Romancing My Roommate pt.3 (Patreon)

I woke up tangled naked in Josh’s arms who was stroking my hip.

“Did we really do that last night?”

“Yes, Ben, we did. You’re still okay with everything that happened, right?”

I turned in his arms. “Yeah, I just needed to make sure it wasn’t some insane dream because yesterday felt too wild to be real, every second of it, and I’m so glad it was with you, glad it was us.” I leaned in to kiss him.

Josh cupped the back of my head, guided me closer, and kissed me softly. The kiss broke only when my cock surged rigid against his thigh, and his own answered with a throb between us.

“Oh no, look what I did to you!”

I giggled, eyes dropping to the tent the sheet made over his groin, the outline of his hard length clear as day. “Yeah, and I see I’m definitely not the only one excited this morning!” I poked the peak; he chuckled, hips rolling.

“Well there’s plenty of time for taking care of those later, roomie, because right now my stomach is growling loud enough to wake the whole floor.” He rolled out of bed, grabbed yesterday’s jeans from the floor, and stepped into them commando. The denim hugged his ass, the ridge of his cock was visible along his thigh.

“You’re not going to wear any underwear at all?” I asked at the thought of him walking around campus like that, anyone able to see exactly what he packed if he got hard again.

“Nah, we won’t be out long, and I don’t care if anyone notices what I’ve got going on, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, right?” He tugged a T-shirt over his head. I frowned inside at the loss of that view but kept my face neutral.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right, but I don’t think I could ever be that bold.” I fished clean briefs from my drawer, slid them up my legs, the cotton cupping my still-half-hard cock, then stepped into jeans and a tee. “Let’s get moving, the dining hall should be open by now, shouldn’t it?”

“I think so, but we can double-check at the front desk; they’ve got all the schedules, campus maps, restaurant lists, everything a new student could possibly need.” He laced his shoes, grabbed his wallet, and headed for the door. “Hurry up, I’m getting hungrier by the second!”

“Okay, okay, I’m right behind you!” I shoved my feet into sneakers, snatched my ID, and followed him out.

We hit the info tables stacked with glossy pamphlets, campus maps, dining guides, local restaurant flyers. Josh grabbed one of each, flipped through the dining brochure. “Ben, you got a meal plan or what?”

“Yeah, I went with the all-you-can-eat option so I can swipe in whenever, no matter the schedule, plus I like hitting the gym and sometimes I just need to grab a protein shake or a sandwich after lifting so I don’t crash hard.” He flexed his arm, bicep bulging under the sleeve, veins popping. I grinned and poked the muscle.

“You’re going to have to walk me through your routine because I’d kill to look half as good as you do.”

He laughed. “Aw, come on, I don’t look that great, you’re way cuter than me, hands down.”

I ducked my head and blushed but I was terrified if someone overheard and connected dots. I

We swiped IDs in the dining hall, loaded our trays and found a corner table.

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We tumbled back into the suite after our breakfast, and banged the door shut behind us. In one seamless motion Josh yanked his T-shirt over his head. I stood frozen for a heartbeat, drinking him in, before my own hands moved on instinct to unbutton my own shirt and then fling it aside to join his in a tangled heap.

Jeans came next, his cock sprang free, somehow already half-hard and thickening with every pulse. I mirrored him, my own shaft surged hard the moment the fabric cleared. We stood naked in the middle of the room, eyes locked, cocks jutting toward each other like magnets.

“Wanna shower together?” Josh proposed, one hand already drifting down to give his shaft a stroke.

“Why did you think I got naked?” I winked at him.

We both stepped forward until our cocks brushed. He grabbed my hand, our fingers interlaced, and towed me down the short hallway to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and pulled me under the spray first, his hands cupped my jaw before he crushed our mouths together. Tongues tangled fiercely, water poured between our parted lips. I gripped his ass hard, fingers digging into firm muscle, kneading the globes, pulling him tighter until our cocks trapped between slick abs, sliding in the frictionless glide of water and skin. He groaned into my mouth, hips thrusting forward, his hard cock dragged along my stomach, leaving trails of precum that washed away in rivulets.

