Becoming My Flatmates Bitch

Becoming my Flatmates' Bitch

By Brian Porter birdflies@outlook.com M/m/M+, college, cum, reluctance, non-reciprocation, mild domination (one-way sex). Posted at Nifty.org, please donate so we can keep posting and reading nice and exciting erotic stories for our entertainment. Please, visit: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html

Part 02

After that stupid thing I did with Brian, or better saying, that he made me do, I decided not to talk to him and avoid his presence. It wasn't easy, mainly because he didn't ask to be moved out as he said he would. He kept being a jerk and walking on his briefs in the house, but he would wear pants and t-shirts when Adam (my other flatmate) was around. Brian was really trying to piss me off. Out of the apartment, my life was pretty much normal as I maintained my routine. I had classes during the day and, on my free time, I'd go to the indoor pool at the gym to swim and check out the chicks on their sexy swimsuits. However, in one of these days when I was about to finish my swimming practice, I noticed a guy staring at me. He had a body similar to Brian, maybe even a bit bigger. He had a light brown skin, brown eyes and hair, and very white teeth that I could easily see because he wouldn't stop smiling at me. He was wearing only small running shorts, which made visible the huge package he had between his muscled legs. What the hell was I looking at? And why was he staring at me when we had so many chicks around to look at? I decided to leave, so I got out of the pool and when I moved to my chair to pick up my towel I felt someone coming to my side.

`You have such a nice bubble ass. I'd love to feel it. What you say?' this masculine voice asked from behind.

I looked behind to find the guy who was staring at me before, still smiling like an idiot. I didn't know this guy but I already hated him.

`Is this a fucking joke? Why don't you feel your mother's ass, fucking faggot?' I replied trying to demonstrate all my anger at the moment.

Well, I heard you are the faggot. And as I don't mind fucking faggots, I'd love to fuck you' he said still smiling and with such a confidence that maybe he thought I'd just say yes and take him to the locker room for a quick fuck. But this wasn't the worst part. What did he mean when he said I heard'?

`Wait a minute... You said you heard someone saying I'm a fag?'

How could someone be telling guys I don't know that I'm a fag? I've never given intimacy to anyone to talk about me with these words. I was really reserved and had a very small group of highly selected friends.

`Yeah, not with these words but that's what happened' he replied once again with that stupid smile on his big face.

I didn't want or need to hear anything else from him coz there was only one person in the world who would be gossiping about my sexuality with people I don't know. And looking at that guy for one last time, I was more than sure that he was definitely playing rugby. The sport Brian bragged about being the captain. I felt like I could kill my flat mate, and if he didn't have any good excuse or a very convincing apology I think I would really make something stupid.

I picked up my stuff and turned away, leaving the pool towards the locker room where I quickly changed to winter clothes without even taking a shower. I crossed the campus decided to have the biggest fight of my life and nothing would make me change my mind. When I got back to the apartment I went straight to Brian's room, but when I opened the door I saw nobody there. The flat was completely empty but I was so angry I wish I had someone to yell or swear, anything. If not I'd definitely explode. I sat on the couch in the living room and decided to wait for Brian. I don't know for how long I was there when I lied down thinking I could take a nap before talking with Brian. When I was about to sleep I saw someone opening the door and Brian getting in, wearing a jacket, scarf, jeans and holding some books. He was definitely coming back from classes. He sorta pretended he didn't see me and moved towards his room when I asked him to stop.

`What do you want?' he asked holding the doorknob to his room.

`I need to talk to you' Damn it! I wasn't angry anymore. I wasn't even thinking about killing him as I did before. All the waiting made me too relaxed and sleepy. But I still wanted to know what the hell he was doing talking about me to his friends. Even worse, saying I was a fag, which I wasn't.

`One of your friends came to me at the pool today saying shit...' I explained.

`Saying what?' he asked visibly annoyed and pretending he didn't have the slightest idea of what I was talking about.

I was feeling a bit uncomfortable as I started talking about that again, but there was no other way to explain the situation. `He was saying I got a nice ass and that I was a fag'. I couldn't believe I was saying that to him as if it was the most common thing to chat about.

