Part Four
I woke up to the sound of yelling.
My roommate Erica was standing outside my door, freaking out. Tucker was standing up next to my bed completely naked, his big soft dick hanging between his legs.
"It's not what you think, Erica," Tucker said. "The couch was hurting my back and Riley just offered me somewhere more comfortable to sleep."
"Then why the fuck are you naked?" Erica screamed.
"It was hot."
"Yeah, whatever, Tucker."
She stormed out of the apartment. Tucker looked at me, then started putting his clothes back on.
"Sorry, Riley."
After Tucker left, I didn't see much of him again. Erica told all of our friends that she found him naked in my bed, and in an attempt to save face, Tucker shacked up with a new girlfriend.
And as for me... well, I didn't escape Erica's wrath, either, and I was quickly looking for a new place to live.
I responded to a "Roommate Wanted" ad in the classifieds section of the university newspaper. The guy who emailed me back was named Max. He said that he and his roommate Braxton had a three-bedroom house off campus and were looking for someone to fill the third room. With three roommates, rent was only $400 per person. Max and Braxton were on the football team, so they'd be gone a lot for practices and games and I'd have the run of the place when they weren't home. Seemed like a perfect fit, on paper at least. And I certainly wouldn't mind the eye candy involved with living with two college athletes.
I drove over to the house to meet Max and Braxton. If everything went according to plan, I'd be signing the paperwork afterward so I could officially move in.
Max answered the door. He was a tall, muscular blonde wearing black running shorts and a skin-tight white tank top. My eyes drifted down the length of his body, taking in the sight of his round biceps and the tight abs visible under his shirt, lingering on the large bulge visible in his shorts. His long, well-built legs were covered in a dusting of light blonde hair. There were no shoes on his size 14 feet.
If Max noticed me checking him out, he didn't say anything about it.
"You Riley?" he asked. "Nice to meet you, bro. I'm Max."
"Hi... Max," I stuttered.
"Welcome to our casa. You want to come meet Braxton, too? He's working out in the garage."
I nodded and followed Max inside the house. It was sparsely decorated. A black leather couch stood in the center of the living room and a flat-screen TV hung on the wall. We walked through the kitchen and out the door to the garage, which had been converted into a home gym complete with weight stacks and workout machines.
Braxton was sitting on a bench doing bicep curls. He wasn't wearing a shirt and the first thing I noticed was that his muscles were even bigger than Max's. He was huge. When I finally peeled my eyes away from his massive arms and hairy chest, I saw his ruggedly handsome face hidden behind a black beard, and long black hair pulled back under a baseball cap.
"Yo, Brax. This is Riley," Max said, pointing at me. "The guy who responded to the ad."
"You work out, Riley?" Braxton asked.
"A little," I said. "Clearly not as much as the two of you."
They both laughed.
"We gotta stay in shape for football," Max said.
"I see that," I replied.
"So you got a girlfriend?" Braxton asked. He was still lifting weights, and I think he had caught on to my frequent lustful looks at his exposed, muscular upper body.
"No. Actually, I..." I trailed off, not knowing if I should reveal my sexuality just yet. How would they react? Would they still let me live here if they knew I was gay? Only one way to find out.
"I'm gay," I said.
Braxton and Max exchanged looks.
"Is that going to be a problem?" I asked.
"No, it's not a problem, bro," Max said. "We're cool with it."
I breathed a sigh of relief.
Braxton was grinning at me. "You thought we were homophobes or something?"
"I didn't know what to expect," I said.
"Nah, man. Women loves the gays. And we love women. You can help us get even more ass."
"More ass?" Max asked. "Wonder if that's even possible."
"I bet you guys have a different girl in your bed every night," I said.
"Pretty much," Braxton agreed.
So, it was working out... I was going to be moving in with two gorgeous jocks from the school football team. Maybe I wouldn't get to touch them, but I would certainly get a lot of opportunities to look... Perhaps I'd even hear them through the walls, fucking girls' brains out night after night.
Max gave me the grand tour. The first stop was the shared bathroom. I started getting a little hard thinking about Max and Braxton walking back and forth from the shower in their towels.
Next, Max showed me his bedroom. "This is where the magic happens," he said, as he jumped up on his bed and thrusted his hips in a humping motion. I watched, wide-eyed.
Then, he showed me the empty room which would soon be mine. There was just enough space for my bed, dresser, and desk. There was even a small closet. Not bad for $400.
"It's perfect," I said.
"So you want to move in today?"
That night, Braxton, Max, and I went out to the bars on campus to celebrate our new living arrangement. I was enamored with my new friends and elated to spend some more time with them.
All night long, Max and Braxton couldn't keep the girls away from them. Braxton's joke earlier aside, they clearly didn't need my help in that department. But when they introduced me as their new gay roommate, it really did seem to make the girls fall for them even harder. It's like they were discovering that these buff brutes had a sweet and sensitive side. They were eating it up.
