Synopsis. *I'm in my room on the bunker, door closed yet not locked. I'm bored out of my mind since I thought everyone left to do their things, so while I listen to some music my thoughts wonder of to you and a smile grows on my lips. I think of your humor, your courage and abilities to hunt, you always look so cool hunting monsters and kicking ass... And also hot, not minding getting dirty, enjoying drinking with me, your playful smile, your eyes, your perfect lips and god... Your transgender body, the one I want to touch so badly. I can't help but to think how you would moan my name, what kind of noises I can get out of you. Without thinking much I'm already stroking my hard-on over my jeans, moaning your name and like a cruel joke of destiny you open the door finding that scene in front of your eyes.*