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My Hung, Straight Roommate Freshman Year

Chapter 3: Oral With The Boys In The Hall

“A butt is a butt.”

It kept on like that for a while, everybody talking about gay stuff and what counts, with little internally consistent logic. I was just watching them subtly admit that they did stuff together, but apparently had a lot to talk about regarding exactly what was gay about it. I could roughly decipher a sort of ruleset that was forming between them, with little hints.

At some point I had lost track of what they were actually talking about, but suddenly they were both looking at me, with nervous smiles on their faces.

"Should we?" Derek said.

"Yeah, he's cool," Nick replied.

Then Derek reached over and woke his laptop up and put porn on it, straight porn, and set it on the desk turned toward the beds. The volume was low. He got back on his bed and Nick moved over to his own bed for the first time all night, and I ended up sitting on the end of Derek’s, and within a couple minutes, all three of us had a hand on our dicks, subtly hiding it, me under my towel. And nobody had said one word about it.

I’d been hard through most of the butt debate, trying to hide it in my towel, so I just loosely played with myself, waiting to see where this would go.

Derek looked over at me. “Yo. I’ll jerk you if you jerk me.”

“What?”

“It feels better when someone else does it. Obviously,” he said.

He didn’t wait for an answer from me. He rolled onto his side facing me, pulled his boxers down under his balls, and reached over and pulled my towel all the way open with the back of his hand as he took hold of my hard dick. His grip was tighter than mine, and his hand came at me from the outside, so his thumb was on the wrong side, which made it feel strangely good. His thumb dragged up the underside of my dick on every stroke, catching a spot I never hit myself. He spat into his palm and went back to it and the sound changed, wet and squishy, and my legs straightened out flat on the mattress.

"That feels good," I said.

He answered by grabbing my hand and pulling it to his dick. I got my hand around him and felt it. He was thick, and shorter than mine, and nothing compared to Will's. It was hot in my fist, and he made a low noise in his chest when I found the right angle.

“See,” he said. “Told you.”

“Yeah.”

Nick was still on the other bed. He had his shorts open and his hand on himself but he had slowed almost to nothing, just holding it, watching Derek’s fist move on me. He wasn’t hiding it. His eyes kept moving between Derek’s hand and Derek’s face.

I felt like I was sitting in Nick’s spot, in a way. I sensed that they had been doing stuff like this, and that Nick might be a little jealous. I turned to look at him.

"Come here," I said.

He got off his bed and crossed over the short distance, his shorts hanging open, his hard dick swaying as he walked, and as soon as he stood within reach I grabbed it with my free hand. It pulsed against my palm and his stomach sucked in.

"Oh," he said, and dropped onto the edge of the mattress next to me. Nobody was trading hand for hand anymore. All three of us were in something together.

He didn’t offer me anything back. He put both his hands flat on the mattress behind him and leaned into them and lifted his hips toward my fist, and I stroked both of them while Derek worked my shaft,  while we worked together trying to keep the three separate rhythms from colliding.

“That’s a good idea,” Derek said, watching me do it.

“Shut up,” Nick said, his eyes closed.

Nick's dick was longer than Derek's, and thinner, and the skin moved more, and he leaked enough after a minute that I didn’t need spit, and I used the pre-cum and rubbed it around. He made a sound sharp enough that Derek glanced over at the door, checking.

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He lasted maybe a minute and a half like that. Then he sat forward, took my wrist, moved my hand off himself as he swung around onto his knees next to me, his face right over my lap.

“I’ll suck you if you do me too,” he said.

“Okay.”

That was the entire negotiation. He put one hand on my thigh and dropped his mouth onto me, and Derek’s hand slid away, as the warmth of his mouth slid down my length. 

"Fuck," I muttered. 

It was wet all the way around, all at once, like he'd been drooling and saving up spit for my cock specifically. The top and bottom and both sides of my dick were enveloped with the heat of a male mouth sucking me, and his tongue pressed flat underneath the head while his lips squeezed higher up, and I exhaled hard through my teeth as my hips came up off the mattress on their own.

He pulled off for a second just to sink back down farther.

“Holy fuck,” I said. “I knew you two were up to some gay shit in this room.”

Derek was already pulling his boxers the rest of the way off. 

“We've never done this before," he said. "It stays in this room."

“Obviously.”

Nick climbed up onto the bed with us, and his mouth came off me just long enough for the three of us to lie down on our sides, and then Derek swallowed my dick where Nick had been. Nick scooted his hips up to my face and dropped his head onto Derek, and that left one last dick to get sucked, so I leaned forward and swallowed Nick's throbbing pole. We were all sucking each other at once, the sounds of our breathing mingling with the slurping.

