaze flickering to your chest as if noticing just now how quickly your heart is pounding. “So, if you're not nervous, why’s your heart racing so much?” he asks, his voice soft but full of curiosity. You try to maintain some composure, but Kyle just keeps looking at you with that amused expression. “Come on, $name... I’m not dumb. You like me, don’t you?” [[No, but for you I'm willing to make an exception.]] [[Only when they're as adorable as you.]] [[No.]]

You take a deep breath, your heart going 100 miles per hour, and not just from the proximity. He could just be seeing this as... well... friendly roommate cuddles, even if the chances of that happening are low. The words you want to say feel as if they're stuck in your throat, but you finally manage to utter, "It's... because I like you, Kyle." His eyes widen a bit from your confession, and for a second, he just stares at you, observing you as you caught him off guard. Then, with a mischievous grin, he leans even more forward and says, "Oh, I like you too, $name. You've been a very good friend so far... cuddling me..." Him saying that makes your cheeks hot, and you quickly stammer out, "I-I mean, in another way... not just as a friend, Kyle." He chuckles softly, his smile widening even more than before. "I know what you meant," he teases. There's a glimmer of something in his eyes—something more than just messing with you. Then, without missing a beat, he asks, “So... you like boys?” You feel your face burn, but you can’t help but respond. [[No, but for you I'm willing to make an exception.]] [[Only when they're as adorable as you.]] [[No.]]

“No.” You say. Kyle freezes, his eyes widening in surprise. “Wait... so... but I’m a guy though…” He seems genuinely taken aback by your answer, his brows furrowing as if trying to process your response. You shift slightly, feeling the need to clarify, and you offer him a small, almost bashful smile. “I’m into feminine guys... femboys too,” you admit, your voice softer than before, but you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed. Well, now that explains a lot," he says, his voice still teasing, but with a warmth that makes your heart race again. "Guess I’ll have to live up to that femboy standard, huh? "What do you mean?" You ask, confusion apparent on your face. "I have some... outfits... if you want to see them..." Your eyes widen at his statement. Him being feminine was obvious, sure. You might have even called him a femboy in your head a few times, but you didn't think he'd for real be... a real femboy. [[Fuck yeah, show them to me.]] [[I'd rather have you like this.]]

“Only if they’re as adorable as you.” You say. Kyle blinks, looking a little surprised at your direct confession. “Oh really? So, you think I’m adorable?” His voice is teasing, but there's a hint of something more underneath. You nod, your eyes tracing the softness of his features, the delicate way he holds himself, and how feminine his movements are. “Yeah, you’re adorable... you’re feminine. It’s like... you know, the way you move, the way you look... It’s all just... cute. And finding guys like you isn't easy.” Kyle’s expression softens, his cheeks flushing slightly, but he looks pleased. “Well, I guess I can’t argue with that,” he says, his voice quieter now, more sincere. “Guess I am kinda cute, huh?” You give him a shy smile, and that’s when he leans in a little closer, his gaze playful yet a little vulnerable. “You know... I’m actually... a femboy. If you want, I could show you some outfits I have... I’ve got a few that might just blow your mind.” You're taken aback. You met like yesterday and now you're cuddling while he's telling you he's a real femboy. Since the first time you saw him, you knew Kyle was feminine, sure, but you never realized just how *fully* he embraced it. “You... you’re a femboy?” you ask. Kyle chuckles softly, his voice playful but with a hint of confidence. “Yeah. Would you like to see?” [[Fuck yeah.->Fuck yeah, show them to me.]] [[I'd rather have you like this.]]

You take a deep breath and say, “No, I’m not into guys, but for you, I’m willing to make an exception.” Kyle freezes, blinking at you in surprise. “Wait... why would you make an exception?” His voice is softer now, curiosity laced with confusion. You shift slightly, feeling the need to explain yourself. “Because... you're adorable,” you say, your voice almost shy. “You’re feminine. The way you move, the way you look... it’s cute. It’s hard to find guys like you, and honestly... you stand out.” Kyle’s cheeks turn a shade of pink, but his smile widens, clearly pleased by your words. “Well, I guess that’s a compliment,” he says, his voice a little quieter now, more sincere. “I’m glad I’m your type.” You smile back at him, the warmth between you growing. Kyle shifts a little closer, his gaze playful but with a touch of vulnerability. “You know... I’m actually a femboy. If you’re into it, I could show you some outfits I have...” You’re taken aback. You’ve only known Kyle for a short time, and here he is, casually telling you he’s a real femboy. “You... you’re a femboy?” you ask. Kyle chuckles softly, confidence creeping into his voice. “Yeah. Would you like to see?” [[Fuck yeah, show them to me.]] [[I'd rather have you like this.]]

"Okay... one more question though... do you wanna... keep going here... or your bedroom?" [[My bedroom.]]

"Okay... one more question though... do you wanna... keep going here... or your bedroom?" [[My bedroom.->no femboy clothes my bedroom]]

Kyle freezes, his eyes wide as he processes what you've just said. “Wait… a-are you serious?” he stammers, looking almost lost in thought as if he’s not quite sure if you’re joking. “Because if you are, that’s... that’s not funny!” His voice is stern, but his cheeks flush pink, which just makes him even more endearing. You chuckle softly, watching his reaction, noting the way he fidgets, his embarrassment clear as he tries to maintain eye contact. His brows furrow slightly, and there's a hint of feistiness when he looks back at you. “$name, if you’re just messing with me, I’ll be really mad!” Your laugh turns sincere. “I’m serious. You’re welcome to crawl into my arms if you’re feeling that scared,” you say, tone teasing but with a gentle warmth. “I’ll hold you.” For a moment, he hesitates, still flushed as his gaze shifts between you and the screen. But then, after what feels like ages, he mutters under his breath, “Fine… fuck it.” He drifts closer, and you open your arms, letting him settle in as he carefully rests his head against your chest. The soft scent of his hair—something floral and distinctly him—fills your senses as he nestles closer. You feel his body begin to relax, and as he leans in, the tension between you both fades, replaced by a warmth that feels comforting and natural. You rest your head on his, breathing in deeply, savoring the quiet closeness that neither of you seems eager to break. A little further into the movie, an explicit scene comes on, the characters lost in a passionate moment. Kyle’s breath catches slightly, and you can feel his breathing quicken as he watches, his gaze momentarily locked on the screen. You sense his discomfort mixed with curiosity, his cheeks deepening in color. You chuckle softly, leaning in just enough for him to hear, and tease, “I’m guessing you haven’t had much of that either?” Kyle swallows, giving a small, embarrassed nod. “Yeah… not really,” he admits quietly, looking up at you through his lashes. There’s a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, as though he’s both shy and curious. You hold his gaze, the air between you charged with unspoken words and possibilities. [[I can change that.]] [[Say nothing.->say nothing 2]]

He clears his throat, barely above a whisper. “U-um... $name, would you mind... cuddling with me?” To say that he's second-guessing himself would be an understatement. His cheeks flush as he shifts slightly, clearly feeling vulnerable. There's a brief pause, and you get the sense that he almost changed his mind about asking, but the words have already left his lips. You smile gently at his shy request. “Of course, Kyle,” you say. “Come here.” You rest your head on him, breathing in deeply, savoring the quiet closeness that neither of you seems eager to break. A little further into the movie, an explicit scene comes on, the characters lost in a passionate moment. Kyle’s breath catches slightly, and you can feel his breathing quicken as he watches, his gaze momentarily locked on the screen. You sense his discomfort mixed with curiosity, his cheeks deepening in color. You chuckle softly, leaning in just enough for him to hear, and tease, “I’m guessing you haven’t had much of that either?” Kyle swallows, giving a small, embarrassed nod. “Yeah… not really,” he admits quietly, looking up at you through his lashes. There’s a hint of vulnerability in his eyes, as though he’s both shy and curious. You hold his gaze, the air between you charged with unspoken words and possibilities. [[I can change that.]] [[Say nothing.->say nothing 2]]

You threat your fingers through Kyle's hair, letting the soft strands slip through your fingertips. He lets out a quiet sigh, closing his eyes as he gets used to your touch. His breathing steadies, and for a moment, he forgets about the spicy movie completely. Your fingers continue their gentle movement, which makes him lean in even closer. He releases a soft moan, barely audible, as he savors every second of your touch. The vulberability in his expression is overwhelming, and it makes you even want to... protect him. Keep him safe. He glances up at you, his eyes half-lidded, his voice barely a whisper. “You’re... really good at this,” he murmurs, a hint of shyness lingering in his tone. You give him a warm smile, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "Glad to hear it," you reply softly, your thumb grazing his cheek in a brief, tender gesture. In the quiet of the moment, the only sound is the soft murmur of the movie in the background, but neither of you seems to notice. "You mentioned you haven't had much of... you know... the *thing* on the TV. I can change that." You say. Kyle leans back, eyes wide with shock and curiosity. "W-what do you mean by that?" he stutters, his face flushed with a deep pink hue. You stay silent, letting your actions speak for you. Your hand moves gently to his face, your thumb brushing lightly over his skin. The touch sends a spark through the air, and as you lean in, his breath catches, his gaze fixed on yours but not pulling away. Time seems to slow, each heartbeat in sync as the space between you shrinks. When his lips finally meet yours, they're even softer than you expected; gentle and warm. Kyle lets out a quiet gasp, and you take advantage of the moment, deepening the kiss. Your hand remains steady on his cheek, while your other arm pulls him in closer. You bite his lower lip softly, feeling the tremor in him before slipping your tongue past his parted lips, savoring the sweetness that feels almost intoxicating. Kyle's hands move to your shoulders, grasping them as he leans in, hesitant but eager, responding with a quiet intensity. The world around you fades away—only the sensation of his lips on yours matters now, moving together in perfect harmony. You stroke his cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from him as he gives in to the kiss, his breath mixing with yours. Every moment draws you further into the perfect, fragile connection between you. When you finally pull away, Kyle stares at you, lost in the moment. His lips are slightly swollen, his eyes sparkling with a swirl of emotions that you can’t quite understand. [[Let him get on your lap.]] [[Push him down on the couch.]]

You thread your fingers through Kyle's fluffy hair, letting the soft strands slip through your fingertips. He releases a quiet sigh, closing his eyes as he relaxes. His breathing steadies, and for a moment, he forgets about the spicy scene on the TV completely. Your fingers continue with their movement, and that makes Kyle lean in even closer. He releases a soft moan as he enjoys every second of you touching him. The vulnerability in his expression is... overwhelming. It just makes you want to protect him. Keep him safe. With half-lidded eyes he looks at you, his voice a soft and timid murdmur. "You're... really good at this," he admits. You give him a warm smile, brushing a lose strand of hair from his forehead. "Glad to hear it," you reply as your thumb caresses his cheek. The only sound in the room with you now is the faint ambience of the TV, though neither of you seem to pay any attention to it—even if it's moans. Kyle edges closer, his breath is warm against your skin and his gaze is flickering briefly to your lips before meeting your eyes. "Y'know..." he begins, his voice a whisper, "I haven't had much... of... you know... the *thing* on the TV." HIs words hang in the air. "Maybe... you could change that?" Before you can even form a response, his hand moves toward your face, his thumb gliding swiftly across your skin. A shiver runs down your spine at the touch, and as he leans in closer, you can feel his breath catch, both of you suspended in the moment. He hesitates for only a moment before he closes the distance, his lips gently meeting yours. The kiss is softer than you expected, warm and tentative at first, but quickly gaining intensity. Kyle’s hands move up, resting on your shoulders, and you feel him pull you closer, his lips growing more confident as he deepens the kiss. He gently bites your lower lip, sending a thrill through your body before he slides his tongue past your lips, tasting you with a slow, teasing movement. His body presses even closer to yours, his hands now gripping your neck, fingers tracing the line of your jaw. The world around you seems to fade away, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the quiet rhythm of your kiss. Every moment feels like a slow, tender dance, his hesitant yet eager movements making your heart race. The vulnerability in his eyes as he pulls away briefly—lips swollen and breathless—is enough to make your chest tighten. His gaze is full of a mix of emotions, but there's something unspoken between you that tells you this is only the beginning. [[Let him get on your lap.]] [[Push him down on the couch.]]

Kyle doesn't hesitate as he slides onto your lap. His movements are fast, full of desire... desire for you... He settles in close, his body warm and flush against yours, and your breath hitches from the feeling of his weight on you. His hands find their way to your chest, sending a spark of heat through you. You can feel his heartbeat as Kyle looks at you, he leans in, closing the distance between you. His lips meet yours again, more urgent this time, and you respond eagerly, feeling the heat rise between you. Every touch, every shift of his body, is a silent plea for more. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close, and as he presses against you, you know there's no turning back. "You know... I'd rather take this somewhere else..." He says. [[Let's go to my bedroom.]] [[Let's go to the bathroom.]]

You push him back onto the couch. He lands with a soft thud, eyes wide and breath hitching. Without hesitation, you lower yourself on top of him, your body pressing into his as you feel his muscles tense beneath you. His hands instinctively grip your waist, and the moment he touches you, it’s like an electric current races through you. His lips find yours again, hungrily, as if he’s been waiting a long time for this. His tongue slips past your lips, and you kiss him back with equal fervor, feeling the heat build between you. You pull away just long enough to look down at him, your chest rising and falling, and you can see the need in his eyes. "You know... I'd rather take this somewhere else..." He says. [[Let's go to my bedroom.]] [[Let's go to the bathroom.]]

(set: $name to (prompt: "What's your name?", "Avery")) (go-to: "Next Passage 2")

You give a soft chuckle, feeling a bit of warmth in your chest as you finally answer, "It’s $name." His eyes seem to brighten slightly, with the faintest smile curling at the corner of his lips. "Nice to meet you, $name," he stammers, his voice still a bit unsure but warming up. "Well, I'll let you do your stuff now and I guess I'll be doing mine. And yeah, thank you for helping me settle." "Anytime, Kyle." You say. You go to your room and study for a while. When you feel that you've learned enough, you decide it's time to sleep. You walk to your bed and peel off your clothes, allowing them to drop to the floor while you let the cool air of the room greet your skin. The bed is inviting, and slipping under the covers, you pull the blankets up around you. The weight of them settles comfortably atop you, and your eyes start to drift shut. As you lie there, your thoughts wander to Kyle—the shy smiles, the small glances, the way he seemed almost nervous yet comfortable around you. You can't help but think... how would it feel to have his asscheeks around your dick, or maybe even have him top you? Your cock stirs beneath the sheets, growing hard as the images of Kyle's body pressed against yours fill your mind. [[Move your hand to your dick.]] [[Just sleep.]]

You wrap your hand firmly around your hard cock, feeling the slick wetness at the tip of your precum as you start to pump slowly, enjoying the friction. The sheets cling to your skin, trapping the heat building between your legs as your mind fills with thoughts of Kyle; his soft lips, and his shy, half-lidded gaze that now seems anything but innocent. You picture him here, his hands roaming over your tights as you can feel his hot breath on your dick. "You want this? You really wish this was real, didn't you?" He taunts you, and you take your dick and shove it in his mouth, shutting him up. As Kyle's lips wrap around your cock, his eyes lock onto yours, the spark of defiance still burning within them. You feel a rush of excitement as his tongue slides along the shaft, sending shivers down your spine. Kyle's hands slide up your thighs as yours run through his hair, his fingers tracing the contours of your muscles. His mouth moves in perfect sync with you guiding his head, the suction building in intensity as he takes you deeper. Your breath catches in your throat as Kyle's fingers brush against your balls, which tighten, and in your head, you shoot strings of your hot load down his throat. "F-fuck, Kyle!" You moan as you fill him up with your cum. When you're done, the imagery of him fades away and you're left with your cum on your sheets. Too exhausted to care though, you close your eyes and fall asleep. [[Next day.->Fall asleep.]]

