Stories : The Roommate

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Hearing him laugh always made me smile. The way he would slap his knee whenever he just couldn’t control himself when he watched TV while slurping a bowl of soggy Fruit Loops. Fuckin’ Fruit Loops, man. That man could eat a steak, fries and seven beers and still rock a six-pack.

Yeah, I had a mad crush on the roomie, which is a big no-no. It just … complicates things. His slightly Southern accent coupled with a Midwestern, boyish charm made him a knockout with the ladies across the small Texas town we called home. He was thin, but just muscled up enough to make the gay boys and straight girls run into some feelings.

He had brown eyes that melted into chocolate drops when you stared for a little bit longer than you should. And his thick, unkempt hair melded around his ears, then folded outward in a slight wing shape. But not full-blown surfer cut. He knew when it was time to get a trim.

And that fuckin’ beard. My God. It was thick enough to grip, but short enough to still look dapper and professional. It slid down his cheeks on each side and met in the middle to make a perfectly aligned mustache that connected on both sides.

We had both moved to Texas at about the same time as a break into our fields: You gotta start somewhere.

I knew from the moment we moved in that this was going to be trouble.

Me: A still-closeted chum of 23 years who had barely finished college. A minor in Theatre and a soft spot for loose-leaf teas could make me an easy rainbow-colored cravat in the crowd, but I certainly had my masculine side.

Him: The party boy who texted me that he only needed a place to “shit, sleep and smash a broad” every now and then prior to us moving in together.

Yeah, we didn’t know each other. Just moved in on a whim, since some Texas towns make it difficult to find reasonably priced housing.

But we quickly became great friends. Many people saw us as inseparable. It was nice to have developed a quick friendship that was so genuine. Especially with someone you shared very little in common with.

We had been living together for nine months, during which time I had confided in him that I liked men. He was sweet and understanding to a degree, but overall he was chill about it. It was a learning experience for him, having not known a lot of gay men in his past.

One night we went out on the town: Two bros wrangling it up in the small Texas town of Bum Fuck Nowhere.

We went out to the area billiard bar, had a few shots and hopped on over to the city’s premier two-step locale. In an ultra-conservative town like this one, we had serious balls to be seen two-stepping with each other on the dance floor. We’d swing and twirl each other around, and we didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought.

But the best part about it: The chicks absolutely loved it.

Women would come from across the club to get a number or two in with us both on the dance floor. The other dudes in the bar had shocked faces and pouted bottom lips, jealous of the fact their ladies wanted to take a stroll down the wooden floor with someone else.

After a long night at the bars, my roomie and I drove home, where we both swore the party would continue.

We both stumbled into the small two-bedroom apartment and his first words were: “Let’s shotgun some beers!”

“I’m down, but you’re gonna have to show me how to do it,” I replied.

“Aw come on, it’s easy,” he said with a smirk.

We pulled out some Coors Light cans and he lifted one up and showed me the steps to opening the beer after making a knick in the bottom of the can with a knife. We both started a countdown and started chugging beer down after popping tops. I took most of the load of beer, but I had plenty of it running down my chest, soaking my button-down shirt.

His shirt was soaked with beer, as well, and we both unbuttoned our shirts to get the soggy clothes off of us. We both stood there in jeans and white V-neck undershirts. We laughed at each other and threw the cans down on the carpet.

“I look like some chick squirted down my neck,” I said.

“You do!” my roomie laughed as he rest his forehead on my right shoulder.

I put my hand around his bushy head of hair and lifted his face up to mine and gently kissed him on his pursed lips.

His eyes opened wide as I did this. I could tell he was not expecting that to happen.

I backed away, scared he might hit me. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do-do that,” I stuttered.

“It’s the alcohol,” I said, overcompensating for how I really felt about him.

He brushed it off with a laugh.

“At least you’re a half-decent kisser, haha,” he said.

I was embarrassed. I picked up the two cans that were on the ground and moved in the direction of the trashcan.

We crossed paths in the small walkway between the bar and his bedroom door. Our eyes locked. Our noses crossed over each other.

He then reached in and kissed me with his two lips wrapped around my upper lip.

I sighed in shock that he had just kissed me. I reciprocated, pressing myself into him and up against the wall.

He moved his hands back, not knowing where to put them. So I moved them to my hips as we continued making out feverishly.

I grabbed at his pecs and all down his chest and abs as I started kissing his cheeks, his dimpled chin, and all down his neck.

He gasped for air as I ran my tongue down the left side of his rugged, hairy neck. I moved up to his ear and gently nibbled on his lobe. He gently moaned in response.

I reached for his belt, unfastening it with my right hand. I then felt the outline of his cock to tease him with what’s to come. He normally wears boxers, but tonight he was wearing boxer briefs, which better highlights his naturally girthy cock.

His jeans fell to the ground and I ran my hand up and down his shaft through the underwear. He was already stiff as a rock, with his green and blue boxer briefs encasing eight inches of Midwestern cock.

“You like that?” I asked as I huffed down his neck.

“Oh, yeah. That feels good,” he replied between subtle moans.

