My Straight Roommate

Zane stood there for a second and then said, “You were awake. The whole time?”

“Yes,” I replied deciding not to tell him I was the first time he did it. 

“And you pretended to be asleep?”, he said as he appeared to be trying to get his head around what was happening.

“Yes”

“Why? Why didn’t you say something? Why did you just lay there pretending to be asleep?”

“I’m really not sure. I think it was a combination of not wanting to embarrass you and maybe a little bit of not wanting to stop it,” I said. 

“Fuck…you can’t tell anyone about this. No one.”

“I wont, I promise.” 

“I’m not gay.”

“I know.”

“I’m not!”

“I believe you.”

The expression on his face changed, he must have remembered how he realized I was awake or my comment about not wanting to stop him because he asked, “Are you?”

I paused for a second, trying to figure out how to give the abridged version of the answer to that question. “The short answer is no. The long answer is that my sexual preference is…fluid depending on the circumstances and way to complicated to get into right now.”

“Oh.”

“And since you are the only person in my life I’ve ever said that to, I too ask you keep it to yourself.”

“Yeah, I won’t say anything.”

I suddenly realized Zane was still standing in my room, naked. I looked down and from the little amount of light from the moon coming in the window I could see his cock was still hard. It was hotter than I imagined. It was hard to tell in the dark but I estimated it to be close to eight inches and had the most beautiful mushroom head I had ever seen. My eyes slowly moved from his erection, up his body along the treasure trail of hair from his bush, up to the pelt of fur that perfectly covered his well defined pecs, and then our eyes met. We stared at each other for a beat then he stepped up to the edge of the bed and as he did I moved to the edge of and opened my mouth. 

His endowment slid into my mouth with one smooth motion and I immediately started to suck and work his head and shaft with my tongue. As soon as I did, I heard him gasp, “Oh fuck!” and I felt his dick get harder. I continued to bob up and down, sucking and swirling my tongue in circles around the length of his cock. I looked up and Zane’s head was back and he was rubbing chest and stimulating his nipples with his thumb and index finger. 

“Shit, dude!” he moaned, “Fuck that feels good. Keep doing that, fuck.”

Since I never really could master deep throating, I developed ways to use my tongue to make up for it. I must have been doing something right, because most have come back for more and all I heard from Zane was, “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, yeah.”  After a few minutes he said, “Fuck dude, you keep that up you’re gonna make me cum. Fuck this feels so fucking good.” I wanted to taste him. So I intensified my efforts. “FUUUUCK! Oh my God, Marc, I’m close. Oh shit!” I wanted to swallow every drop so kept my mouth on his cock and then reached up and gently grabbed his balls. I started simultaneously playing with them and massaging his taint. He suddenly grabbed my head with both hands and moaned, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum! Here I cum.” I pulled back slightly until I had just his head in my mouth. I continued to suck and move my tongue back and froth along the under side of his head and upper shaft. That must have been just what was needed to put him over the edge because I felt his balls pull up and the head of his cock swell. Zane started to moan, “Oh, oh, fuck, ha, ha aaaah…” and as he let out a low growl of pleasure, his cock erupted with a load of seed that felt like had been stored up for weeks. I had to swallow three times to take it all. I loved how he tasted and I knew right away I wanted more. 

As soon as he spurted out his last drop, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and stood there for a second then turned and went into his room and shut the door. I wasn’t all that surprised, but it still felt a little weird. A minute later, my phone buzzed. I picked it up and it was a text from Zane. It just said, “thanks”. I chuckled to myself then pulled out my hard cock and jerked out a load then went to sleep. 

The next morning, per the usual I didn’t see him. I get up and leave for work before he even gets out of bed. Off and on trough out the day I thought about the night before. I was glad I didn’t have a session that day because my cock was semi hard all day thinking about Zane’s flawless dick, hard body, hairy chest, and the taste of his jizz. I was wondering if the night before was going to be a one time deal or was this something that he wanted to do again. I was open to it, but I needed him to take the lead and set the pace. I thought I’d broach the subject when I got home from work and try and get a feel for where he’s at. 

I got home at my usual time and he was there, he usually beat me home. I walked in and acting as normal as possible I saw him and said, “Hey.” He replied back and then I glanced into the living room and Logan was on the couch watching tv. I had forgotten it was his night with him. I went in my room to change and then stared dinner. There was no tension or weirdness between us so I got the sense he compartmentalized what happened so there wouldn’t be. After dinner while I was cleaning up, Logan was in the other room playing a video game and Zane was at the table looking at something on his phone. As I was picking up the last of the dishes to bring into the kitchen, knowing Logan was out of ear shot, I said, “So, should we talk about last night” Zane looked up at me and said, “Why? What happened last night?” I looked at him for a second while thinking what do you mean ‘what happened last night?’ you ejaculated into my mouth and based on the noises you were making and the gallon you unloaded down my throat, you enjoyed it. “Oh, ah, nothing. I thought there might have been something you needed to talk about. Never mind.” I took the last of the dishes into the kitchen and finished cleaning up and Zane went to get Logan ready for bed. 