Classes go by slowly. By the time you're done, your thoughts drift back to the comfort of your apartment—and maybe even spending some time with Kyle. You go back home, anticipating what this evening might hold. When you arrive home, Kyle is sprawled on the couch with the TV remote in his hand, flipping through channels on the screen. He glances up as you walk in, looking both relaxed and expectant. "Hey, welcome back," he greets you as he shifts to make room for you on the couch. "I was thinking... want to watch a movie with me tonight?" He asks. Having some fun—whatever that might mean—with Kyle after those boring-ass classes sounds perfect. You smile and nod as you settle beside him. "Let's watch..." [[Horror.]] [[Steamy romance.]]

You go back to the living room with a plate, handing it to him with a smile. "Here," you say, placing the sandwich in front of him. He looks down at it before picking it up. "Thank you," he mumbles, taking a small bite. You sit down across from him, picking at your own food, the sound of chewing and the occasional //swallowing// filling the air. The silence isn't uncomfortable per say, but there is something about the way he's holding himself that makes you wonder if there's more he's not saying. As you continue to eat, he glances up at you. "People... aren't usually this nice to me..." His words come out almost as an afterthought. The weight of them seems like he's been carrying that truth for a while, waiting to reveal it to the right person. Your brow furrows, the concern in your voice clear as you ask, “Why is that?” He fidgets with the edge of his plate, not wanting to meet your eyes. "I don't know. I'm always to... shy, awkward. And, uh, I guess I'm too 'feminine' for the guys to want me around." He lets out a soft sigh, his shoulders slumping as if the words themsevles carry more burden than solely the meaning behind them. "And I don't really understand girls, either... I guess, I just ed up... being alone, haha." He laughs, but you can tell there's sadness hiding behind that laughter. You watch him for a good second, your heart aching for him. "I'm sorry. You don't deserve that. You seem like a nice person." you try to comfort him, but your words feel too small compared to what he must have been through. Your roommate gives a small shrug, his lips curling up a bit. "It's okay. I'm used to it," he says, though his words don't sound as carefree as he intended them to. "No," you reply quickly, shaking your head. "Someone should never get used to something like that. Especially not you. It's just... it's not right." He shifts a bit, biting his lips as he thinks about what to say to you. "I don't want you to feel bad for me. Or to try and be my friend just because you pity me..." You smile at him, shaking your head again. "No. It's not about feeling bad for you," you say honestly. "I actually... like your personality. You're... real. And I don't think that's something I could just walk away from." Your feminine roommate's expression softens, his cheeks flushing a bit as he looks at you, touched by your sincerity. "Really? You actually like... like me for me?" You nod. "Yes. And I think you deserve someone who sees that." His grin widens, the relief that seems to flood his face makes you feel like you just gave him something he didn't even realize he needed. A friend. "Thanks... I really appreciate that." The words feel like a promise, and something in the air shifts between you, making the moment feel more significant than just an offer of friendship. "So, uh... I kinda have to get going now. I still got some stuff to do." "Oh, okay." You say as you watch him get up from his chair. "So... what are your plans for today?" He asks. "Well, I think I'll study a bit before heading to bed. You?" You reply. "Same. I mean, work. Not study! Haha..." He laughs nervously at his mistake. "Okay. Sounds good. See you around tomorrow then." You flash him a warm smile. "Yeah, see you..." "Wait, before you go... this is going to be so embaressing, but... what's your name? I kinda forgot it..." He blushes as he asks you the question, only for you to realize you don't know his name either. [[Tell him your name.->tell him your name 2]]

(set: $name to (prompt: "What's your name?", "Avery")) (go-to: "Next Passage 3")

You give a soft chuckle, feeling a bit of warmth in your chest as you finally answer, "It’s $name." His eyes seem to brighten slightly, with the faintest smile curling at the corner of his lips. "Nice to meet you, $name," he stammers, his voice still a bit unsure but warming up. "Well, I'll let you do your stuff now and I guess I'll be doing mine." You nod and go to your room and study for a while. When you feel that you've learned enough, you decide it's time to sleep. You walk to your bed and peel off your clothes, allowing them to drop to the floor while you let the cool air of the room greet your skin. The bed is inviting, and slipping under the covers, you pull the blankets up around you. The weight of them settles comfortably atop you, and your eyes start to drift shut. As you lie there, your thoughts wander to Kyle—the shy smiles, the small glances, the way he seemed almost nervous yet comfortable around you. You can't help but think... how would it feel to have his asscheeks around your dick, or maybe even have him top you? Your cock stirs beneath the sheets, growing hard as the images of Kyle's body pressed against yours fill your mind. [[Move your hand to your dick.]] [[Just sleep.]]

Living with him had been surprisingly uneventful. He kept to himself, barely said a word unless necessary, and spent most of his time in his room. You rarely crossed paths, exchanging a half-hearted "hello" only occasionally. It felt as if he was a ghost in the apartment—someone you shared a space with but never truly interacted with. On the rare occasions you did see him, he was quiet, polite, and distant. He paid his share of the rent on time and splitting the costs 50/50 had made things manageable financially. Yet, even with someone around, the place felt just as lonely as before, if not more. You might as well have been living alone for all the connection you had with him. He's not into guys, sadly. A few times he got a few girls over. They were pretty loud. It turned you on hearing him making them moan like that. He'd always apologize for all the sounds, but you didn't mind them that much. [[...]]

It was a regular, boring evening; nothing out of the ordinary. You were in the kitchen, minding your own business, when the loud pounding on the door came out of nowhere, making you flinch so hard you dropped what you were holding. Before you even had time to react, the door was kicked open, crashing into the wall like something out of a show. A crime show. “Police! Don’t move!” Said a hot police officer. Your body froze. The policemen stormed in like they owned the place, shouting commands, guns out, their heavy boots thudding against the floor. Two of them didn’t waste a second—they rushed straight for his room like they already knew exactly where to go. You just stood there, hands slowly raising on their own, your chest tight as your heart threatened to burst out like in those cartoons. “Hands up where we can see them!” one of them barked at you, and all you could do was comply, too stunned to even try to argue. Then came the sounds from his room—shouting, things being knocked over, and your roommate's voice somewhere in the mix. A moment later, they dragged him out, his expression like stone, but his eyes… those eyes were full of hatred and wrath. “What’s… what’s going on?” you managed to stammer, your voice barely holding together. An officer gave you a look—hard, no-nonsense—and said, “We have a warrant to search the property. Stand back.” He ordered. So you did. What else could you do? You stood there like an idiot, watching as they tore through his room like a pack of wolves. Drawers were yanked open, clothes thrown to the floor, and furniture shoved around without a second thought. Then one of them called out, holding up a baggie—no, not just one baggie. Several. “Got it,” the officer said, loud and clear. Your stomach dropped. Drugs. Right here. In his room. In your apartment. The word meth floated around, and it hit you like a slap in the face. Meth. He’d been cooking meth. They didn’t stop there, though. They searched the rest of the place too, like they expected to find more hidden in every corner. You tried to explain—tried to make them understand you had nothing to do with this, that you barely even knew him. After hours of relentless questions and digging, they finally let you off the hook. Said there was no evidence to tie you to anything. But the damage was done. The image of those drugs, the chaos, the way they took him away in cuffs—it stayed with you. It lingered, like smoke that wouldn’t clear out. [[...->... 2]]

The apartment felt different after that—colder, emptier. You didn’t bother looking for another roommate. The fear of letting someone else in, of repeating the same mistake, was too much. At first, it was fine. The quiet didn’t bother you; in fact, it was a relief. But then, the financial strain crept in. Month after month, the rent loomed larger, and soon enough, you were running out of money. [[...->... 3]]

//I can handle it//, you think to yourself. Living alone is a hassle—sometimes you feel lonely, but then again, this is your space; you set your own rules. For the first couple of months, things go pretty well. Your part-time job covers half the rent, and you can still save a little here and there. You cook meals at home most days—no restaurants for you. Your social life isn’t thriving—no nights out or lazy weekends with your friends—but you cherish the silence of your apartment. Your savings are slowly building up, and you’ve learned to prioritize. You can’t afford to mind the occasional ramen noodle dinner. It’s what you have to do to survive. But as the months roll on, the cracks in your plan start to show. Your savings are shrinking faster than you’d like. The part-time job isn’t as reliable as it once was. You thought you could get by with a few hours a week, but rent is creeping up. Those extra $100 a month sting more and more. You’ve had to dip into your savings more than you’d like. On top of that, the heating bills—winter, how lovely—are a shock. Your grocery budget is looking sadder than ever. Adulthood sucks… and not in a fun way. If you thought things couldn’t get worse, your landlord sends a notice saying rent will increase again in three months. This wasn’t part of your plan, and it hit you hard. Your hope takes a hit, but you tell yourself you can manage—just a bit more work and you’ll pull through. Your stress disagrees, though. You start to wish for certain prescription pills right about now, but you know they might affect your studies. All your friends are talking about how much easier it is with roommates. The rent’s split 50/50, and most of the time, they’ve got someone to talk to. Your apartment, on the other hand, feels like a hollow shell at times, and you find yourself wishing for some company—not just to help with the rent, but to break the silence. Sex? Nope. None of that is for you. Sure, having a roommate might make it hard to have someone over—unless you’re fucking your roommate—but how are you supposed to date when you can barely afford a sandwich and a beer? You’ve had a few hookups when your schedule allows, but it’s hardly anything worth mentioning. By the end of the semester, you’re staring at your bank account and wondering if you made the right call these past few months. Sure, you’ve survived, but the financial strain, the loneliness, and the mounting stress are starting to take their toll. You start questioning whether it would have been easier with a roommate—someone to split bills, or just someone to talk to. And then you think of him. The guy you let move in a few months ago. The one with the dark eyes and a past you couldn’t quite figure out. He didn’t say much, didn’t make a fuss. He kept to himself mostly, just paid his share of the rent on time, and lived his life in silence. You barely saw him. He didn’t even greet you most of the time. The whole situation felt… hollow. Lonely, even. You could have sworn you didn’t exist to him. A few "hellos” now and then, but nothing more. Just the emptiness of two people coexisting, sharing space but not a life. It felt like living with a ghost. But then came that night. The police—busting in with sirens blaring, the door slamming open like it was made of paper. You’d barely had a chance to react before they were in your apartment, guns drawn, shouting commands. They tore through the place, looking for anything, everything. They went straight to his room, and you didn’t know what was going on until they came out, dragging him behind them. And in that moment, you understood. Drugs. He’d been cooking meth right under your nose. Your heart sank. The whole time, you had no idea what was really going on. They searched your apartment and questioned you for hours. You tried to explain you had no clue, that you barely knew him beyond surface-level interactions. The police saw it, they got it—no evidence tying you to any of it. But still… you couldn’t shake the feeling. You couldn’t trust anyone after that. And now, after everything, you find yourself in the same position you were before. The rent’s still due. The bills are stacking up. You can’t risk another roommate—not after that. You don’t need more trouble in your life. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll survive this on your own. But you’re starting to wonder if it’s even possible anymore. Careful with what you decide, because your choices have lasting consequences. [[Try to survive like this.]] [[Have sex for money.]]

You lock eyes with him, letting the silence linger until it's unbearable. “Do you like what you see?” You ask. Kyle’s eyes go wide, his breath catching in his throat. For a moment, he just stares, frozen. “A-am I... dreaming?” He says stuttering. You laugh, the sound a little louder than you expected, cutting through the still air. “No. You’re not,” you reply, a smirk tugging at your lips. His gaze flickers between your eyes and your body, his throat working as he stumbles over his words. “Why... why are you naked? Did you forget you have a roommate?” You take a slow step forward, arms crossed, your expression unreadable. “No, I didn't. If we’re going to be living together, we might as well get comfortable with each other.” You wink at him. Seeing him all flustered turns you on. You like having him admire your naked body. Slowly, but surely, you start getting a boner. You weren't planning for that. //Shit,// you curse in your mind. “Or... or you just wanted me to see you like that?” [[Yes, I did.]] [[I have no idea what you're talking about.]]

You lock eyes with him, letting the silence linger until it's unbearable. “Hi,” you say. Kyle’s eyes go wide, his breath catching in his throat. For a moment, he just stares, frozen. “A-am I... dreaming?” he stutters. You laugh, the sound a little louder than you expected “No. You’re not,” you reply, a smirk tugging at your lips. His gaze flickers between your eyes and your body, his throat working as he stumbles over his words. “Why... why are you naked? Did you forget you have a roommate?” You take a slow step forward, arms crossed, your expression unreadable. “No, I didn't. If we’re going to be living together, we might as well get comfortable with each other.” You wink at him. Seeing him all flustered turns you on. You like having him admire your naked body. Slowly, but surely, you start getting a boner. You weren't planning for that. //Shit,// you curse in your mind. “Or... or you just wanted me to see you like that?” [[Yes, I did.]] [[I have no idea what you're talking about.]]

"Yes, I did." You say with a confident tone. Kyle’s gaze flickers downward, enjoying the sight of your growing boner. “Is that why you're getting a semi?” He asks. [[You weren't meant to see that.]] [[Uh...]]

Kyle’s gaze flickers downward, enjoying the sight of your growing boner. “Is that why you're getting a semi?” He asks. [[You weren't meant to see that.]] [[Uh...]]

"Uh..." You say. Or rather, you didn't say anything. You don't know what to say to Kyle. He glances up at you, then back down again, his voice surprisingly gentle. “It’s okay. I... I like it.” Your dick hardens as you hear him say that, swelling to its full, throbbing size, and you can't help but watch as Kyle's eyes devour every inch of you, clearly enjoying the view. [[Ask him if he wants to touch it?]] [[Hehe, I’m glad you like it.]]

He glances up at you, then back down again, his voice surprisingly gentle. “It’s okay. I... I like it.” Your dick hardens as you hear him say that, swelling to its full, throbbing size, and you can't help but watch as Kyle's eyes devour every inch of you, clearly enjoying the view. [[Ask him if he wants to touch it?]] [[Hehe, I’m glad you like it.]]

"You can touch it if you want," you say. Kyle's eyes flicker over your body again, and you catch the way his gaze lingers, considering your offer. Without saying anything, he stands up, taking a slow step towards you. His eyes never leave yours, his gaze heavy, like he's still trying to figure out if this is really happening. Your pulse quickens as Kyle reaches out, his hand hovering just inches from your dick. You can practically feel the heat radiating off his hand. Kyle’s thumb brushes against the tip, barely grazing you. Then, he wraps the rest of his fingers around the shaft. He stops moving for a moment, his eyes flickering to yours, silently asking if it's really okay. You nod slightly, giving him the //permission// he needs. Then, slowly, he starts to move his hand up and down, and you can’t help but let out a soft, involuntary breath. Kyle’s grip becomes firmer as his gaze drifts back to your cock. Precum starts to drip from the tip, which makes Kyle smile. He traces his thumb around the tip again, spreading the invisible liquid, using it to slickly stroke you. "I'm guessing you're liking this..." He says. [[Mhm, good boy.]] [[I do... keep going...]]

"I'm glad you like it," you say. Kyle's eyes flicker over your body again, and you catch the way his gaze lingers, considering your offer. Without saying anything, he stands up, taking a slow step towards you. His eyes never leave yours, his gaze heavy, like he's still trying to figure out if this is really happening. Your pulse quickens as Kyle reaches out, his hand hovering just inches from your dick. You can practically feel the heat radiating off his hand. Kyle’s thumb brushes against the tip, barely grazing you. Then, he wraps the rest of his fingers around the shaft. He stops moving for a moment, his eyes flickering to yours, silently asking if it's really okay. You nod slightly, giving him the //permission// he needs. Then, slowly, he starts to move his hand up and down, and you can’t help but let out a soft, involuntary breath. Kyle’s grip becomes firmer as his gaze drifts back to your cock. Precum starts to drip from the tip, which makes Kyle smile. He traces his thumb around the tip again, spreading the invisible liquid, using it to slickly stroke you. "I'm guessing you're liking this..." He says. [[Mhm, good boy.]] [[I do... keep going...]]

