Romancing My Roommate pt.5 (Patreon)

As Josh and I walked out, my mind stayed tangled in the bathroom on Danny’s thick, uncut cock, the way he let me stare, the rush of blood to my own shaft when he noticed. I felt a bit guilty but horny at the same time. Everything Josh and I had done since move-in day—the showers, the blowjobs, handjobs, felt suddenly fragile.

“I need to get back to the room,” I said. Josh tried asking what happened, his hand grazing my elbow, but I shook my head. We climbed the stairs in silence and opened the door before then shut the door behind us.

I kicked off my shoes in the bedroom, crawled onto my bed, and curled tight on my side, facing the wall, knees pulled to my chest like that could hide the mess inside my head. The mattress dipped moments later as Josh climbed in behind me. He didn’t crowd me, just laid a gentle hand on my shoulder.

“Hey… talk to me, Ben.” His fingers kept moving on my back. “You’ve been off since we left the lounge. Whatever it is, I’m right here.”

I pressed my face into the pillow. “I saw Danny’s cock.”

His hand stilled. “Come again?”

I rolled over, looked up at him as tears blurred my vision. “I went to piss. He was already at the urinal. I looked… longer than a second. He noticed. Asked if I liked what I saw. I admitted I’d never seen such a big one in real life before. I got hard and he saw everything.”

Josh sat up slowly. “So you stared. Kept looking after the first glance.”

“Yeah.” My voice cracked. “I didn’t plan it. It just… happened. I’m sorry.”

Tears spilled freely now. He lay down fully, pressing his chest to my back, and wrapped both arms around my waist, pulling me close until our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces. 

“Ben…” He pressed his forehead between my shoulder blades. “I’m upset. Won’t pretend I’m not. But we’re roommates, more than that, I thought and we never put a name on this yet. Still… I like you. More than like. Enough that it hurts imagining you wanting someone else.”

I twisted in his arms, faced him, tears wetting both our cheeks now. “I like you too. More than anyone, ever. You’re the first person who’s made me feel safe enough to want things, to try things. I’ve never been with anybody before you, and seeing Danny, he’s just so different, so big and my curiosity hit me like a truck. I want experiences, I want to know what I like, but the thought of losing you guts me. You make everything feel right.”

Josh brushed a thumb across my cheek, wiping tears, then cupped my jaw. “You make me feel safe too. Like I don’t have to pretend confidence I don’t always have. Watching you open up these past days, it’s let me open up too. But hearing this… I get curious. Hell, I’ve watched porn and wondered about some stuff too. Hell, I’ve never seen a big cock in person. Might’ve stared myself.” He swallowed hard. “We’re both brand new at this. College is huge, we have a lots of years ahead to explore. I’d hate locking us down too soon and missing pieces of ourselves.”

His arms tightened, he pulled me against his chest. I buried my face in his neck, breathing him in. “I want to be yours one day. Only yours. But maybe we need space first. Time to taste things, learn ourselves, before we promise forever.” I said.

“I want that too. Being all yours. But yeah… we need time first. Experiences and Honesty.” He pressed a soft kiss to my temple, then my cheek. “I could never stay mad at you, Ben. Glad you told me straight instead of hiding it. Still stings, but truth matters more than perfect.”

I gazed at Josh. “Are you truly okay with us exploring things with other people? Because I really like you. More than I know how to say.”

Josh captured my hand, pressed it harder against his chest, then threaded our fingers together and squeezed. “I really like you too, Ben. Way more than I expected this soon. Enough that the idea of calling you mine already lives in my head. But we’ve both barely scratched the surface of all this. There’s so much out there  and tying ourselves down right now feels like cutting off possibilities before we even know what we want. If we’re meant to be boyfriends, exclusive and permanent, it’ll still be there waiting. Maybe we decide by Christmas break, maybe sophomore year, maybe the day we graduate. Until then, let’s keep the door open. Explore. Have fun. Together when we want, apart when something catches our eye.”

I nodded, leaned forward, and pressed my lips against his. When I pulled back, our foreheads stayed touching. “Okay. But promise me one thing. I’ll promise you the same.”

“Name it.”

