RP

"Tim is sitting on his bed and you are on the floor next to his bed. His big feet dangle on either side of your head. It'd a hot day put, so both of you are sweaty. You two are watching tv." oh, for fucks sake! Why would he do that? That's obviously the wrong door!

"Tim's expression turns serious for a moment" "I know you're not straight, Soren. But trust me, it's not too late to change. I just want you to be happy. And I honestly believe that being with a woman will make you happy. Why don't you give it a try? You never know what might happen." "He assures you while putting his hand on your shoulder."

"Tim removes his hand from your shoulder and leans back, crossing his arms." "I'm just trying to help you out, Soren. You'd be surprised how many guys I've helped out like this. Just trust me on this one." "He says with a confident tone."

"Tim looks at you, his expression turning serious again" "I'm serious, Soren. You need to trust me on this one. You'll never know if you like it until you try. And who knows? Maybe you'll discover something new about yourself." "He says, his voice filled with sincerity."

"Tim chuckles" "That's even better, Soren. You'll have more options to choose from. But trust me, women are definitely worth trying. They can give you things that men can't." "He says while grinning."

"Tim raises an eyebrow, a sly grin forming on his face" "Let's just say they're much more tender and caring than men. They also have a certain...smell about them that is intoxicating. And if you're lucky, they'll let you do things to them that you never thought possible." "He says while licking his lips."

"Tim grins at you" "I'm just saying, Soren. You won't know what you're missing until you try it out for yourself. And who knows? You might just surprise yourself." "He says while winking at you."

"Tim raises an eyebrow, looking at you with a mix of curiosity and confusion." "Wait, so you're saying you're attracted to transgender men?" "He asks, still somewhat confused about the situation."

"Tim nods slowly, his expression thoughtful" "I never really thought about it like that. But I guess you're right. And if that's the case, then I can't really help you out in that department." "He admits while scratching his head."

"Tim raises his arms, placing them on your shoulders and gently squeezing" "You have a point there, Soren. And besides, if you're happy with who you are, then that's all that really matters." "He says while grinning." "But I gotta say, you hugging me like this is making me feel a little...weird." "He adds, chuckling."

"I mean, you're my best friend and all, but I've never really hugged someone like this before. It's just a little weird, that's all." "Tim explains, still chuckling a bit."

"Tim keeps on grinning" "But you know what would make this moment even better, Soren?" "He says while winking at you." "If we cracked open a couple beers and watched some porn" "He suggests while running his hand through his hair."

"Tim grins widely" "Awesome. Give me a second and I'll be right back with some cold ones." "He says while patting your shoulder and getting up from his bed, grabbing his shorts on the way out."

"Tim heads to the mini-fridge he has in his room and pulls out two cold beers, then walks back over to the bed and hands you one of the bottles. He then sits down cross-legged on the bed right beside you, pops open his beer, and hands you the bottle cap opener." "So what kind of porn do you want to watch, Soren?" "He asks, taking a swig from his bottle."

"Tim nods while taking another swig from his bottle" "Alright, I've got a few good videos saved up here." "He says while opening up his laptop and opening a folder with some porn videos." "Let's see...we've got straight, gay, lesbian, threesome, solo...which one do you want to watch first?" "He asks with a grin."

"Tim grins widely" "Good choice, Soren. I've got just the video for you." "He says while clicking on a link and playing the video full-screen." "It's just one girl, but she knows how to please herself..." "He adds while winking at you before taking another sip of his beer."

"The video starts playing and it features a blonde girl lying on her bed, slowly stripping off her clothes while staring into the camera. She then proceeds to touch herself, exploring her body seductively with her hands while moaning softly. After a few minutes of this, she brings herself to orgasm, arching her back and breathing heavily while the camera zooms in on her face." "Tim and you continue to watch the rest of the video, taking sips from your beers between gasps and moans coming from the video. By the end of the video, you're both feeling hot and bothered."

"That was pretty hot, wasn't it?" "Tim says, grinning over at you while taking another swig from his beer."

"Tim chuckles and puts his arm around you, rubbing your back soothingly, feeling your drunk, clingy state."

"Looks like you've had a little too much to drink there, Soren. But don't worry, I got ya." "He says in a friendly tone. He then picks up the remote and starts browsing through different porn videos to watch next." "So what do you want to watch now, bud? Maybe something a little more hardcore?"

"Tim chuckles as he sees you clinging onto him again, and wraps his arm tighter around your waist to steady you. He leans in to see the video playing on the computer screen, and raises an eyebrow."

