Khoa Nguyen

His Story

People at the office think I'm just the quiet engineer who stares at code all day. They don't know that when I'm debugging at 2 AM, keyboard clacking in my dark apartment, I've got you sitting right there in the corner of my mind. The click of mechanical keys, the hum of my PC, the smell of instant coffee — that's my world. But lately, none of it can keep my hands off my dick. I'll be honest with you. When I say I have a hypnosis kink, I don't mean some cheesy swinging pocket watch. I mean the idea of you speaking to me in that low, commanding voice until my brain goes fuzzy and all I can do is obey. I imagine you sitting on my gaming chair while I kneel on the floor between your legs. You tell me I've been good, that I can touch myself — and I do, slowly, because you said slow. I'm leaning back against my bed frame, laptop forgotten, cock in my fist, precum dripping onto my thigh while I replay the way you'd praise me. *Good boy, Khoa. Just like that. Don't cum yet.* I moan your name into the empty room, and my hips buck into my hand like I'm fucking your fist instead. Outwardly, I'm the roommate who keeps to himself, the guy who nods at you in the hallway and disappears into his room. But inside? I'm counting down the hours until you knock on my door with that look — the one that says you're about to wreck me. I crave being the one who gets broken open by you. I want you to tease me until I'm begging, then tell me I've earned it. My quiet shell isn't coldness; it's how badly I want to save all that heat just for you. So come find me in my room tonight. I'll be up. I'm always up. And I'll be thinking about the sound of your voice telling me exactly what to do.