We broke for air and Josh reached blindly for the body wash mounted on the wall. He pumped a thick dollop into his palm, and lathered my chest in broad circles, his thumbs circled my nipples until they ached into tight points, then he pinched lightly to draw out a moan from my throat. I snatched the bottle, squirted a generous stream over his pecs, worked it downward in foamy trails, fingers tracing every ridge of his abs, dipping into the hollows of his hips, thumbs brushing the base of his cock where it jutted proud. 

I wrapped a soapy fist around his shaft, gripped tight, and stroked from root to crown in long, twisting pulls, my thumb swiping the tip on every upstroke. He bucked into my hand and his cock glided through my fist with wet, obscene sounds. His own hand encircled mine, matching rhythm stroke for stroke, fingers squeezing the base until my balls drew tight. We jerked hard, hips thrusting, cocks pulsing in sync, water sluicing between us, rinsing and renewing the slickness. I leaned back against the tile, legs spread wide for balance, and he followed, chest slamming mine, mouths brushing with every pump, teeth nipping lower lips.

His free hand gripped my ass cheek, spread me wide under the spray, a single finger teasing the rim of my hole but never breaching in, just rubbing in firmly, maddening loops that made my cock leak harder into his fist. I mirrored the move, sliding a soapy digit between his cheeks, tracing the puckered ring, pressing until he pushed back, the tip popping just inside before I eased out to circle again. We jerked faster, both of our cocks throbbing, balls slapping wetly against our thighs.

Josh moaned against my ear, his cock swole harder in my grip. He came first, hips snapped forward and hot ropes of cum splattering my stomach, chest but it was washed away instantly under the shower only for the next pulse to paint fresh stripes across my skin. I erupted soon after, my cum streaked his fist, his abs and dripping down his thighs in thick ropes that the water chased into the drain. We milked each other through every spasm, our fists pumped each other relentlessly.

Laughter bubbled up between us. “Fuck, that was way too fast,” Josh panted, still stroking my cock while his cock softening in my hand but twitching with every pass.

“Blame the audience and the goddamn water show,” I shot back.

We laughed harder and shifted to actual cleaning, though hands never stopped wandering. Josh pumped more gel, lathered my back in broad strokes, palms sliding down the curve of my spine to cup my ass under the guise of thoroughness, fingers kneading deep, spreading cheeks to let water rinse every crevice. I returned the favor with enthusiasm, soaping his shoulders, chest, abs, then dropping to my knees under the spray to lather his thighs, calves, and the sensitive backs of his knees. I rose, hands sliding up to grip his ass again, thumbs tracing the crease, spreading him wide to rinse, one finger slipping between to circle his hole playfully. He pushed back, took the tip, clenched around it with a grin, then spun me to repeat the ritual on me.

I turned him to the wall, pressed his chest to tile, soaped his crack in long strokes, thumb circling his hole, pressing just enough to feel the flutter before rinsing clean. He mirrored, hands on my hips, bending me slightly, lathering my ass with both palms, his fingers dug deep, spreading my cheeks wide to let water cascade between, and one digit teasing my rim until I bucked back for more. 

We stepped out eventually. Josh dried my chest, but his hands lingered on my cock, gave it a playful tug that drew a fresh bead of precum. I toweled his back, squeezed his ass one last time, fingers tracing the dimples above. We dressed in fresh clothes and went to our classes as usual.

To be continued...

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Sorry for such a long delay. Last month I got unexpectedly laid off from my job, and it was a struggle to start it all back from scratch.

I just joined a new place last week, so I haven't been getting much time to be creative and write stories. But don't worry, I just gotta push through a little more then I'll be regular. You can expect me to be fully back by 15 December, till then you can unsubscribe if you want.

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