Thank you for checking out my story. The story below involves sex between two consensual adult men. If that offends you, why are you here? Of course, all the usual legal stuff applies - if you're too young to be reading this or if you live somewhere that says reading this is against the law, don't do it. Or if you DO, don't get caught. Hehehe. The story below may or may not be true but for the sake of the people involved, names have been changed. Enjoy!
My Roommate's Boyfriend
Karen had been living with my roommate and I for a few weeks before I had the privilege of meeting her boyfriend, Gary. Gary was a tall, very built Italian that demanded the attention of everyone in the room just because of his incredible good looks. When I say he was built, I don't mean that he was so built that you could see every vein - he falls into that "just right" category. Every part of his body was nicely toned without being overdone. His dark black hair was shaved down to about 1/4" in length and his smile was infectious. His dark brown eyes are the windows to his soul and you can feel the intensity of his very essence just by looking into them. Needless to say, I was in love.
Karen was very good friends with my other roommate, Stacey, before she moved in with us and I was just getting to know her. Even still, I felt guilty drooling over her man and tried to contain myself as much as possible. The thing that made it most difficult was that Gary seemed to like the attention I would give him and after awhile he even started teasing me just to get some of that attention. We had a very playful relationship and everything seemed perfect.
Gary was constantly walking around the house half-naked. He would even deliberately stop by my room on the way back to Karen's room after a long hot shower. He would make every effort to spark a conversation and my eyes couldn't help but study his incredible physique as he stood in my doorway in nothing but a towel. There's just something about having a guy that you're already attracted to dripping wet in your doorway that doesn't make it easy to control yourself. And yet...I did.
I had finally resolved myself to the fact that Gary was just nice to look at and that I would never have a chance with him when one night changed everything.
Gary, Karen, Stacey and I had decided that we were all going to go out to a bar. (Isn't that always how it starts?) We arrived at Gary's favorite Irish bar at around 10 o'clock and immediately started with the alcohol. Gary's drink of choice were Irish Car Bombs, the girls stuck with light and fruity mixed drinks, and I was downing one rum and coke after another. Stacey stopped drinking at around midnight since she knew we would need a designated driver - the rest of us continued. Finally, at 2 o'clock we decided that it was time to get going. Stacey was getting tired and wasn't having nearly as much fun as the rest of us so we agreed (in our drunken stupor) that perhaps it was time to head home.
The drive home was about 30 minutes and after about 10, my bladder felt like it was going to explode. I asked Stacey to pull over so I could piss and Gary said he needed to go too. Stacey pulled off the next exit and into a nearby parking lot. She pulled to the far end of the parking lot and Gary and I flew out of the car.
There really wasn't any place for us to relieve ourselves that wasn't out in the open so we decided that we'd be brave and piss on the flagpole. (Hey, we were drunk - leave us alone!) I walked right up to the pole, unzipped my fly and started to pee. Gary had decided that instead of standing next to me, he would stand on the other side of the flagpole - facing me. As far as I knew, most straight guys wouldn't stand in a position that would give a gay guy a full frontal view but I wasn't about to argue. I was too drunk to care about etiquette and as soon as he unzipped his fly and pulled his dick out, I had to get a look.
Not only was Gary well built but he was also very well endowed. The man was completely soft and his cock had to be at least 5 inches. It wasn't just the size that I was in awe over but the proportions. He had a big, beautiful head that just begged to be licked. Had Karen and Stacey not been sitting in the car, I probably would have given into the urge to get on my knees and worship him --- but, they were and I didn't. Instead, I quickly put myself back together before I started to get hard and took one final glance at Gary before turning back towards the car. When I did, I noticed that Gary saw me looking and was smiling. I dismissed it as Gary being a big tease and went back to the car. I spent the rest of the ride home trying to get my mind away from the vision of Gary's huge dick. I knew that thoughts like that would only get me in trouble.