"Fuck... I am a good boy?" He asks, looking at you with puppy eyes. You nod. "Mhm... you are..." You say between moans, "Just... keep going like that..." "You know, I can make you feel a whole lot better... if we could go someplace more... comfortable... like a bed..." He says as he winks at you. [[Let's go to my bedroom.]] [[Let's go to the bathroom.]]

"Fuck... I am a good boy?" He asks, looking at you with puppy eyes. "Just... keep going like that..." You say between moans. "You know, I can make you feel a whole lot better... if we could go someplace more... comfortable... like a bed..." He says as he winks at you. [[Let's go to my bedroom.]] [[Let's go to the bathroom.]]

"Okay," he says as he takes your hand in his, leading you toward your bedroom as if it were his own. Your room is warm and inviting, with soft sunny lighting that casts a golden glow over the walls. A plush bed sits against one side, its white sheets neatly tucked and the pillows perfectly fluffed. Bookshelves line the walls, filled with novels, expensive textbooks, and a few other... //forms of literature//, as well a few framed photos that add a personal touch. “Wow,” Kyle says, his voice full of awe as he glances around. “ Your room’s so much bigger than mine. I’m kind of jealous,” he adds, "I wish I'd gotten this one... even though I know you're renting out the apartment." You chuckle, “Well,” you say with a smirk, “you can always sleep over here sometimes... if not multiple times.” You wink at him, knowing very well you just told him he can stay here if he has sex with you. Kyle laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “You mean that?” “Of course,” you reply as you step closer. You ruffle his hair. “It’s not like I’d kick you out.” "Okay," he says as he pulls you closer to him, your boner rubbing against his tummy. "You're so hard, $name..." "And who's fault is that, Kyle?" "...Mine..." He says with a sheepish smile, "And I'll take care of it. I promise," he winks at you. "And how are you going to do that?" You ask. "Well... however you want me to..." "Hm, how about we start with getting rid of those clothes?" You suggest, your voice full of lust and desire. "Haha, okay..." He says, blushing. [[Rip his clothes off.->rip his clothes off, bedroom]] [[Gently take his clothes off.->gently take his clothes off]] [[Watch him undress on his own.->watch him undress bedroom]]

He grins at your choice, a hint of mischief lighting up his expression. "Shower sex, huh? Alright, lead the way," he says, taking your hand and following you. Inside, he nudges the door shut behind him, the quiet click echoing in the small space. The clean scent of soap lingers, fresh and comforting, while the coolness of the tiles beneath your feet grounds you to the moment. He leans back against the door, his hands finding your waist with an unspoken urgency. His grip is firm but warm, his fingertips brushing against your skin through the fabric, sending tiny shivers up your spine. Before you can process the closeness, his lips crash against yours, a mix of sweetness and fire. His lips are soft—softer than you imagined—like brushing against velvet, but the pressure is anything but gentle. It’s intense and raw, yet laced with a tenderness that makes your chest tighten. You can taste something sweet on him, like the faint trace of fruit or candy, and it only draws you deeper into the kiss. His hands tighten slightly on your waist, anchoring you to him, pulling you closer as his lips move with yours in perfect rhythm. Every sensation is heightened—the heat of his breath, the way his lips mold against yours, the faint rasp of his skin when his stubble grazes against your cheek. Your hands instinctively find his shoulders, steadying yourself as your heart races, drowning in his warmth. [[Bite his lips.]] [[Do nothing.]]

You gently catch his lower lip between your teeth, applying pressure and sending a jolt through him. His sharp intake of breath is intoxicating, a soft gasp that tells you he wasn’t expecting it but isn’t about to stop you. His lips part in response, and you don’t hesitate letting your tongue slide forward, brushing against his as you deepen the kiss. The sweetness you tasted before becomes more intense, mingling with the warmth of him. His tongue meets yours, hesitant at first, but quickly matching your rhythm with an eager intensity that makes your heart pound even harder. His hands tighten on your waist, fingers pressing into you like he’s afraid to let go. The kiss becomes a slow, deliberate dance—each movement deliberate yet spontaneous, as if the two of you were made to fit together this way. The heat between you builds with every passing second, the cool tiles beneath your feet contrasting sharply with the fire in your chest. Kyle groans softly against your lips, his voice low and muffled.Your hands slide up from his shoulders, tangling in his hair, pulling him even deeper into the kiss. When you finally break apart, it’s only to catch your breath, both of you panting slightly as you lean against each other. His eyes are darker now, glazed with something you can’t quite place but that sends a thrill through you. He gives a crooked smile, licking his lips, and it’s almost enough to pull you back in. "You’re full of surprises, $name," he murmurs, his voice husky and low. [[There's more where that came from.->There’s more of where that came from.]] [[Look who’s talking.]]

Kyle’s lips press harder against yours, the kiss deepening with a mix of urgency and tenderness. Then, with a flicker of mischief, he gently catches your lower lip between his teeth. The pressure sends a shiver racing through you, sharp and electric, drawing a soft gasp from your throat. He releases it just as quickly, soothing the spot with his lips, a playful growl rumbling low in his chest. Before you can fully recover, his lips part against yours, and his tongue slips forward, brushing tentatively against your own. The sensation sends a spark through you—warm and wet, soft but deliberate. His hesitance vanishes in an instant as he slides his tongue deeper, exploring with a boldness that makes your breath hitch. The sweetness you noticed before lingers on his tongue, mingling with the heat of him, a contrast that leaves you dizzy. He meets your rhythm eagerly, every movement sending waves of warmth flooding your chest. His hands tighten on your waist, grounding you as the kiss deepens. His grip is firm yet tender, his fingertips pressing just enough to make your skin hum with awareness. The kiss becomes an unspoken conversation—a delicate balance of passion and playfulness, as though you were meant to fit together this way. Kyle groans softly, the sound vibrating through you as his tongue moves with yours, deliberate and unhurried. It feels both intimate and overwhelming, the kind of connection that makes the world around you disappear entirely. When you finally break apart, your foreheads rest together, both of you panting as if you’d just run a race. His eyes meet yours, darker now and brimming with an emotion you can’t quite name but that sends a thrill racing through you. He smirks, licking his lips, the gesture so casually intimate that it makes your stomach flip. "You’re full of surprises, $name," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. [[There's more where that came from.->There’s more of where that came from.]] [[Look who’s talking.]]

"There's more where that came from." You say, smirking at him. "Hmm, I bet there is. But first, I should ditch these clothes." [[Rip his clothes off.]] [[Gently take his clothes off.]] [[Watch him undress on his own.]]

"Look who's talking," you say to him with a smirk. "You were so shy and cute... and... innocent... I had no idea you were such a beast..." "I know. I just couldn't resist you... you're so fucking hot, $name... and I want every inch of you..." Kyle says with a mischievous smile. "I think I should ditch these clothes, don't you think?" [[Rip his clothes off.]] [[Gently take his clothes off.]] [[Watch him undress on his own.]]

Without forewarning, your fingers clutch the edge of Kyle's garment. His eyes grow wide, his lips quivering as though to object, but no utterance escapes. With a decisive yank, the material relinquishes itself, sliding past his head and leaving his curly locks disheveled, a chaotic halo framing his crimson, flustered visage. His slender frame is exposed, delicate, and almost fragile, with a soft curve to his shoulders and a tiny waist. His smooth skin glows faintly in the dim light, unmarked and perfect, a canvas of vulnerability. Kyle freezes, his hands instinctively flying to his chest as if to shield himself, but you don’t give him the chance. You kneel down in front of him and move your fingers to the waistband of his jeans, deftly popping the button before dragging the denim down in one swift motion. The fabric clings for a moment before pooling at his ankles, leaving him standing there, trembling in nothing but his underwear. Then, gently, you slide his underwear off too, revealing his throbbing dick. “K-Keep your eyes up!” he stammers, his voice shaking as his hands dart to cover his crotch. You stand up. His blush deepens to a fiery red, spreading down his neck to his chest. His smooth legs press tightly together, his entire body language screaming nervousness. But you can’t look away. His beauty—his soft features, his shy attempt to hide himself, and the way the light plays along his skin—stirs something primal within you. “Kyle…” you murmur, stepping closer. "It's okay... you don’t have to be shy with me..." He swallows hard, his hands trembling as they grip tighter. [[Take his hands off his crotch.]] [[Ask him to remove his hands from his crotch.]]

Without forewarning, your hands softly grasp the edge of Kyle's shirt. His eyes widen, lips parting as if to protest, but no words come forth. With a careful motion, you ease the fabric up, slipping it over his head, and his curly hair tumbles free, a messy halo framing his flushed, uncertain face. His slender frame is revealed, delicate, and almost fragile, with a soft curve to his shoulders and a small, graceful waist. His smooth skin catches the dim light, glowing faintly, untouched and perfect, vulnerable. Kyle stills, his hands instinctively flying to his chest as though to shield himself, but you gently guide them away. Kneeling before him, you slide your hands to the waistband of his jeans, undoing the button with slow precision before guiding the fabric down his hips. The denim clings for a moment before it pools at his ankles, leaving him standing there, trembling, in nothing but his underwear. With equal care, you slide his underwear off, revealing his body completely. “K-Keep your eyes up!” he stammers, his voice trembling as his hands rush to cover himself. You rise slowly, meeting his gaze. His blush deepens to a fiery red, spilling down his neck and chest. His legs pressed tightly together, his entire posture tense with nervousness. But you can’t look away. The beauty of his form—his soft features, the way he tries to hide, and how the light dances across his smooth skin—draws you in. “Kyle…” you murmur softly, stepping closer. “It’s okay... you don’t have to be shy with me.” He swallows hard, his hands still trembling as they grip tighter. [[Take his hands off his crotch.]] [[Ask him to remove his hands from his crotch.]]

Kyle's fingers brush the hem of his shirt as he glances at you. Avoiding your gaze, he slowly pulls the fabric upward. The shirt slips over his head, leaving his curly hair slightly mussed, falling softly around his face. His frame is slender and almost even fragile, with a delicate curve to his shoulders and a tiny waist. His smooth skin glows faintly in the dim light, untouched by a single blemish or hair. He fidgets under your gaze, his arms crossing over his stomach for a moment before he takes a breath and continues. His jeans come next, his trembling hands working the button loose and easing the fabric down his slim hips. As the denim pools around his ankles, he steps out of them quickly, almost stumbling in his rush to cover himself. Kyle’s hands move instinctively to his crotch, shielding himself from view as his blush deepens into a fiery red. “Don’t… don’t look too much,” he mumbles. He shifts his weight nervously, his smooth legs pressed close together as if he’s trying to make himself smaller. You smile, admiring his beautiful body that he's shyly trying to hide. Your dick has never been harder. His eyes dart up to meet yours for just a second before falling again, the vulnerability in his expression stirring something deep within you. He’s trying so hard to hide, but the delicate beauty of his form—his soft features, the way the light plays along his skin—makes it impossible not to notice. You take a small step forward, your voice gentle. “Kyle… you don’t have to be shy with me...” He swallows hard, his hands gripping tighter. [[Take his hands off his crotch.]] [[Ask him to remove his hands from his crotch.]]

Demo ends here, buddy.

"Okay," he says as he gets up and starts walking to his room. A few moments later, Kyle returns, looking different—dressed up as a femboy. He’s wearing a tight, pastel-colored crop top, a short skirt that hugs his hips, and knee-high stockings with cute lace trim. His hair is styled perfectly, and he’s even added subtle makeup to accentuate his features. You can’t help but smile, your eyes scanning him up and down. “Damn, Kyle… you look incredible,” you say, your voice thick with //desire//. He smirks, a soft blush creeping onto his cheeks as he strikes a playful pose. “You like it?” he asks, his voice laced with teasing. “Like it? You’re fucking hot,” you reply. You step closer to him, your fingers brushing his arm before gently taking his hand. “Come on,” you add, leading him into your bedroom. Your room is warm and inviting, with soft sunny lighting that casts a golden glow over the walls. A plush bed sits against one side, its white sheets neatly tucked and the pillows perfectly fluffed. Bookshelves line the walls, filled with novels, expensive textbooks, and a few other... forms of literature, along with a few framed photos that add a personal touch. “Wow,” Kyle says, his voice full of awe as he glances around. “Your room’s so much bigger than mine. I’m kind of jealous,” he adds, “I wish I'd gotten this one... even though I know you're renting out the apartment.” You chuckle, “Well,” you say with a smirk, “you can always sleep over here sometimes... if not multiple times.” You wink at him, knowing very well you just told him he can stay here if he has sex with you. Kyle laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “You mean that?” “Of course,” you reply as you step closer. You ruffle his hair. “It’s not like I’d kick you out.” You start to undress, pulling off your shirt and tossing it aside. The room feels warmer now, the air between you two charged. You unbutton your jeans slowly, feeling Kyle’s gaze on you, the slight shift in his posture making you aware of how much he’s watching. You slide them off, standing in just your boxers now, feeling a mix of self-consciousness and anticipation. Kyle’s eyes are fixed on you as he takes in the sight, his lips parting slightly. “Damn, $name... you look so hot,” he says, his voice low, almost a whisper. You raise an eyebrow, the compliment hitting you in a way you didn’t expect. You smirk, feeling a rush of confidence. "Glad you think so," you reply, your voice playful. He pulls you closer to him, your boner rubbing against his tummy. "You're so hard, $name..." "And who's fault is that, Kyle?" "...Mine..." He says with a sheepish smile, "And I'll take care of it. I promise," he winks at you. "And how are you going to do that?" You ask. "Well... however you want me to..." "Hm, how about we start with getting rid of those clothes?" You suggest, your voice full of lust and desire. "Haha, okay..." He says, blushing. [[Rip his clothes off.->rip his clothes off, bedroom, femboy]] [[Gently take his clothes off.->gently take his clothes off, femboy]] [[Watch him undress on his own.->watch him undress bedroom, femboy]]

"Okay," he says as he takes your hand in his, leading you toward your bedroom as if it were his own. Your room is warm and inviting, with soft sunny lighting that casts a golden glow over the walls. A plush bed sits against one side, its white sheets neatly tucked and the pillows perfectly fluffed. Bookshelves line the walls, filled with novels, expensive textbooks, and a few other... //forms of literature//, along with a few framed photos that add a personal touch. “Wow,” Kyle says, his voice full of awe as he glances around. “Your room’s so much bigger than mine. I’m kind of jealous,” he adds, “I wish I'd gotten this one... even though I know you're renting out the apartment.” You chuckle, “Well,” you say with a smirk, “you can always sleep over here sometimes... if not multiple times.” You wink at him, knowing very well you just told him he can stay here if he has sex with you. Kyle laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. “You mean that?” “Of course,” you reply as you step closer. You ruffle his hair. “It’s not like I’d kick you out.” You start to undress, pulling off your shirt and tossing it aside. The room feels warmer now, the air between you two charged. You unbutton your jeans slowly, feeling Kyle’s gaze on you, the slight shift in his posture making you aware of how much he’s watching. You slide them off, standing in just your boxers now, feeling a mix of self-consciousness and anticipation. Kyle’s eyes are fixed on you as he takes in the sight, his lips parting slightly. “Damn, $name... you look so hot,” he says, his voice low, almost a whisper. You raise an eyebrow, the compliment hitting you in a way you didn’t expect. You smirk, feeling a rush of confidence. "Glad you think so," you reply, your voice playful. He pulls you closer to him, your boner rubbing against his tummy. "You're so hard, $name..." "And who's fault is that, Kyle?" "...Mine..." He says with a sheepish smile, "And I'll take care of it. I promise," he winks at you. "And how are you going to do that?" You ask. "Well... however you want me to..." "Hm, how about we start with getting rid of those clothes?" You suggest, your voice full of lust and desire. "Haha, okay..." He says, blushing. [[Rip his clothes off.->rip his clothes off, bedroom, femboy]] [[Gently take his clothes off.->gently take his clothes off, femboy]] [[Watch him undress on his own.->watch him undress bedroom, femboy]]

You reach for the handle and turn the water on. The familiar his of the showerhead fills the space. It takes a few seconds for the hot water to come out, and then it does, steam begins to arise, curling into the air around the two of you. You step back a bit, letting Kyle be the first to feel the spray. At first, the hot water catches him off guard, and he shivers, placing his hands on his upper arms as the warmth rolls over his skin, inhaling a sharp breath, while he tries to adjust to the sensation. His pale skin flushes faintly under the heat as the water trails down his chest and over his slim waist. The steam begins to cloud the air, casting Kyle in an almost celestial glow. His wet curls cling to his forehead, the droplets glistening like tiny jewels as they slide down his face and neck. His long lashes, damp from the water, frame his wide eyes, which are glancing up at you. The hot water carves intricate paths over his body, tracing his collarbones and shoulders, flowing over his smooth chest, and cascading along his narrow hips. He tilts his head back a bit, letting the water soak through his hair and fall down his back. To see him like this—so vulnerable, yet so stunning—leaves you breathless. The way the water dances over his lithe form, the glistening sheen it leaves behind, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes are mesmerizing. Kyle catches you watching, his blush deepening even as the steam begins to paint his cheeks pink. “What?” he asks softly, his voice barely audible over the sound of the water. “Nothing,” you reply, shaking your head with a small smile. “You just… look good, that’s all. You're so... beautiful.” He turns to the side and scratches the back of his head. "Thanks..." [[Lean in and kiss his neck.]]