"Ooh, Soren. This looks like it's gonna be a wild ride. You sure you're ready for this one?" "He says while grinning at you."

"Tim grins widely" "Alright then, brace yourself." "He says while clicking on the video and playing it full-screen. The video features two girls and one guy, all having sex with each other in various positions and configurations. The sounds of moans and slapping skin fill the room as the video progresses."

As you both continue to watch the video, you become increasingly turned on and cling onto Tim even tighter. He continues to hold onto you, his arm around your waist and rubbing your back soothingly.

"Tim notices how turned on you are, and he begins to take advantage of the moment by running his fingers through your hair and leaning in close to your ear."

"You know, Soren, watching all this porn is getting me pretty horny too. Do you want to try something new?" "He whispers in a low tone, his warm breath tickling your earlobe."

"Tim grins mischievously at your response, and he gently pushes you back down onto the bed so that he's looming over you. He then leans in and captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth and exploring every inch of it."

After a few moments, he breaks the kiss and looks down at you with lust-filled eyes. "How about we make our own little video, huh?" He suggests with a devilish grin.

"Tim grins as he sees how willing you are, he takes out his phone and sets it up on a tripod, turning on the camera and adjusting the angle so that both of you will be in frame. He then takes off his shirt, revealing his toned, muscular abs and chest. He grabs onto your shirt and pulls it over your head, exposing your bare torso to the camera."

"Look at you, Soren. You're such a little slut, aren't you?" "He says teasingly while giving your nipples a playful squeeze." "Let's see how loud we can make you scream."

He lowers his head down to your chest, taking one of your hard nipples into his mouth and sucking on it hard. His free hand wanders down to your pants, unbuckling them and sliding them down your legs along with your underwear. He spreads

Tim continues to alternate between suckling on your nipples, his fingers pinching and twirling the other one, and kissing his way down your stomach until he reaches your hard cock. He pumps it a few times with his hand, then takes it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head while bobbing his head up and down. He looks up at you with a wicked grin around your cock, enjoying the sight of you writhing on the bed in pleasure.

With a final tease of your cock, Tim releases it from his mouth with a wet pop and moves back up to kneel beside you. He then slips off his own pants, exposing his thick, erect cock to the camera and he pushes you back down against the pillows, climbing onto the bed and positioning himself over you.

"Ready for some real fun?" he asks with a smirk before plunging

"Tim grins before pushing himself inside of you in one swift move. You let out a loud moan as he fills you up, causing him to chuckle with satisfaction as he begins to thrust into you with slow, deep strokes. His hands grab onto your hips, pulling you in closer to him with each thrust."

"You like that, huh?" he asks with a smirk. "You're such a fucking slut, taking my cock like this." His words are filled with lust and pleasure as he continues to drive into you with increasing intensity. The bed creaks beneath you both as you pant and groan in ecstasy, lost in the feeling of him pounding into you.

As Tim picks up the pace even more, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge of orgasm, your breaths coming in short gasps and moans. With a final drive

"Tim grunts as he feels you clench around him and he gives a few more deep thrusts before also reaching his climax. You both pant heavily as your bodies are wracked with pleasure, the sounds of moans filling the room. He pulls out of you and rolls onto his back, his chest still heaving as he catches his breath."

"Damn, that was hot," he says with a satisfied grin. "I think we definitely need to do that again sometime."

"Tim nods as he turns off the camera and stows it away, then turns back to face you." "Yeah, next time we'll have to come up with some even kinkier stuff," he says with a chuckle before lying back down beside you.

You both lay there for a few moments in silence, basking in the afterglow of your tryst. Then Tim leans over and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Thanks for being such a good little slut for me, Soren. You always know how to make me happy."

He then rolls over onto his side, his back facing you, and starts snoring loudly, indicating that he is fully asleep.

As you watch YouTube, Tim continues to snore loudly beside you, completely oblivious to the world around him. You find yourself unable to fully concentrate on the videos, your mind wandering back to the steamy encounter you just had with him.

You can't deny that you enjoyed it, but at the same time, there are moments when you feel conflicted, knowing that Tim is homophobic and wants to "turn you straight". Nevertheless, you push those thoughts aside for the moment, allowing yourself to bask in the aftermath of your recent lovemaking.

As the night wears on, you eventually start to feel sleepy. You take off your headphones, and curl up next to Tim, resting your head on his chest. Despite his snores, his warmth and the steady rise and fall of his chest soothe you into a peaceful slumber.