I couldn’t wait anymore. I needed his cock in my mouth.

I traced kisses down his chest, each ab, and down to the V-cut in his lower abdomen. I tongued at his bulge with fervor. I twirled my tongue around the tip and cupped my mouth around it to get it wet through the underwear.

“Oh, God,” he moaned. “Don’t stop.”

I soaked his tight underwear with my saliva to showcase a wet imprint. I had been waiting for this for a long time.

I lifted up the elastic band and pulled down to have his throbbing cock plop out and hit me on my chin.

It was beautiful. It was 8 inches of stiff, slightly pale meat. I could even see a slightly bulging vein jutting out on the lower left side of his shaft. I licked that part first.

He huffed.

I then slid the head of his cock into my warm, moist mouth and began sucking on it with an intent look on my face. I was going to make this straight boy cum.

I bobbed my head up and down, back and forth down the length of his shaft. His moaning crescendoed with each plunge. I wanted him to know I knew what I was doing with his cock, so I pressed my body forward to take all of his cock into my throat. My gag reflex kicked in, but it allowed for more of his dick to descend down my velvety fuck hole.

He let out a slight wail when my lower lip touched the top of his balls.

“Oh, fuck!” he said. “I’ve only had one other girl who could do that.”

I moved back and descended down his shaft entirely again and again. I could taste the salty pre-cum hitting the middle of my tongue as his cock exited my mouth.

This went on for minutes – seemed like hours – but his dick was slick with my saliva.

I motioned toward his abs, kissing a trail up and down his navel area. God I fucking loved those ripped muscles.

I stood up and kissed him forcefully on the mouth.

“That’s what your cock tastes like,” I said before passionately kissing him once again. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Fuck yeah,” he said.

I reached down into my pants and pulled out a large Skyn condom and started sucking on his nipples as I unwrapped the rubber.

His dick was stiff as a board, and I wanted him to feel what a nice man’s ass felt like.

I quickly pulled my pants down. I then rolled the condom down his thick cock. There wasn’t time for lube so I spit on his cock several times to moisten the condom’s exterior.

“You’re gonna have to go slow, this isn’t like pounding a wet pussy,” I said.

He nodded.

He slapped his cock against the sides of my ass cheeks several times before gently pressing the head in against my anus.

I writhed with pain as the head entered — wishing I had grabbed some lube – but I wanted him inside me more than anything.

I had him remain motionless as his cock head lingered inside the opening of my rectum. I told him to proceed.

He pushed in harder, moaning loudly as my ass warmly welcomed him inside.

“Fuck you are so tight,” he said.

I moaned as he pressed his body into me. Ready to take a beating from this straight boy’s cock.

His tempo accelerated slowly as he continued rocking into me. His member stretched my insides, which morphed around his thick 8-inch cock.

“Keep fucking me, baby!” I yelped.

His speed increased. His balls slapped against my fat ass as sweat trickled down his abs and onto my cheeks.

His moaning was exhilarating. He enjoyed plunging into and out of my hole, even going as far as pulling all the way out just so he could dive all the way back in.

We briefly stopped to switch positions, as I lay down on the carpet on my back and spread my legs up into the air.

He quickly returned with his thick cock ready to make both my ass and my eyes widen from the intense pleasure.

This position was better, as he was able to really dive in and fuck the shit out of me.

I was also at a better angle to tug at my fully erect, 7-inch cut penis.

As he continued fucking me, he reached in to kiss me on the lips. That was a lot of passion for an allegedly straight man to have for one of his buddies.

Minutes went by as he continued railing me, and the excitement overcame me.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I yelled as I stroked my thick cock. Streams of white, milky semen shot from the tip of my cock.

It’s almost as if time slowed down. An instant replay. The cum landed on my neck and face. Some of it even got in my eye. Fuck, that’s gonna sting in the morning. My moaning turned to panting as he continued fucking my insides out.

“Holy shit!” He said as he watched me cover myself in my own jizz.

His sped up with a few more thrusts into my ass while I bathed myself in warm man liquid.

He pulled out, ripped the condom off, and shot spurt after spurt of his warm, vanilla cock meal all over my dick, stomach and hairy chest.

I was shocked at how much cum came from that glorious piece of meat! It was the hottest thing I had seen since I don’t even remember when.

I lifted up and started taking the remainder of his load in my mouth, sucking on the tip and stroking the shaft.

He lost his fucking mind. His moans of pure ecstasy filled me with such satisfaction. He tried moving my head away, but I slapped his hand away as I slurped and gurgled the cum in between my lips.

His knees buckled and he fell on top of me from the intense perfection of his orgasm.

He fell into a kiss, getting my cum and some of his cum all in his beard, which was kind of gross as fuck so I started laughing uncontrollably.

“You’ve got cum in your beard, dude!” I told him.

“Who knew gay sex was so messy?” He replied with a wink. He then kissed me once again on the lips.

We laid on the carpet for several minutes, our naked bodies drenched in cum, sweat and cocksucker tears.

Was this going to be a one-time thing? I certainly hope not.

Next time, he’ll have to bottom. I want a piece of that nice sweet ass. 😉

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