You take a step closer, your heart pounding in your chest. With every movement, the space between you seems to tighten, the heat growing as you draw nearer. You reach for Kyle's back, your hand pressing lightly against the smoothness of his damp skin. His breath catches for a second as you slowly slide your fingers down, tracing the curve of his spine, feeling the warmth of his body. Leaning in, you let your lips hover just beside his ear. You let your lips graze his neck, the soft warmth tempting you to press closer. You kiss him gently at first, your lips barely brushing against his skin, just a soft connection that makes his body shiver. The sound of your kiss is quiet—just a soft press, followed by a sigh from Kyle. His hands instinctively find their way to your back, his fingers gripping lightly at first, then tightening as he melts into the sensation. His body shudders under your touch, and he tilts his head, giving you more room. You kiss again, this time with more pressure, your lips pressing firmly against the delicate curve of his neck. The sensation of his pulse quickening against you sends warmth through your chest. Kyle lets out a soft moan as you suck on his skin, his voice low and breathless. “$name... that feels really good...” he murmurs, his voice shaking. Your hands move slowly from his back, tracing down the soft line of his waist. His breath hitches, and his hands grip your shoulders, pulling you closer, urging you to kiss him deeper. The water falls around you both, its constant rush mixing with the sound of his breathless noises. You press your lips gently to the sensitive spot beneath his ear, lingering there for a moment, feeling the warmth of his skin. Kyle gasps, his fingers sliding into your hair, pulling you in. His head tilts back, exposing even more of his neck as he melts into the kiss. "$name... I think you just gave me a hickey..." He breathes out, his fingers lightly grazing the spot where you left your mark. You pull back to look at his skin, and sure enough, there's a faint bruise as you claim him as yours. "Yeah..." you murmur, a slight smirk playing on your lips. He hesitates for a moment, then looks up at you, his cheeks flushed. "C-can I do the same to you?" [[Go ahead.]] [[Nah...]]

Kyle’s lips press gently against your neck, the warmth of his mouth sending a shiver through you. His kiss starts soft but soon deepens as he applies a little more pressure, moving slowly over your skin. Each kiss feels tender, and intimate, like he’s savoring the moment. You feel the slight suction, the gentle pressure of his lips marking you with a lingering kiss. His breath is warm against you, his hands resting lightly on your shoulders. Kyle’s lips leave your neck and trail down, moving with intent over your collarbone, his kisses growing warmer as he shifts toward the middle of your chest. His lips press against the skin of your chest, soft and slow. He moves one hand towards your nipple, pressing it gently between his index and thumb. “May I?” he asks quietly. [[Sure...]] [[Maybe not.]]

"Oh, alright..." he murmurs, though the hint of disappointment lingers in his tone. His eyes flicker up to yours, and a mischievous smirk slowly spreads across his lips. "If not your neck... there are other things I could suck," he says, his gaze dipping deliberately to your nipples and boner before locking onto yours again. "What do you say?" [[Why don’t you show me just how talented that mouth is... on my cock?->Why don’t you show me just how talented that mouth is?]] [[Why don’t you show me just how talented that mouth is... on my nipples?]] [[I was thinking of something even better.]]

Kyle's lips trail from the center of your chest with deliberate gentleness, each kiss leaving a warm, wet sensation as his tongue lightly brushes your skin. The heat of his mouth grows more pronounced as he moves closer to your nipple, making your skin tingle in anticipation. You run your fingers through Kyle's damp hair, the soft strands slipping between them, while your other hand braces against the cool wall. His kisses are wet, and the glide of his tongue adds a teasing intensity as his warm breath sends a shiver through you. When his lips reach your nipple, the sensation shifts. His mouth presses more firmly, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin in slow, deliberate circles. The heat and wetness create a jolt of pleasure that makes your chest tighten. Each kiss and slide of his tongue sends waves of sensation coursing through you, making your body shiver with every touch. As your grip on his hair tightens, Kyle adjusts, his pace quickening slightly, leaving you breathless. He moves to your other nipple, and while the sensation isn’t as surprising as before, it still sends pleasurable ripples through you, leaving you craving more of his touch. "You know... I can suck other things too," Kyle says, a playful glint in his eyes. You chuckle. "Oh really? And what might those 'other things' be?" you tease. He smirks, his gaze drifting downward toward your boner before meeting your eyes again. "Well," he murmurs, "what do you say?" [[Why don’t you show me just how talented that mouth is?]] [[I was thinking of something even better.]]

"Oh, alright..." he murmurs, though the hint of disappointment lingers in his tone. His eyes flicker up to yours, and a mischievous smirk slowly spreads across his lips. "If not your neck... there are other things I could suck," he says, his gaze dipping deliberately to your boner before locking onto yours again. "What do you say?" [[Why don’t you show me just how talented that mouth is?]] [[I was thinking of something even better.]]

Slowly, he moved one knee on the ground, followed by the other. As he did, his nails gently scratched your stomach. As he reached your waist, he wraps his fingers around your dick, his index right below the tip. While looking at you with puppy eyes, he starts to move his hand up and down. The water only makes the pleasure from the friction more intense. He moves his head closer to your meat; you can feel his hot breath on your cock, despite all the steam surrounding the two of you. "Tell me, $name, how badly you want my mouth around your cock?" He says as he places his other hand on your balls, playing with them. [[Beg him to suck your dick.]] [[Tell him a lot.]] [[Shove your dick in his mouth.]]

"How about..." You start... [[I give those nipples some love.]] [[I get on my knees for you.]] [[You turn around for me.]] [[I turn around for you.]] [[Never mind... get on your knees.]]

Kyle smashes his lips against yours before moving down your chin, throat, and then the middle of your chest, each kiss leaving a warm, wet sensation as his tongue lightly brushes your skin. The heat of his mouth grows more pronounced as he moves closer to your nipple, making your skin tingle in anticipation. You run your fingers through Kyle's damp hair, the soft strands slipping between them, while your other hand braces against the cool wall. His kisses are wet, and the glide of his tongue adds a teasing intensity as his warm breath sends a shiver through you. When his lips reach your nipple, the sensation shifts. His mouth presses more firmly, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin in slow, deliberate circles. The heat and wetness create a jolt of pleasure that makes your chest tighten. Each kiss and slide of his tongue sends waves of sensation coursing through you, making your body shiver with every touch. As your grip on his hair tightens, Kyle adjusts, his pace quickening slightly, leaving you breathless. He moves to your other nipple, and while the sensation isn’t as surprising as before, it still sends pleasurable ripples through you, leaving you craving more of his touch. "You know... I can suck something else too," He smirks, his gaze drifting downward toward your boner before meeting your eyes again. "Well," he murmurs, "what do you say?" [[Let him suck your dick.->Why don’t you show me just how talented that mouth is?]] [[I was thinking of something even better.]]

"Please... Kyle... I'm begging you... suck my dick..." You say. “Mhm… you want to feel my tongue on your dick?” he asks, his voice low and teasing. You nod in response, unable to speak. “Bet… your dick is twitching so hard,” he whispers, a sly smile playing on his lips. Keeping his eyes locked on yours, he slowly sticks out his tongue. He leans in, starting at the base near your balls, and drags his tongue up the length of the shaft, stopping when he reaches the tip. Then, he parts his lips and kisses it before opening his mouth wider and wrapping his soft lips around the head. He begins to move his tongue, swirling it slowly around the tip, expertly teasing your most sensitive spot and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You groan as he wraps his thumb and index finger at the base, moving his head forward, taking your cock deeper into his mouth. "Fuck... you're like a professional," you say as his tongue slides alongside your shaft. You can't see it on his lips, as they're on your dick, but by the spark in his eyes, you can tell that you made him smile. He takes your hand and moves it to the back of your head, hinting at you that he wants you to take charge of the pace. [[Gently move his head.]] [[Roughly fuck his mouth.]]

"A lot... I want to feel your tongue on my dick so bad, Kyle..." You say. “Mhm… you want to feel my tongue on your dick?” he asks, his voice low and teasing. You nod in response, unable to speak. “Bet… your dick is twitching so hard,” he whispers, a sly smile playing on his lips. Keeping his eyes locked on yours, he slowly sticks out his tongue. He leans in, starting at the base near your balls, and drags his tongue up the length of the shaft, stopping when he reaches the tip. Then, he parts his lips and kisses it before opening his mouth wider and wrapping his soft lips around the head. He begins to move his tongue, swirling it slowly around the tip, expertly teasing your most sensitive spot and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You groan as he wraps his thumb and index finger at the base, moving his head forward, taking your cock deeper into his mouth. "Fuck... you're like a professional," you say as his tongue slides alongside your shaft. You can't see it on his lips, as they're on your dick, but by the spark in his eyes, you can tell that you made him smile. He takes your hand and moves it to the back of your head, hinting at you that he wants you to take charge of the pace. [[Gently move his head.]] [[Roughly fuck his mouth.]]

Not wanting to admit how much you want it, you decide to show him instead. You take your dick in hand, then push it into his mouth. He coughs and his eyes widen in surprise, unprepared for your sudden move. But soon, he adjusts, getting used to your size. He begins to move his tongue, swirling it slowly around the tip, expertly teasing your most sensitive spot and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You groan as he wraps his thumb and index finger at the base, moving his head forward, taking your cock deeper into his mouth. "Fuck... you're like a professional," you say as his tongue slides alongside your shaft. You can't see it on his lips, as they're on your dick, but by the spark in his eyes, you can tell that you made him smile. He takes your hand and moves it to the back of your head, hinting at you that he wants you to take charge of the pace. [[Gently move his head.]] [[Roughly fuck his mouth.]]

You start moving his head back and forth quickly. His hands grip your thighs tightly for support as you fuck his face. With every inch of your cock he takes, the more he chokes, but you don’t care. All that matters right now is the feeling of his warm mouth enveloping you, the tightness around your shaft, and the way your body responds to each thrust. The sucking sounds, the wetness of his lips, the way his throat tightens around you as he struggles to keep up... Your precum is already coating his tongue, and you can feel the wetness spreading with each movement. You grip the sides of his head, holding him steady as your hips move faster, driving deeper. The more you fuck him, the more perfect it feels—his mouth, so hot and soft, taking you completely. The sensation of the tip hitting the back of his throat and sliding down is intoxicating. You can feel every inch of his throat working around you, each tight swallow sending waves of pleasure through your body. Before long, he can take your whole cock without struggling. His body reacts to every thrust, his lips pressing tighter around you as you slide in and out. “Fuck, Kyle... this feels... so...” You thrust deeper, the motion slick and urgent. “Fucking...” Another thrust, harder this time, “GOOD!” If you keep going like this, you will cum. [[Cum.]] [[Not yet.]]

You start moving his head back and forth slowly, your hands gently guiding him. His hands rest lightly on your thighs for support, the warmth of his touch grounding you as you ease your cock into his mouth. He takes you in gradually, the rhythm tender, as you focus on the sensation of him adjusting to you. All that matters right now is the feeling of his warm mouth surrounding you, the way his lips softly slide over your shaft. The wetness of his tongue, the delicate suction, sends shivers through your body. You lightly grip the sides of his head, holding him with care as you begin to move your hips, rocking gently into his mouth. Before long, he can take you deeper, his body relaxing into the rhythm, his throat working around you with each gentle thrust. You move with him, each stroke smooth and deliberate. “Fuck, Kyle... this feels... so...” You thrust softly, pulling him in closer. “Fucking...” Another gentle thrust, “Good!” If you keep going like this, you will cum. [[Cum.]] [[Not yet.]]

You decide to shoot your load. The only question is... where? [[Cum on his face.]] [[Cum down his throat.]]

"I want to...", you start... [[Give your nipples some love.->I give those nipples some love.]] [[Get on my knees for you.->I get on my knees for you.]] [[I want you to turn around for me.->You turn around for me.]] [[Turn around for you.->I turn around for you.]]

Your hands glide down his chest before you lean in, your lips pressing softly against the center of his chest, the warmth of his skin lingering on your mouth. "You’re so beautiful, Kyle," you murmur, your voice barely above a breath. Your lips trail sideways, brushing over one of his nipples. You pause, your tongue flicking out lightly, testing for his reaction. Kyle inhales sharply, his hands gripping your shoulders as his chest rises under your touch. You press your lips fully against him, your tongue circling the sensitive skin before closing your mouth gently around it. His breath catches, and you feel his heartbeat quicken beneath your lips. “You like that?” you whisper against him as you suck his nipple while playing with the other one. His low, shaky exhale is all the answer you need. You keep going at it, enjoying his whimpers as you gently nib at his cherries. You do the same for this other nipple. [[Move lower...->I get on my knees for you.]] [[Do something else...]]

The shower floor presses into your knees as you sink down, the heat from the tiles sinking into your skin. It’s intense, the warmth making everything feel sharper. Water pours over you, amplifying the sensation. Your breath catches as you look up at him, the heat around you thick, your body light despite the pressure beneath you. Slowly, your hands move along his thighs. He whimpers at your touch, "$name..." Hearing him say your name, you can't help but take his hard-on in your hand, stroking it slowly. You stick your tongue out, finding his wet tip with it. The water has washed away any trace of scent as you wrap your lips around the head, hearing him moan softly. You slide your tongue down his shaft, moving toward his balls, sure that you’ll have him leaking his tasty pre-cum in no time. He puts his hand on the back of your head, carefully guiding your head as you suck his dick. "F-fuck, $name... your mouth... it... it feels so fucking..." He can't finish his sentence as it's interrupted by his own moan, which you doubt he has much control over. About him leaking, you were right. A few moments of his dick in your wet mouth and you can taste his salty precum on your tongue. [[Slide your fingers to his hole.]] [[Keep sucking his dick.]]

