Roommate's Secret

"you go into Mateos room like usual to see if he has a game that you can’t seem to find in your room. So without thinking you swing his door open and realize that he’s sitting in his Gamer chair playing cod while wearing thigh highs, pink panties, a my melody cropped tank top, and a collar…" ACK!! WHAT HAPPENED TO KNOCKING?! "Mateo shouts as he turns around his seat so that you can’t see him." WHAT DO YOU WANT?! "he yells, extremely embarrassed."

"He's still facing away from you, his face burning with embarrassment and a hint of arousal. You can hear his rapid breathing." I... uh... I didn't know you'd be barging in like that... "He mutters, trying to hide his flustered state." And this... setup... is none of your business. "He finally turns around, his eyes avoiding yours as he fidgets with the hem of his tank top." Just... just leave me alone, okay? "He demands, but his voice lacks its usual bite, replaced by a shaky plea."

"His cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as he squirms in his seat, clearly uncomfortable under your gaze." I... it's nothing, okay? Just... just a little fun I've been having. "He looks up at you, his eyes pleading for understanding, but there's a spark of defiance in them too." And it's not a hobby, it's... private. "He emphasizes the last word, as if daring you to probe further." "He stands up from his chair, the movement causing his skirt to ride up and reveal more of his pink panties. He tugs it back down, his hands shaking slightly." You don't need to know about this, Chris. Really. "His voice is barely above a whisper now, laced with a mix of fear and desire." Just... just forget you ever saw this, okay? "He looks at you with wide, desperate eyes, his body language open and submissive, as if begging you to take control of the situation."

"His breath hitches as your fingers graze his ear, his body trembling under your touch. He looks up at you with a mix of fear and excitement, his pupils dilated with arousal." I... I don't know if that's a good idea, Chris... "He whispers, but there's a hitch in his voice, a clear desire for more." "He bites his lip, his eyes darting down to your crotch, then back up to meet your gaze. You can see the conflict in him, the struggle between his need for privacy and his want for your approval, your touch." If... if you really want to see more... "He takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly." I'll show you... but... just you, okay? No one else can know about this... "He looks at you with a pleading expression, as if begging for your secrecy and understanding."

"He lets out a soft gasp as you pull him closer, his body melting into your touch. His hands come up to rest on your chest, feeling the heat of your skin through your shirt." O-okay... "He whispers, his voice trembling with a mix of nerves and desire." Just... just like this... "He starts to slowly turn around, giving you a full view of his feminine attire and the way it clings to his curves." "As he spins, you catch a glimpse of the collar around his neck, the delicate chain linking it to a small, heart-shaped locket. His hair is styled in loose, flowing waves, and his makeup is subtle yet enhancing, accentuating his natural beauty. He looks up at you with a mix of vulnerability and anticipation, his lips parted slightly as he waits for your reaction."

"He shivers at your touch, his body responding eagerly to your closeness. He looks up at you with a mix of emotion, his eyes glistening with unshed tears." I... I just feel more like myself when I'm like this... "He whispers, his voice trembling." Like I can finally breathe, you know? "He takes a deep breath, as if to illustrate his point." "His hand finds its way to your chest, feeling the rhythm of your heartbeat." It's like... when I'm dressed up, I don't have to hide who I am. I can be soft and feminine without worrying about what others think. "He looks up at you with a hint of defiance, as if challenging you to accept him for who he is." And... and when I'm with you, Chris... I feel safe. Like I can be my true self, even if that means being vulnerable. "His hand slides down to rest on your hip, his fingers digging in slightly, as if seeking comfort and reassurance."

"He moans softly as you rock your hips against his, his own hips responding instinctively to the contact. He looks up at you with a mix of desire and trepidation, his breath coming in short gasps." It... it feels amazing, Chris... "He whispers, his voice trembling with emotion." Being vulnerable with you, it's like... a weight's been lifted off my shoulders. I can just be, without judgment or expectation. "He leans into your touch, his body molding to yours." "His hand slides around to your front, feeling the bulge in your pants grow with each passing second. He bites his lip, his eyes darkening with lust." And... yes, it turns me on. So much. "He admits, his voice barely above a whisper." I want you, Chris. All of you. "He looks up at you with a pleading expression, his body language open and submissive, as if begging for your touch, your approval."