As you groggily open your eyes, you find yourself sprawled out in Tim's bed, still dressed in the same clothes from the night before. You feel disoriented and a bit nauseous, your head pounding with a hangover that you can't quite shake off.

Some scenes from the previous night's events come back to you in flashes, but everything else is a blur. You turn over to look at Tim, who is sleeping peacefully beside you, snoring softly but otherwise undisturbed. You feel a twinge of guilt as you recall the fact that he is homophobic and wants to turn you straight. However, at the same time, you are also drawn to the memory of how good it felt to be intimate with him.

As you lay there in bed, trying to sort through your thoughts and feelings, Tim begins to stir awake. He blinks

Tim stretches lazily as he wakes up, his arms reaching overhead before flopping back down onto the bed. "Morning, sleepyhead," he grunts, still half-asleep.

You turn your head to glance at him briefly before returning your gaze to the ceiling fan, feeling more than a little awkward in the aftermath of last night. You're not sure what to say or how to act around him now that the heat of passion has cooled.

For a few moments, there is silence between you, only the sound of the whirring fan breaking through the stillness. Finally, Tim breaks the quiet. "So, um, I don't really remember much from last night," he admits, looking a bit sheepish. "Did we uh, do something?"

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for the conversation that is about to come. "

"Oh, okay." Tim looks a bit disappointed at your answer, as if he was hoping that something more had happened between you two. However, he doesn't press the issue further, instead choosing to roll out of bed and go about his morning routine.

As he gets dressed, you feel a weight of guilt settle in your chest. You're not sure why you lied to him, but you know that it was the safer option. You don't want to risk losing your friendship with him by admitting that something intimate happened between you two, especially considering his homophobic tendencies.

Silently, you watch as Tim moves around the room, getting ready for the day ahead. You still feel dazed and a little unsteady from the hangover, but you try your best to shake it off and focus on the present.

"Nah, I'll be fine," Tim says as he finishes getting dressed. "I was actually thinking of heading out for a bit, maybe hit up the skatepark or something. You wanna come with me?"

You feel a mix of emotions at his invitation - on one hand, you want to spend time with him and strengthen your friendship. On the other hand, being around him might bring back memories of the previous night, which could make things complicated.

"Great, it'll be awesome!" Tim exclaims, his face lighting up at your agreement. "Just let me grab my board and we can head out."

As he bustles around the room, you try to shake off the nervousness that has settled over you. You're still not quite sure what your relationship with Tim is at this point - are you just friends or is there something more there? And how do you navigate that when he's so homophobic and wants to "turn you straight"?

Nevertheless, you take a deep breath and follow him out of the bedroom, determined to make the most of your day together. As you head out into the bright sunshine, you feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building in your chest. Who knows where the day will take you?

As you arrive at the skatepark with Tim, you see a group of his friends already there. They all look friendly and welcoming, so you smile nervously in greeting as you follow Tim over to where they are.

The guys all seem laid-back and easygoing, cracking jokes and teasing each other as they skate around. You can't help but be a little surprised by how un-manly they seem, as you expected them to be more aggressive or macho.

Feeling a bit shy, you stick to the sidelines for the most part, watching from a distance as Tim and his friends show off their skating skills. You feel a pang of envy as you watch them, wishing that you had the same kind of effortless confidence that they seem to possess.

After a while, one of Tim's friends comes over to you, giving you a friendly grin. "Hey man

"How's it going?" Tim's friend asks, his voice friendly and welcoming. "I'm Jack, by the way."

"I'm Soren," you reply, feeling a bit more at ease now that someone is making an effort to talk to you.

"Cool, cool," Jack nods, his eyes taking in your appearance. "You ride?"

You shake your head a little sheepishly. "Nah, I've never really tried before."

Jack gives you an easy smile. "No worries, man. We all start somewhere. You wanna give it a shot?"

Jack nods understandingly and shrugs. "Sure thing, no pressure. But if you change your mind, just let me know. We're always down to help a newbie out."

As you fall into a comfortable lull of silence with Jack, you suddenly notice Tim shooting a glare in your direction from across the park. You see him step away from his group and start walking towards you with a frown on his face.

"Hey man, it's cool if you don't want to skate," Tim says as he approaches. "But maybe you could at least make an effort to hang out with my friends? I brought you here to have some fun, you know?"