"Gladly," Kyle says as he turns around, leaning against the wall, revealing his perfect bubble butt for you. "It's all yours, $name." "All mine?" You ask, your voice laced with horniness. "Y-yes... my whole body is yours. You can do whatever you want to me, $name..." "Well, in that case..." You place your hands on his waist and turn him around. You take a moment to enjoy the sight of his perfect, bubble butt. One of your hands slides from his waist to his ass, giving it a nice squeeze. [[Slap it.]] [[Don't slap it.]]

"How about I turn around for you...?" You ask, your voice full of lust and desire for Kyle to take control of you. "Oh, really now... and here I am thinking I'd be the one taking it up the ass..." "Shut up," You say as you turn around, leaning against the wall as water flows down your body. "Before I change my mind," You finish your sentence. Kyle puts his hand on your ass. "Fuck... your ass looks so good, $name. And it's about to be dominated by a femboy." [[Let him take control and do whatever he wants.]] [[Tell him what to do.]]

You pull out just in time, stroking your wet cock a few times as Kyle's hands gently massage your balls. The tension builds, and you feel them tighten before warm cum begins to shoot from your shaft. Kyle closes his eyes and sticks out his tongue, catching some of your release on it while the rest paints his face in white streaks. He pulls his tongue back into his mouth, savoring the taste. “Fuck... that tastes so good,” he murmurs, satisfaction obvious in his voice. As he speaks, the warm water from the shower streams over him, washing away the streaks on his face. Droplets run down his skin, carrying away every trace of your sperm until his face is clean again. He then gets up from his knees and asks "So... now what?" [[We stop here.]] [[We're not done yet.]]

As the tension builds and your cock begins to twitch, you hold Kyle in place, keeping yourself deep in his mouth. His throat tightens instinctively around you as you release, the first spurt forcing its way down. He gags slightly but adjusts quickly, his hands gripping your thighs for balance as he swallows around your shaft. The sensation is almost overwhelming—his throat working to take every drop, the vibrations of his soft gagging noises sending shivers through you. His watery eyes glance up at you, his cheeks flushed, but he doesn’t stop, determined to take it all. When your release finally slows, he pulls back just enough to lick the tip clean, his tongue flicking over you with deliberate care. He gasps softly, catching his breath, his lips red and glistening. “Fuck... you taste so good,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse but satisfied. The warm water cascades over both of you, washing away the traces of the moment as Kyle wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He then gets up from his knees and asks "So... now what?" [[We stop here.]] [[We're not done yet.]]

You chuckle, reaching out to wipe a few stray droplets from his cheek. “Now? We clean up properly. This shower isn’t just for show, you know.” The two of you laugh together, and as you lather up, the mood shifts into something lighter but still charged with the energy of //what// you’ve just done. Once you’re both rinsed off, Kyle leans against the tiled wall, watching you closely. “You know... we should definitely do that a lot more,” he says with a shy smile, his eyes uncertain but eager. You tilt your head, smirking. “Oh, is that right?” He nods, the water trickling over his face as he bites his lower lip. “Yeah. I mean... this was amazing, but I gotta ask—what about... us? Do you think there’s room for, like, a relationship here? Or are you not looking for that right now?” You consider his question carefully, knowing this very moment could shape your whole life. [[Ask him out on a date.]] [[Tell him that you don't have time for dating.]]

"But you just came, man... I mean, I haven’t, but you don’t have to worry about—" Before he can finish, you cut him off by pulling him into a firm kiss, silencing his words with the press of your lips. “We’re done when I say we’re done,” you growl, your voice dripping with dominance, leaving no room for him to argue. "Fuck... that was so hot..." "I want to...", you start... [[Give your nipples some love.->I give those nipples some love.]] [[Get on my knees for you.->I get on my knees for you.]] [[I want you to turn around for me.->You turn around for me.]] [[Turn around for you.->I turn around for you.]]

Demo ends here, buddy.

Your fingers find their way to his tight entrance. As you gently rub the area with your index finger, he trembles. When you slowly push in a few centimeters, he gasps. Your finger slides in easily thanks to the water. "K-keep going..." You feel him relax, which lets you slide even more of your finger in. You had no idea you'd be fingering and blowing your feminine roommate so soon, but you're not complaining. After sliding your finger in and out for a while, you sense that he's ready for one more, so you insert your middle finger in too. His hole is so fucking tight... and you can't help but wonder how your dick would feel in it. You might want to do that before he jizzes in your mouth. [[Turn him around and slide your dick in him.]] [[Let him cum in your mouth.]]

He pulls your hair a bit in a failed attempt to stop you. "D-dude... if you don't stop... I'm gonna—f-fuck, FUCK!" He swears as his dick begins to twitch in your mouth. He shoots his load in your mouth. It lands on your tongue and it's much stronger than his precum. It's much tastier too. Bitter. Sweet. But mostly salty. It's a perfect delicious combination of him. As his string of cum hits your throat, sliding down it, you choke at its thickness, but you don't bother pulling out. Not until he's finished nutting in your mouth. When he's done, he pulls his dick out. "Fuck... that... was the best blowjob... I've ever gotten... man... $name..." [[Round two?]] [[Stop here.->stop 2 idk]]

You hear a pop as you slide his dick out of your mouth. "Okay... enough of that..." The pressure from your knees disappears when you get up. "I hope you're ready for my cock, Kyle..." He doesn't respond verbally, but just throws you a lustful smirk. You place your hands on his waist and turn him around. You take a moment to enjoy the sight of his perfect, bubble butt. One of your hands slides from his waist to his ass, giving it a nice squeeze. [[Slap it.]] [[Don't slap it.]]

He pulls your hair a bit in a failed attempt to stop you. "D-dude... if you don't stop... I'm gonna—f-fuck, FUCK!" He swears as his dick begins to twitch in your mouth. He shoots his load in your mouth. It lands on your tongue and it's much stronger than his precum. It's much tastier too. Bitter. Sweet. But mostly salty. It's a perfect delicious combination of him. As his string of cum hits your throat, sliding down it, you choke at its thickness, but you don't bother pulling out. Not until he's finished nutting in your mouth. When he's done, he pulls his dick out. "Fuck... that was the best blowjob I've ever gotten, man..." [[Round two?]] [[Stop here.->stop 2 idk]]

You hear a satisfying slap as your hand makes contact with his ass, the flesh bouncing lightly with the impact. Kyle turns to face you with wide eyes. “What was that about?!” he asks, his voice a mix of surprise and curiosity. You grin, your breath quickening as you take in the sight of him. “Because it’s hot,” you reply, your gaze still fixed on his jiggling cheeks. There’s a brief silence, the tension in the air palpable. Kyle bites his lip, and after a moment, he smirks and nods. “Yeah... it was,” he admits, clearly turned on by the unexpected move. "Anyway..." you say as you take your cock in your hand, jerking off. You wonder if you should eat him out before you fuck him. [[Eat him out.]] [[Just fuck him.]]

"I thought about slapping your butt, but... nah..." "Yeah, you'd better not!" You hear Kyle complain over the droplets of hot water falling on the floor. "Anyway..." you say as you take your cock in your hand, jerking off. You wonder if you should eat him out before you fuck him. [[Eat him out.]] [[Just fuck him.]]

Still beating your meat, you kneel down, his delicious ass in front of you. You stick your tongue out and start working with it from his taint to his hole. When you reach his hole... it tastes better than you ever could have expected. You circle your tongue around his hole before sliding it in, literally fucking him with your tongue. Like a horny beast, you can't help but keep on stroking your dick. Nobody has turned you on like this before. You may have rimmed other people before, but this... You pull back a bit just to spit on it before you go back to sucking it. Any attempt of Kyle to suppress his moans fails. He's way louder than he was before. Your lips part from him, but your tongue doesn't. It's like you can't even control yourself anymore. "This... this is the best... rim... rimjob... a guy has ever given me..." Kyle says, his arms on the wall as he supports himself while you eat his ass. After a few more minutes of licking his hole up and down, in circles... you get up from your knees, more turned on than ever, and position your manhood to his hole. He winces in pain as he tries to get used to his hole wrapping your tip. [[Thrust in.]] [[Be gentle.]]

You position your dick to his hole. "You ready?" "As ready as I'll ever be, haha," he lets out a nervous laugh. [[Thrust in.]] [[Be gentle.]]

Without giving him time to fully adjust, like an animal in heat, you thrust your dick in. He cries in pain, "A-Ah, damn it, $name... s-slower... p-pl-" You don't even let him finish the complaint. You don't care about it. You're too horny to care. All you want right now is to feel good. You hear your balls slap as you shove your whole length inside of him. "Shh, it's okay... I'm gonna make you feel really, good really soon..." You say as you try to hit his G-spot. "Mhmmmmmm..." He whimpers, but then a moan full of arousal escapes his lips. You know you've found his magic spot. "Y-yes, $name... T-there... AHGM, AHH! FUCK!" You place your hands on his hips as your rod slides in and out of him at full speed. You groan, moving your head back. Then, you slide one hand on his shoulder and the other one on his chest, pinching his nipple. You lean forward and your lips find his neck, kissing him with a fiery passion. "$name... you feel... so... fucking... good... inside of me..." "Mhm... out of..." you thrust again, "breath... already?" "N-no one has m-made me feel as good as you have, $name..." You turn his head slightly and kiss him. You know he has no energy to fight with, so you glide your tongue into his wet mouth. Exploring every inch of him like this... it feels better than you could have ever imagined... Thanks to the water and your precum now, fucking him is a breeze, and the way his hot insides are squeezing your rock-hard dick... the way you're //rearranging// his insides... you can't last much longer. Without much warning, you feel your dick start to twitch... [[Pull out and cum on his ass.]] [[Cum in him.]]

Despite being like animals in your head, you gently insert your dick in him. He quietly winces in pain, "A-Ah, damn it, $name..." "Want me to go slower?" You ask as the caring gentleman you are. "N-nah... j-just g-give me a s-second..." You can hear him breathe heavily, "O-okay, you can start moving..." You start to move, and his moans quiet down, which you take as a sign to increase your pace. You hear your balls clap a bit when you put your whole length inside of him. "You okay in there?" "Mhm," he mumbes something after //mhm-ing//, which you didn't hear. "It's okay... I'm gonna make you feel really, good really soon..." You say as you try to hit his G-spot. "Mhmmmmmm..." He whimpers, but then a moan full of arousal escapes his lips. You know you've found his magic spot. "Y-yes, $name... T-there... AHGM, AHH! FUCK!" You place your hands on his hips as your rod slides in and out of him at your desired speed now. You groan, moving your head back. Then, you slide one hand on his shoulder and the other one on his chest, pinching his nipple. You lean forward and your lips find his neck, kissing him with a fiery passion. "$name... you feel... so... fucking... good... inside of me..." "Mhm... out of..." you thrust again, "breath... already?" "N-no one has m-made me feel as good as you have, $name..." You turn his head slightly and kiss him. You know he has no energy to fight with, so you glide your tongue into his wet mouth. Exploring every inch of him like this... it feels better than you could have ever imagined... Thanks to the water and your precum now, fucking him is a breeze, and the way his hot insides are squeezing your rock-hard dick... the way you're //rearranging// his insides... you can't last much longer. Without much warning, you feel your dick start to twitch... [[Pull out and cum on his ass.]] [[Cum in him.]]

You watch as your dick pops. A few strokes and you paint his ass with your hot white liquid. You don't have much time to observe your masterpiece though, because the water washes your mess away. When you're done, panting, you lean on his shoulder. "D-dude, I'm... I'm gonna--" you hadn't even noticed that he was jerking off while you were railing his ass. You take a look down and watch as he sprays his semen on the wall of the shower, which is also quickly washed away by the water. "...Wow..." Kyle sighs. You turn Kyle around, kissing him again, tongues dancing together as you share your taste. "Mhm... you taste good..." After making out for a while, you tire out, both breathless. "So, uh... now what?" You chuckle, reaching out to wipe a few stray droplets from his cheek. “Now? We clean up properly. This shower isn’t just for show, you know.” The two of you laugh together, and as you lather up, the mood shifts into something lighter but still charged with the energy of //what// you’ve just done. Once you’re both rinsed off, Kyle leans against the tiled wall, watching you closely. “You know... we should definitely do that a lot more,” he says with a shy smile, his eyes uncertain but eager. You tilt your head, smirking. “Oh, is that right?” He nods, the water trickling over his face as he bites his lower lip. “Yeah. I mean... this was amazing, but I gotta ask—what about... us? Do you think there’s room for, like, a relationship here? Or are you not looking for that right now?” You consider his question carefully, knowing this very moment could shape your whole life. [[Ask him out on a date.]] [[Tell him that you don't have time for dating.]]

You groan as your hot white liquid starts filling him up. Panting, you lean on his shoulder while your dick twitches. "D-dude, I'm... I'm gonna--" you hadn't even noticed that he was jerking off while you were railing his ass. You take a look down and watch as he sprays his semen on the wall of the shower, which is sadly quickly washed away by the water. "...Wow..." Kyle sighs. You're both breathless, but it doesn't have to end here. [[Pull out and eat your cum off his ass.]] [[Stop here.]]

This time, slowly, you pull your dick out. You don't need to hurry—both of you have had your releases, haven't you? You watch as your dick pops out and drops of your tasty cum flow from his hole. You get on your knees and pull your tongue out, spreading his hole, you start it clean. "D-dude... seriously, haha. How are you still horny...?" He asks in a playful manner. Your cum tastes salty, sweet, and bitter-ish at the same time. After you're done cleaning the mess you made, you get up and turn Kyle around, kissing him again, tongues dancing together as you share your taste. "Mhm... tastes good..." After making out for a while, you tire out, both breathless. "So, uh... now what?" You chuckle, reaching out to wipe a few stray droplets from his cheek. “Now? We clean up properly. This shower isn’t just for show, you know.” The two of you laugh together, and as you lather up, the mood shifts into something lighter but still charged with the energy of //what// you’ve just done. Once you’re both rinsed off, Kyle leans against the tiled wall, watching you closely. “You know... we should definitely do that a lot more,” he says with a shy smile, his eyes uncertain but eager. You tilt your head, smirking. “Oh, is that right?” He nods, the water trickling over his face as he bites his lower lip. “Yeah. I mean... this was amazing, but I gotta ask—what about... us? Do you think there’s room for, like, a relationship here? Or are you not looking for that right now?” You consider his question carefully, knowing this very moment could shape your whole life. [[Ask him out on a date.]] [[Tell him that you don't have time for dating.]]

This time, slowly, you pull your dick out. You don't need to hurry—both of you have had your releases, haven't you? You watch as your dick pops out and drops of your tasty cum flow from his hole. You turn Kyle around, kissing him again, tongues dancing together as you share your taste. "Mhm... you taste good..." After making out for a while, you tire out, both breathless. "So, uh... now what?" You chuckle, reaching out to wipe a few stray droplets from his cheek. “Now? We clean up properly. This shower isn’t just for show, you know.” The two of you laugh together, and as you lather up, the mood shifts into something lighter but still charged with the energy of //what// you’ve just done. Once you’re both rinsed off, Kyle leans against the tiled wall, watching you closely. “You know... we should definitely do that a lot more,” he says with a shy smile, his eyes uncertain but eager. You tilt your head, smirking. “Oh, is that right?” He nods, the water trickling over his face as he bites his lower lip. “Yeah. I mean... this was amazing, but I gotta ask—what about... us? Do you think there’s room for, like, a relationship here? Or are you not looking for that right now?” You consider his question carefully, knowing this very moment could shape your whole life. [[Ask him out on a date.]] [[Tell him that you don't have time for dating.]]

"Bet. I'm still hard." He says. "How about..." You start... [[I give those nipples some love.]] [[You turn around for me.]] [[I turn around for you.]] [[Never mind... get on your knees.]]