`Well, I don't understand what's the problem. You do have a very nice ass and, as long as you've showed to me, you're a fag indeed'

`I told you I ain't a fag' I said, feeling that fire slowly burning inside of me again.

`I don't care for whatever you say. You dig me and my cock, you shithole. You even stroke me till I came in my pants and I still had to clean the mess you made. So I should be the one angry here' he yelled, pointing his finger to my face.

In fact, I think that at that moment he was angrier than me so the fire that was gradually burning inside of me disappeared.

You're really a dick head' I said calmly trying not to make him even angrier. What the hell do you want for me to prove I'm no fag? I already jerked you and I didn't get hard'

`See? Now you admit you jerked me. All that bullshit that oh, you made me do this' he yelled trying to imitate me by changing his voice as if I talked like a girl. After a few seconds of silence, as I didn't know what to say, he opened the door of his room then invited me in.

I went after him and there he was sitting on his chair facing me, his legs spread open whilst he looked upset. `You want to prove me you ain't a fag and stop me from telling everyone that you are a fag? So now let's do this right. You come over here and hold my dick like the last time. You stay limp and that's all. If you don't get a hardon after touching me like the last time then I'll know you don't dig my body and my big cock. But! But! If you become hard then I'll know you're a bitchy fag who can't wait to be fucked and screwed by me and the whole rugby team. Got it?'

I don't know why but this time I didn't give a shit. Why should I? I knew I wasn't a fag. `Ok then, is that what you want? Fair enough'

I went to where he was, stopped right in front of him, bend over a little bit and touched his dick over the jeans. Here you are. And I'm not touching myself, see?' I said raising my left hand up And I'm still limp, see? No hardon, nothing! Convinced now?'

I said like the last time, bitch' He continued talking really pissed. We weren't like this last time, were we? I'm not even hard myself. Let's go to your room, you put on a nice porn so I can get hard and then we continue exactly like we did last time.'

I wasn't objecting. I'd do whatever to make him believe I wasn't a fag. I went back to my room, sat on my chair and clicked on some old porn I had there. I don't remember which video I was opening, I wasn't interested at all. Anything would go as far as I had this over once and for all. I heard him stepping into my room and moving towards me.

`Can I sit?' he said as he stood by my side, now removing his jacket, but keeping a long sleeve shirt and his jeans.

I didn't say a word. I just stood up and let him sit on my chair to watch the video. I think there was a girl being finger fucked by a guy as she sucked another one. Whatever. As I said, I only wanted to finish this misunderstanding. After a few minutes, I saw Brian rubbing his dick over his jeans while the woman was being fucked on the screen. I thought Brian was hard enough at that moment coz despite the thick jeans I could see the outline of his hard huge cock. When I was already tired of waiting, he turned the chair to face me again.

`Ok. Now you touch me as the last time' he stated now emotionless.

I approached him again and put my hand on his crotch, rubbed his dick and then pressed my hand against it, but he didn't seem happy.

You fucking kidding me? That's not like the last time' he said visibly angry again. Last time you were surrounding my dick with your hand. No one would ever get hard only by rubbing another guy's dick like this. What do you think I am? Now tell me what's the difference between now and last time'

`You weren't wearing jeans' that was the first difference I thought about and the most obvious one.

`Fair enough' he said as he started unbuttoning his jeans.

`So you go and wear sweatpants like the other day'

`I got no sweatpants because you made me cum on that one. It's still to be washed'

`So there's no way for us to keep with this' I said crossing my arms as he stood up and unzipped his jeans.

`Quit the bullshit. I'm wearing my boxer shorts' he put his fingers into the waistband of his jeans and pushed it a little bit down showing a huge hard on (bigger than what I had imagined) under his undies. That was really big, I felt so intimidated and awkward. I just couldn't touch that.

`I'm not touching your dick like that. This is different from last time' I stated still arms crossed staring at Brian who was still serious and angry as if all that was happening was my fault. All the situation made me forget about the reason why we were there going through this again. I only wanted him to stop talking about me to his friends and I was trapped into touching him. It obviously makes no sense but he convinced me that everything happened only because I provoked him. I almost felt like apologizing instead of yelling at him.