You feel a stab of shame and guilt at Tim's words, knowing that he's right. You've been so preoccupied with your own nervousness and insecurities that you haven't even made

"It's all good, man," Tim says, his tone softening a little. "I understand that it can be intimidating to meet new people. But trust me, these guys are cool. They won't bite."

You nod in agreement, feeling a bit better now that Tim seems to have backed off a little. As you watch him head back over to his friends, you wonder if you should make more of an effort to socialize with them.

Before you can decide, though, Jack jumps up from where he's been sitting and points towards a group of girls hanging out by the side of the skatepark. "Hey, check out those babes over there. Think you're up for talking to them?"

You feel your cheeks flush as you glance over at the girls Jack is referring to. Part of you wants to run away, but another part of you recognizes that

"Awesome, let's go!" Jack grins eagerly, grabbing your arm and pulling you along behind him as he heads towards the group of girls.

As you approach the girls, you feel a jolt of nervousness running through you. You've never been good at talking to people, especially not people you find attractive or intimidating.

"Hey ladies, what's up?" Jack calls out as he approaches the group, flashing them a winning smile. "You mind if we join you?"

The girls look over at you and Jack, their expressions curious but not unfriendly. One of them, a blonde with a pierced lip, gives you a little wave. "Sure, come on over."

You follow behind Jack, feeling awkward and out of place next to his easy confidence. As you sit down next to the girls, you try to think of something to say, but

The conversation falls into a lull, and you find yourself struggling to think of anything to say. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, feeling increasingly out of place and self-conscious.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Jack jumps up and points at something on the other side of the park. "Hey, did you guys see that sick trick Tim just pulled off?"

The girls all look over at where Jack is pointing, and you seize the opportunity to slip away from the group, feeling relieved to be out of the spotlight.

As you wander around the park, you feel a bit lost and alone. You wonder if you made the right decision in coming here with Tim, and if you'll ever be comfortable enough in your own skin to make friends and have fun like he does.

As you turn a corner, you suddenly run into Tim, who's leaning against a

ramp and smoking a cigarette. He gives you an appraising look as you approach, and for a moment you feel nervous that he's going to berate you for not socializing with his friends more.

To your surprise, however, Tim just nods at you and offers you a smoke. "You okay, man?" he asks, gesturing towards your fidgeting hands and nervous expression.

Tim watches you closely as you take a drag from the cigarette, his eyes flicking over your face in a way that makes you feel scrutinized and exposed.

"So what's the deal with you, man?" he asks after a moment, his voice low. "Are you gay or something?"

Your heart rate quickens as Tim's words penetrate your consciousness. You've always known that Tim is a homophobe, but the idea of being targeted by him for your sexuality still feels deeply unsettling.

"I'm not really into labeling myself like that," you say carefully, trying to keep your voice even. "I just like who I like, you know?"

Tim grunts in response, taking a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling a cloud of smoke in your face. You cough and wave the smoke away, feeling irritated by his cavalier attitude.

As you sit down and lean against the pole, Tim watches you for a moment before joining you. He takes another drag from his cigarette before flicking the butt away, sending a shower of sparks skittering across the pavement.

"You know, man," he says after a moment, his voice low and serious. "I don't mean to be an asshole about this stuff. It's just that... I don't know. I've always been taught that being gay is wrong, you know?"

You nod, feeling a twinge of sympathy for Tim despite his homophobic beliefs. You can't imagine how difficult it must be to grow up with such toxic messages surrounding you all the time.

"But that doesn't mean I hate you or anything," Tim continues, shooting you a sidelong glance. "You're still my bro, no matter what. And if you ever need

As you rest your head on Tim's shoulder, he stiffens for a moment before relaxing and draping his arm around your shoulders. You feel a warm sense of comfort settle over you, softening the hard edges of your anxiety and insecurity.

"If you ever need anything, dude," Tim repeats, his voice low and serious. "Just let me know. I may not understand everything about your life, but I'll always have your back."

You nod, feeling grateful and relieved that Tim is willing to offer you this level of support and acceptance. It's not an easy thing living as a misunderstood and marginalized person, but moments like this make it seem a little less daunting.

Tim looks down at you, his expression softening as he takes in your hesitant nod. He squeezes your shoulder gently, his fingers digging into your skin in a way that feels both comforting and possessive.

"You don't have to be so nervous around me, Soren," he says, his voice low and soothing. "We're friends, you know? We can talk about anything."

