Give Up Control

The unfasten-the-seatbelt sign lit up and chimed. Luckily, I was in first-class and the first to exit the plane. I was lucky to get a seat, but dad had to pay more. Mom was upset that I had to leave a day early, but I had to get back to my job. A server went down today, the day before Christmas of all days, and I was the only one who could fix it.

I took an Uber to the office and for the next four-hours tinkered with the server until I finally had it up and humming. I was jet-lagged, my eyes were sore from looking at computer screens all afternoon and I just wanted to get home and sleep. Once again, I took an Uber the short distance to my apartment.

I hoped my roommate wasn’t home so I could chill out. Brock’s family lived a four-drive away so he told me he was leaving today and wouldn’t be back for two days. I haven’t known him very long, just a few months. We are in the same frat. He’s a trust-fund baby so he was the perfect choice to be my roommate and live off campus away from the frat-house. The frat was too loud and obnoxious sometimes and I needed less partying and more studying. His dad wrote his half of the rent check each month and took the stress off of myself to pay the bills. Unlike Brock, I am a full-time student and have a part-time job to help pay for tuition and rent. I was lucky to get this job rather than an internship. I’m sort of a tech-geek. It pays well and I’ll get to work there full-time after graduation.

Like I said, I didn’t know Brock all that well. He likes to party, but he usually does it away from the apartment. The weekends are fair game, however. It’s my time to play too so It works out for both of us. The main thing annoying about Brock is that he is an entitled asshole most of the time. He’s spoiled and arrogant and likes to talk about himself too much. On top of having money and attitude, he’s extremely good-looking. He’s tall, broad, jacked, athletic and handsome. Handsome in a boy-next-door, football jock kind of way. He likes to wear a ball cap most of the time, which is a shame because it hides his thick, wavy black hair but the cap just makes him more attractive. There is something about a built guy in a ball cap. His square jaw, dimpled chin and glowing green eyes are just more reasons to hate the guy. He wears his jeans a little too tight but with an ass like he has, who would care. His shirts don’t leave much to the imagination either but when you look like he does, again, who would care.

As you can probably tell, I think I’m bisexual. I date girls but there have been the occasional drunken night with some curious frat boy so I’m not stranger to fucking around with dudes. So, of course, there was something that caught my eye about Brock, probably the killer body and bad boy attitude. I found it attractive and I like that he’s a no-bullshitter. He’s blunt and forthright, pulls no punches. I found myself looking at him, watching him, the way he moves, the way he carries himself. His confidence attracts and even though he can be a dick, deep down, he’s not so bad. And he is a great workout partner. He’s a type-A control freak so his discipline in the gym is unwavering. He’s motivating because he says I have good genes and I already have a good base to start from. He’s good about complimenting me on my changing body. The gains I’ve made since he moved in are night and day. I was always in good shape, but he knows a lot about bulking up and leaning out. I want to look like him. I will never have his six-foot-six height, I’m stuck at five-eleven, but I can achieve everything else.

Also, Brock is a man-whore. The amount of pussy that guy pulls in is unimaginable. A different girl on any given night. Sounds of sex emanating from his room is unwelcome when I’ve come home from a full day at school and an evening at work. I don’t complain about it. His dad pays the utilities so the least I can do is let him dip his wick whenever he wants. He pays for my supplements and we never want for food and good beer. And the other silver-lining is it is kind of hot to hear the sounds he makes when he’s fucking some rando girl. The girl’s moaning is hot, but I like to hear his fuck-talk, his deep voice, cocky and forceful. I don’t know, I guess a part of me wouldn’t mind getting in on that action. He’s open minded, who knows, maybe I can get a little something, something from him. Wishful thinking. For now, I’ll settle for his sloppy seconds. Sometimes, he’ll send her my way. My room IS next door. He’s generous that way. That way I get laid too.

I was surprised to see his BMW parked in front of the building. I guess he hadn’t left yet. The fact his car was parked along the street was odd. Then I saw a sweet F-350 parked in his spot. He must have been pissed. I’m sure he called the towing service. I’m sure I’ll hear about it when I get inside. Damn it. I wanted peace and quiet tonight.

