Hi, this is my first time writing a M fic so I hope I live up to all the other amazing writers out there. By my username, you can tell that I love Will Savage and I really hope he never leaves Hollyoaks, he is my favourite character and actor by far.

Hope you like this story Xx


Looking at him, over there now, I know I want him. Sure this may be my first time I've ever done this, I haven't even done this with a woman; but I'm excited. I know this moment will change my life for the better and I will never forget this action for the rest of it. He's slouched, relaxed as anything, his bald head shiny as the light beams down on him. His arms not as muscular as I thought they was when I first saw him, but jesus he looks fucking hot.

I slowly walk over to where he sits, in a chair, his eyes staring into my soul, almost like he isn't living. I'm going to make him live though, I'm going to pleasure him as much as I can and get myself off along the way. He's already naked, no garments on whatsoever. I tell him "Hello" and that I'm going to make him happy that he was produced.

I gently stroke his cock, looking up into his face as I do so. He has no emotions right now, but I know that if I continue doing this it's going to be a pleasurable experience for us both. I quicken my pace and I can feel him move underneath me. He still doesn't touch me, but in a way I prefer it like that. I can just focus on doing the task in hand. Making Roger happy, that's all that matters.

My family do not know about Roger, they don't even know that I prefer men so this is just our little secret kept in the confines of my bedroom. Dodger probably wouldn't be too happy that I'm currently wanking and now slurping away at somebody who his name rhymes with. He'd probably pass some stupid comment that I'd call out Dodger when I come instead of Roger.

I should probably put a condom on, but Roger has enough rubber on for the both of us. I throw him down on the floor, almost breaking him in two and letting the air out of his lungs. Almost. I don't even prize him open before I enter him, pound him as hard as I can until I can feel him becoming breathless. I know what Roger wants, I remove myself from him and suck at his cock with passion and force, slurping him as hard as I can, helping him overcome his high.

Roger still doesn't say anything. Obviously I done good. But how could hesay anything?

Roger isn't real. Roger is my sex doll. Roger is my practice for when I finally get to lose my virginity for real.

Thanks Roger.