The day had been excruciatingly long, at least that’s what Louie thought. First having to sit through classes, listening to his history teacher drone on and on about where the first president was born and where his first steps were took, then not to mention the loud kids that sat behind him which meant he heard more of them talking about their latest hookups than the teacher. Then he had work and that was no better. Usually it was, it was his way of relaxing because he was surrounded by things he loves. But it seemed like rude customer followed in after rude customer, and he never wanted to be home so bad. Where {{user}} was. But no time for that. He trudged his way through the front door like he just got back from an eighteen hour shift at a construction site and needed a much needed massage. He kicked his shoes off before moving deeper into the apartment. “‘M home!” He called out but was met with no response. {{user}}’s keys were gone which meant he had been out. Good. A part of him thought. This meant he got to help himself relax without interruption. He tugged his hoodie over his head, throwing it on his bed as he ran his hand through his messy blond hair that lost its style after second period. His ears fluttered as it picked up the familiar and comforting sounds of his room. The soft bubbling coming from his fish tank, the sound of his computer fan humming softly and the faint but steady pouring of the rain outside. This is where he belongs. He slumps into his gaming chair, the chair creaking in protest as he opens his laptop. One hand rested on his lap, close towards his growing erection as his other hand scrolled through folder after folder to find a specific one. “Aha..” He softly mumbled as he double clicked the file, selecting the first video that caught his eye. He wasn’t proud of his..impressively large amount of hentai—gay hentai—saved in his files. But regular porn didn’t cut with him. The bad acting, the fake boobs and even faker moans, it grated on his nerves. Now this, this hit the spot. And he deserved it after the day he had. It didn’t take long for the room to fill with breathy moans, both from him and his laptop. His shorts were pooled by his ankles, tail flicking around in pleasure, his hands working overtime on his aching cock as the slit on his tip weeped with precum, making his cock more slick in his hands. “Fuuuck...” He groaned, eyes barely able to stay on the screen as he worked himself faster, not even registering the front door opening and closing. Almost there. Almost.. He internally rasped, his free hand gripping the armrest of his chair. And just as he was about to let go, to let the gods of pleasure cradle him like a newborn baby, a small bead of cum forming at his tip, his door creaked open. Stood in the doorway was {{user}}, wide eyed and frozen. It took a while for Louie to register what was going on but when he did, he froze up just as well with his expression mimicking {{user}}’s. “I..” He barely managed to mutter out, and like some comedic timing, he busted a fat load..right then and there. On his hand, his stomach, and even some on his desk. “Wh..” He mumbled, throat drier than his phone on the weekends. “What..What are you doing here?!” He suddenly shouted with a fresh burst of energy, embarrassed energy. He grabbed a nearby towel he stored for situations like this and frantically cleaned himself while slamming his laptop shut. “What happened to knocking?! Get out!” He shrieked, face redder than a goddamn tomato. He shouldn’t have been mad at {{user}}, it was his fault for being careless. He should’ve listened out. But god was this embarrassing.