Sure enough, I walked in, set my suitcase down and heard the unmistakable sounds of fucking coming from his bedroom. I rolled my eyes and sighed. In his defense, I am supposed to be out of town for the next couple of days. I can’t fault him for getting some pussy before he leaves town. Like I said, he’s a verbal guy when he fucks. The fuck talk that comes out of his mouth during sex is legendary. Slut shaming, degrading names and demands of compliments on his dick is the norm. I laughed sometimes; other times just made me horny.

I’m just going to go to my room, close my door, put in the my AirPods and sleep. Brock’s deep voice echoed out his open bedroom door. It was just his voice, no female voice moaning this time which is odd. I heard his voice again but then his voice changed. It was less deep. Jesus, is he having a three-way with another dude? It sounded like another guy was in there. A Devil’s Triangle would be a new one I hadn’t thought he would be involved in. But it wouldn’t be the first time he had more than one other person in his room so not surprising. I’m just going to quietly shut his door and then go to bed.

I crept to his room, reached my arm inside to grab the doorknob then I froze. I froze like a statue, my eyes wide, my jaw fell to the floor. There was Brock, bouncing up and down on some dude’s cock. His muscular back facing me, flexing, sweaty. His boulder-like shoulders tensed, his head thrown back as he moaned. His triceps flexed as he held his arms out to the sides like he was trying to keep his balance on a tight rope. He bounced his muscular ass on the man’s cock with an aggressive slamming, the smacking sound of skin on skin, his ass to the dude’s groin. The man below him ran his hands up and down Brock’s carved out abs and his thick chest while he growled with approval. The hands made their way up to Brock’s thick neck, latched on and yanked his head down where they met in a heated kiss.

That’s when I flinched. I just witnessed Brock kissing another guy. He kissed another guy while that guy was fucking him. I was in shock, speechless but mesmerized. My mouth dried and my stomach flipped. Most of all, my dick was hard. Seeing this man, this masculine, straight, lady’s man riding a cock and loving every second of it was exhilarating. Never in a million years did I imagine I would see this sight. If I had imagined it, it would be Brock railing another guy, not the other way around. Or Brock nailing me. I’ve never bottomed but for him, I would.

Another moan from Brock broke me out of my fantasy. I listened to his deep voice groan and verbalize how much he loved the dude’s cock in his ass. Brock’s arms moved up and he put his hands behind his head and held the pose as he continued to bounce on the fat cock. The man’s hands roamed over Brock’s powerful quads.

“Yeah, you like that, straight boy? Like my big cock inside your gut?” the other guy asked in a heavy breath.

“Fuck yes!” Brock said in a breathy voice.

“Hot fucking ass!” the guy hissed.

“Fuck me on my back, bro. Fuck me on my back,” Brock demanded with excitement in his voice as he scrambled off the cock and flopped down on his back. His legs flew up and he grabbed the back of his knees and pulled his legs up into the air. The dude was a blur as he appeared between Brock’s upturned muscular legs, took hold of Brock’s ankles and plunged into the tight hole below him. Brock yelped and then let out a loud sigh as the fucker sunk down to the root.

“Spread’em, dude,” the guy commanded.

Brock hesitated. His eyes were conflicted. The guy gripped Brock’s ankles and tried to spread out his legs farther. Brock’s expression was one of defiance. He did not want to be in a position where he was being fucked like a woman. To him, it was degrading. Degrading women was something he was guilty of from time to time.

“Come on, spread’em out. All the way, straight boy, like a bitch,” he instructed until Brock gave in and the man had Brock wide open like a wishbone. I had no idea Brock was this flexible. His legs out to the side, his quads and knee floating inches about the mattress. The guy pressing his hands down against Brock’s hamstrings, holding him in place and then he began his onslaught.

That was when I got to take in the beauty of the stud who was balls deep inside my roommate. Dude was muscular, more than Brock. A few years older, maybe. He had a very short haircut; military high and tight. His muscular ass flexed with every thrust into Brock’s ass. His triceps bulged as he pressed down on Brock’s legs. He was ripped, his back resembled a relief map of a mountain range. Muscles popping and flexing. Two deep dimples on his lower back. He had a sexy sleeve tattoo on his left arm.

