My New Roommate Part 1 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older. 

I can’t stop staring out of my new bedroom window. The floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment give me a perfect view of Central Park, the tops of lush green trees gently swaying with the wind. You can’t even hear the noise from the city that never sleeps, which is a huge change from the dorm room I just moved out of. I shake my head in disbelief that this is where I’m going to be living from now on. 

I’m jolted from my thoughts as Luke stomps in carrying a box. He grimaces, straining to hold it. “Hey, Eric, where do you want me to put this box of books?” 

“Oh shit, sorry dude, you can just put it anywhere on the floor.” 

He sets the box down with a thud and wipes the sweat off his forehead. He’s wearing a tight black tank top that shows off his muscles, his blond hair damp and windswept from all the moving we just did. 

I owe a lot to Luke. He offered me a room in his apartment as soon as he found out I couldn’t find an affordable place to live now that we’re graduating in two days. And even though I have a job lined up with Google as a software developer, that doesn’t start for another month. You would think that one of the biggest companies in the world would have a housing stipend for new employees, but no, you’re on your own. Yay capitalism. 

I was so close to being homeless until Luke swept in. The apartment isn’t technically his—it’s his dad’s. But his dad is also a millionaire real estate developer who didn’t mind letting his son live in one of his many apartments in the city. Once again, yay capitalism. 

I smile at him. “You really didn’t have to help with all this, dude. I could have moved all my stuff. You’re already helping me out a ton by letting me live here.” 

He rolls his eyes. “Bro, I wouldn’t even be graduating if it weren’t for your help all four years. It’s the least I can do. Besides, look at yourself. You’re a twig. You would have broken your back getting all this up here.” 

“Okay, but I still owe you one.” 

He shrugs and gives me a smile that lights up the entire room and heads back out into the living room. 

Luke and I met during our freshman year at NYU in a random math class. And after failing the first test, he asked me to help him out. We became fast friends after that. There’s an ease when I’m with him. We both like watching the same sports, play the same video games, and like the same restaurants. Hell, we’ve even had crushes on the same girls. We’ve basically been inseparable since then, so I think living with him should be a lot of fun.

I look around at all the boxes in my room and frown. When did I get so much stuff? This is going to take days to unpack. 

I sigh and get to work, opening box after box, trying to organize things so they’re easy to find. A few hours later, I’m only a quarter of the way through and my stomach grumbles like I deprived it of ten meals and not just the one I skipped earlier today when Luke showed up.  

I walk into the living room to find Luke sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone. “Dude, do you want to go get dinner at that Chinese place down the street? I heard it’s amazing.” 

“Don’t worry about it, bro,” he says, waving his phone at me. “I’ve already ordered us food—it should be here any minute now.” 

I’m barely able to open my mouth when I hear the ding-dong of the doorbell. Stunned, I open the door to find a delivery guy standing there holding two bags of food—from the same restaurant I told him about. 

I tip the guy a few extra bucks and take the food. The moment I open the bags, the rich aroma of the restaurant fills the living room, making my mouth water. 

“Dude, you are the best!” I exclaim with the giddiness of a starving man. 

Luke quirks a blond eyebrow, and my stomach does this weird flipping thing. I must be really hungry. 

We fall into an easy silence as we dig in. He got me my favorite go-to dish, General Tso’s shrimp—not chicken, that’s important—and crab wontons. “So, are you excited for graduation?” I ask with a mouthful.

He shrugs and runs a hand through his already messy hair. “I guess so… I’m just not sure that I’m excited for what comes after.” 

“Oh. But I thought you were excited to work for your dad?”

“I am, that’s not what’s bothering me. It’s Katie, actually.”

Katie has been Luke’s girlfriend for the past two years. I’m honestly surprised that they haven’t been living together all this time. They’re always together and, it seems like the only time he’s not with her is when he’s with me. “What’s going on with you and Katie, dude? I thought you guys were solid.”

Luke sighs and stares at the fortune cookie on the table, like he’s hoping to find wisdom in it instead of the random mumbo-jumbo that’s usually there. He mumbles, “We actually broke up a couple of days ago.” 

“What? Why? Luke, you should have told me!” 

He shrugs, trying to play it cool. “There was nothing to tell. She’s moving to the other side of the country, and I’m staying here. There’s no way a long-distance relationship would have worked out.”

I reach out and pat his shoulder before leaving my hand there. “Damn, dude, I’m really sorry to hear that. I wish there was something I could do.” 

“It’s okay, there’s nothing anyone could do.” He gives me a weak smile that tells me it’s anything but okay. But I don’t push it, not when I can’t do anything about it. 

We finish our dinner, and once everything is clean, we wander into my room. Luke takes in all the boxes that are still all over the place. “Why don’t I help you? That way you’ll be done faster and then we can have some fun.”

I give him the biggest smile possible and thank him for what must be the hundredth time today. We get to work and, slowly but surely, the boxes disappear as we put everything away. It’s definitely a lot faster when it’s two of us instead of just me doing everything. 

I’m in the en suite putting my shaving stuff away when Luke bursts in. “Sorry bro, nature calls.” And right there in front of me, he tugs down the waistband of his sweats and his dick flops out. A powerful stream bursts from his tip and the noise echoes off the walls as it hits the water in the toilet bowl. 

“Dude!” I try to avert my eyes, but I can still see everything in the reflection from the mirror that runs across most of the wall. Even when soft, his cock is large, easily seven inches with a large vein that runs along the top of his shaft. There’s a trimmed bush of light blond hair at the base that makes everything seem so much bigger. I feel my mouth go dry as he finishes up, shaking his cock to get the last few drops out before dabbing the tip with toilet paper. 

Luke stuffs his dick back inside his sweats, comes over to the sink, and washes his hands with a casualness that doesn’t match the storm of thoughts flying inside my head. I just saw his cock. And it was big. Why is it so big? Does it get bigger? Holy shit, that thing goes inside people. Why am I thinking about his cock so much?

Luke clearing his throat brings me back to reality, and I realize that I’m staring at him. There’s a smirk on his face and something else too, like he wants to say something but doesn’t know how. He shakes his head and goes back out to my room and leaves me standing there trying to get rid of the image of his cock. 

An hour later, we’re more than halfway through the boxes, but I can’t keep going. I’m exhausted and suggest that we finish tomorrow. I thank him again, and Luke walks to the door of my bedroom and then hesitates. 

When he turns around, that look is back on his face, but this time he seems to say what’s on his mind, “So… I was wondering if you’d be willing to suck my cock?”