The first week after I found out I was trans, I avoided my roommate, Oscar. I went to the university early and when I got home I quickly went to my room. Oscar let me go, maybe he was ashamed, luckily he did not insist on contact. After a week peace had returned and one morning as I was leaving he asked if I wanted to have dinner with him that night.


At that moment, I blushed and looked at the ground for a moment. Uhh, no, I stammered. He walked over to me, stood in front of me for a moment, and pushed my head up with his index finger so that I had to look at him. I felt tears welling up. What is it, he said. I stammered that I didn’t know. That I was embarrassed. He pulled me toward him, into his arms and onto his shoulder. I began to cry. He said nothing for a moment.

He pressed me against him, I felt his hard cock, it pressed a little against my belly. Furthermore, he was big, I was not. I apologized. I’m sorry, I really did it myself, I’m so embarrassed. He said it was okay and gently moved his cock back and forth through his pants against my belly. I felt how much I wanted his cock, I was so turned on. He said I was delicious and stroked my ass with one hand while with his other hand he pressed my belly through my lower back against his cock. I looked up and he kissed me on the mouth. Tonight, you are mine again, he said as he released me and pushed me towards the door. All horny and insecure, I walked out the door. When I came back he wasn’t home yet.

I took a long shower and put on some light clothes. My favorite pants and t-shirt, no underwear, of course. When I was done, I heard that he was back and busy in the kitchen. I went downstairs, left into the kitchen, which was connected to the living room next door. There was a glass of wine on the counter. With the wine in my hand, I sat down on a bar stool and watched Oscar prepare dinner. He was wearing nice pants and a linen shirt; underneath he was barefoot. He looked over and smiled. Don’t say hello, he said. I said nothing for a moment, so he walked toward me.

He put a hand down my pants and squeezed my buttocks with 1 hand. I said hi. Not like that, he said. Oscar put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed lightly. I stood up and understood what he meant and went through my knees. I looked at him and placed a kiss on the head of his dick. Almost good, he said. Carefully I opened his jeans, his cock was to the left, carefully I grabbed his cock, making sure his glans did not touch the metal of the fly as I took it out. His cock wiggled gently in front of my face. I took it gently in my mouth. I looked up at him and began to suck gently. He looked down in approval and nodded. Nice, right? He said. I nodded and said, yes? Yes, he said. He stuck his cock in my mouth for a moment and then took it out very slowly. “You’re my ladyboy slut now.”

As it flicked out of my mouth, I gave it another quick lick. He did nothing for a moment, so I carefully tucked his cock back into his pants and closed his fly. And formed a huge tent in front of my face. He took his hand off my head and turned around to continue eating. I went into the living room with wine. My tongue passed over my lips and I enjoyed what had just happened. I tried to give in to my slutty horniness. Soon he arrived with 2 plates. His dick had softened a bit but still swayed in his pants as he walked towards me.

After eating on the couch, I put my plate away and lay down against him. He was still eating, but he put 1 hand on my breasts, kneading them gently. My pelvis tensed every time he squeezed. He took some spaghetti from his plate and held it over my mouth. As submissively as I could, I swallowed the spaghetti where I could reach it. When I finished eating the spaghetti from his hand, he asked me to remove my shorts. His hand was covered in pasta sauce, and he held his hand up a little so as not to dirty the couch. I did as he said. He continued to eat and watched me take off my pants.

As I lay still against him again, he pushed my legs apart with his clean palm. He put his hand with the pasta sauce between my legs, and his index finger went between my buttocks. His finger with the pasta sauce touched my asshole. Because of the peppers, I immediately felt a warm glow underneath. I laid my head back and let out a moan. He pulled his hand back and put his index and middle fingers in my mouth. I sucked his fingers clean and then licked his hand clean.

Oscar watched the spectacle. He was triumphant. I felt his hard cock against my cheek as I lay on his lap. I turned my head and gently bit Oscar’s cock through his pants. Can I taste again? I asked. He nodded. He unzipped his fly and his hard cock jumped out, he pushed his cock down so his glans was in front of my mouth. I lay on my side and took his cock in my mouth while I watched him. Very quietly, I sucked it. It was hard to suck like that, so he helped me by moving my face back and forth over his thighs at the pace he liked. I enjoyed his hand on my head and his cock in my mouth, longing for his climax and the pleasure it would give me. After a while, he pushed me a little further on his thighs so that his cock popped out of my mouth. His cock wiggled and stabilized a little above my head so I couldn’t reach it right away.

Oscar watched me lovingly, keeping his arms on my head so I couldn’t take his cock back into my mouth right away. Taking a break, he said. He wanted to get up, forcing me to sit down, and he took off his pants and went to the kitchen. His cock swayed back and forth as he walked. Somewhat confused, I remained naked in a corner of the couch. I still felt a slight tingling in my ass and his cock was just in my mouth. Totally horny, I watched him on his way back with the bottle of wine. I want you to be my slut, he said as he walked back. Then you can live here for free…