My Roommate's Sex Slave

Parker stood at the mirror with his sweat drenched t-shirt hanging from the back of his shorts. I wanted to rip the thing away from him so I could get a better look at his perfect thick ass, but I'd somehow managed to keep my infatuation for him a secret for the last six months.

"Serious gains" he said, more to himself than me, as he flexed his beefy biceps and snapped a photo.

He was my roommate, and I couldn't have handpicked a better guy for the job. For the most part, Parker spent his free time in the gym, and it was brutally obvious to see. He was rather slender, but every inch of him bulged with muscle. He stood over six foot three, had a thick mop of golden hair, and eyes to die for. On top of his beauty, he was also one of the best college wrestlers in the state.

I watched over my book as my handsome roommate turned back to me. His shorts looked like they'd been painted onto him, and showed every tiny detail, right down to the ridge of his helmet. I did my best to keep my eyes away, but it was impossible. Parker was hung like a stallion, and he was extremely proud of that fact. His cock, even soft, hung down his muscular thigh like a trunk, and I couldn't help but sneak another look.

"Are you checking me out?" He said, and I instantly began to choke on my own spit.

"What?!" I snapped, glaring at him, "no! Of course I'm not checking you out!"

He laughed out and shook his head before walking over to his bed. "I'm fucking with you, bro" he said, and with his back turned, he grabbed his shorts and shoved them down his legs. My eyes widened.

I'd seen him in his underwear countless times, and on each of those times, I became as hard as a rock. I continued to stare as the gleaming white fabric of his tight boxer briefs became visible, and each large meaty cheek filled the garment to breaking point.

"That workout was rough" he told me, "I'm so fucking sweaty".

I was now bulging myself, though my bulge was in the front of my underwear, and was beginning to get damp with excitement as I stared at the beautiful backside of my roommate. Listening to him explain how sweaty he was, did nothing to curb my arousal.

"Even my balls are sweating" he laughed, and without another word, slipped his underwear down his thighs and made me audibly gasp.

Parker turned his head quickly, and once again, caught me looking. I felt my cheeks burn as his sneaky grin returned, and I knew in that moment, that our relationship had changed. He stood up straight, clasped his hands over his junk, and turned his entire body as I frantically scrambled back to my book.

"You know, Connor" he said, slowly approaching my bed as my heart exploded in my chest, "I've been thinking that there was something a little different about you for quite a while now".

I felt the sweat on my forehead as I pretended to read. My eyes scanned the page, but I had no idea what the words were. He was inches from me now, and I could smell the warm musk from him.

"I dunno' what you're talking about" I swallowed, and heard him scoff.

"Oh come on" he breathed, and in my peripheral, I could see his hands slowly move away from his meat. His donkey cock flopped out and hung low.

"Go ahead" he whispered, and I was sure that I was dreaming, "take a nice long look, Connor".

I scoffed now. Of course, I wanted nothing more than to turn my head and take in the beautiful sight of my naked roommate, but how could I? Nobody on the planet knew that I was into guys, least of all the most masculine guy I'd ever met!

"I bet you've been thinking about it" he continued, stroking himself lazily, "fantasising about feeling this big, long cock deep in your tight little asshole".

My mouth was dry. My mind was exploding with ferociously horny thoughts, and my cock was aching beneath my pants. He was almost certainly fucking with me, but even hearing him use those words was bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Connor? You'd like me to stretch that little pussy. You'd like to be my dirty little cum dump. Just admit it, bro. Admit that you're desperate to be my filthy little secret".

I couldn't hold back anymore. I turned my head, almost gasping as I stared directly at his semi-erect rod, and watched as he jerked it. The thing was the width of a beer can, with a huge purple head and dark veins snaking across his thick shaft. He was uncut, and his long foreskin slipped back and forth over the wet helmet, gliding across his pre-cum. Another large bead of the stuff drooled from his cumslit and spilled onto my bed.

"Lick it up, cum pig" he sneered, his eyes; narrow and devious, "go on, you know you want to. Lick up my pre slop, you little perv".

What the fuck was happening?! Parker had never spoken to me like this before. And he'd certainly never acted like this before. I looked up at him, trying to figure out what on earth was going on, and as soon as I did, he burst into laughter.