`Man, stop making excuses. You're so full of shit. It's the same thing. There's still something between your hand and my meat. It's not like you are touching me. Are you chickening?' he asked staring me straight in the eyes.

To the hell with that shit, I got closer to him and put my hand around his dick. I was impressed that even without the sweatpants I still could barely close my hand around that.

He slowly sat back on the chair as I held his dick with my right hand. `So how long do I have to keep doing this?'

This is still not like the last time. Your other hand' he grabbed my left arm put it on my leg'

I lifted my hand and rested it on his left thigh.

`It was closer to my balls' he said expecting me to move my hand closer to his crotch.

Whatever' I put it closer to his balls, then I said Now it's the same, right? And I'm still not hard'

`Of course it's not the same. Last time you were jerking me off. How do you wanna prove something only by holding my dick? Put your hands to work and pump my meat, bitch'

`No, I didn't jerk you off. You made me do that' I protested, but didn't remove my hands from his lap.

`Man, you confessed minutes ago that you did that. Do you wanna do this or not? Coz if you don't, just leave me alone and don't complain about anything anymore. I'm just tired of you'

I felt there was no way to convince him otherwise. Already feeling that there was really nothing else I could do to change that situation I started pumping his meat up and down.

`For how long?' I asked disgusted.

`Just like the last time. I told you already. Make me cum and don't get yourself hard and we have a deal'

Shit. If that was the deal so I'd go till the end. I was already holding his dick anyway. However, I did notice that now it wasn't exactly like the last time. Instead of having his hands over mine, he had them over his head enjoying the pleasure I was giving him. He was definitely not making me do anything, I was doing everything myself.

`Hold tighter, your hand is too loose. And work your left hand on my balls as well, don't leave it there doing nothing' Brian instructed me.

I did as he told me and I knew I was doing it right when I heard him moaning. I knew that the fastest I finished that, the fastest I'd be free to go and I'd be finally done with him. I decided to kneel down and make it right, but before going down he held me.

`Wait. We still got a problem' he said looking me in the eyes.

`What now?'

`How can I know you ain't getting a bonner if you are wearing those jeans? Take'm off'

`What?' I couldn't believe my ears. I couldn't be half naked there while I held his dick over his briefs.

`Yeah man, otherwise this will be all in vain. I'll still say you're a bitchy fag. How would I know you didn't get hard?'

Extremely tired of arguing with him, I unbuttoned my jeans and stepped out of them, now wearing only my t-shirt and my briefs. `See? Completely limp' I said showing my crotch to him.

`Ok, let's see how it goes. Now keep doing your faggy thing'

I wouldn't argue anymore. I just kneeled down again and started jerking him with my right hand whilst my left caressed his balls. I could see he was really enjoying that. The scene on the computer was already over and he didn't seem to care. He had his arms over his head and the eyes closed. From time to time he would open them to check if I was getting hard. Whenever I saw he had opened his eyes, I would try my best to show him I wasn't. It didn't take too long for him to shake again and drench his briefs with whitey and thick cum. I removed my hands as fast as I could so I wouldn't touch it, and fortunately I didn't. I stood up proud of myself as he was still recovering from his orgasm.

`I saw it moving' he said pointing to my crouch and recovering his breath.

What? No way, I was limp the whole time. I swear. I showed it to you all the time' I was about to show him my dick but he yelled I should stop Don't show me your shit. I don't wanna see it. I don't see other guys' dicks. But I did see yours moving inside your briefs. Don't try to fool me. Every time you touch me you get more and more aroused'

`That's not true. I'm exactly like the last time, you're just trying to make up excuses to say I'm a fag. I touched you, stroked you and I'm still limp. That's proof enough for me'

`But it's not for me' he stated as he stood up and got out of my room.

I was getting really pissed as he was just making a fool out of me. I sat on my chair and closed the videos. I decided to get out and calm down when he appeared again at my door, and, to my surprise, wearing sweatpants (after saying he didn't have any). He put his cum covered wet briefs over my desk and ordered `this time you clean the mess you've done' and went back to his room. I was so angry, but there wasn't much I could do. I carefully took his briefs with the tips of my fingers and threw on my basket of dirty clothes and went out.

End of part 02

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