It worked. It took ninety seconds of shuffling and elbows and one guy saying “wait, wait,” and then it locked and everybody stopped talking.

Nick’s dick was in my mouth and his mouth was on Derek and Derek’s was on me, and whatever Derek did with his tongue I did to Nick a half-second later without meaning to, and it looped around the triangle like that. I felt Nick start to shove forward into the back of my throat, and I had to grip his hip to slow him down. I pulled Derek deeper than he could take, and he gagged, and then I did it again on purpose.

Nick groaned repeatedly and I prepared mentally, and then he squirted into my mouth, adding the strange taste of a jizz, and I swallowed it quickly, assuming that was good manners. After a second, I pulled off and coughed as the last spurts hit my chin and neck. I finished while I was coughing, and the orgasm hit hard enough that my thighs shook against Derek’s arms, and he took it and swallowed most of it as well, and said “ugh” afterward. I watched Nick's follow through as he worked on shining Derek's meat until he said, "Okay," and I watched the whole base of his dick throb strongly as his hand pushed the back of Nick’s head down, forcing him to take the load into his mouth. When it was all done, I watched the motion of Nick's neck as he swallowed it all down. The whole thing felt surreal.  

They had their shorts back on within a minute of the last nut, and I wrapped my towel back around myself, feeling somehow even more exposed than I did when I came in. Derek grabbed the paper towel roll off the window sill and threw it at my chest and I wiped my neck off.

He woke up the console, and the Mario Kart music came back. Nick picked up his controller and put his feet on the desk. I looked at both of their satisfied bulges as they relaxed into their gaming position again, the same vibe I had walked into.

“So that’s Coconut Mall,” Derek said. “You were doing it wrong before.”

I checked Will's location on my phone, and he was back in our dorm.

I lost two more races before I got up to leave.

“See you later,” Derek said, with no hint at all that he felt any differently than when I had walked in.

I looked back just before exiting into the hall, and saw Nick crawling back toward Derek, looking for a spot to lay his head on him again.

I walked back down the hall and let myself into our dorm, unlocked since he was home now. Will was asleep on his back with one arm hanging off the mattress, and the room smelled like a girl’s perfume mixed with the usual. I assumed he had gotten with a girl today, maybe even had a quickie in here while I was down the hall. I dropped my towel and got into bed naked, four feet from him.

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Will was strangely quiet for a few days after that. He didn’t act mad at me exactly. We still ate together, and walked to class sometimes, but the sausage jokes stopped. The “you like it from behind” stuff stopped. He started keeping his phone face-down on his desk, which he had never done before, and twice I came back to the room and found him sitting on his bed in his shorts with the lights off and his elbows on his knees. He'd pick up his phone and pretend he was scrolling, but I knew he had just been staring into the silence.

I wondered if he’d heard something. The walls in that building were not thick, and Derek had already told me he heard Will through the door before, which meant sound carried in both directions.

I made one attempt at it over dinner. He was eating a plate of pasta with a full pound of shredded cheese on it, and I said, “Are we... okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You’ve been kinda quiet.”

“I’ve been tired,” he said, and ate more pasta.

He didn’t say anything else. I went back to my food.

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Friday, he came back from the gym around eight in the morning. I was awake, sitting up in bed on my phone, and I heard him on the stairs before he got to the door, taking them two at a time.

He came in with his shirt clinging to his chest, dark and wet, and he dropped his bag, and I turned to say something to him and he crossed the room in three steps and cracked his open hand across my ass through the blanket, a sharp smack just like move-in day, and I felt my cheek jiggle under the cotton.

“Ow, dude.”

“I owe you one,” he said.

I laughed. “You already said that.”

“I know.”

“You bought me a burrito. We’re square.”

He didn’t laugh. He stood over my bed breathing through his nose with sweat still running down his temple, and he looked at me until I stopped smiling.

“I’m not talking about a burrito,” he said.

“Okay.”

“You did it to me. I’m gonna do it to you.” He dropped his shorts and revealed his large cock, sweaty and hairy between his dense leg muscles. He pulled off his wet shirt and threw it into the corner. He turned around to flash his muscular cheeks to me as he picked his towel up off the chair and pulled it around his waist. “That’s how it works.”

I couldn't help but smile. It felt like a light at the end of this strange tunnel we'd been in. “Just... give me some warning.”

“No promises," he said, and walked out into the hallway, leaving me to wonder how much time I had before I got my ass penetrated by a big, meaty cock, for the first time.