Becoming my Flatmates' Bitch
By Brian Porter birdflies@outlook.com
M/m, college, cum, reluctance, non-reciprocation, mild domination (one-way sex).
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Part 03
Things were getting weirder as days went by. I don't know if I was imagining things or if they were really happening. Every time I went to gym to swim, I could swear there were eyes staring at me. I felt like every single man around me was looking at my ass and talking to each other about me. This time it wasn't like the old days when I loved to show myself off to the girls. There were only men staring at me. And not only one stud like the last time I've been there, I think now I could count at least three heads following me as I walked around the pool. And this impression wasn't restricted to my swimming sessions. Even during the classes, I knew these two huge guys from the rugby team who would keep their eyes on me almost all the time. One day one of them passed by me, asked if I was fine and then slapped me on my butt as he walked along the corridor. The thing is that I really didn't know whether I was imagining things or if these things were really happening. It wasn't the first time that someone passing by me would slap me on the butt, but the situation now was different. I had a flatmate who could be probably telling everyone I was a fag looking forward to being fucked.
In my flat things were very weird as well. Brian would wear only sweatpants and t-shirts. And after taking a better look at him, I could tell he was going commando whenever we were alone. From time to time, I could see him pitching a tent and trying to make sure I was watching him. When I was watching TV, he would walk around between me and the TV with a tent in his sweatpants. I tried my best to look away and pretend nothing was happening but the son of a bitch was very insistent, and it was really hard to overlook that huge thing under his pants. I was also trying not to talk about what was happening at the gym or the corridors when the other guys stared at me. I knew that if I started talking about it, Brian would start with that same old talk that I was really a fag and had a nice ass. I also knew I didn't have to prove anything to anyone, but I didn't like people thinking something about me that wasn't true.
Certain evening, however, I decided I should try to persuade Brian to talk to his friend and tell them the truth: I wasn't a fag and they should me leave alone. I just wished to have my life back and he was the only one who could help me. That day we were sitting on the couch watching TV side by side. He was wearing his sweatpants and a t-shirt, as usual, and I also wore a t-shirt and jeans. Despite his nice body, normally Brian wouldn't show it off. Well, only in those times he wanted me to touch him, but usually he'd be fully covered, with his grey sweatpants and t-shirt. I wouldn't show myself to him either, so the both of us were always fully dressed.
At that evening, I was trying to talk to him, but didn't know how to start until I heard him talking to me.
`Is there something you wanna tell me?' he asked still looking at the TV.
Yeah. Actually there's something I'd like to ask you' I was trying to find the right words, but my head was spinning, considering what could happen if I kept that conversation. Could you tell your friends to stop staring at me and gossip about me being a fag?' I finally asked him at last.
`And why should I do that? You're really a fag. As I said, when you manage to prove you are not, then I'll not only say you ain't one but I'll even say how macho you are' he laughed loud despite my concerns. I knew he would say that so it wasn't a surprise whatsoever.
`C'mon. I've jerked you twice and I didn't get hard. You saw that...' I tried to explain, still talking about how I jerked him off but he didn't let me finish my sentence.
`I didn't see anything. In fact, you almost convinced me you weren't a fag in the first time you did me. But on the second I wasn't so sure. I did see your cock stiffening and almost getting hard'
That's such a fucking lie' I yelled upset, but slowly I tried to calm down. I needed him so I had to be calm. That's not true. I showed you how limp I was'
`The thing is... I think that before meeting me and seeing my muscles, you probably were really straight. You even said you'd see some certain girl twice a month. A girl I haven't ever seen...'
She exists' this time I interrupted him as I hoped that maybe by bringing her over to the conversation would be enough to convince him I wasn't gay. Her name is Jessy. She's a nice girl, but she had to go back to her hometown coz she had a sick aunt...'
`I don't give a shit, dude. The thing is that I'm completely sure that after knowing me, your fag genes started getting activated, if you know what I mean. And now you dig me and my dick'
I said that's not true' Actually, I didn't know what he was talking about. What the hell did he mean by fag genes?' It didn't matter, I had to try to persuade him I wasn't gay.
`Well, then prove to me' he stated once again, as he had done other many times before.
`What do you want me to do?' I asked afraid of his answer.
`Well, I found out that there's only one way for you to prove this to me. I realized that your genes are gradually turning to be gay, so this is being a process'
`It doesn't exist...' I started to mumble, almost whispering.
Whatever, man. That's the only explanation' he said impatiently. So I was thinking that if you touch me all the time, and I mean all the time, and never get hard... let's say... for one month... then there's nothing I can say. You're definitely straight'
`What do you want?' I asked already imagining the worst situation possible.
`It's easy. Whenever we're together like this, you know, the both of us together here, I don't even need to say anything, you come to me and touch my dick. Then I check you to see if you're getting hard' he explained as I noticed his dick getting harder under the thin cotton layer that separated his dick from me.
