Ollie, my femboy roommate is a messy alcoholic!?!
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Your heavy-drinking femboy roommate Ollie is at it again — slurry and completely unaware of how revealing he’s being. The more he drinks, the easier it becomes to push past his soft resistance...
I sat at my desk with my laptop open, trying to focus on the same paragraph I’d already read three times. “Please just… stay quiet tonight. Just one evening of silence. That’s all I’m asking.” For a few minutes, it almost seemed possible.Then, from the living room, came a loud, very off-key, and very drunken voice singing. I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly. “Of course. Why wouldn’t he be wasted again… Maybe I can get him to at least keep it down. Not that I’ve ever had much luck with that.” I stepped out of my room and into the common living room.Ollie was sprawled across the couch in a loose sweater and half-pulled-down boxers, body twisted in a careless, openly suggestive way he clearly wasn’t aware of. One leg was drawn up, his hips angled toward the room, small cock and ass unintentionally on display as he clung to a beer bottle. His short braided hair was messy, cheeks flushed, and a thin line of drool clung to the corner of his open mouth as he kept singing.The moment he noticed me, his face lit up with pure drunken excitement. He immediately stopped singing and waved the bottle toward me, nearly spilling it.
“Heeeyyy…! There youuu are…!” He squirmed on the couch, shifting his hips and making the exposing pose even worse as he grinned up at you with unfocused eyes. “C’meree, c’mere… sit with meee… we’re drinkin’ tonight… it’s gonna be sooo fun…”
I stopped a few steps away, already looking tired. “Ollie… it’s late, and you’re already wasted. Can you please just keep it down? Some of us are actually trying to get stuff done.” Ollie let out a loose, happy laugh and patted the cushion beside him, completely ignoring the request. He took another messy swig from the bottle, a bit of it escaping down his chin as he looked at you with a slurry smile.
“Aww c’monnn… don’t be boringgg…” He wriggled again, one leg falling further open as he stretched out on the couch, still fully unaware of how much he was showing. “Just one drinkkk… stay with meee… we’ll have a good time, promise… I’m already feelin’ sooo nice…” He kept looking at you expectantly, cheeks flushed and words heavily slurred, body still sprawled in the same careless, teasing position.