Romancing My Roommate pt.2 (Patreon)

I stood in the hallway between bathroom and bedroom, jeans bunched at my ankles, my cock was jutting out hard. Josh leaned in the doorway, he was naked but his eyes devoured every inch of me.

“How are you holding up, Ben?”

I reached out, my palm slid over his shoulders, thumbs tracing the muscles. “To be honest, I love being naked around you. It was a bit overwhelming at first, but fuck, I’m glad we did this.”

He closed the gap. His arms locked around my waist, our chests slammed together and our cocks nestled side by side. I squeezed him hard, fingers digging into the flex of his lats, and he answered with a roll of hips that dragged his half-hard length along mine.

“No clothes in the suite from now on,” he said against my ear.

I laughed. “Signed and sealed.”

We broke apart. I bent to haul jeans up; he mirrored the motion. His ass flexed as he reached for his own pair, round, pale, tight globes dusted with faint blond fuzz. My cock  throbbed and pressed a thick line against denim before I zipped. 

Josh caught the stare. “Front’s a hit, back’s a home run?”

“Ass for days,” I fired back.

He stepped close and spun slowly. “Touch it. Go on.”

I grabbed both cheeks, kneaded deep. He pushed back into my grip and let me feel it as much as I wanted to.

He spun again and his hands dove for my ass. He squeezed me first and then a light smack cracking across one cheek. My dick jumped at the impact. “Love your cock, but asses own me. Yours is fucking criminal.”

Another smack. I shoved my mouth into his. My hands mapped the dip of his spine, the swell of his glutes. He ground forward; our denim-clad cocks rubbed through fabric and then we pulled apart as we laughed.

We pulled shirts on, grabbed our backpacks. At the door Josh paused, and kisse me hard, like his tongue fucked my mouth for a few seconds before we composed ourself. Then he bolted. I chased after him, cock bouncing painfully against my zipper.

We sat through orientations and then the first two lectures. Then lunch break began and Josh seized my wrist outside the hall.

“Library. Move.”

I trailed him through corridors and into the big library. He towed me behind a towering shelves of bound engineering journals, shoved me against the wall, his hand cupped my jaw.

His mouth slammed into mine. I moaned but he swallowed it, tongue thrusting deep. His palm slid down my chest, popped the button, dove inside. Fingers wrapped my cock, my veins pulsed under his grip. He stroked once, root to crown.

I shrieked into his mouth. He kissed harder, hips pinning me, free hand bracing the shelf above. Books rattled. I shoved my own hand down his jeans, gripped his shaft. It hardened instantly, surging to full length in my fist, the head nudging my wrist. I squeezed; he bucked, his cockhead smeared precum across my knuckles.

We rutted against the wall, cocks sliding through our fists. Then he pulled away, “Let’s continue this in the evening, we have lunch to do and a class to catch.”

I gave one last pump, he shuddered and withdrew with a groan. We zipped up and slipped out hoping nobody noticed us.

****

We reached our place after finishing our last lectures. Backpacks hit the carpet with thuds. Josh clicked the door shut. Our shirts vanished in a blur and our chests collided with a slap of skin on skin. Our mouths fused again. Both of our hands dove for each other’s belts, buttons popped, zippers pulled down. Denims pooled at our ankles; cocks sprang into each other’s greedy palms. I gripped Josh’s shaft. He mirrored, fingers wrapping my length, stroking root to tip, twisting at the head until my knees buckled.

We jerked each other against the door, hips grinding, cocks sliding through fists, moans swallowed in the kiss. Precum slicked our knuckles, dripped down shafts, smeared across abs. His free hand clawed my ass, spread me, a finger teased the rim.

I twisted around his, milking another bead. We stroked faster, hips bucking, cocks pulsing. I felt him swell, pulse once, twice. He came with a sharp grunt, hot stripes painting my fist, my belly, dripping down my wrist. The sight made me cum, pleasure surged and I ended up spilling my cum over his fingers in thick, endless pulses, coating his knuckles, running over both our cocks.

Josh broke the kiss. Our hands stayed locked around each other’s softening cocks. We eased fingers free, laced them instead, and stood chest to chest.

“Josh… I know we’ve just met but I fucking love being with you.”

“Same, Ben. It’s like we’ve known each other for so long even though we just met yesterday..”

I towed him to the bedroom, kicking jeans aside. Briefs followed, flung into corners. We dove onto the lower bunk. Josh spooned behind me, his half-hard cock slid between my cheeks, nestling hot along the cleft. His arms locked around my chest, one hand splayed over my heart, the other cupping my pec, thumb flicking the nipple until it pebbled hard. I twisted, grabbed the Chinese menu from the desk, dialed on speaker and barked an order.

Knock came twenty minutes later. Josh yanked on gym shorts, the waistband was barely containing his bulge, his cock head peeking past the elastic. I stayed naked, it felt so good, so freeing. While he paid, I prowled the common area, posing like a goddamn peacock. When he came back, I spun, bent and mooned him, cheeks spread wide, my hole winking at him. He lunged, palm cracking across my ass. The slap rang sharp; I yelped.

He smacked the other cheek. I shoved into him and we kissed again before we went to our room.

We played a movie on his laptop and just enjoyed our meals.

Bellies full, movie paused and leftovers stashed in the mini-fridge. We tumbled back to bed, facing each other, legs entwined. I traced his pecs, circled a nipple. It pebbled instantly under my thumb. I rolled it, pinched, twisted. I leaned in, my tongue flicked the peak, my teeth grazed the soft nub and then I sucked hard.  “Ben…” He moaned.

