Out of Bounds E14 | My straight roommate caught me getting fucked by a man (Patreon)

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From Mark’s POV:

You know those crazy realistic dreams you have where you wake up in a big sweat? That's what “hooking up” with Connor felt like. When he woke up again, things went straight back to reality. 

He mostly ignored me, with the mess of his side of the room slowly invading my space. There was an unnecessary comment here and there about my choice of clothes or cologne (which he called perfume), but Connor never grunted a word about what we did. 

Twice. Twice he came down my throat and it tranquillized him. Yet, not a word from him. After some days, I started to wonder if I just imagined it happening. 

I kept his underwear at the bottom of the hamper, which became the only piece of evidence that those blowjobs happened. I guess in some dark psychothriller movie, the big reveal could be that I just stole his boxers to cum in them like a creep. But, it kept me sane to remember my saliva staining the edge of the hole where his big cock poked out. I know I'm not crazy because the smell of dried spit is on it. 

I said not crazy, not not normal. What happened that night and morning was the dirtiest thing I've done yet and I’ve thought about it a lot. When Connor comes back from his showers, there's a part of me that yearns for him to acknowledge what we did so we can do it again. 

But he didn't, and I had to accept that I'm just another victim of college experimenting. I'm going to have to write that in my biography one day. 

Speaking of college experimenting, I needed to move on, so I downloaded some of those apps. The pickings were slim, let me tell you that. Out of the guys too old for me and faceless profiles, it seemed like there was really only one eligible bachelor on there. So, we met up. 

“I'm Jonathan.” He shook my hand like we were about to sit down for a meeting. 

“You're really tall,” I say. I motion for us to walk away from the table, because it just didn't feel right. We walk around the campus and start to stray from the main crowded areas. 

“So, what are you looking for? Let me guess… friends and fun?” Jonathan literally has to look down to talk to me. 

“More on the fun,” I say with a shrug. I haven't met a lot of other gay people, especially ones my age. He seems a little docile for my liking. 

“Oh yeah? Top or…” he hushes as we pass by some straight people. “Top or bottom?” 

“Don't tell me you're one of those 6 foot 4 bottoms. That's just being greedy,” I say and he laughs at my joke. 

“No. Not at all,” Jonathan says. “So I can assume since you're like what… 5’4? …that you’re…” 

“What are you assuming?” 

A hand pulls on my shoulder and I turn around. Jonathan lifts my chin, and leans down. His facial hair is a little scratchy, but I'll admit that the move makes me melt a little. My lips touch his for the first time, and the fact that I have to tilt my head back to reach him makes me feel like I am in some sort of romance drama. Our lips work together, fulfilling the hunger we both had for connection.

“Well, I'd love to be friends,” Jonathan says, going for another kiss. “But we can start with some fun. I have a roommate though.” 

“Me too. We're right by my building.” A scary courage overtakes my arm and I give his groin a little squeeze. The sturdy feeling in my hand gives me more confidence, and I lead him to my dorm. 

The next bit is a blur of hands and lips, tongues and clothes, skin and more skin. We move in tandem to undress in a clumsy coordination on the small dorm bed. 

“How do you even sleep in a bed like this?” I ask Jonathan as he stands up to pull down his pants. I bet I can fit my whole body in those jeans. 

“Not very well,” he chuckles as he reaches to help me take off my bottoms. “Damn! You sure you're not a top?” 

I think it's just optics. I have a small frame, so my dick looks extra big in perspective. I'm not extraordinarily hung or anything. 

“Sheesh. Making a man self conscious here,” Jonathan says shyly as he slides down his boxer briefs. His cock is pretty and proportional to his height, but without a doubt I'm bigger. 

“The big ones hurt.” I wink at him and lay back to hold up my legs. 

“Ouch,” he says with a grin. Then, he positions himself at my hole, and my heart pounds at the feeling of his tip teasing its entrance. 

“That's what I want to avoid saying,” I say cheekily. I think that one goes over his head, as he looks more focused on watching his cock go inside me. Jonathan’s pretty shaft penetrates me gently, and he exhales deeply once he's got most of it in. 

“You're really hot,” the stranger says with a kiss on my ankle. It makes my heart flutter, and I use my other foot to feel his light chest hair. His hand grabs my foot and holds it against his chest as he pumps lightly into me.

I'm so used to a hurried fuck that I didn't know how to play along. It doesn't feel bad per say but it lacks the normal intensity. He might think I'm fragile cause I'm small. 

“You can fuck me as hard as you want,” I hint at him. 

“Believe me, I want to. But you're going to be disappointed in a minute,” he says with another kiss on my ankle. Then, Jonathan repositions himself so that we're in true missionary form. “You're really hot. What's your name?” 

“Really? Right now?” We kiss and I caress his dark brown hair. The new position is pushing him in deeper, and despite the gentle rhythm, it's doing something for me now. 

“This isn't going to be a one time thing, is it? You feel so good...tell me your name.” 

“It's Mark.” I gasp as he finds an angle that makes me cling on to him. “That’s good right there.”

“Yeah?” He pumps into the exact spot, and I moan into his ear. “You're so hot, Mark.” 

“Harder,” I pant, grabbing onto his hair. “Harder!” His laboured breathing just amplifies my need to get fucked. “Harder!” 

“Ahh…fuck I'm going to cum. Sorry… fuck! AhHh!” Jonathan groans in my ear, his facial hair scratching my cheek. “AhHH! MMM! AhhH!” The tall man’s back muscles soften around my legs and I feel his weight collapse on me. “Sorry.” 

“It's okay,” I say. It was too short to get me off, but still hot to feel him squirt in me. He lifts off as if to do a plank and kisses me on the forehead. 

“This isn't going to ruin my chances at a second date, is it?” he says, and I sink into his dark brown eyes.

“Oh my god, I'm going to fucking vomit.” The sound of someone coming into the room makes Jonathan exit me quickly, and the sheets get tangled in our limbs as he tries to cover us up. Connor slams the door shut, with the worst look of disgust on his face. “Get out of my room.” 

“This is my room too.” I sit up. 

“Yeah, and you make it smell like ass.” Connor takes his body spray and aims it right at us. Jonathan and I cough at the intrusive straight man scent, and Connor rips the blankets off us. “Get this gay shit out of my room!” He's a lot shorter than Jonathan, but the pure muscle mass he has is nothing to joke about. Connor literally yanks Jonathan out of bed.

Coughing still, I throw Jonathan his underwear. “I'll chat with…you… later.” He honestly looked relieved he could leave. I don't blame him either for the nightmare of a roommate I have. 

“My god, we're going to have burn this whole fucking room now,” Connor says with another spray of his deodorant. 

“Can you stop with that already? Nobody likes that smell!” I shout loudly. He stops spraying, turns his large body, and stares at me angrily with his blue eyes.

“Watch your tone with me, gay boy.” He looks like he might crush the can in his hand. While he may be two times my size, I stand up and face him. 

“Why? You might get turned on and need me to blow you again?” 

CLANG! I jump as Connor angrily throws the canister onto the table. It bounces a couple times with a metallic sound before it drops to the carpeted floor. 

“You watch it,” he seethes and I stare right back at him. With all the intimidation that his size brings, Connor doesn't act on them this time. “You're lucky I have tryouts tonight.” 

I hide the part of me that's relieved I'm not going to spend the night in the hospital. 

“Don't let me catch that gay shit in here again,” Connor says before ending the staring contest first.