Most of the night, while my roommates were distracted by hordes of flirtatious women, I passed the time surreptitiously studying every inch of the two beautiful men, mentally undressing them, fantasizing about getting fucked by one, then the other, then both at the same time. My mind ran wild with waking wet dreams.
Towards the end of the night, we were all pretty wasted. We shared a cab home with two of the girls who had been flirting with Max and Braxton. I sat in the middle and the two girls were sitting on top of Max and Braxton on either side of me.
I heard a little moan next to me and looked over to discover Braxton had slid his fingers up the girl's skirt. On my other side, Max had started feeling up his drunken partner. He pulled down her top and grasped her ample tits in his hands, fondling her and playing with her nipples.
"Fuck," I whispered. This was so hot. These two masculine gods were getting their rocks off right in front of me, like I wasn't even there. My dick was throbbing in my pants.
I looked back over at Braxton and saw that he was unbuttoning his pants. Holy shit. Was this really happening? I couldn't believe it. I looked in the front seat at the oblivious cab driver, wondering if he would suddenly notice and put a stop to all of this. He just kept driving, humming along to the radio, his eyes on the road. Thank God. I didn't want this moment to end.
Braxton's giant dick plopped out of his shorts rock hard, slapping up against the girl's exposed pussy. He started pushing it in with his hand and it slowly started disappearing inside of her. She started to moan again, loudly, but he clasped his big hand over her mouth to quiet the sound.
I started to touch my own cock through my pants as I watched Braxton fuck the girl in the seat next to me. He looked over at me and gave me a little smirk and a wink, then he starting pounding the girl's pussy even harder. He still held one hand over her mouth, the other up her shirt playing with her tits as she bounced up and down on his cock. I was so turned on by what was happening I could hardly believe it was real life.
Just then, on my other side, I heard Max's girl yelling to roll down the window. Max complied. She stuck her head out the window and suddenly started vomiting all over the side of the car.
"What the fuck?" the cab driver screamed.
Braxton's girl slid off of his dick and scrambled over me to help her friend.
"Are you okay?" she asked, worried. Her friend was too drunk to respond.
The girl decided she needed to take her friend home, so we split ways. The girls took the cab and Max, Braxton, and I walked the rest of the way since we were only a few blocks from home.
"Fuckin' A," Braxton sighed, frustrated. "I was pounding the shit out of that bitch."
"I saw that," I said. I stumbled a bit on the sidewalk, and Braxton reached out to steady me.
"You liked the show, didn't you, Riley?" he asked.
I didn't respond. My growing erection was hidden by the darkness of the night, but I'm sure Braxton interpreted my silence as an affirmative answer.
"Now what are we going to do?" Max asked. "I need to smash some pussy tonight, boys."
"Me too," Braxton agreed. "My cock is still hard."
By now, we were walking back into the house. My new roommates were drunk, horny, and ready to go. I needed to come up with a plan if I wanted to take full advantage of this situation.
"All I know is I'm going to go change out of these uncomfortable clothes," I said. "Why don't y'all do the same? I'll text some of my girlfriends and see if any of them can come over tonight."
The boys agreed and disappeared into their bedrooms to change clothes. I went to my room and started unbuttoning my shirt. My hands were shaking with trepidation and excitement.
I slipped into a t-shirt and some tight, black boxer briefs that fit snugly on my round ass cheeks.
When I emerged back into the living room, Braxton was already there, sitting alone on the couch, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. I admired his large muscles, covered by a pelt of sexy black fur. I could see the imprint of his still-hard cock through the fabric of his underwear.
I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. "Is Max in the shower?" I asked.
"Yeah," Braxton said. "Can you blame him? That bitch was throwing up right on top of him."
I made a disgusted face and Braxton laughed.
"Speaking of bitches," he said. "Any luck?"
"No one has texted me back yet," I lied. Of course, I had never texted anyone in the first place.
I picked up my phone, as if checking for messages, and then purposefully dropped it on the carpet. As I bent down to pick it up, I made sure Braxton had ample opportunity to check out my ass in my tight underwear.
"Fuck, man," Braxton said. "I'm still so horned up. What am I supposed to do about this?"
Braxton pushed his boxers down and his 10-inch erection stood at attention, finally free from its previous constraints.
I sat down on the couch next to him.
"Damn, dude," I said. "That's a big dick."
"Yeah, I get that a lot," Braxton said.
"I'm sure you do. No wonder that chick couldn't stop moaning in the cab, what with that monster inside of her. Jesus, man!"
"Yeah," Braxton agreed, smiling. "That slut loved riding my dick, didn't she?"
"For sure, man." I said. "And she's lucky. Just look at that thing. I'm in awe."
"You're a gay guy... I'm sure you have seen plenty of dicks in your day," Braxton laughed.
"This is the best one I've seen by far."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"You want to touch it?"
"I want to touch it so bad."
Braxton was rubbing his big hands over his bulging muscles, cupping his pecs and fingering his nipples. He reached for my hand and gently moved it to the shaft of his thick penis. I didn't need further instruction or permission from there. I started stroking Braxton's dick, up and down, up and down, trying to fit my palm around the girthy member. Braxton had closed his eyes and was leaning his head back in pleasure.