“Tell me when you do something with someone else. You don’t have to give every graphic detail unless you want to, and you can keep the person’s name secret if it feels right. Just let me know it happened. And I’ll do exactly the same for you.”

Josh rubbed the top of my head. “If that keeps you feeling safe, I’m all in. Though… I think sharing the full play-by-play could be insanely hot. One of us tries something wild the other never imagined, then we steal the idea and do it to each other even better. Could turn into our own private master class.”

I laughed against his neck. “I hadn’t even thought of that. Alright, full stories it is. And we replay the highlights together whenever we want.”

“Perfect.” He grinned. “And I want us to be balanced. Whatever I do to you, you get to do right back. No debts, just fairness. Next time you feel like it, shove your fingers in me while I swallow you whole. Just ask. I am mostly a top but a little finger fucking never hurt anyone.” He winked at me.

I trailed my hand down his chest again, over the hard ridges of his stomach, feeling muscle tense under my touch, then slipped lower to cup the heavy bulge straining his jeans. I squeezed firmly. “Sounds like the best deal I’ve ever made, roomie.”

He moaned and his cock stiffened further. “Hey, who gave you permission to start that without warning?”

I pulled my hand away an inch, teasing. “Well, if you’d rather I stop—”

He snatched my wrist, guided my palm back, and pressed it hard against the hard shaft. “I didn’t say stop. Keep going.”

I squeezed again, feeling him swell to full hardness. I gave several more slow, possessive squeezes, savoring the way he throbbed under my fingers, then withdrew and crashed my mouth to his in a deep, hungry kiss, our tongues slid against one another.

When I finally broke away, I rested my head on his chest. “You can blow me after we grab some food. Deal?”

He kissed my head, then rubbed up and down my arm. “Deal. And I’m holding you to it. Now let’s move before I pin you down and collect early.”

We untangled and quickly went to the cafeteria to eat.

****

We stumbled through the suite door after the feast. Josh locked the door, kicked off his sneakers in one fluid motion, and turned to me. I barely had time to drop my keys on the table before he crowded me against the wall as his mouth crashed onto mine.

His tongue thrust deep immediately, while his palms slid under my shirt, his thumbs brushed my nipples. I moaned into the kiss, fisted the front of his hoodie and pulled him tighter. He broke away just long enough to yank my shirt up and over my head before he tossed it somewhere behind him. Then his mouth found mine again as his fingers attacked my belt, button, zipper.

I reached for him in return, diving under his hoodie. My thumbs found his nipples, pinched and rolled them until they stiffened into tight points. He groaned against my lips, and grinded his hips forward so his rigid cock pressed against my thigh through denim. 

I shoved him back a step, just enough space to rip his hoodie and T-shirt off in one go. They landed in a heap near the couch. Then I pushed him toward the bed, he fell back onto the mattress with a bounce. I climbed over him immediately, straddling his hips, knees sinking on either side of his thighs. Our mouths met again while my fingers worked the button of his jeans open, tugged the zipper down, and shoved the denim past his hips.

He lifted his ass to help; I dragged the jeans all the way off, tossing them aside. His cock sprang free and slapped my stomach. My own shaft throbbed painfully against the cotton of my briefs. Josh fixed that fast, he hooked two fingers in the waistband, yanked them down to mid-thigh, and my cock snapped upward, smacking his. Precum smeared between us as I pressed my body against his, our cocks were trapped tight between our abs, sliding slick together with every roll of my hips.

Josh broke the kiss with a gasp, flipped us in one move so my back hit the mattress and he loomed above me. “Ben, I want to suck you so fucking bad.”

I spread my legs wider. “Do it. Please, Josh.”

He spun around fast, knees planting on either side of my shoulders, ass hovering inches from my face, putting us back in 69 like the last time. His cheeks parted just enough to show the tight pink ring of his hole. His cock bobbed beneath him, brushing my chest, leaving a shiny streak of precum across my skin as he lowered his head. His lips brushed my crown first, leaving teasing kisses along the slit, then wet licks from base to tip, coating every inch in saliva until my shaft glistened.