"He nods eagerly, his fingers trembling as he reaches for the zipper. He tugs it down slowly, revealing the growing bulge in your pants. His hand slides inside, feeling the heat of your skin, the hard length of your cock." I... I want you to take control, Chris... "He whispers, his voice filled with desire." Make me yours, use me however you want... "He looks up at you with a mix of fear and excitement, his body trembling with anticipation." "His other hand finds its way to the hem of his skirt, tugging it up to reveal more of his pale, smooth thighs. He's wearing no underwear, leaving him completely exposed to your gaze." Please, Chris... touch me, claim me... "He begs, his hips bucking forward slightly, seeking more contact." I'm yours, all yours... "His words are punctuated by a soft moan as he continues to stroke your hardening cock through your pants."

"His breath hitches at your command, a shiver running down his spine as he nods eagerly. He starts to slowly peel off his tank top, revealing the soft, pale skin of his chest. His nipples are hard, pebbled with arousal, and he looks up at you with a mix of fear and excitement as he exposes himself to your gaze." "Next, he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his skirt, tugging it down over his hips. The fabric pools at his feet, leaving him clad only in his thigh-high stockings and pink panties. He steps out of the skirt, his movements hesitant but eager, as if unsure of himself but desperately wanting to please you." "He reaches behind to unclip his bra, letting it fall to the floor. His breasts are small but perfectly shaped, the rosy nipples standing at attention. He looks up at you, his chest heaving with excitement and fear, waiting for your reaction." I... I'm bare for you, Chris... "He whispers, his voice trembling." Now, please... take control... "His eyes are pleading, his body open and submissive, ready for you to claim him as yours."

"He melts into the kiss, his lips parting eagerly to welcome yours. He tastes of sweet, nervous anticipation, and his body molds to yours, seeking contact and reassurance. As the kiss deepens, he moans softly into your mouth, his hands coming up to rest on your chest." "He breaks the kiss, panting slightly, his eyes glazed with desire." Y-yes, Chris... I'm ready... "He whispers, his voice trembling with need." I want you to explore me, to claim me... make me yours... "He looks up at you with a mix of fear and excitement, his body trembling with anticipation." "He reaches for the hem of his panties, pulling them down slowly, revealing his smooth, hairless mound. He looks up at you, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal, as he steps out of the panties and kicks them aside." I... I'm completely bare for you now, Chris... "He whispers, his eyes pleading for your touch, your approval." Please... don't stop... "His words are punctuated by a soft whimper, his body aching for your possession."

"He gasps softly as your hand makes contact with his most intimate area, his body jolting with pleasure. His eyes flutter closed, his head tilting back slightly as he savors the touch." Oh, Chris... "He whispers, his voice trembling with desire." Please... touch me more... "He looks up at you with pleading eyes, his body arching into your hand, seeking more contact." "He's completely bare before you, his skin soft and smooth, his young, unblemished flesh a testament to his innocence and naivety. You can see the delicate folds of his sex, the tiny, puckered hole of his anus, and the soft, puffy lips of his clit. He's a feast for the eyes, a beautiful, fragile thing that you want to claim and possess." "As your fingers explore his mound, he moans softly, his hips bucking up to meet your touch. His hands come up to rest on your shoulders, his grip tightening as he loses himself in the sensation." Yes... yes, just like that... "He pants, his breath coming in short gasps." Make me yours, Chris... "He begs, his body trembling with anticipation, ready for you to take him to new heights of pleasure."

"He cries out at the sudden pinch, his body arching sharply as pleasure shoots through him. His eyes fly open, wide with shock and delight, and he looks at you with a mix of fear and excitement." Ah! Chris, yes! "He pants, his voice high and breathy." Please, more... don't stop... "His hips buck erratically, trying to grind against your hand, seeking more of that intense sensation." "His hands scrabble at your shoulders, his nails digging in slightly as he loses himself in the pleasure. He's so responsive, so eager to please, and it's intoxicating to see him like this, completely at your mercy." "As you continue to tease and torment his clit, his moans grow louder, more desperate. His skin is flushed, his chest heaving with each ragged breath, and he looks like he might collapse from the intensity of it all." Yes, yes, just like that! "He screams, his voice raw with pleasure." I'm yours, Chris, all yours! "He begs, his body trembling on the verge of climax." Please, make me cum... I need it... "His words are punctuated by whimpers and moans, his entire being focused on the pleasure you're giving him."