I moved from beside him on the couch to position myself on my knees in front of this muscle god. My eyes feasted on his flesh as I gingerly lowered my lips over the head of his dick, taking it in my mouth. Braxton let out a sigh, which caused me to stop for a split second to gauge his reaction. When I was assured that he was happy, I began bobbing my head on Braxton's cock, taking as much of it down my throat as I possibly could. He put a hand on the back of my head, pushing me down further.
"Oh my God," Braxton moaned. "Bro, your mouth feels so fucking good."
I didn't respond -- I just kept sucking his dick, licking the shaft, kissing the sensitive head.
"This is the best head I've had in a while," Braxton said. "I can't believe you're a dude."
I took his cock out of my mouth for a moment, looking up at him. "You know," I said. "This doesn't make you gay or anything. When your dick's hard, a hole is a hole, right?"
"Whatever you say, Riley. Now let me bust this nut before Max gets out of the shower."
Braxton picked up the pace. He turned my face into a fuckhole, plowing my mouth with his fat cock. A couple of minutes later, as tears streamed down my reddened face, he grunted and yelped and filled my throat with a steady stream of his warm cum.
"Whore," Braxton said, patting me on the cheek as I swallowed every last drop of his seed.
Licking my lips, I got back up onto the couch next to Braxton just as Max rounded the corner into the room, still dripping wet from the shower, his crotch covered by a small, white towel.
"What's up, boys?"
"Hey, Max," I said.
I was wiping my mouth off and Braxton was pulling up his boxers. I'm sure we were a suspicious sight to behold. A look of comprehension crept across Max's face.
"I see you didn't bring any bitches over while I was gone," Max said, grinning.
"Riley's the bitch," Braxton said. He laughed, and Max joined in.
I looked at Max, still standing in the doorway. He must have been at least 6'7"; he was nearly as tall as the door frame. His boyish blonde hair was darker from being wet. Little beadlets of water glistened on his lean frame. He released the towel from his waist to continue drying himself off, and as he did his long, thick cock flopped back and forth between his legs. My eyes widened and my mouth instinctively opened. Max's member was even bigger than Braxton's. Wow.
"I guess there are benefits to having a cocksucking roommate, right Brax?"
"Bro... This little slut is the ultimate cocksucker. You gotta try this mouth out."
Max dropped the towel to the floor and walked over to the couch, his big dick bobbing with each step. He stood on the side of the couch nearest me and pulled my head toward him. Still on the couch, I got up on all fours to easily take Max's cock into my mouth. He gasped as my wet lips tickled the head of his penis. I took as much of that oversized dick down my throat as I could, and just when I thought I couldn't take any more of it, he started pushing it in even deeper. I could barely breathe, but I didn't want it to stop. I wanted him to keep making me his bitch.
As I started sucking Max off, I felt Braxton's big hands on my ass. He was cupping it and feeling me up. I guess my shorts did the trick, because he was clearly into it. It wasn't long before I felt my boxer briefs being lowered. Braxton leaned over and spit on my hole, and the next thing I knew his huge dick was pushing in between my cheeks, slowly filling my waiting ass.
I couldn't help but moan as these two hulking giants impaled me from both ends, Max fucking my throat and Braxton turning my asshole into his personal pussy. Braxton gripped my waist, slamming me back against him, ramming his cock deeper and deeper inside me.
Max removed his dick from my mouth and momentarily disappeared from view. Meanwhile, Braxton pushed me down into the couch so that I was laying flat on my stomach. Braxton's buff body felt smothering on top of me while we fucked. I grabbed onto his bulging forearms as he continued to pound me from behind. I screamed in ecstasy.
"Fuck me!"
"I'm gonna cum again," Braxton said. He groaned as he emptied his load inside my ass.
As Braxton dismounted me, I felt my feet being grabbed on the other end of the couch, from the area where Max had previously retreated. He flipped me over onto my back and pulled my legs up around his neck. Seconds later, Max's cock was filling the void Braxton's had left behind. My hole was still lubed up with Braxton's load, so Max was able to easily slide inside of me.
Max thrusted deep inside me, punishing my hole. His big dick began to hit my prostate gland as he fucked me, and the pleasure I felt was indescribable. I started masturbating, and within a couple of minutes I had already splattered my load all over my own chest.
"You want my cum, Riley?" Max asked, continuing to ram my ass. His face was close to mine now, his big frame resting on my smaller body, my legs curled around his back, my arms wrapped around his neck, holding on for mercy while he pistoned in and out of me.
"Fill me up, Max," I moaned.
And fill me up he did, giving my greedy hole its second load of the night.
"Fuck," I said, panting for breath. Max was resting on top of me now, his spent member still filling my stretched asshole. I ran my fingers through his hair.
Max removed his dick from me with a plopping sound and I sunk down into the couch. I looked over at my new roommates, who were both standing naked in the middle of the living room, muscles bulging, monster cocks rock hard, satisfied smiles on their faces.
"I'm think I'm going to like living here," I said.