You turn Kyle around, kissing him again, tongues dancing together as you share your taste. "Mhm... you taste good..." After making out for a while, you tire out, both breathless. "So, uh... now what?" You chuckle, reaching out to wipe a few stray droplets from his cheek. “Now? We clean up properly. This shower isn’t just for show, you know.” The two of you laugh together, and as you lather up, the mood shifts into something lighter but still charged with the energy of //what// you’ve just done. Once you’re both rinsed off, Kyle leans against the tiled wall, watching you closely. “You know... we should definitely do that a lot more,” he says with a shy smile, his eyes uncertain but eager. You tilt your head, smirking. “Oh, is that right?” He nods, the water trickling over his face as he bites his lower lip. “Yeah. I mean... this was amazing, but I gotta ask—what about... us? Do you think there’s room for, like, a relationship here? Or are you not looking for that right now?” You consider his question carefully, knowing this very moment could shape your whole life. [[Ask him out on a date.]] [[Tell him that you don't have time for dating.]]

"How about..." You begin... [[I get on my knees for you.]] [[You turn around for me.]] [[I turn around for you.]] [[Get on your knees.->Never mind... get on your knees.]]

"You can do whatever you want with me, Kyle. I'm all yours... my ass is all yours..." You tell him as he glides his hands over your asscheeks. "...Alright... I've wanted to do this for a while..." He gets on his knees, and you know what's about to come. "Just so you know, this is my first time eating ass, so I might... half-ass it, haha." He laughs nervously, trying to hide his lack of confidence, but failing. "It's alright, Kyle. As I said, I'm all yours." Kyle spreads your asscheeks apart and sticks his tongue out, licking your hole. His wet tongue caressing your entrance sends bolts of pleasure through your entire body, and you can't hold your moans as he works his tongue in circles around your hole. Licking it up and down, you twitch your hole, and before you know it, he slides his tongue in you, exploring your insides. "Mhm... you taste... fucking amazing... $name..." You put your hand on your dick and begin to masturbate as Kyle does you from behind. The pleasure from your hand on your dick and his tongue on your hole is overwhelming, making your knees weak and your whole body tremble. After sucking your whole for a while, he pulls back and says, "Okay. I think you're ready for something bigger now, $name..." "And what could that 'something bigger' be?" You ask with a smirk on your face. He gets up from his knees and places his dick on your hole. "This. I'll go slow on you, I promise." You nod, "You ready?" You nod yet again. "By the way... can I ask you something?" "Sure, go ahead." You say. "Is this... your first time... you know... being fucked?" [[Yes.]] [[No.->no first time]]

"Well, you can..." You start... [[Eat me out.]] [[Just fuck me already.]]

"...Alright... I've wanted to do this for a while..." He gets on his knees, and you know what's about to come. "Just so you know, this is my first time eating ass, so I might... half-ass it, haha." He laughs nervously, trying to hide his lack of confidence, but failing. "It's alright, Kyle. As I said, I'm all yours." Kyle spreads your asscheeks apart and sticks his tongue out, licking your hole. His wet tongue caressing your entrance sends bolts of pleasure through your entire body, and you can't hold your moans as he works his tongue in circles around your hole. Licking it up and down, you twitch your hole, and before you know it, he slides his tongue in you, exploring your insides. "Mhm... you taste... fucking amazing... $name..." You put your hand on your dick and begin to masturbate as Kyle does you from behind. The pleasure from your hand on your dick and his tongue on your hole is overwhelming, making your knees weak and your whole body tremble. After sucking your whole for a while, he pulls back and says, "Okay. I think you're ready for something bigger now, $name..." "And what could that 'something bigger' be?" You ask with a smirk on your face. He gets up from his knees and places his dick on your hole. "This. I'll go slow on you, I promise." You nod, "You ready?" You nod yet again. "By the way... can I ask you something?" "Sure, go ahead." You say. "Is this... your first time... you know... being fucked?" [[Yes.]] [[No.->no first time]]

He places his dick on your hole, rubbing you... teasing you... "I'll go easy on you, I promise." You nod, "You ready?" You nod yet again. "By the way... can I ask you something?" "Sure, go ahead." You say. "Is this... your first time... you know... being fucked?" [[Yes.]] [[No.->no first time]]

"Okay. Then I'll be extra careful." He says like a true gentleman.(set: $virgin to 't') [[You don't have to be.]] [[Yes, please...]]

"Okay. Still, I'll try to be careful." He says like a true gentleman. [[You don't have to be.]] [[Yes, please...]]

"You don't have to be," you say as he inserts the tip in.(if: $virgin is 't')[ You feel a piercing-like pain from behind, which makes you wince.](else:)[ You wince as his head stretches your hole.] "You okay?" He asks, his voice full of worry for you. "Y-yeah, I'm alright... you can start moving..." You tell him. He starts to slowly move his hips forward, getting more of his cock in you. You can't help, but moan as his length stretches your insides. "It's okay... it'll feel really good in just a bit..." He moves his hands to your hips as he touch your butt. "I'll give you a moment to adjust, $name..." He leans forward, breathing on your neck. "I-is it all in?" You ask with a shaky voice, even though you already know the answer. "Yeah. You managed to take my whole dick, $name. I'll start to move now, alright?" You nod, not being able to utter a single word. He starts to move his body back and forth, his dick sliding in and out of you. "Mhm... $name... you're so freaking tight, man..." The water's made it easier for him to penetrate you. Much less painless. "I don't top a lot... but you... I'll dominate you all the way..." With each thrust, with each time his balls slap your ass, he increases his speed. He's started to leak precum inside of you. After a while of fucking you, the pain has disappeared and your moans are ones of pleasure. Unexpectedly, you feel a jolt of pleasure through your entire body, making you whimper. "Mhm... I see I've found your magic spot..." He says as he focuses on hitting your prostate with his dick. "Make that sound again, $name... it was really hot..." Like a puppy, you obey his command and make the sound he desires to hear. "Good boy..." You wrap your fingers around your dick, stroking it. Even though you hadn't been touching yourself the last few minutes, precum has still been leaking uncontrollably from your dick. Seeing that you've fully gotten used to having him inside your ass, he increases the speed of railing you as fast as he can, and so did you stroking your cock. If you keep going like this, both of you will cum. [[Cum.->cum bottom shower]] [[Tell him to pull out and do something else.]]

"Y-yes, p-please," you stutter as he inserts the tip in.(if: $virgin is 't')[ You feel a piercing-like pain from behind, which makes you wince.](else:)[ You wince as his head stretches your hole.] "You okay?" He asks, his voice full of worry for you. "Y-yeah, I'm alright... you can start moving..." You tell him. He starts to slowly move his hips forward, getting more of his cock in you. You can't help, but moan as his length stretches your insides. "It's okay... it'll feel really good in just a bit..." He moves his hands to your hips as he touches your butt. "I'll give you a moment to adjust, $name..." He leans forward, breathing on your neck. "I-is it all in?" You ask with a shaky voice, even though you already know the answer. "Yeah. You managed to take my whole dick, $name. I'll start to move now, alright?" You nod, not being able to utter a single word. He starts to move his body back and forth, his dick sliding in and out of you. "Mhm... $name... you're so freaking tight, man..." The water's made it easier for him to penetrate you. Much less painless. "I don't top a lot... but you... I'll dominate you all the way..." With each thrust, with each time his balls slap your ass, he increases his speed. He's started to leak precum inside of you. After a while of fucking you, the pain has disappeared and your moans are ones of pleasure. Unexpectedly, you feel a jolt of pleasure through your entire body, making you whimper. "Mhm... I see I've found your magic spot..." He says as he focuses on hitting your prostate with his dick. "Make that sound again, $name... it was really hot..." Like a puppy, you obey his command and make the sound he desires to hear. "Good boy..." You wrap your fingers around your dick, stroking it. Even though you hadn't been touching yourself the last few minutes, precum has still been leaking uncontrollably from your dick. Seeing that you've fully gotten used to having him inside your ass, he increases the speed of railing you as fast as he can, and so did you stroking your cock. If you keep going like this, both of you will cum. [[Cum.->cum bottom shower]] [[Tell him to pull out and do something else.]]

"I... I'm close... Kyle... let's cum together..." You say breathless. "Y-you want me to... cum inside?" "Y-yeah! Do it! Cum in me, Kyle!" You say, almost in a begging tone, like you're desperate to feel his hot sperm inside you. With one last thrust, you feel his dick twitch, filling you up with his hot cum. Not being able to edge yourself any longer, you shoot your hot sperm all over the wall in front of you. You take a quick glance at the mess you made—you came a lot—before the water washes it away. Panting, Kyle leans on your back as he slides his dick out. "That was... wow..." [[You can still eat me out, you know...]] [[Stop here.->stop 3 idk]]

"K-Kyle, w-wait..." You say and he stops moving. "Y-yeah, $name, what is it?" "I... I was about to cum... let's do something else..." "Okay. What do you wanna do?" Kyle asks you as he removes his dick from your hole. You turn to face him and say... [[I give those nipples some love.]] [[I get on my knees for you.]] [[You turn around for me.]] [[I turn around for you.]] [[Get on your knees.->Never mind... get on your knees.]]

This time, slowly, you pull your dick out. You don't need to hurry—both of you have had your releases, haven't you? You watch as your dick pops out and drops of your tasty cum flow from his hole. "Mhm... you bet I will..." Slowly, he pulls his dick out. He doesn't need to hurry—both of you have had your releases, haven't you? You hear as your dick pops out and drops of his tasty cum flow from your hole. He gets on your knees and pulls his tongue out, spreading your hole, he starts to lick it clean. "D-dude... How are we still horny...?" You ask in a playful manner. After he's done cleaning the mess he made, he gets up and turns you around, kissing you again, tongues dancing together as you share his taste. "Mhm... tastes good..." You say. His cum is salty, sweet, and bitter-ish at the same time. After making out for a while, you tire out, both breathless. "So, uh... now what?" You chuckle, reaching out to wipe a few stray droplets from his cheek. “Now? We clean up properly. This shower isn’t just for show, you know.” The two of you laugh together, and as you lather up, the mood shifts into something lighter but still charged with the energy of //what// you’ve just done. Once you’re both rinsed off, Kyle leans against the tiled wall, watching you closely. “You know... we should definitely do that a lot more,” he says with a shy smile, his eyes uncertain but eager. You tilt your head, smirking. “Oh, is that right?” He nods, the water trickling over his face as he bites his lower lip. “Yeah. I mean... this was amazing, but I gotta ask—what about... us? Do you think there’s room for, like, a relationship here? Or are you not looking for that right now?” You consider his question carefully, knowing this very moment could shape your whole life. [[Ask him out on a date.]] [[Tell him that you don't have time for dating.]]

Slowly, Kyle pulls his dick out. He doesn't need to hurry—both of you have had your releases, haven't you? You hear his dick pop out and you can feel drops of his tasty cum flow from your hole. You turn around and kiss him again, tongues dancing together as you share your taste. "Mhm... you taste good..." After making out for a while, you tire out, both breathless. "So, uh... now what?" You chuckle, reaching out to wipe a few stray droplets from his cheek. “Now? We clean up properly. This shower isn’t just for show, you know.” The two of you laugh together, and as you lather up, the mood shifts into something lighter but still charged with the energy of //what// you’ve just done. Once you’re both rinsed off, Kyle leans against the tiled wall, watching you closely. “You know... we should definitely do that a lot more,” he says with a shy smile, his eyes uncertain but eager. You tilt your head, smirking. “Oh, is that right?” He nods, the water trickling over his face as he bites his lower lip. “Yeah. I mean... this was amazing, but I gotta ask—what about... us? Do you think there’s room for, like, a relationship here? Or are you not looking for that right now?” You consider his question carefully, knowing this very moment could shape your whole life. [[Ask him out on a date.]] [[Tell him that you don't have time for dating.]]

Demo ends here, buddy.

You look him in the eyes as you move your hands to his, sliding your fingers under his and gently removing them from his hard dick. "It's okay," you say reassuringly. "It's nothing I haven't seen before." You glance down, looking at his cute hard-on. "Let's just go to the bed... I wanna... I wanna do it there." You follow as Kyle steps toward your bed. He glances at the neatly made sheets, then sits down at the edge, patting the spot beside him. You join him, sitting so close that your knees touch. Before you can say something, Kyle turns to you and puts his hand on your chin. His eyes are full of hunger. “$name...” Before you can reply, Kyle’s hands find your shoulders, and his lips crash against yours in an instant. They’re soft and warm, and carry the faintest taste of sweet mint. His kiss is firm, yet gentle, as his tongue slides over your lips, wet and slow, teasing you with each movement. He deepens the kiss, his tongue moving against yours, dragging a soft, wet heat across your mouth. His hands hold you close, steadying you as his tongue moves, sending a surge of desire through you. He pulls away and you ask “What was that all about?” Kyle rubs the back of his neck, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. “To get rid of the nervousness,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. You tilt your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “Did it work?” He forces himself to meet your eyes, his shy smile growing a little more confident. "Yeah," he says softly. Without warning, Kyle leans forward, placing his hands firmly on your shoulders. He gently pushes you backward until your back meets the soft surface of the bed. Then, he kisses you again. Hard. Using his gentle hands, he pins yours above your head. "Heh, you've got nowhere to run, $name..." Knowing you could easily overpower him, you... [[Let him dominate you.]] [[Take control and pin him down.]]

"Remove your hands from your dick, will you?" You ask gently. "D-don't say it like that!" Kyle says. "What?" You laugh at his response, "Come on... it's nothing I haven't seen before," Kyle sighs, and indirectly you can see how he slowly removes his hands from his hard-on. You glance down and see his cute dick. "Let's just go to the bed... I wanna... I wanna do it there." You follow as Kyle steps toward your bed. He glances at the neatly made sheets, then sits down at the edge, patting the spot beside him. You join him, sitting so close that your knees touch. Before you can say something, Kyle turns to you and puts his hand on your chin. His eyes are full of hunger. “$name...” Before you can reply, Kyle’s hands find your shoulders, and his lips crash against yours in an instant. They’re soft and warm, and carry the faintest taste of sweet mint. His kiss is firm, yet gentle, as his tongue slides over your lips, wet and slow, teasing you with each movement. He deepens the kiss, his tongue moving against yours, dragging a soft, wet heat across your mouth. His hands hold you close, steadying you as his tongue moves, sending a surge of desire through you. He pulls away and you ask “What was that all about?” Kyle rubs the back of his neck, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. “To get rid of the nervousness,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. You tilt your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “Did it work?” He forces himself to meet your eyes, his shy smile growing a little more confident. "Yeah," he says softly. Without warning, Kyle leans forward, placing his hands firmly on your shoulders. He gently pushes you backward until your back meets the soft surface of the bed. Then, he kisses you again. Hard. Using his gentle hands, he pins yours above your head. "Heh, you've got nowhere to run, $name..." Knowing you could easily overpower him, you... [[Let him dominate you.]] [[Take control and pin him down.]]

Kyle's hands glide over your wrists, fingers light but resolute. Him holding you like this stirs something in you; the warmth of his body pressing on yours... you can feel him rubbing his boner against your stomach. Each shift of his body against yours sends a wave of magic through you; the feeling of his touch is mesmerizing. He leans lower, and you can feel his breath on your neck. Kyle’s lips press gently against your skin there, the warmth of his mouth sending a shiver through you. His kiss starts soft but soon deepens as he applies more pressure. Each kiss feels tender, and intimate, like he’s savoring the moment. You feel the suction as his lips mark you. "Now everyone will know who you belong to, $name." His eyes meet yours, and you can see the need for him to possess you. You claim you. To own you. [[Have him handcuff you.]]