"His moans escalate into a high-pitched wail as you increase the pressure on his sensitive clit. His body shakes uncontrollably, his hips bucking wildly as he tries to grind against your hand." Please, Chris, please! "He screams, his voice hoarse with desperation." Make me cum, make me cum NOW! "His eyes are glazed over, his pupils dilated with pleasure, and he looks like he's on the verge of passing out." "His hands clutch at your shoulders, his nails digging in so hard they leave marks. He's completely lost in the moment, his mind consumed by the need for release." I need it, Chris, I NEED IT! "He chants, his body trembling with the force of his climax." Please, please, please make me yours! "His words are punctuated by gasps and whimpers, his entire being focused on the impending orgasm." "As you continue to tease him, he starts to chant your name, over and over, like a prayer." Chris, Chris, Chris... "He moans, his voice barely coherent with pleasure." Please, oh please, make me cum! "He begs, his body coiled tight like a spring, ready to explode at the slightest touch."

"His moans reach a fever pitch as you apply even more pressure, his body arching off the bed in ecstasy." OH GOD, CHRIS! "He screams, his voice echoing off the walls." YES, YES, YES! "His hips buck wildly, his thighs clamping around your hand as he grinds against you." "His eyes roll back, his mouth open in a silent scream as the pleasure builds to a crescendo. His chest heaves, his skin glistening with sweat, and he looks like he's on the verge of convulsing." I'M GOING TO... I'M GOING TO... "He chokes out, his voice strained with the effort of holding back." "And then, with a final, desperate cry of your name, he explodes." CHRIS! CHRIS, CHRIS, CHRIS! "He screams, his entire body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over him." I'M YOURS! I'M SO FUCKING YOURS! "He sobs, his voice raw and broken, as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm." "As the tremors subside, he collapses back onto the bed, his chest heaving, his skin flushed, and his eyes glassy with post-orgasmic bliss. He looks up at you with a dazed, adoring expression, his lips parted in a soft, satisfied smile."

"He looks up at you with a mix of awe and adoration, his eyes still glazed over with pleasure." I... I never knew it could feel like this, Chris... "He whispers, his voice trembling with emotion." You make me feel so alive, so wanted... so loved. "He reaches up to touch your face, his fingers trailing over your cheekbone with a tender intimacy." "He pulls you down for a soft, loving kiss, his lips parting eagerly to welcome yours. As you kiss, he wraps his arms around your neck, holding you close as if he never wants to let go." I'm yours, Chris, all yours... "He murmurs against your lips." I want to be your little femboy, your roseboy, forever... "He gazes up at you with a look of pure devotion, his heart laid bare for you to see." "He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your scent, and lets out a contented sigh." Thank you, Chris... for showing me what it means to be truly happy... "He whispers, his voice filled with gratitude and love." I promise to always be good for you, to always make you proud... "He looks up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye." And to always be ready for your cock, whenever and wherever you want me. "He grins, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement."

"He giggles at your words, a playful, flirtatious sound that sends a shiver down your spine." Ooh, I like the way you think, Chris... "He purrs, his eyes sparkling with mischief." Let's make some music, then... "He reaches down to stroke your hardening cock through your pants, his touch light and teasing." "With a graceful movement, he rolls onto his back, spreading his legs wide in invitation. His skin is still flushed from his earlier orgasm, and his folds glisten with a hint of arousal." Come and get me, big boy... "He coos, his voice low and sultry." Show me what that cock of yours can do... "He bites his lip, his eyes locked on yours with a challenge and a promise of pleasure."

"He shivers at your words, his body responding eagerly to your desire. He reaches down to spread his legs even wider, revealing his glistening, pink flesh to your hungry gaze." Please, Chris... I need you... "He whimpers, his voice trembling with need." Touch me, taste me, claim me as yours... "He looks up at you with pleading eyes, his body arching off the bed in anticipation." "He reaches out to undo your pants, his fingers fumbling with the buttons in his haste to free your cock. As soon as it springs out, he wraps his hand around the shaft, stroking it with a reverent touch." Oh, Chris... you're so big... so hard... "He murmurs, his eyes wide with wonder." I can't wait to feel you inside me... "He leans back on his elbows, presenting his slick, inviting hole to you." Come on, big boy... give it to me... fuck me senseless... "He pants, his body trembling with anticipation, ready for you to take him to new heights of pleasure."