Gooner Roommates Chapter 5 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

Thank God midterm week is finally over. I just took my last exam, and after furiously writing a four-page essay by hand about the Industrial Revolution, I’m exhausted. It’s also been a week since Max blew me in the classroom. We’ve been making time to fool around here and there—as part of stress relief, of course—but we still haven’t progressed beyond the occasional blowjob or handjob. Hell, we haven’t even kissed yet. 

I really want to kiss Max. I almost did it last night when we were sitting next to each other at the library, going over the review material for our respective exams today. He had leaned in to look at something in his book, and I had done the same thing, bringing our faces much closer than I had initially realized. It wasn’t until I looked up that I saw him staring at me, his hazel eyes twinkling with gold flecks that made them look like he was staring into my soul. Then I leaned in closer and was about to do it when an announcement was made over the intercom that the library was about to close. 

Unfortunately, that was the end of that. Somehow I managed not to think about those soft lips while I had to write my essay. But now… now we get some downtime, and I fully intend to make the most of it. 

I open the door to our room to find Max completely naked, doing push-ups. He grins at me and does another one. “Hey, how’d your midterm go?” Another push-up. His ass flexes with each repetition and it looks damn good. 

“Uh, it went great, I think. Pretty sure I nailed it.” I clear my throat awkwardly as I shuffle around him and put my bag away. It’s not that I don’t like seeing him naked. Obviously, I do. It’s just a little hard for me to see him naked so casually—both physically and metaphorically. He’s doing much better with the newfound freedom than I am. 

“That’s great!” Max flips onto his back and starts doing sit-ups, beaming at me like he’s not causing me to get an erection just by watching him. “Want to join me?” He pats the ground next to him, and I nod, sinking to one knee. He arches an eyebrow, and heat floods my cheeks as the realization sinks in on what he’s really asking me. Oh. 

I quickly pull my clothes off until I’m just as naked as he is, the only difference being that he’s nowhere near as hard as I am. I lie down on my back and do some sit-ups with him. It would be almost comical, seeing two skinny, nerdy guys naked working out side by side if it weren’t so fucking hot. 

My shoulder brushes against his each time we go up, his bare skin warm against mine. We do a couple more and then stop, panting, trying to catch our breath. Max looks at me with those eyes again, but this time I can’t stop myself. Our mouths crash into each other in a kiss that’s all heat. It’s passion and lust and pure attraction colliding to create the best first kiss ever. 

Max’s lips mold to mine like they were made for each other, and one of his hands reaches up to cup the side of my face. I sink into it, parting my lips when his tongue swipes against them, seeking entrance. The first brush of his tongue against mine is timid, like he doesn’t know what he’s doing—which, technically, he doesn’t—and the kiss goes from fiery passion to a sweet exploration of each other’s mouths. We take our time learning and tasting each other until we break apart panting again. But this isn’t from physical exhaustion. It’s from feeling like he’s the only one left in the world. 

We move onto his bed and switch into a sixty-nine position. I take his cock into my mouth, tasting the salty precum smeared across his tip. The taste is intoxicating, and one that I’ve become very familiar with. His lips suckle on my tip before taking my entire erection all the way down his throat. He’s become very good at deep throating me, but unfortunately, his nine inches are too much for me to take all of it, so I stroke what I can’t get down my throat, playing with his balls while my mouth bobs up and down. 

I move one of my hands further back and tease his taint, eliciting a groan that shoots down my dick. He’s leaking more precum into my mouth as I massage the sensitive skin. I push further back and tease the puckered skin of his hole and slip in the tip of my index finger. His rim clamps down on the intrusion, and I get an idea that might blow both our worlds. 

I pull off his dick with a pop and tap his hip to get his attention. “Hey, do you mind if we try something?”

He lets go of my cock and flips around to look at me. “Sure, what were you thinking?”

I hesitate and wonder if he’ll think it’s too crazy. He must sense my worry because he takes my hands into his. “Jamie, whatever it is, just say it. I’m pretty much down to try anything.”

I smile and kiss him softly before saying, “I was wondering if you would suck yourself and while you’re doing that… I can eat you out?”

Max looks at me, stunned, and panic flares through me. Fuck. He thinks it’s really weird. But then a smirk spreads across his face. “That’s so fucking hot. Let’s do it.”

“Really?” I ask. 

