Gooner Roommates Chapter 3 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

It’s been more than a week since Max jerked me off, and I can’t stop thinking about it. We’ve both talked about doing more, but with midterms quickly coming up, we really haven’t had a lot of time alone. 

But it’s Friday night and neither of us has anything to do, so I’m hopeful we can finally do something about it. That hope dies the moment I walk into our room and see Max playing a video game while live streaming on Twitch. 

He waves absentmindedly at me, focused on killing the guy who was just shooting at him. Normally, I enjoy watching Max play. He’s great at pretty much every game, and whenever we play together, he almost always wins. It’s kind of hot how smart and nerdy he is. 

Shit. I’m so screwed. 

I dump my backpack next to my bed and change into something more comfortable, making sure I don’t show up in the background of his livestream. 

Max’s character gets sniped, and blood splatters on the screen, taking him back to the lobby. “Fuck! Sonofabitch!” He groans and reads some comments out loud. People are heckling him left and right, and he’s not taking it well. “You guys suck! That was clearly a cheap shot. These guys can only beat me when it’s two on one.” 

Max glances over at me and smirks. His curls are scrunched up because of the headphones he’s wearing, but he looks good sitting there in his gaming chair wearing a thin, white t-shirt and loose basketball shorts that somehow still show off his bulge. He adjusts himself discreetly before loading up the next match. A dangerous idea pops into my head. 

I get on my hands and knees and crawl over to his desk—the camera angle thankfully doesn’t show the floor—and nudge his legs apart to get underneath the desk. He looks down at me with shock on his face, and someone must have commented something, because he says, “Oh, it’s nothing. I thought I felt something crawling on my leg. These damn dorms are disgusting.” 

I accidentally snort at his comment, which earns me a sharp kick to the knee. But instead of letting him pull his foot back, I hold on to it and trace a finger against the bare arch of his foot. He jerks his leg, trying to get away from me without moving his body, but I refuse to let go. I put his bare foot right on top of my crotch and let him feel the growing erection under my sweatpants. My fingers draw a random pattern up his leg and play with the fine hairs until I reach his thigh. 

He’s breathing hard now, trying to keep up his commentary without giving away what’s going on. I inch up his thigh, dragging it out because I like the way his body is quivering in my hands. The moment my hand slips under the leg of his shorts, Max lets out a little whimper. “I did not whimper like a bitch. I’m just hungry, you guys. This mic is just that good and probably picked up my stomach growling,” he says to his audience. 

It’s cute when he tries to act all tough for his viewers. 

He’s not wearing any underwear, so my fingers easily wrap around his already hard cock. He lets out a low moan and his foot presses down on my cock, rubbing it through the thin material. 

“Fuck off, you guys. I am not gooning on live.” 

The comments must be getting to him because his face looks red from down here. He glances at me, and I shoot him a smirk that only makes him blush even more. I pull out his cock for easier access and stroke him from root to tip, just like he did to me. It feels different touching another guy’s dick. To be honest, I thought it would be just like jerking off, but this is a million times better. 

A bead of precum sits at the tip, so I brush my thumb over it, spreading it around his cock head before going back to stroking him slowly. I want him to win his game while I make him come. 

Another moan escapes Max, and his foot presses harder against my cock. It’s both painful and pleasurable all at the same time. Weird, right? I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning, but it slips out anyway. 

The chat must be going crazy because Max slams a fist against his desk and practically shouts, “Fine, I’ll admit it! I am gooning on live. In fact, I’ve got someone down here about to give me head.” 

His words send sparks racing through my body. Does he really want me to suck his dick? I don’t wait for confirmation from him. I’ve been thinking about doing this for over a week now, and him saying it out loud to hundreds of people is all the permission I need. 

I move my head right up to his exposed dick and inhale. He smells like soap and a faint, natural musk that makes my mouth salivate. My tongue flicks across his head and Max moans again, loudly this time. He’s salty from the precum, but it’s a taste I already like. I take his cock head into my mouth and gently suck on the tip, rolling my tongue around and flick at the slit the same way I saw Max do to himself. 

Another groan fills the room, and he grips my hair. “I told you I’m getting head.” He pushes me down on his cock, trying to get me to take more, maybe all of it. But there’s no way I can take nine inches of meat down my virgin throat, so I wrap one hand around the base and stroke what I can’t get to with my mouth. 

Max is moaning loudly now, and I’m pretty sure he’s not even playing his gamanymore,re even though he’s still on live. Praise pours out of him the same way his cock is pouring precum into my mouth—hot and plentiful. 

His foot plays with me through my sweats, but I’m desperate to feel his skin on me, so I pull my dick out and put his foot back on it. The pressure and the sensation of his bare foot on me is sinfully erotic as the arch of his foot works my shaft in smooth but short strokes. 

Considering we’re both virgins, it makes sense that neither of us lasts very long. He explodes first, thick, hot cum hitting the back of my throat, causing me to choke for a second before I can swallow the rest of his load. His foot pushes down on me harder than before, and then I’m coming, coating the bottom of his foot and making a mess all over my clothes. 

I don’t pull off his dick until he’s completely spent and soft, licking it clean for him. Eventually, his breathing comes back under control, and he looks at me and then back at the camera that just recorded him having an orgasm on live. Max laughs and then says, “Okay, I think that’s enough streaming for today.” A couple of clicks later, we’re alone again, with no one to judge us for what just happened. 

He grins at me and then grimaces when he moves the foot that’s coated with my spunk. “I can’t believe we just did that.” 

I crawl out from underneath his desk and throw him a shirt from the floor. “So, did you win your game?”

Max wipes his foot and stares at me for a good minute, then bursts out laughing. “No, you sexy dodo! I was a little distracted getting my first blowjob! By the way, you’re really good at that.” 

I beam at him with pride. He actually liked me sucking him off, thank God. “I’m glad you liked it, cause I think I just found my new favorite hobby.”