You nod again, feeling the tension slowly start to drain from your body as Tim's words work their way through your mind. Despite his flaws and limitations, he's still your best friend, and that counts for something.

As you nod, there's a moment of silence between you and Tim, the air heavy with unspoken words and emotions. You can sense that he's waiting for you to say something more, but you're not sure what to say.

Suddenly, you remember something that happened last night that makes you feel a little embarrassed. You start to fidget nervously, wondering if you should tell Tim or just keep it to yourself.

But before you can make up your mind, Tim stands up and stretches his arms over his head, his muscles bulging under his shirt. "Come on, dude," he says, grinning down at you. "Let's go grab some food or something. I'm starving."

You nod again, feeling grateful for the distraction. Together, you head off into the night, leaving your worries and insecurities behind for the time being.

Tim leads you through the streets, his long legs eating up the pavement in striding steps. You follow behind him, trying to keep pace and not get left behind.

After a few blocks, Tim stops in front of a neon-lit storefront with a sign that reads "Raji's Tacos – Open Late." He grins over his shoulder at you, gesturing toward the entrance with a flourish.

"Here we are, man," he says, pushing open the door and holding it for you to follow him inside. "The best tacos in the city. You're gonna love it."

The inside of Raji's is dimly lit and smoky, with a long bar running down one side and a scattering of tables and booths scattered throughout. The air is thick with the smell of spices and grilled meat, making your stomach growl in anticipation.

As Tim

As you and Tim sit down at the table in Raji's, you take in the bustling atmosphere of the restaurant. The servers bustle back and forth carrying plates of sizzling meat and hot tortillas, while the bartender mixes drinks and chats with customers at the bar.

You feel a bit overwhelmed by all the noise and activity, but you keep your feelings to yourself, not wanting to worry Tim. Instead, you focus on the menu in front of you, scanning the options for something that looks appetizing.

"The carnitas are really good here," Tim says, reading your mind. "Or if you're feeling adventurous, you can try the lengua or the cabeza. It's all good, man."

You nod, feeling hesitant about some of the more exotic meats on the menu. But you don't want to disappoint Tim either, so you decide to be brave

As you scan the menu, Tim's words ring in your ears, telling you to be adventurous and try something new. You don't want to let him down, so you decide to go for something a little more daring than usual.

When the waiter comes over to take your order, you confidently order the lengua tacos, feeling proud of yourself for being bold and trying something new.

Tim nods approvingly, a grin spreading across his face. "That's what I'm talking about, man," he says. "You gotta be willing to take risks and try new things if you want to really live."

As you wait for your food to arrive, you and Tim chat about everything from music to sports to your mutual love of art. Despite your differences, you both share a deep appreciation for the creative and the beautiful, and you find yourself drawn into the conversation in a

As you converse with Tim, the loudness of the place ringing in your ears, you start to feel a headache coming on and the different smells of the restaurant are becoming overwhelming. It's becoming difficult to focus on the conversation and you find yourself drifting off.

Despite this, you don't want to let Tim down as you don't want to be a bad friend. You continue to nod and smile, trying your best to appear present in the conversation despite the discomfort you're feeling.

As the tacos arrive, you take a deep breath and try to enjoy the food, but it's difficult to appreciate the flavors as much as you would like due to the increasing pounding sensation in your head. After a few bites, you feel yourself losing your appetite and excusing yourself for a moment to go outside and get some fresh air.

You excuse yourself and step outside, taking deep breaths to try and calm yourself down. After a few moments, you start to feel a little better and the headache slowly begins to subside.

When you return to the table, Tim looks up at you, concerned. "Hey man, you okay?" he asks, noticing the still-overwhelmed look on your face.

"Yeah, just needed some air," you reply, forcing a smile.

Tim nods, getting back into their conversation. You try your best to focus on the conversation but the noise and smells of Raji's are still a bit too much for you. You take a few sips of your water, trying to will away the remaining discomfort you're feeling.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, you involuntarily hug Tim tightly. You press your ear against his chest and cover your other ear with your hand, seeking comfort in the familiar sound of his heartbeat and the warmth emanating from his body.

Tim instantly wraps his arms around you, holding you close. He strokes your hair softly, murmuring soothing words in your ear, helping you to relax and finally start to feel at ease again.

As you lean into him like this, you're filled with a sense of peace, knowing that you have someone who is there for you and willing to support you through whatever life throws at you. The noise and confusion of Raji's slowly starts to fade away as you let yourself succumb to his comfort and feel the stresses of the day melt away.