Brock’s feet were bobbing around in the air from the force of the thrusts. His voice breaking with each grunt and yelp when he felt the cock inside him slam deep inside. His hands brought the man above him down to meet his own lips and he devoured the other man’s mouth. Muffled moans and words were incomprehensible.

Brock pushed the man’s face away, his eyes rolled back in his head. “Fuck me! Get it, dude! Get that ass!” Brock growled.

“Yeah, bro. Tell me how much you love this dick,” the guy grinned, egging Brock on.

“I fucking love your dick!” Brock said through gritted teeth. His face became stern and serious. He reached up and grabbed the man’s jaw in his big hand and pulled his face down to his, eye to eye. “I’m your bitch. You fucking hear me? Your bitch!” Brock brought his forehead up to the guy’s forehead. Spit flying from his clenched teeth. “Deeper! Come on! Don’t be a pussy! You can’t break me!”

“Fuck you! I’m no pussy, straight boy!” the guy said as he picked up his pace and ground in deep.

I stood and watched as this show went on for another fifteen-minutes. Brock was getting reamed from all angles. I stroked my cock through my jeans. I wanted to yank it out right there and jack it, but I was scared. I didn’t want to get caught perving on my not-so-straight roommate getting his ass handed to him by this incredibly hot guy. The man fucked him with gusto. He fucked Brock like it was the last time he was ever going to fuck anyone ever. His arms flexed as they pulled Brock’s legs up and placed them on his shoulders and pressed forward bending Brock’s knees to his ears. The guy’s right bicep had an anchor/globe tattoo, he was a marine. That explains the haircut and the insane body.

“Three months stuck on a boat with a bunch of squids…” the marine snarled as he corkscrewed his groin down into the tight hole and punched.

“OHHHHH!” Brock moaned. “FUUCCKKK!”

“Finally get a chance to get some pussy…” the marine thrust down hard again and bit his lip with a grunt.

Brock cried out again. “Dude! Holy fucking shit!”

“I scored it on the first day. Ain’t so straight right now, are ya pussy boy?”

Brock’s face strained as he tried to breath with his legs thrust over his head. “Get what you came here for. Take it. It’s yours, bro. Take it,” Brock begged, his voice raspy and his breaths labored.

“You’re ass is mine. Put a baby in you before I’m done.”

Brock’s eyes focused on the marine’s eyes, the eye contact electrifying. The marine’s sweat dripped off his forehead and onto Brock’s face.

Brock gasped loudly as if a new pleasure point had been breached. “Yes! Please! Breed that ass, fucker!”

“Yeah? You want my boys swimming in your gut, pretty boy?”

The marine hammered away again and again. He kissed Brock and then gave him a light smack on his face.

“Look at you. Fucking slut giving up his sloppy pussy for devil dog cock.”

Brock bellowed out another loud moan. “Oh my god, you’re going to make me cum!”

“Not before I do, nasty cum hole.”

The marine slammed in one more time, ground his dick in hard and howled as he released what must have been buckets of pent up cum into Brock’s quivering hole. The marine’s ass flexing, cheeks squeezed as he pushed out as much jizz as he could.

Not soon after, Brock howled and shot load after load on his chest, in his hair, on his face. The marine collapsed on top of Brock after he released Brock’s legs from his shoulders. Brock wrapped his legs around the marine’s waist, heels digging into the small of the dominate man’s lower back, pulling him in tight. He wanted to keep him there.

They were both out of breath, sweaty, the sounds of gentle kisses heard from across the room.

“Dude,” the marine said, “you’re fucking slutty, bro! I wrecked your hole, bro.”

Brock chuckled. “Yeah, I don’t know what the fuck got into me.”

“I got into you, bro!” the marine laughed.

Brock laughed as the two muscled studs fist bumped. Two dudes who just bro’d it up with a fist bump after fucking, that’s a new one. I guess if two presumed straight dudes are going to fuck, that’s the proper way to celebrate after.

“I knew you’d be a hot fuck when I saw you at the gym,” the marine bragged.

“You did, huh?” Brock questioned almost insulted that anyone would even think he’d be into dudes.