I got into bed that night thinking I had the answer to my earlier question. Last night was a one time deal. I was a little disappointed but at least I got to see that beautiful dick and taste the nectar it produced. No big deal, we both got something we wanted and our friendship was still in tact. 

The next week and a half was pretty uneventful, same routine and no mention of what happened that night from either of us. One night it was late and I was still up  reading. I heard Zane’s door open and walked out, I didn’t glance over from my books but I assumed he went across the hall into the bathroom. After a minute I heard him go back into his room and shut the door. Five minutes went by and he came out again, and again, I didn’t look to see where he went. He went back into his room and shut the door. I thought maybe he was just restless or something and put it out of my mind. I finished the chapter I was on and then shut off my lamp and settled into bed. He much have been coming out to check to see how close i was to turning in because the next thing I know, I’m being pulled out of my sleep by someone gently shaking my shoulder and saying my name. “Marc. Marc, you awake?” I opened my eyes and look up. There was Zane, standing there naked with his hard cock pointing at my face. So this is how we’re going to play this, I thought. I was actually okay with it. We would play under the cover of dark, we’d get what we want, and in the light of day, it never happened. I can live with that. I reached over and grabbed his tight muscled butt and pulled him toward me with one arm while propping myself up with the other. I guided his tool into my drooling mouth and began to work out his load. “Fuck man," he moaned, “I could get used to this. This is probably the best head I’ve ever had.” I sucked him good for a few minutes like I had done that first time, but then decided to try another technique I use. I alternated from sucking really fast and intense to really slow and methodical. I could tell by his moaning and how hard he was, he was into it. At one point I combined the two sucking techniques and was going down on him fast and furious. “Holy shit…Marc, I’m about to cum. Fuck keep going. MotherFUCKER that feels good.” I then abruptly stopped and stared sucking him nice and slow. I took his cock out of my mouth and just licked it. Licked up from his balls to the tip of his cock head. Then I stopped. I looked up at him and his eyes had rolled back and his mouth was open but noise was coming out. After a few seconds I heard, “Oooooh FUCK. Fuck that’s fucking amazing. But dude, keep going. Please don’t stop. I need to cum so bad.” My one arm was getting tired to I sat up and told him to get on the bed. He complied and I got between his legs. I stared licking his inner thigh, up to his balls. I took one into my mouth and gently sucked it. I went from one to the other. “Oh yeah, buddy. That feels good. No one’s sucked my balls before, fuck.” I thought about spreading his legs and going for his hole but decided to take baby steps. While I was working my way from his balls the his cock  I reached up and started caressing his body. I got to his pecs and was rubbing his hairy chest and stoping to give his nipple some attention. He bristled a little when I did that, but he didn’t tell me to stop.

I continued to work on his cock, licking and sucking. He was back to moaning and telling me how good it felt when I started to move off of his cock, up his treasure trail, to his chest. I took one of his nipples in my mouth and started working it with my tongue. “Oh, fuck," he moaned, “fuck that’s hot.” I went back and forth between the two for a few minutes then he said, “Go back to my cock. Your mouth is amazing”. I released his nipple and looked at him. He face inches from mine. Fuck he was gorgeous. His lips were so irresistible, I had to have them on mine. I leaned in but he turned his head and said, “No kissing. That’s gay.” I was disappointed, not to mention confused, his dick in my mouth wasn’t gay? Whatever, I got where he was coming from and I probably pushed it to far too early so I went back to his still rock hard cock. After a few minutes my arms were wrapped around his thighs and I was going to town on his cock. I could tell by his moans and his breathing he was close. “Fuck. Marc. I’m close. I’m gonna bust. Fuck, you’re mouth….Oh my God…fuck. I’m cumming. Ha, ha, ha ahhhhhhhhh…fuuuuuuuuk!” and with one final grunt he was filling my mouth full of his warm creamy man juice. 

After his climax subsided, he thanked me (in person this time), got off the bed, went to his room and shut the door. This was how it was going to be. I told myself I was going to take his lead. He needed it to be under the dark over of the night. No mention of it nor discussion of what transpired in the light of day. I was one hundred percent on board with what appeared to be the beginning of an arrangement between us. An arrangement I was really hoping that arrangement would evolve.