I shuddered hard and moaned loudly with each pass of his tongue. He wrapped his lips around the head, and sucked me firmly, his cheeks hollowing as he took me deeper, inch by inch, until his nose brushed my pubes. Pleasure shot straight to my balls; I threw my head back, groaned his name.

I licked my finger quickly, soaked it in spit, and reached for his ass. I guided the slick digit to his hole, rubbing circles around the rim. He grunted around my cock, pushed back, and I pressed, the tip popped inside, tight ring clenching hot and greedy around me. He moaned loudly.

I spit some more on his hole and worked my finger deeper, and stretched him open inch by careful inch. His hole gripped me fiercely as I thrust in and out, slow at first, then faster. He squealed into my cock, sucked harder, his head bobbed with renewed urgency.

His cock slapped my chest with every forward rock of his hips, leaving sticky trails of precum that cooled fast against skin, then reheated with the next pass. I plunged my finger harder, curled it to brush his prostate. His whole body jerked; his cock throbbed wildly, leaking precum in thick strings across my pecs. He took me to the root again. swallowing convulsively, and I fucked his ass with my finger in perfect counter-rhythm, thrust for thrust, stretch for suck.

I added more spit to his hole, pushed back my finger into the knuckle. His hole loosened just enough to take the pounding, clenching each time I nailed that spot inside him. His cock pulsed harder, slapping wet against me.

In what seemed like an eternal haze of mounting ecstasy, my body had tensed to the absolute limit and Josh's hole had tightened like an unyielding grip around my finger, the clench radiating shockwaves through both of us that had signaled we both were on the very brink of unleashing everything our swollen, aching balls held back. "Josh... I'm close!" I gasped out. I had craved to make him explode in pure bliss. I grabbed his cock with my other hand and started sucking him like a man starved while my finger stayed lodged against his prostate.

He moaned in pleasure, his entire body quaked as he had reached the point of no return. After several more hard, deep thrusts with my fingers, I had felt his cock start to twitch violently in my mouth, pulsing wildly as hot, white cream spewed from the tip in thick, forceful ropes shooting down my mouth. he swallowed my cock deeper just as my own shaft lodged fully in the back of his throat, the sensation demolished my last shred of control and hurled me over the edge.

My own salty, hot seed had started to flood his mouth in powerful, unrelenting surges, and I felt him swallow each spurt eagerly, his throat contracted around me to milk every last drop from my pulsing cock. I must have unloaded six or seven strong shots before the overwhelming intensity subsided, the final pulses turned to small spasms as my body relaxed. Once our orgasms had faded completely, Josh waited a few seconds, gave one last thorough lick along my spent shaft to collect any remaining cum then pulled his head up and turned around, positioning his face right next to mine.

He had wrapped his arms around me tightly, drawing our sweat-slick bodies flush together, and pressed his lips against mine. I obliged by returning the deep kiss, our mouths opening wide to let tongues entwine and explore. I could still taste some of my own cum on him and I broke the kiss for a second to lick a bit of cum from his chin. When our lips reconnected,  our tongues swirled and danced until we both gasped for breath.

"Josh, that was amazing... almost as amazing as last night!" I panted.

"I think that topped it, Ben. I hadn't done much with my butt before, and I'd never felt anything like that explosion, you nailed the right spot every single thrust! Thank you for pushing me there, for making me feel that." I blushed hard and rubbed his chest. "Thank you, roomie. That felt incredible, like every nerve fired at once!" 

He pulled me close and rubbed my back soothingly. "Anything for my roomie, anytime you want it." I said.

We stayed locked in that embrace for several minutes. Eventually we decided to get ready for bed, reluctance tugged at both of us to separate even for the few moments it took to brush teeth and dim the lights. Not wanting any distance that night, we had agreed to sleep together again, we lay naked, skin on skin.

He spooned behind me, his big yet soft cock nestled right between my cheeks, the warmth of it was so comforting and intimate, and his arms held me tight, one draped over my waist to pull me against his chest, the other slipped under my head like a pillow, his fingers interlaced with mine. I had never felt so safe and comfortable as when I nestled with Josh and I hoped with every fiber of my being that he felt the same deep bond with me.

To be continued….