“Josh…” I moaned back.

“What do you want to try?” He asked.

“Anything. Everything you wanna try.” I said.

“Great, just tell me if it’s too much, I’ll stop whenever you say.” he said.

I nodded.

He kissed down my chest, tongue flicking each nipple, teeth grazing until I writhed. Lower, lower, his tongue tracing the line of hair. He nudged my thighs apart and settled between them, his breath ghosted over my pubes. One hand cupped my balls. The other slid lower, finger tracing the cleft of my ass. I spread wider and bent my knees. He circled my hole with his finger, teasingingly putting some pressure, and my rim fluttered in response. 

He pressed his finger against my hole, the tip breached. I gasped and pushed back. He sank to the first knuckle as he wiggled his way in. I moaned, I wanted more. My hole fluttered, sucking him in. He couldn't get more of his finger in so he just pumped steadily, his knuckles grazed my rim. 

“Fuck, Josh—”

I pushed back, my hole kept clenching and releasing. 

He finally pulled out slowly. “You liked it?”

“Never felt that but it’s my turn now.” I said.

He crawled up and kissed me deep. “So what’s on the menu?”

I reached down between us, fingers curling around Josh’s hard cock. I gave two long, deliberate strokes, root to crown, twisting my wrist at the head to spread the wetness in glossy circles. He throbbed harder, swelling impossibly in my fist. I shifted lower, knees sliding over the rumpled sheets, eyes locked on the flushed tip and the way it glistened. My tongue darted out, licked a slow, flat stripe across the head. He gasped sharply, his hips jerked upward, cock twitching against my lips.

I sealed my mouth around the head, my tongue swirled in circles, lapping at the slit, coaxing more precum to spill. Spit pooled under my tongue, slicked the shaft, dripped down to coat my fingers. Josh moaned loudly, his hips thrust forward in tiny, desperate thrusts. His cock plunged deeper than I expected, bumping the back of my throat. I gagged, eyes watering, throat fluttering, but the stretch felt filthy-good. He eased back instantly, hands gentle on my shoulders.

“Lay on your back.” I said.

He rolled, cock jutting straight up toward the top bunk, the whole length was gleaming with my spit. I straddled his chest, putting my knees on each side of his body, one hand cupping his sac, rolling the heavy weight, tugging lightly to feel them shift. The other gripped the base, steadying the shaft. I sank down again. Spit dripped in thick strands, my chin slick. I bobbed shallow at first, sucking hard, the wet sound was echoing in the room. He squirmed beneath me, his thighs flexed, abs were rippling with every breath.

His hands found my ass, palms spread my cheeks wide, his thumbs dug into the muscle. I moaned around his cock, the vibration made him buck hard. His finger traced my crack, the insistent pressure that made my rim flutter and clench again. My own cock hardened fast, smearing a steady stream of precum across his chest with every bob of my head. He pulled back, gathered spit in his mouth, let it drop in a thick string onto his finger. The digit returned wet this time, rubbing my hole in firm circles, my rim was twitching even more greedily. I pushed back, took the tip of his finger inside. He pressed and it popped inside, stretching me open.

I screamed around his cock, my ass clenched hard, the intrusion was burning me sweetly. He held still, let me adjust, then wiggled the finger, crooking it experimentally. I sank lower, took half his cock in mouth, my tongue lashed the underside. He added more spit, worked the finger deeper to open me further. My hole relaxed, swallowed him to the second knuckle, then the third. I bobbed faster. He crooked his finger again, brushing my prostate this time. Electricity crackled in my core; my cock jerked, leaking a thick rope of precum that painted his abs.

His moans turned frantic, cock throbbing wildly in my mouth, pulsing against my tongue. I hollowed cheeks, sucked harder, took more of him inside my mouth, six inches now. He thrust his finger deeper, nailed the spot again and again, matching my rhythm. Precum poured from me, coating his chest. I forced my throat to relax, swallowed the head inch by inch until my nose buried in his pubes, balls against my chin. He howled, and his hips bucked uncontrollably.

His free hand gripped my hip. I gagged, drooled, and took him deeper. My hole clenched, released, clenched again, greedy for more. His cock swelled impossibly harder, pulsing against my tongue. I felt every throb, every vein, every twitch.

We moved together, mouth on cock, fingers in ass, bodies slick and shaking. The wet slap of my lips, the squelch of fingers in my hole, our moans blending into one filthy symphony. His thumb joined the stretch, rubbing the outer rim while one finger pumped inside, curling relentlessly against my prostate. my cock erupted without even being touched, ropes of cum splattering his chest, stomach, mixing with the precum already there. My hole clamped around his fingers, spasming in time with each spurt, milking him inside me.

He felt it, my orgasm triggered his. His hips snapped up, cock buried deep. Hot cum flooded my mouth as thick pulses coated my tongue, sliding down my throat in salty waves. I swallowed greedily. The taste, the warmth, the pulpy texture sent aftershocks through me. My cock kept pulsing, painting him in long stripes.

We rode the waves, bodies locked, moans muffled around flesh. His cock softened slowly in my mouth; I licked him clean, I was reluctant to let go as my tongue traced every ridge, every vein, lapping the last drops from the slit. His fingers slipped free. 

I turned around and collapsed beside him. He wrapped arms around me, kissed my temple.

“I swallowed you,” I said.

“And I made you cum with just my finger.” He laughed.

I turned, kissed his cheek, and burrowed my face into his neck. Exhaustion crashed over me like a tide. Sleep dragged me under his arms.

To be continued…