By the time we got home I had been thinking about the vision I had seen for about 15 minutes and was having a hard time concealing the erection in my pants. I dashed into the house as quickly as I could, announced that I was tired and went straight to my room.
I was so horny. All I could think of was how much I wanted to suck Gary's massive prick. To slide his mushroom head past my moist lips and feel the entire shaft plunging in and out of my throat. I couldn't stop the thoughts and before I knew it, I was laying on my bed naked. I decided I was just going to close my eyes and conjure up the best fantasy I could while stroking myself. I had my 7" cock in my hand and just kept imagining how good it would feel if it were Gary's cook instead of my own.
I could feel a huge load of cum building up in my balls but I didn't want this feeling to end. My fantasy was becoming more and more vivid and I couldn't wait to see what my mind would conjure up next. I was imagining everything I could possibly do to him - and I do mean everything. I imagined that we were lying on my bed blowing each other. I imagined that his wonderfully tight ass was right on my face and I was rimming him until he begged for me to fuck him. I imagined that he was pinning me to the bed and fucking my ass with reckless abandon. But my imagination was interrupted suddenly by a knock at the door.
I panicked and quickly threw myself underneath my blankets. The soft knock came again.
"Who is it," I asked.
"It's Gary. I can't sleep and Karen's out cold. Can I come in?"
"Uhhhhm. Yeah. I guess."
And with that, the door swung open. As the door opened I could see the light from outside dance off his body. All he was wearing was a pair of white cotton boxers. My already hard cock seemed to get even harder at the sight of the moonlight on his perfect chest.
He sat down on the edge of my bed and started to make jokes about some of the silly things that we had both said during the night. My mind couldn't stay focused on the conversation and my eyes continued to wander to his boxers. I noticed that I could see the outline of his dick and it seemed to be even larger than I remembered it. That's when I realized that he had an erection too.
"So, Karen left you with a little problem I see," I boldly said.
Gary seemed to get a little embarrassed for a second and then, without warning, he lunged himself further up on my bed so that he was lying right next to me.
He brought his mouth up to my ear and whispered, "I know you think I'm hot. Truth is, I think you're pretty sexy yourself. I'm not gay or anything but I really want you. If you want me to back off just say so. I'll totally understand."
I started to ask about Karen but before I could finish my sentence he had flipped me over onto my stomach, crawled under the blankets with me and was now laying on top of my naked body. He had reached his right arm over my shoulder and had put his hand over my mouth to stop me from asking any more questions. I felt so dominated and was getting even more turned on.
He started to slide his body around on top of mine and I could feel his massive cock sliding in between the cheeks of my ass through his boxers. He let out a low moan, removed his hand from my mouth and started kissing my neck. I was in heaven.
"Tell me what you want me to do to you," he whispered.
"I want you to take control. I want you to use my as your personal slave." I couldn't believe I said it. The words just spilled out of my mouth and I was left wondering where they had come from.
"I can do that."
And with that he slid off of me and laid back down next to me on his back. He lifted his ass off my bed just enough to slide his boxers down and give me a perfect view of his fully erect penis. He had to be between 9 and 10 inches. I had never seen a cock that big in real life (only in some of my porno videos). I don't care what anyone says, they're a rare find.
Gary told me to roll over and pull the blankets down so he could see my cock. I was a little self-conscious because I knew that he was bigger than I was but I did what I was told. Gary rewarded my obedience by reaching down and wrapping his strong hand around my dick. He started stroking himself with his right hand and me with his left. He had a tight grip but his strokes were so slow and felt so good. After a few minutes of getting a good feel for my meat, he put himself back on top of me and straddled my chest. His cock was now only inches away from my mouth.
"I'm gonna feed this to you now and I want you to take all of it like a good boy. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I said (half moaning).
"Yes what?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good boy."