“Don’t worry, stud. You don’t come off homo. I just got a sixth sense for these things. You put up a good front, but I can just tell when a straight dude wants to take a swing on some marine cock. It’s hero worship. You’re a hot dude. I knew you couldn’t say no to me. I knew I’d have you taking my cock. You’re a sure thing.” The marine gave Brock a little pat on the cheek. “Should have seen your face when I told you I was going to fuck you. Priceless.”

Brock ran his fingers through his sweaty hair. He took a deep breath and then pushed it out in exhaustion. Brock was taken by surprise by the straightforward, boldness of the built marine. He knew he wanted to get that stud’s cock in his ass, but he also didn’t want to get hit. If he was wrong, he was sure this guy could take him down. Thankfully, the marine took charge and did the hard work for him.

Brock suddenly became concerned with what this fucker thought of him. “Dude, I just want you to know I don’t do this all the time.”

The marine chuckled. “Ok,” he mocked. “Sure, you don’t”

“No, really. I don’t,” Brock replied quickly.

“Dude, I don’t give a shit. You do you.”

“I just don’t want you to think I make a habit of picking up guys and then letting them fuck me.”

The marine gave him a cocky sneer. “Dude, I said I don’t fucking care. I DO go around picking up hot guys and fucking them. As long as my wife doesn’t find out, I’m good. I don’t need to know about your homo issues. I just want to fuck.”

“I know. This is relatively new for me.” Brock said with uncertainty. “I don’t know. You think I’m bi?”

I had never heard Brock sound so insecure. He usually seems to confident, cocky, sure of himself. He has a big ego and loves to talk about himself. This was all so strange to hear.

The marine rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in frustration. “Fuck. I can see you’re not going to drop this. Ok, look at me. I fuck men and women. Who gives a shit? It’s not about the gender, bro. I’m all about chemistry, guy or girl.”

“Sure.” Brock didn’t know if he believed him. When they met at the gym, he did feel a connection, mutual admiration. A testosterone fueled chemistry. The same feeling he had with the other guys who’ve fucked him. Maybe it was all about chemistry and not the gender.

“It doesn’t explain why I like to get fucked,” Brock reflected out loud.

“Dude, you’re an alpha. You’re used to being in charge all the time. Sometimes, you want to lose control and let someone else take charge. You give that power away when you’re getting boned. It’s not uncommon. Fuck, I’m not complaining,” he said with a small punch to Brock’s shoulder.

Brock smiled, “I do love getting pounded by guys like us.”

“You want to go again?” the marine asked.

Brock smiled. ‘No, dude. I have to get going. Heading up to my parents for the holiday.”

“Come on, bro. One more. One for the road.”

“Nah, man. I can’t. I’m already late.” Brock lamented.

The marine kissed him. “Damn. I really want to paint your ass walls again, bro.”

“Hey…so…you want to fuck me when I get back?” Brock asked with hesitation.

“Fuck yeah I do. I’m in town for two weeks. I can wait a day or two. I can just hit up some pussy while you’re gone. Chics love a man in uniform,” the marine bragged.

“I think I agree. Well, THIS man in uniform,” Brock said with a smack on the marine’s chest.

They made out for a few minutes before the marine gathered his uniform, dressed and started to leave. I had snuck into my room but listened with the door ajar.

“Hey. What’s your name?” Brock asked.

“Shit. I guess we never got that far. It’s Mack.”

“I’m Brock,” he said with another fist bump. I love the “after fuck bromance” these two were into.

“Cool. Well, Brock, I’ll see you when you get back.”

“Yeah, you will.”

Mack closed the door. I stayed hidden.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Brock repeated with his face in his hands. “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

He stood there for a second rubbing the back of his neck, a grimace on his face. He seemed to be in conflict. Maybe he didn’t do this all the time? It wasn’t his first time that’s for sure.

I remained hidden in my room while Brock showered and left for the night. I undressed and lay down on my bed. What I had just seen couldn’t be unseen. What has happened to my roommate? I couldn’t get the sounds of his moaning out of me head or the hot marine plowing away at his ass. My cock was rock hard, so hard it hurt. I thought about Brock with that cock up his ass and I shot within seconds. I didn’t get soft. The image stayed locked in my brain. In a few minutes, I shot off again. I shot four more times before going to sleep that night.