Everyone is over the age of 18
The first day I met my housemate I was pretty nervous. I would've preferred if my boyfriend was able to move in with me but it didn't work with his commute. So I put out an ad and sorted through the replies. Dylan seemed the most legit, although I am 90 percent sure he's a party bro. Oh well, I thought, as long as he pays the rent.
But it turns out that things were pretty chill between us. He hung out with his girlfriend a lot, and me with my boyfriend, and sometimes we'd all hang out together to drink and play cards. One of those nights, my boyfriend drove his girlfriend home (Dylan said that's safe because we are homos) and we drank another beer in the living room together before calling it quits for the night
I finish getting ready for bed and lie down on my bed, feeling the warm bubbles in my body.
Ah fuck.
I need to do laundry before tomorrow. I work all day and night tomorrow and then we're off to the musical festival in Vegas ... it has to be now. I groan and roll out of bed, feeling my world spin a bit and catching my balance.
I leave the bedroom and open the laundry closet door - it's pretty much right in front of both of our bedrooms. We have a habit of leaving our hampers just outside the closet door. Its not pretty but it sure is convenient.
I open the laundry machine door and start loading in my clothes, humming myself quietly. The festival was gonna be hella fun, and we're all going together. My first festival too so I know it's going be something else.
I hear Dylan's door open behind me and I turn my head to give him a nod.
"Oh shit" He quickly covers his crotch.
I make out just a glimpse of a swing of a trunk before it's covered by blue boxers. My eyes travel up his V line to his abs to his furry chest.
"Scuse brother" He grins me a bit, looking at my shocked expression "had to rub one out. Can't sleep without it. You know when she sits on your lap the whole night but doesn't put out..."
"Uh...huh" My eyes dart back to his hairy defined chest and then down his V line again.
How does he get those lines eating pasta and pizza all week long? I kill myself to look half as good.
My eyes go back up to his face and I realize he's been watching me. He gives me a half smirk down at me and I turn around, pretending to sort my clothes.
swoosh
His boxers land right on top of his hamper basket, on the right of me.
"Night Ry-ry" He calls out. That's what my boyfriend calls me. I turn around quickly to catch a glimpse of his ass before the door closes behind him.
It looked... perky.
I turn around again and continue to load my laundry in, my eyes sneaking glances on the crumpled up blue boxers on top of the pile of laundry.
I stare at it for a second, then I turn around to look at Dylan's bedroom door. His light is still on.
I reach out my hand. No. Too risky. I go back to my laundry.
I mean, I can look. That's not cheating.
Right?
I take a deep breath and reach out for the boxer, unfolding it and looking for the gooey gift.
I bite my lip nervously as my heart races. There it is. Spewed across the front of the boxers. Smeared across the fabric. Most of it had already soaked in, but a couple large white globs remain on the surface.
The smell. Oh my god. The smell
I lean in closer and breathe it in.
The familiar scent of cum sends a surge of pleasure to my cock. I lean in to whiff it again excitedly and my nose accidentally touches the fabric
"Mmm" I moan quietly to myself, smelling his musty boxer scent. He must have been wearing these all day. It smells just like him when he walks past me... but deeper... stronger...
And laced with the scent of cum. Intoxicating man juice.
I stick my hand in my PJ pants and feel up my hard dick.
I look back at his bedroom door again. Still closed. Lights still on.
Don't do it Ryan. Don't cross this line. Think about your boyfriend
But this isn't cheating. It's just...
It's just ....
It's just ....
I stick out my tongue and lick one of the globs of sperm. I sit up, tasting the bitterness on my lips.
Oh my god.
Stop Ryan. Stop.
I lean down and suck up hungrily one of the globs of cum, breaking up the strand with my tongue and feeling it spread over my teeth. I swallow it down, embracing the taste of his fresh cum overwhelming my mouth.
I start jerking off. I can't control myself anymore.
I lower my pants just enough to let my cock free, I take the blue boxers in my right hand and put my cock on top of it, stroking furiously.
CLACK
I snap my head back to see that the light in Dylan's room had turned off. Door still closed. I turn back, and focus on my masturbation.
I can still taste his cum in my mouth. His wonderful manly juice in every corner of my mouth.
I can picture how his biceps must have flexed while he jerked off, his head thrown back as he enjoyed his orgasm, shooting into his old boxers.
His abs would crunch, adding depth to the V line below them.
Ah fuck...
Ah fuck!
I scrunch up my face as I cum silently into his boxers, adding to the dried cum stains on the front.
I wipe my cock off with his boxers and carefully put them back on top of his hamper, trying to fold it and make it look the way it did.
I pull up my pants and turn on the laundry machine, then hurry back into my room and close the door.
That's not cheating.
Right?