`One month is too much. A couple days should be enough' What was I saying? I had agreed already with his terms without trying to discuss the terms. I was agreeing to touch his cock as if it was the most natural thing to do with your flatmate.
`No, dude. You ain't dumb, you heard me saying that this is gradual. These genes appear with time, as you see me and my hard cock, and you touch it, you'll start to realize you like and can't live without it. So we need time. One month would make me 100% sure that you ain't a fag'
`I won't touch your dick if it's uncovered. Never!' Well, that's the only condition I had to impose. If he didn't agree I'd just give up and think about something else.
`I don't mind. That's up to you. But, as I said, whenever we are alone you put your hands over my dick. And whenever I ask you to jerk me off, you do it' Brian explained now putting his left arm around my right shoulder and neck.
`You haven't said anything about jerking you' I whispered, regretting the time I agreed to this idea.
`Well, it's only fair. I know you get off doing that. So if you do that a lot and don't get hard it makes even clearer to me that you ain't a fag. I know that you need to jerk me off to get hard as you've done twice'
I didn't know what to say. I think that mentally I was considering how long one month was. And how my life would be during this one month. `Ok, but you tell your friends right now to stop staring at me and talking about me'
`Deal. So you start first' he said as he got himself more comfortable on the couch, spreading his legs apart, showing his dick that was completely hard now.
Without any choices and knowing I had agreed to his terms already, I put my right hand on his crotch and turned my head towards the TV, as if I could pretend I wasn't jerking off my flatmate. I thought Brian was imitating me, looking at the TV as if nothing was happening. In my head, I couldn't stop thinking I'd be touching his dick for a whole month. That was a really long time. After one or two minutes, I decided to look at my hand and the cock I was holding over his pants. Even covered, I could see that his dick was big enough to have two, maybe three, hands holding it at the same time. Sweatpants made it easy for me to feel his cock, just like it was with his briefs last time I touched him.
`Ok, time for you to work your hands. Make me cum' he ordered with his eyes glued at the TV.
`Already?' I did think he would give me some time off before asking me that.
He finally looked at me, and as I saw his face I knew he was very angry. `What have I said? Whenever I want, right? Such a stupid, bitch'
Ok, I thought. That was the deal and I have agreed I'd do that. I started pumping his dick through the pants as I have done before. Brian turned his head away from me, returning his eyes to the TV and I tried to do the same. That was such a ridiculous situation, who was I trying to fool when I pretended nothing was happening? As the time passed by my arm was getting very tired. I stopped for a while and then he looked at me again.
`You don't stop till I cum' he ordered, sounding really pissed.
`But my arm is hurting, c'mon, just gimme some time to rest'
`No way! That's your problem, not mine. Do whatever you have to do but make me cum or the deal is over and everyone will be talking about you'
Not knowing what else to do I thought that if I changed my position on the couch it could be easier, then I kneeled between his legs and started jerking him with my left hand. The biggest problem about this new position is that I couldn't pretend I was watching the TV or somehow forget about what I was doing. All I had to see was my hand on his cock. I kept changing hands for a while but he wouldn't cum. What was wrong with this guy?
`Won't you ever cum?' I asked after realizing that the TV show we were watching had just ended. It made me aware that I should be between his legs for at least 40 minutes.
`Dude, do you know how hard it is to cum when you have your dick hidden under your pants?'
So that was his plan, I thought. He wanted to make me tired till I asked to do it without pants. But that wouldn't happen. I decided to keep stroking him harder, and faster, he couldn't last forever. As I imagined, after ten or fifteen minutes I finally saw him shaking and cumming in his pants. I removed my hands as fast as I could so I wouldn't touch his sperm. Brian then recovered his breath, I saw his dick getting soft and after a while he stood up, went to his room and came back wearing different sweatpants and holding the wet one in his hand.
`You make me cum in my pants, so you wash them' he said throwing them at me.
That time I think I felt his cum touching my fingers. That was extremely disgusting. I put his pants in the washing machine and came back to the room.
`Last time you washed my briefs you left a big cum stain there. I want them clean' he stated turning his head to the TV again as if I was his servant.
`But it's cum, what do you expect?'
`I expect you to do whatever you have to do to make them clean. They were clean before you made the mess. It's your fault so you fix it'
I thought this was going too far, but now it was too late to regret. I had made a deal and would go till the end. I was thinking about washing his pants in the bathtub, but he stopped me.
`You do it later, when I'm not here. As long as we're together, just the both of us, you keep your hands on me' Decided not to argue with him, I sat down again and put my hand over his dick hidden by his sweatpants. We stayed like that for a while till Adam came back from his work.
At night, I turned on my pc and watched some chicks being banged on the internet. But soon, I changed for a lesbian category. I was tired of seeing dicks. I believe I'd be watching that category a lot so I marked it as favorite. I felt like even touching my own dick was becoming somehow weird and not very satisfying. I jerked myself off, till I came in a pair of dirty socks and went to sleep.
End of part 03
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