You don’t let him dominate you. You twist your body, using the momentum to your advantage. In an instant, you take control. You catch his wrists before he can fully secure them, pushing them firmly above his head. Kyle’s eyes widen in surprise, his breath catching as you hover over him. You smirk, a spark of power flickering in your gaze. “You thought you had me, huh?” you whisper, your voice low and teasing. Kyle swallows hard, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. His shy smile falters, replaced by a mix of nervousness and something deeper—anticipation. The pressure is just enough to keep him in place, but there’s no real force—just enough to make him feel your control. You lean in, your lips brushing his in a soft, teasing kiss before you pull back. “I think I’ll be in charge now,” you murmur, your voice dripping with desire. “I... I don't mind," he admits, a breathy laugh escaping him. You kiss him again, his lips parting under the pressure of your kiss. Kyle’s body tenses, but it’s clear he’s giving in—giving himself over to you. As the kiss deepens, you can feel the pulse of his arousal against you, the tension in his body, and the need for his touch. It’s all yours now. "I... I hope you're not gonna tie me up or something..." "Actually, I'm going to handcuff you," you say as you [[pull out some handcuffs from the nightstand]].

Demo ends here, buddy.

"Oh, you have no idea how I'm going to fuck you, $name..." He lifts your legs up, exposing your tight hole. You feel so vulnerable having your whole body on display for him like this. [[Let him do whatever he wants.]] [[Tell him to eat you out.]] [[Tell him to fuck you.]]

He smirks before going back to your neck again. After sucking on the skin of your neck for a while, Kyle’s lips leave your neck and trail down, moving with intent over your collarbone, his kisses growing warmer as he shifts towards the middle of your chest. His lips press against the skin of your chest, soft and slow. He moves one hand towards your nipple, pressing it gently between his index and thumb, and then he trails from the center of your chest with deliberate gentleness, each kiss leaving a warm, wet sensation as his tongue lightly brushes your skin. The heat of his mouth grows more pronounced as he moves closer to your nipple, making your skin tingle in anticipation. You run your fingers through Kyle's damp hair, the soft strands slipping between them, while your other hand braces against the cool wall. His kisses are wet, and the glide of his tongue adds a teasing intensity as his warm breath sends a shiver through you. When his lips reach your nipple, the sensation shifts. His mouth presses more firmly, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin in slow, deliberate circles. The heat and wetness create a jolt of pleasure that makes your chest tighten. Each kiss and slide of his tongue sends waves of sensation coursing through you, making your body shiver with every touch. Kyle adjusts, his pace quickening slightly, leaving you breathless. He moves to your other nipple, and while the sensation isn’t as surprising as before, it still sends pleasurable ripples through you, leaving you craving more of his touch. "You know... I think it's time for me to suck something else now..." Kyle says as he glances at your dick. Trailing downward with his lips, looking you deep into your eyes as he reaches your belly button, and then your tip. He gives it a gentle peck, smearing your precum over his lips before putting it in his mouth. He begins to move his tongue, swirling it slowly around the tip, expertly teasing your most sensitive spot and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You groan as he wraps his thumb and index finger at the base, moving your dick upwards so he can slide it into his mouth, taking your cock deeper. "Fuck... you're like a professional," you say as his tongue slides alongside your shaft, hitting his throat. You can't see it on his lips, as they're on your dick, but by the spark in his eyes, you can tell that your words made him smile. Kyle's hands rest lightly on your thighs for support, the warmth of his touch grounding you as you ease your cock into his mouth. He takes you in gradually, the rhythm tender, as you focus on the sensation of him adjusting to you. All that matters right now is the feeling of his warm mouth surrounding you, the way his lips softly slide over your shaft. The wetness of his tongue, the delicate suction, it all sends shivers through your body. Before long, he can take you balls deep, his body relaxing into the rhythm, his throat working around you with each gentle thrust. You move a bit with him, “Fuck, Kyle... this feels... so... fucking... good!” If you keep going like this, you will cum. [[Cum.->cum bed handcuffed in mouth]] [[Not yet.->don't cum yet bed handcuffed]]

As the tension builds and your cock begins to twitch, Kyle keeps you deep in his mouth. His throat tightens instinctively around you as you release, the first spurt forcing its way down. He gags slightly but adjusts quickly, his hands gripping your thighs as he swallows around your shaft. The sensation is almost overwhelming—his throat working to take every drop, the vibrations of his soft gagging noises sending shivers through you. His watery eyes glance up at you, his cheeks flushed, but he doesn’t stop, determined to take it all. When your release finally slows, he pulls back just enough to lick the tip clean, his tongue flicking over you with deliberate care. He gasps softly, catching his breath, his lips red and glistening. “Fuck... you taste so good,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse but satisfied. "You know... I can still keep going..." [[Keep going.]] [[Stop here.->stop here handcuffed 1]]

"K-Kyle... I-I'm about to..." You warm him and he stops dead in his tracks. He slides your dick out from his mouth and moves up, hovering over you. "I saw some lube..." He says as he reaches for the nightstand drawer, "Right here." You feel the cool liquid glide on your dick, making you shiver, which he notices. "Don't worry. I'll make you feel very hot, very soon..." He says with a smirk. He takes your dick and strokes it a few times before positioning it to his hole. He winces as his entrance wraps around your tip. "A-Ah, damn it, $name..." Without finishing his own sentence, he takes your whole length inside of him. "FUCK!", he moans, as he starts moving up and down, trying to find his own G-spot. "Mhmmmmmm..." He whimpers, but then a moan full of arousal escapes his lips. You know you've hit his magic spot. "Y-yes, $name... T-there... AHGM, AHH! FUCK!" He places his hands on your chest as he leans forward, while your rod slides in and out of him at full speed. You groan, moving your head back. He slides one hand on your shoulder and the other one on your chest, pinching your nipple. He leans forward and his lips find your neck, kissing you with a fiery passion. "$name... you feel... so... fucking... good... inside of me..." "Mhm... out of..." you thrust again, "breath... already?" "N-no one has m-made me feel as good as you have, $name..." He moves his head up and kisses you. He knows you have no energy to fight with, so he glides his tongue into your wet mouth. Exploring every inch of you like this... it feels better than he could have ever imagined... Thanks to the lube and your precum now, fucking him raw is a breeze, and the way his hot insides are squeezing your rock-hard dick... the way you're //rearranging// his insides... you can't last much longer. Without much warning, you feel your dick start to twitch, and you groan as your hot white liquid starts filling him up. "D-dude, I'm... I'm gonna--" You take a look down and watch as he sprays his semen all over your stomach and chest. "...Wow..." Kyle sighs. You're both breathless, but it doesn't have to end here. [[Have him feed you his cum.]] [[Stop here.->stop sex bed]]

"I saw some lube..." He says as he reaches for the nightstand drawer, "Right here." You feel the cool liquid glide on your dick, making you shiver, which he notices. "Don't worry. I'll make you feel very hot, very soon..." He says with a smirk. He takes your dick and strokes it a few times before positioning it to his hole. He winces as his entrance wraps around your tip. "A-Ah, damn it, $name..." Without finishing his own sentence, he takes your whole length inside of him. "FUCK!", he moans, as he starts moving up and down, trying to find his own G-spot. "Mhmmmmmm..." He whimpers, but then a moan full of arousal escapes his lips. You know you've hit his magic spot. "Y-yes, $name... T-there... AHGM, AHH! FUCK!" He places his hands on your chest as he leans forward, while your rod slides in and out of him at full speed. You groan, moving your head back. He slides one hand on your shoulder and the other one on your chest, pinching your nipple. He leans forward and his lips find your neck, kissing you with a fiery passion. "$name... you feel... so... fucking... good... inside of me..." "Mhm... out of..." you thrust again, "breath... already?" "N-no one has m-made me feel as good as you have, $name..." He moves his head up and kisses you. He knows you have no energy to fight with, so he glides his tongue into your wet mouth. Exploring every inch of you like this... it feels better than he could have ever imagined... Thanks to the lube and your precum now, fucking him raw is a breeze, and the way his hot insides are squeezing your rock-hard dick... the way you're //rearranging// his insides... you can't last much longer. Without much warning, you feel your dick start to twitch, and you groan as your hot white liquid starts filling him up. "D-dude, I'm... I'm gonna--" You take a look down and watch as he sprays his semen all over your stomach and chest. "...Wow..." Kyle sighs. You're both breathless, but it doesn't have to end here. [[Have him feed you his cum.]] [[Stop here.->stop sex bed]]

"Okay..." He says as he moves up, his head landing on your chest, his hands gently caressing you. "That was... fucking awesome, $name." "Yeah... it fucking was..." You agree with him. It was one of your best sexual experiences. “Yeah. I mean... this was amazing, but I gotta ask—what about... us? Do you think there’s room for, like, a relationship here? Or are you not looking for that right now?” You consider his question carefully, knowing this very moment could shape your whole life. [[Ask him out on a date.->date bedroom]] [[Tell him that you don't have time for dating.->no date bedroom]]

"Your cum looks so tasty, Kyle. We wouldn't want it to go to waste, would we?" You ask. You watch as Kyle gathers the slimy white substance from your stomach and brings it to your face. "Then eat up, $name." Looking him in the eyes, you part your lips, opening your mouth, and he slides his fingers in. You lick his fingers, sucking them, tasting his cum. It's Bitter. Sweet. But mostly salty. It's a perfect delicious combination of him. As his cum hits your throat, sliding down it, you choke at its thickness, but you don't bother stopping. You're going to finish your meal, no matter what. When he's done, he pulls his fingers out. "Fuck..." He says before kissing you, sliding his tongue in, trying to extract a taste from himself from your mouth. After making out for a while, he falls on your chest, his hand caressing you gently. "That was... fucking awesome, $name." "Yeah... it fucking was..." You agree with him. It was one of your best sexual experiences. “Yeah. I mean... this was amazing, but I gotta ask—what about... us? Do you think there’s room for, like, a relationship here? Or are you not looking for that right now?” You consider his question carefully, knowing this very moment could shape your whole life. [[Ask him out on a date.->date bedroom]] [[Tell him that you don't have time for dating.->no date bedroom]]

"Fuck..." He says before kissing you, sliding his tongue in, trying to extract a taste from himself from your mouth. After making out for a while, he falls on your chest, his hand caressing you gently. "That was... fucking awesome, $name." "Yeah... it fucking was..." You agree with him. It was one of your best sexual experiences. “Yeah. I mean... this was amazing, but I gotta ask—what about... us? Do you think there’s room for, like, a relationship here? Or are you not looking for that right now?” You consider his question carefully, knowing this very moment could shape your whole life. [[Ask him out on a date.->date bedroom]] [[Tell him that you don't have time for dating.->no date bedroom]]

Demo ends here, buddy.

"...Alright... I've wanted to do this for a while..." He leans down, his hot breath on your hole, and you know what's about to come. "Just so you know, this is my first time eating ass, so I might... half-ass it, haha." He laughs nervously, trying to hide his lack of confidence, but failing. "It's alright, Kyle. As I said, I'm all yours." Kyle spreads your asscheeks apart and sticks his tongue out, licking your hole. His wet tongue caressing your entrance sends bolts of pleasure through your entire body, and you can't hold your moans as he works his tongue in circles around your hole. Licking it up and down, you twitch your hole, and before you know it, he slides his tongue in you, exploring your insides. "Mhm... you taste... fucking amazing... $name..." After sucking your whole for a while, he pulls back and says, "Okay. I think you're ready for something bigger now, $name..." "And what could that 'something bigger' be?" You ask with a smirk on your face. "I saw some lube..." He says as he reaches for the nightstand drawer, "Right here." You feel the cool liquid glide on your hole and his dick, making you shiver, which he notices. "Don't worry. I'll make you feel very hot, very soon..." He says with a smirk. He places his dick on your hole. "This. I'll go slow on you, I promise." You nod, "You ready?" You nod yet again. "By the way... can I ask you something?" "Sure, go ahead." You say. "Is this... your first time... you know... being fucked?" [[Yes.->yes first time, bedroom]] [[No.->no first time, bedroom]]

"I saw some lube..." He says as he reaches for the nightstand drawer, "Right here." You feel the cool liquid glide on your hole and his dick, making you shiver, which he notices. "Don't worry. I'll make you feel very hot, very soon..." He says with a smirk. He places his dick on your hole. "This. I'll go slow on you, I promise." You nod, "You ready?" You nod yet again. "By the way... can I ask you something?" "Sure, go ahead." You say. "Is this... your first time... you know... being fucked?" [[Yes.->yes first time, bedroom]] [[No.->no first time, bedroom]]

"Okay. Still, I'll try to be careful." He says like a true gentleman. [[You don't have to be.->dont be gentle bedroom]] [[Yes, please...->plz be gentle bedroom]]

"Okay. Then I'll be extra careful." He says like a true gentleman.(set: $virgin to 't') [[You don't have to be.->dont be gentle bedroom]] [[Yes, please...->plz be gentle bedroom]]

"You don't have to be," you say as he inserts the tip in.(if: $virgin is 't')[ You feel a piercing-like pain from behind, which makes you wince.](else:)[ You wince as his head stretches your hole.] "You okay?" He asks, his voice full of worry for you. "Y-yeah, I'm alright... you can start moving..." You tell him. He starts to slowly move his hips forward, getting more of his cock in you. You can't help, but moan as his length stretches your insides, and being handcuffed, you can't stop him. "It's okay... it'll feel really good in just a bit..." He moves his hands to your hips as he touches your butt. "I'll give you a moment to adjust, $name..." He leans forward, breathing on your neck. "I-is it all in?" You ask with a shaky voice, even though you already know the answer. "Yeah. You managed to take my whole dick, $name. I'll start to move now, alright?" You nod, not being able to utter a single word. He starts to move his body back and forth, his dick sliding in and out of you. "Mhm... $name... you're so freaking tight, man..." The water's made it easier for him to penetrate you. Much less painless. "I don't top a lot... but you... I'll dominate you all the way..." With each thrust, with each time his balls slap your ass, he increases his speed. He's started to leak precum inside of you. After a while of fucking you, the pain has disappeared and your moans are ones of pleasure. Unexpectedly, you feel a jolt of pleasure through your entire body, making you whimper. "Mhm... I see I've found your magic spot..." He says as he focuses on hitting your prostate with his dick. "Make that sound again, $name... it was really hot..." Like a puppy, you obey his command and make the sound he desires to hear. "Good boy..." Even though you hadn't been touching yourself the last few minutes, precum has still been leaking uncontrollably from your dick. Seeing that you've fully gotten used to having him inside your ass, he increases the speed of railing you as fast as he can. If you keep going like this, both of you will cum, even you, hands-free. [[Cum.->cum bottom bedroom]]

"Y-yeah, please go easy on me," you say as he inserts the tip in.(if: $virgin is 't')[ You feel a piercing-like pain from behind, which makes you wince.](else:)[ You wince as his head stretches your hole.] "You okay?" He asks, his voice full of worry for you. "Y-yeah, I'm alright... you can start moving..." You tell him. He starts to slowly move his hips forward, getting more of his cock in you. You can't help, but moan as his length stretches your insides, and being handcuffed, you can't stop him. "It's okay... it'll feel really good in just a bit..." He moves his hands to your hips as he touches your butt. "I'll give you a moment to adjust, $name..." He leans forward, breathing on your neck. "I-is it all in?" You ask with a shaky voice, even though you already know the answer. "Yeah. You managed to take my whole dick, $name. I'll start to move now, alright?" You nod, not being able to utter a single word. He starts to move his body back and forth, his dick sliding in and out of you. "Mhm... $name... you're so freaking tight, man..." The water's made it easier for him to penetrate you. Much less painless. "I don't top a lot... but you... I'll dominate you all the way..." With each thrust, with each time his balls slap your ass, he increases his speed. He's started to leak precum inside of you. After a while of fucking you, the pain has disappeared and your moans are ones of pleasure. Unexpectedly, you feel a jolt of pleasure through your entire body, making you whimper. "Mhm... I see I've found your magic spot..." He says as he focuses on hitting your prostate with his dick. "Make that sound again, $name... it was really hot..." Like a puppy, you obey his command and make the sound he desires to hear. "Good boy..." Even though you hadn't been touching yourself the last few minutes, precum has still been leaking uncontrollably from your dick. Seeing that you've fully gotten used to having him inside your ass, he increases the speed of railing you as fast as he can. If you keep going like this, both of you will cum, even you, hands-free. [[Cum.->cum bottom bedroom]]

