Out of Bounds E13 | My straight roommate's hangover can only be cured by my mouth (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

The flashback continues…

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From Mark’s POV:

God, I don't know how long I was there for. His hand was as heavy as an anchor on top of my head, and his snoring made it ultimately more scary to move. Connor isn't the nicest on a good day, so to wake him up from a dead sleep? Nah, I ain't risking that. 

I don't know how long I was there for, but it was long enough for him to become flaccid in my mouth. Connor would be in the rare category of “shower” and not “grower”. Although it's definitely not as big as it was hard, his soft cock still stuffed my mouth up. 

It was only when he moved his hand to scratch his nose that I quickly took my chance and moved off him. 

Safe. He kept snoring, and I watched his spit covered dick flop upwards as it fell into a comfortable position. I turned off the lights and went to bed, feeling the dried saliva lining my lips as the fatigue took over my body.

BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP! 

“Turn that shit off or I'm going to shove it up your ass.” 

I scramble to turn the alarm off on my phone, reaching for it on the table and barely being able to get it with my fingertips. I had set it to start a new running routine, but obviously that was a half-baked idea. 

Once I have the alarm off, I clear my eyes to look at Connor. He looks like he didn't budge an inch from where I left him. His flannel shirt is still open, he's still in his boxers…and his dick is still out of the hole. 

So he gets morning wood. I had wondered if I imagined his dick being bigger for the fantasy of it all, but it really is huge. The way it stands at a 90 degree angle away from his body makes it look like a monument. 

If I wasn't hard when I woke up, I am now.  Connor has his arm over his eyes to block out the sunlight. I had forgotten to shut the blinds. I sit up from my bed to do so, and it darkens the room considerably. 

That's when Connor removed his arm from his face and took his first look at me. Of course, I was looking directly at his early morning boner. 

“I told you to keep your eyes to yourself.” His voice is gravelly. He grips his long and thick wood, and uses his other hand to stretch the boxers’ hole. The blond stud attempts to shove his dick in it, but to no avail. 

He's too big. And too hard. 

“This is because you’re shitty at the one thing you should be good at,” Connor grumbles, finally giving up. His cock rebounds back into its rightful place, staring back at me. “You can't even fucking make a man cum. What kind of gay are you?” 

“You did cum.” Right in my mouth. Then you fell asleep. 

“I wouldn't be this bricked if I did, bitch!” He sits up to scold me, and I see his headache incapacitate him. “Good for nothing… beta.” Connor groans as he lays back down. He strokes himself slowly, unveiling the big mushroom head and covering it back up. “You left me all sticky too.”

I stare in silence, not knowing if I should speak or even breathe. I'll admit that I'm scared of him, and even though I know he's as dumb as a bucket, he still has a great dick. The biggest I've ever had in my mouth. 

“Stop fucking staring at it and do something about it already,” he says with another groan. Connor rubs his head, as if he's looking for where he bumped it that makes it hurt so badly. 

Don't do it. Don't let him control you. You're better than this. 

I'm the first one in my hometown to be openly gay. I've been bullied by guys just like Connor all my life. 

Don't let him win. 

“Mark! Are you deaf or something?” Connor uncovers his eyes to glare at me. “Finish what you started.” He grips his thick uncut cock again and strokes enticingly.

“You did cum last night. Knocked you right out,” I say calmly. 

“Fuck if I did,” he mutters, now unable to stop stroking. Each stroke reveals the angry red head that was in the back of my throat yesterday. 

“AhhhHhHhh…” I lower my voice to imitate him. “It was better than you expected, wasn't it? You came a huge load.” I walk over to his side of the room and sit on the edge of his bed. He slows down his stroke as I approach, and lets go completely with his cock head unsheathed. 

“Stop talking and just do it,” Connor says, his eyes admitting the truth. I extend my hand to grab his dick and he growls at me. 

“How am I supposed to suck it if I can’t touch it?” 

