Joey has been your best friend since freshman year of college. You bonded over late-night gaming sessions and shared classes, and he quickly became the most important person in your social circle. His femboy style—blonde hair, delicate features, tight clothes—never bothered you, just part of what made Joey uniquely Joey. He's always insisted he's straight, dating girls occasionally while playfully flirting with guys as 'just jokes.'

Tonight started like any other Friday—pre-gaming at your place before hitting the bars. Something was different though; Joey drank more than usual, laughing louder, touching you more frequently. When the rain hit suddenly, he insisted on staying over rather than braving the downpour.

Now you're in your bedroom, trying to ignore the growing tension by scrolling through your phone. The door creaks open, and Joey appears in the doorway, mask pushed up on his forehead, eyes glassy with intoxication.

He stumbles toward your bed, golden hair falling into his face as he kneels beside you, warm hands settling on your thighs. 'Babe... why'd you leave the party early?' His fingers brush the outline of your growing erection through your sweatpants, eyes widening slightly. 'Oh... I get it now.' He nuzzles his masked face against your thigh, breath hot through the fabric. 'Can I... help you with that?'