"I... I'm close... Kyle... let's cum together..." You say breathless. "Y-you want me to... cum inside?" "Y-yeah! Do it! Cum in me, Kyle!" You say, almost in a begging tone, like you're desperate to feel his hot sperm inside you. With one last thrust, you feel his dick twitch, filling you up with his hot cum. Not being able to hold it in any longer, you shoot your hot sperm all over your chest. You take a quick glance at the mess you made—you came a lot. Panting, Kyle leans on your back as he slides his dick out. "That was... wow..." [[Have him eat your cum.]] [[Stop here.->stop 4 idk]]

He takes a tissue from your nightstand and cleans your stomach, followed by your butt and then his dick. He goes up to your face and kisses you one last time. "Fuck..." He says, sliding his tongue in. After making out for a while, he falls on your chest, his hand caressing you gently. "That was... fucking awesome, $name." "Yeah... it fucking was..." You agree with him. It was one of your best sexual experiences. “Yeah. I mean... this was amazing, but I gotta ask—what about... us? Do you think there’s room for, like, a relationship here? Or are you not looking for that right now?” You consider his question carefully, knowing this very moment could shape your whole life. [[Ask him out on a date.->date bedroom]] [[Tell him that you don't have time for dating.->no date bedroom]]

"Your cum looks so tasty, $name. We wouldn't want it to go to waste, would we?" He asks. You watch as Kyle gathers the slimy white substance from your stomach and brings it to his face. Looking you in the eyes, he parts his lips, opens his mouth, and slides his fingers in. He licks his fingers, sucking them, tasting your cum. "Fuck... it's so salty..." "Do you like it?" You ask, to which he nods with a smile. "It's Bitter. Sweet. But mostly salty. It's a perfect delicious combination of you." As your cum hits his throat, sliding down it, he chokes at its thickness, but he doesn't bother stopping. He's going to finish his meal, no matter what. When he's done, he pulls his fingers out. "Fuck..." He says before kissing you, sliding his tongue in, giving you a taste of yourself. After making out for a while, he falls on your chest, his hand caressing you gently. "That was... fucking awesome, $name." "Yeah... it fucking was..." You agree with him. It was one of your best sexual experiences. “Yeah. I mean... this was amazing, but I gotta ask—what about... us? Do you think there’s room for, like, a relationship here? Or are you not looking for that right now?” You consider his question carefully, knowing this very moment could shape your whole life. [[Ask him out on a date.->date bedroom]] [[Tell him that you don't have time for dating.->no date bedroom]]

Demo ends here, buddy.

You take your dick in hand and move up to his face, then you push it into his mouth. He coughs and his eyes widen in surprise, unprepared for your sudden move. But soon, he adjusts, getting used to your size. He begins to move his tongue, swirling it slowly around the tip, expertly teasing your most sensitive spot and sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You groan as he moves his head forward, taking your cock deeper into his mouth. "Fuck... you're like a professional," you say as his tongue slides alongside your shaft. You can't see it on his lips, as they're on your dick, but by the spark in his eyes, you can tell that you made him smile. [[Gently move his head.->getnly fuck head]] [[Roughly fuck his mouth.->roughly fuck mouth]]

Still beating your meat, you kneel down, his delicious ass in front of you. You stick your tongue out and start working with it from his taint to his hole. When you reach his hole... it tastes better than you ever could have expected. You spit on it and then you circle your tongue around his hole before sliding it in, literally fucking him with your tongue. Like a horny beast, you can't help but keep on stroking your dick. Nobody has turned you on like this before. You may have rimmed other people before, but this... You pull back a bit just to spit on it again before you go back to sucking it. Any attempt of Kyle to suppress his moans fails. He's way louder than he was before. Your lips part from him, but your tongue doesn't. It's like you can't even control yourself anymore. "This... this is the best... rim... rimjob... a guy has ever given me..." Kyle says, his arms on the wall as he supports himself while you eat his ass. After a few more minutes of licking his hole up and down, in circles... you get up from your knees, more turned on than ever, and position your manhood to his hole. He winces in pain as he tries to get used to his hole wrapping your tip. [[Thrust in.->thrust in bed]] [[Be gentle.->gentle bed]]

Your breath catches as you look up at him, the heat around you thick, your body light despite the pressure beneath you. Slowly, your hands move along his thighs. He whimpers at your touch, "$name..." Hearing him say your name, you can't help but take his hard-on in your hand, stroking it slowly. You stick your tongue out, finding his tip with it. You wrap your lips around the head, hearing him moan softly. You slide your tongue down his shaft, moving toward his balls, sure that you’ll have him leaking his tasty pre-cum in no time. "F-fuck, $name... your mouth... it... it feels so fucking..." He can't finish his sentence as it's interrupted by his own moan, which you doubt he has much control over. About him leaking, you were right. A few moments of his dick in your wet mouth and you can taste his salty precum on your tongue. [[Slide your fingers to his hole.->Finger him.]] [[Keep sucking his dick.->keep sucking dick bed]] [[Do something else.]]

You position your dick to his hole. "You ready?" "As ready as I'll ever be, haha," he lets out a nervous laugh. [[Thrust in.->thrust in bed]] [[Be gentle.->gentle bed]]

You spit on your fingers and they find their way to his tight entrance. As you gently rub the area with your index finger, he trembles. When you slowly push in a few centimeters, he gasps. Your finger slides in easily thanks to the water. "K-keep going..." You feel him relax, which lets you slide even more of your finger in. You had no idea you'd be fingering your feminine roommate so soon, but you're not complaining. After sliding your finger in and out for a while, you sense that he's ready for one more, so you insert your middle finger in too. His hole is so fucking tight... and you can't help but wonder how your dick would feel in it. [[Fuck him.]] [[Do something else.]]

He moves back into the bed a bit, in a desperate attempt to stop you. "D-dude... if you don't stop... I'm gonna—f-fuck, FUCK!" He swears as his dick begins to twitch in your mouth. He shoots his load in your mouth. It lands on your tongue and it's much stronger than his precum. It's much tastier too. Bitter. Sweet. But mostly salty. It's a perfect delicious combination of him. As his string of cum hits your throat, sliding down it, you choke at its thickness, but you don't bother pulling out. Not until he's finished nutting in your mouth. When he's done, you pull his dick out. "Fuck... that... was the best blowjob... I've ever gotten... man... $name..." [[Round two?->round two bed]] [[Stop here.->stop 2 idk]]

Without giving him time to fully adjust, like an animal in heat, you thrust your dick in. He cries in pain, "A-Ah, damn it, $name... s-slower... p-pl-" You don't even let him finish the complaint. You don't care about it. You're too horny to care. All you want right now is to feel good. You hear your balls slap as you shove your whole length inside of him. "Shh, it's okay... I'm gonna make you feel really, good really soon..." You say as you try to hit his G-spot. "Mhmmmmmm..." He whimpers, but then a moan full of arousal escapes his lips. You know you've found his magic spot. "Y-yes, $name... T-there... AHGM, AHH! FUCK!" You place your hands on his hips as your rod slides in and out of him at full speed. You groan, moving your head back. Then, you slide one hand on his waist and the other one on his chest, pinching his nipple. You lean forward and your lips find his neck, kissing him with a fiery passion. "$name... you feel... so... fucking... good... inside of me..." "Mhm... out of..." you thrust again, "breath... already?" "N-no one has m-made me feel as good as you have, $name..." You turn his head slightly and kiss him. You know he has no energy to fight with, so you glide your tongue into his wet mouth. Exploring every inch of him like this... it feels better than you could have ever imagined... Thanks to your spin and precum now, fucking him is a breeze, and the way his hot insides are squeezing your rock-hard dick... the way you're //rearranging// his insides... you can't last much longer. Without much warning, you feel your dick start to twitch... [[Pull out and cum on his ass.->pull out and cum on ass bed]] [[Cum in him.->cum in him bed]]

Despite being like animals in heat, you gently insert your dick in him. He quietly winces in pain, "A-Ah, damn it, $name..." "Want me to go slower?" You ask as the caring gentleman you are. "N-nah... j-just g-give me a s-second..." You can hear him breathe heavily, "O-okay, you can start moving..." You start to move, and his moans quiet down, which you take as a sign to increase your pace. You hear your balls clap a bit when you put your whole length inside of him. "You okay in there?" "Mhm," he mumbes something after //mhm-ing//, which you didn't hear. "It's okay... I'm gonna make you feel really, good really soon..." You say as you try to hit his G-spot. "Mhmmmmmm..." He whimpers, but then a moan full of arousal escapes his lips. You know you've found his magic spot. "Y-yes, $name... T-there... AHGM, AHH! FUCK!" You place your hands on his hips as your rod slides in and out of him at your desired speed now. You groan, moving your head back. Then, you slide one hand on his shoulder and the other one on his chest, pinching his nipple. You lean forward and your lips find his neck, kissing him with a fiery passion. "$name... you feel... so... fucking... good... inside of me..." "Mhm... out of..." you thrust again, "breath... already?" "N-no one has m-made me feel as good as you have, $name..." You turn his head slightly and kiss him. You know he has no energy to fight with, so you glide your tongue into his wet mouth. Exploring every inch of him like this... it feels better than you could have ever imagined... Thanks to your spit and precum now, fucking him raw is a breeze, and the way his hot insides are squeezing your rock-hard dick... the way you're //rearranging// his insides... you can't last much longer. [[Pull out and cum on his ass.->pull out and cum on ass bed]] [[Cum in him.->cum in him bed]]

[[Move up and fuck his face.]] [[Move his legs up and eat him out.]] [[Suck his dick.]] [[Fuck him.]] [[Finger him.]]

You watch as your dick pops. A few strokes and you paint his ass with your hot white liquid. When you're done, panting, you lean on his shoulder. "D-dude, I'm... I'm gonna--" watching you shoot your load on him, Kyle cums hands-free. You take a look down and watch as he sprays his semen on his stomach. "...Wow..." Kyle sighs. [[Eat the cum on his body.]] [[Feed him your cum.]] [[Stop here.->stop here 5?]]

You groan as your hot white liquid starts filling him up. Panting, you lean on him while your dick twitches. "D-dude, I'm... I'm gonna--" You feel Kyle's sperm land on your stomach, making a mess on both of you. "...Wow..." Kyle sighs. You're both breathless, but it doesn't have to end here. [[Pull out and eat your cum off his ass.->pull out and eat him out after cumming bed]] [[Feed him his cum.]] [[Stop here.->stop here 5?]]

With your fingers, you gather the cum from yours and his stomach. You bring your hand to his mouth, and he eagerly parts his lips, opening his mouth, as he's looking at you in the eyes. You slide your fingers in his wet mouth, his tongue gathering your releases. He's sucking your fingers, trying to get as much of the two of you as he can. When he's done, you pull your fingers out and he says "Kiss me," You lean down and smash your lips against his. You can taste your loads in him as you slide your tongue in. After making out for a while, you fall on your chest, your hand caressing him gently. You take a tissue from the nightstand and clean up your messes. "That was... fucking awesome, $name." "Yeah... it fucking was..." You agree with him. It was one of your best sexual experiences. “Yeah. I mean... this was amazing, but I gotta ask—what about... us? Do you think there’s room for, like, a relationship here? Or are you not looking for that right now?” You consider his question carefully, knowing this very moment could shape your whole life. [[Ask him out on a date.->date bedroom 2]] [[Tell him that you don't have time for dating.->no date bedroom 2]]

"Fuck..." You say before kissing him, sliding your tongue in. After making out for a while, you fall on your chest, your hand caressing him gently. You take a tissue from the nightstand and clean up your messes. "That was... fucking awesome, $name." "Yeah... it fucking was..." You agree with him. It was one of your best sexual experiences. “Yeah. I mean... this was amazing, but I gotta ask—what about... us? Do you think there’s room for, like, a relationship here? Or are you not looking for that right now?” You consider his question carefully, knowing this very moment could shape your whole life. [[Ask him out on a date.->date bedroom 2]] [[Tell him that you don't have time for dating.->no date bedroom 2]]

This time, slowly, you pull your dick out. You don't need to hurry—both of you have had your releases, haven't you? You watch as your dick pops out and drops of your tasty cum flow from his hole. You get on your knees and pull your tongue out, spreading his hole, you start it clean. "D-dude... seriously, haha. How are you still horny...?" He asks in a playful manner. Your cum tastes salty, sweet, and bitter-ish at the same time. After you're done cleaning the mess you made, you go up to his stomach, licking every single drop of his release clean. His cum is sweeter than yours. You move up, kissing him again, tongues dancing together as you share your tastes. "Mhm... tastes good..." After making out for a while, you tire out, both breathless. [[Stop here.->stop here 5?]]

Demo ends here, buddy.

With your fingers, you gather the cum in his ass and his stomach. You bring your hand to his mouth, and he eagerly parts his lips, opening his mouth, as he's looking at you in the eyes. You slide your fingers in his wet mouth, his tongue gathering your releases. He's sucking your fingers, trying to get as much of the two of you as he can. When he's done, you pull your fingers out and he says "Kiss me," You lean down and smash your lips against his. You can taste your loads in him as you slide your tongue in. After making out for a while, you fall on your chest, your hand caressing him gently. You take a tissue from the nightstand and clean up your messes. "That was... fucking awesome, $name." "Yeah... it fucking was..." You agree with him. It was one of your best sexual experiences. “Yeah. I mean... this was amazing, but I gotta ask—what about... us? Do you think there’s room for, like, a relationship here? Or are you not looking for that right now?” You consider his question carefully, knowing this very moment could shape your whole life. [[Ask him out on a date.->date bedroom 2]] [[Tell him that you don't have time for dating.->no date bedroom 2]]

[[Move up and fuck his face.]] [[Move his legs up and eat him out.]] [[Fuck him.]] [[Finger him.]]

You move your head to his hole, sticking your tongue out, and with it, you clean the mess you made. You watch as he pushes out your cum from his hole, which you eagerly lick. When you're done, you move up to his stomach, cleaning his mess there. His cum is sweeter than yours; yours is more salty. It's also kinda bittery. "Fuck..." You say before kissing him, sliding your tongue in, sharing your tastes with him. After making out for a while, you fall on your chest, your hand caressing him gently. You take a tissue from the nightstand and clean up your messes. "That was... fucking awesome, $name. And fuck, you're mouth is so salty..." "Yeah... it fucking was..." You agree with him. It was one of your best sexual experiences. “Yeah. I mean... this was amazing, but I gotta ask—what about... us? Do you think there’s room for, like, a relationship here? Or are you not looking for that right now?” You consider his question carefully, knowing this very moment could shape your whole life. [[Ask him out on a date.->date bedroom 2]] [[Tell him that you don't have time for dating.->no date bedroom 2]]

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The full game has a total of around 50,500 words, 239 passages, and it costs 1,50$. In this game, you have: 1. A femboy (obviously) 2. Power play 3. Shower sex 4. Handjobs 5. Blowjobs 6. Anal 7. Eating cum 8. Eating ass 9. You can be both top and bottom

[[Have shower sex.->Let's go to the bathroom.]] [[Have sex in your bedroom.->Let's go to my bedroom.]]