He slid his ass a little further up my chest so that the head of his cock was now resting gently on my lips. I slowly parted my lips with my tongue and allowed the tip of my tongue to make contact with his cock. The minute I felt his cock against my tongue I had to open my mouth and allow it to slide in. I decided I would try to mimic Gary's handgrip with my mouth and I wrapped my lips around him as tightly as I could. Then, just as slowly as he had stroked me, I took his hard member into my throat inch by inch. It must have taken me a full minute to reach the base of his penis with the pace I was using. I was literally savoring every centimeter of his beautiful manhood.
Once I felt my nose resting against his stomach and his cock buried in my throat, I let out a very long moan and could feel his dick spasm from the vibrations. Suddenly, I felt him pulling his dick out of my mouth. Had I done something wrong?
"Did I say you could moan?" he asked.
"No."
"No what?"
"No, sir."
"And what do you think your punishment should be?"
"I don't know, sir."
"Well, I've got a few ideas. Don't move."
He got up and walked over to my closet. He slid the door open and pulled four ties off my tie rack. He proceeded to tie each one of my limbs to a bedpost. When he was done, he stood back and looked quite proud of his work.
"Now what are you going to do," he asked.
I didn't have an answer.
Gary fell back down onto the bed and positioned himself so that he was right in between my legs. My cock was now only inches away from his face. He made sure I was looking at him and then slowly licked his lips. He brought his hand to my cock and wrapped it around my shaft. He began to stroke me again - only this time his grip was incredibly loose. I hadn't realized how soft his hands were. I closed my eyes and just allowed myself to take in all the sensations he was sending through my body. Just as I was adjusting to the light touches, I felt his warm mouth wrap around my head.
His mouth was filled with saliva and it was starting to drip down my cock. I could feel him slowly plunging my head in and out of his mouth while he worked the saliva into my stiff prick. He was a natural cocksucker. If I hadn't known better, I would've sworn that he had done it before. His mouth felt like velvet and every stroke was better than the last. Again, I let out a long, low moan and again, he stopped.
"What did I tell you about moaning," he asked.
"Not to do it, sir."
"You don't listen very well do you?"
"No, sir."
"Well, at least when you had something in your mouth, your moaning was a lot quieter."
And with that, he turned himself around so that we were in a perfect 69 position. He slid his cock as far down my throat as he could get it before lying down on top of me and getting back to working on mine. I didn't have to move at all. He was slowly fucking my throat while sucking my cock.
He started to develop a really good rhythm between fucking my face and sucking my cock. And the rhythm was getting faster and faster. I couldn't hold on any longer. I could feel my balls tightening and I know that Gary could too because he had started moaning and stroking me faster and faster.
Gary pulled out of my mouth and repositioned himself so that he was back between my legs. He returned immediately to his quick pace and my first load of cum let loose into the back of his throat. Gary pulled my dick out of his mouth and the second shot hit him right on the lips. He continued stroking me and before long, his face and chest were covered. My orgasm seemed to last forever and by the looks of Gary's body, it had been a huge load.
Gary rubbed the cum into his body and then brought himself back up and straddled my face. He untied my hands and told me that he expected the same treatment. I promised him that he wouldn't be disappointed and put his cock back in my mouth where we both wanted it to be. I wrapped my hand around his hard shaft and he instantly started fucking my face. He was fucking me faster than I thought possible and if I had moved my hand or head at all, I only would've thrown off the incredible rhythm he had built up.
Within two minutes I could feel the load building and was moaning in anticipation. Gary pulled his cock out of my mouth and started stroking himself for all he was worth. And then it happened. I was being showered in Gary's cum. His orgasm seemed just as long and just as intense as mine had been. The cum was covering my face, dripping into my hair and down my neck. It isn't normally my style but I was so turned on.
When he was finished he leaned down, started licking my face and kissing me. We were both covered but I had never felt better. Gary smiled at me and suggested we hop in the shower...
Wanna know what happens in the shower? Drop me a line and let me know what you thought of this story and if I get a good response, I'll write chapter 2. ehlrich@hotmail.com