"Your face, bro!" He said, cracking up as he turned his back and walked toward his own bed, "for a minute there, I actually thought you were into it!"

I lay there, frozen and in shock as Parker strolled naked back toward the bathroom. "Sorry, bro" he continued, still chuckling as he glanced at his nudity in the mirror and flexed again, "I couldn't help it".

With those words, Parker walked into the bathroom and locked the door. A moment later, the shower sounded and I was finally able to breathe. I looked down at my own groin and found a large wet patch where my boner was swelling underneath, and then my eyes moved to the bead of pre-cum on the bed next to me.

Without thinking, I ran my finger over it, collecting Parker's cock fluid on the tip, and sucked it into my mouth. The salty flavours sent sparks through me, and I savoured every second of it as I shoved my hand into my pants and squeezed my soaking prick.

I knew he was fucking with me, but Parker had inadvertently given me everything I had ever wanted, just short of his actual cock! He'd spoken to me the way I dreamed of being spoken to. He called me a cum pig, a perv, a cum dump, his cum dump. He jerked off inches from my face, allowing me to inhale his strong, manly stench deep into my lungs, and now the scent would stay with me for the rest of my life.

I pumped my cock, but I could have left it alone and still exploded with a burning lust for the nineteen year old. He was the definition of a man. He was strong, powerful, handsome, rugged and everything I could have ever imagined him to be. I felt the orgasm build inside me. My balls began to churn, ready to unleash a tsunami of hot, fresh cum all across my stomach, and just as it surged up my cock, the shower turned off and Parker's bare feet splashed across the tiles.

"Fuck!" I hissed, stuffing my twitching tool back into the sticky, wet confines of my underwear.

He opened the door a second later and appeared, still naked and dripping wet. I gave him a nod so as to show him that I hadn't just wanked myself stupid with his pre-cum on my tongue, and he returned the gesture.

"I think I'm gonna go out tonight" he told me, which wasn't unusual given his popularity, "I need to get laid".

Parker was indeed a ladies man. I'd lost count of how many chicks he'd brought back to the dorm, and we were still in our first semester! He gave me the curtesy of letting me know beforehand so I could make myself scarce for an hour, but I always enjoyed the stench of cock and sex in the room on my return.

I kept my eyes on his solid body as he strolled nonchalantly back toward his bed, and wished that he'd fuck with me again, like he had before. I wanted him to fuck with me every day for the rest of my life, because he'd now given me a taster of what it must feel like for the lucky women who had the pleasure of being impaled on his perfect cock.

"Oh, by the way" he said, and sat down on his bed with a smile on his handsome face. I looked over at him, pretending that I hadn't been gawping at him since he'd returned, and cocked a brow.

"I left my phone here when I went for a shower" he told me, pointing to the phone which I could now see had been set down against his lamp, facing me. "I set it to record, just to make sure that we're not hiding any secrets, but I trust you, Con" he chuckled, picking it up as my heart began to explode once more.

"No!" I barked, swinging my legs out of the bed, but freezing in place as I tried to figure out what to do next. He glanced at me with a devious look on his face, and began to play the video.

"Parker, please, bro!" I gasped, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks, "I can explain! I... I..." I had no words to give him. He had tricked me, and now he was going to find out how much of a creep I really was. Fuck!

All I could do was sit there in horror as he cocked a brow, shook his head, grimaced and finally sighed.

"Well fuck" he said, a tone of disappointment to his voice as his eyes returned to me. I lowered my head. There was nothing I could say or do, now that my secret had been revealed. "Looks like I was right about you".

"I... I'm sorry, Parker" I mumbled, "I'll get a room transfer on Monday".

He didn't reply for a moment, and instead, got to his feet.

"No you won't" he told me, and I gawped at him. His cock was rising again, and Parker looked both amazing and intimidating. "In fact, you'll be spending a lot of time in this room from now on, Connor".

He returned to the edge of my bed, with his huge cock bulging next to me. "And you know something? I think I'll stay in tonight".

I couldn't comprehend it. Was Parker suggesting what I thought he was suggesting? I looked from his delicious cock to his beautiful eyes.

"Take off your clothes, cum pig" he hissed, "it's about time you learn your place in here".