He kisses me softly. “Really.” Max scoots down his bed to give his legs some space and bends his body in a way that shouldn’t be possible, making it look as easy as riding a bike. His pink hole comes into view and I have to stop myself from attacking it with my tongue, giving him a moment to start sucking himself. But once he does, all bets are off. 

The sight of him bent over in half with his mouth on his dick like that goes straight to my cock, so I position myself between his cheeks, each hand taking one to stretch him out further. I lick a broad stripe against his entrance and he groans around his own dick. My first taste of his most intimate area is fucking euphoric; he’s got this faint musk from working out that makes me ravenous. 

I pepper him with kisses and tease the rim of tight muscles with the tip of my tongue before spearing it inside him. His tight entrance clamps down on my tongue, but I push it further inside, trying to roll it around his walls. I can feel his pulse quicken, so I pull off trying to make this last longer than just a few minutes. “God, Max. You taste so fucking good,” I moan, kissing one cheek and then the other before nuzzling between them to inhale his scent. Who knew eating ass could be so amazing?

Max spits out his dick and groans low, eyes locking with mine. “Jamie, I want you to fuck me.” 

My heart flutters and my dick twitches at his words. “Are you sure?” We don’t have to if you don’t want to yet.” 

“Jamie, I want you to take my virginity. Please don’t make me beg.” 

I nod once because I don’t think I have the words to say everything that’s bouncing around in my head. I go back to eating him out, stretching him open with my tongue and fingers. At first, it’s just one digit. One singular finger that gets sucked in and he clamps down on it like a vise. This is going to take a lot of work. 

Max hands me the bottle of lube we’ve been using to jerk each other off, and the slickness helps me add a second finger. I scissor them, slowly but surely stretching him out until I can add a third finger. Once I can move all three fingers around comfortably, I slick my dick and have Max lie down flat on his back. 

He looks absolutely wrecked. Even through his light tan, his skin is flushed red, cheeks rosy, curly brown hair matted to his forehead, and his eyes are almost completely black now. Only a thin circle of hazel surrounds the otherwise blown pupil. 

Max nods once, and I line my dick up against his hole, pressing against it until the head pops through. Even with all that prep, he’s still so tight around my cock. His walls squeeze my shaft, and we both groan so loud I’m sure our neighbors know exactly what we’re doing in here. 

“You’re so tight, Max. Are you okay?” I ask, looking down at him, trying to see if there’s even a hint of discomfort or pain on his face. The last thing I want is to hurt him. 

He nods and through gritted teeth says, “I’m okay. Just give me a minute to get used to you and then start pushing.” 

I hold still for as long as I can. Seconds turn into a minute. One minute turns into several before he nods again and tells me to start pushing. Slowly, I sink into him, my shaft disappearing inch by inch until I’m buried to the hilt, my pelvis flush against his ass. The tight warmth is so overwhelming that I almost lose it right there. I can’t come yet. I need him to come on my dick before I can even think of coming myself. 

Gradually, I pull out except for the head, and Max groans deeply when it brushes against his prostate. I build up a steady rhythm, pushing in and out of him, watching with each stroke how my cock disappears into him. He takes it beautifully, and I shower him with praise of how well he’s doing each time I bottom out. 

Eventually, that steady rhythm speeds up at his encouragement, and all you can hear is the slap, slap, slap of skin each time we meet. I wrap a hand around his cock and jerk him off to match my thrusts, and everything becomes frantic. He pushes and rolls his hips to meet mine, and then he’s coming as I stroke his cock. Cum bursts out of his dick to land on his stomach and chest, and the walls of his ass become impossibly tight, pushing me over the edge. 

“I’m coming,” I moan and bury myself to the hilt. Pulse after pulse of cum shoots out of me, filling Max’s guts with my seed, claiming him, marking him as mine. I collapse on top of him, and he pulls me into a searing kiss while I’m still inside, throbbing, giving him everything I have. 

Eventually, I slip out of him, and we lie side by side, looking into each other’s eyes. I pull him close and say something I hadn’t expected to, but I know it’s the absolute truth. “Max… I love you.” 

His eyes widen and then he’s kissing me all over again. When he finally lets me go, he says, “I love you too, Jamie. So fucking much.” 

I smile wide and my heart flips so many times it almost hurts. “Does that mean we’re boyfriends?”

He nods and whispers against my lips, “Yes, we’re boyfriends.” 

The End.