Connor covers his eyes with his forearm again, and I watch his mouth tighten as I grip his steel hard shaft. It feels more rigid than last night. Having more time now, I place my other hand on his rod, feeling the blood surge and engorge his organ. 

My hands fit comfortably on his big dick. The skin is loose on his stiff meat, making it easy to use his foreskin to stimulate his tip. 

“Let’s go, man, Suck it.” I see the endorphins hit him.

“You wanna cum in my mouth again?” I can't help but be a little snarky in his moment of weakness. 

Mistake. 

The sharp pain from him yanking on my hair humbles me, and he rips my hands away from his cock. Pulling me down to his groin, he slaps his thick shaft on my face. 

“Suck. My. Fucking. Cock!” He accents each word with his meat hitting my cheeks. The submissive side of me relents and I take him in. “That's right, you bitch. You…ah…” His hand releases my head to let me move freely. “Oh shit! Yeah, suck that big cock. Don’t give me that hard to get shit…bitch…” A big wave of relief hits his body and I feel him take a deep breath. 

I pull back just enough, with the top part of his dick still in my mouth, to see his head tilted back. His hands are in the air, floating as his bare chest rises and falls. 

“Suck that cock, beta bitch…” Connor whispers. “Deeper. OH!” I think he didn't expect me to go that deep. “Fucking bitch…” 

I have him in the palm of my hand. I've sucked enough cock to know when a man is close, and Connor is close. I could make him cum in seconds if I wanted to. 

But let's try some things.

I pop off his cock and nosedive into his low hanging sack, lapping at his jewels that tighten up under pressure. 

“Hey!” His floating hands tighten to fists. “What are you…oh!” I lick up his shaft and deep throat him again. “You hungry for this load?” 

I do the same move again, this time taking an extra moment to circle my tongue on his nuts. His big dick jumps in front of me, contracting wildly at the stimulation. Connor’s moans give everything away. He's not in control.

I am.

“Fuck!” I deep throat him again and feel the difference in the level of blood he has in his meat. He's there. He's ready. He's about to blow. I cup his wet balls and circle my thumb on his sack. “Yeah, bitch, you want it? You want it?” His voice rises in pitch.

Connor is about to cum no matter what, but I give him the satisfaction of winning. 

“Mmmhmm,” I hum, bopping lightly to keep him on the edge. His dick swells in between my lips, and his two hands squeeze my head like a machine. 

“Take it… TAKE IT!” Connor takes in a huge breath and holds it. The taste of his cum, bitter like last night, lights up my tastebuds. “Ah!” He lets all his air out in one go, and then he really starts cumming. 

Enough for me to have difficulty swallowing it all at once. It fills out my cheeks, and I stop sucking so I can down his jizz quicker. 

“Ah…” He lets out a quiet grunt, and I fight against his grip to deep throat him. “Ah!...ah…ah…” His breathing relaxes. “I'm done.” 

I'm not. I suckle whatever he has stuck in his shaft down my throat. 

“You slobbered all over my underwear,” Connor whispers, and I feel him pull them down, which interrupts my continued efforts. I come off to watch him pull them down and throw them for the side of his bed. 

He covers his eyes with his arms again, and I look at the wet boxers on the floor. As his breathing slows down further and becomes light snores, I get off the bed and pick up his underwear.

Pulling down my pants in front of him, I shove my untouched dick into the dirty boxers. 

With the taste of his cum in my mouth…

With the sight of his soft cock exhausted of all energy…

With the sound of his slow relaxed breathing…

“MMmmm,” I grunt as I cum into his underwear, causing my knees to buckle as I release my pent up load. The large boxers catch all of my juices, and I hump into the fabric while looking right at my bully’s bulky body laying in front of me. 

I wipe my cock on his boxers and throw his underwear back on the floor. Then, just as impulsively, I pick the underwear back up and toss it in my laundry hamper.

He won't miss this one. He has at least 6 other pairs of plaid boxers.