Rooking the Roommate

The walls of the apartment were so thin that Brian and Richard could tell exactly when Mike started fucking his latest bimbo. They were sitting in the living room and they could hear the bedframe on the other side of the wall start squeaking and the blonde start moaning. This one was more verbal than most and they could make out phrases like “yes yes yes,” “that big cock,” and “good in my pussy.”

Once this part of their college roommate’s festivities began, Brian and Richard knew they had at least twenty minutes, thirty if Mike had been drinking and needed a little more time to get off. It was Brian’s turn to provide service, so he got on his knees between Richard’s legs and unzipped his buddy’s shorts, yanking them down along with his tighty-whities and freeing his boner. Richard was pretty cute. He had a few acne scars and kind of a big nose, but his straight brown hair always seemed to fall just right and his ready smile and twinkling hazel eyes gave him a kind of goofy appeal.

He also had a pretty nice dick, long enough to be a mouthful but not so thick it was hard to take down your throat or up your ass. He was also uncut, which was pretty unusual for a Midwestern white guy in 1989. Until he started playing around with Richard, Brian had never experienced a dick that came equipped with a hood and he found it fascinating. Richard’s parents were quasi-hippies and apparently believed in keeping everything natural. 

Brian circled Richard’s cock head with his tongue, tasting his musk and gently stretching the foreskin. Then he swallowed the rest of the shaft and buried his nose in his roomie’s thick brown bush. In the next room, Mike was picking up the pace; his headboard was slamming the wall while the slut-du-jour was moaning, demanding that he “fuck me hard with that big dick.” Brian worked up and down Richard’s penis, jerking the base with his right hand while he sucked the upper half. He tried to match the rhythm of the banging against the wall, following the pattern of Mike’s rutting on the other side. He ran his free hand up along Richard’s side to his armpit, then back down his lean belly to his tight little navel. 

After a few minutes of oral, Richard began to shift and Brian knew it was time to switch positions. He stood up and dropped his own shorts and underwear. Brian was a little shorter than Richard’s five foot-ten frame and he had had black hair with a slight wave. His skin was pretty pale and he had very little body hair; just a dusting of wispy black strands in his pits and a small patch above the base of his cock. His dick was shorter than Richard’s but had more girth; his cut meat was nearly as thick as it was long, with a fleshy mushroom head.

Brian got down on his hands and knees next to the coffee table and pointed his asshole at Richard, who duck-walked the few steps over to him, his shorts and underwear still around his ankles. He knelt behind Brian and spit down onto his own dick. He worked a few globs of the lube up and down his head and shaft, then pressed against Brian’s pucker. He slid in fairly easily, as Brian was used to taking him. He began to move his hips back and forth, watching his shaft disappear into Brian’s rump hole, then reappear, stretching out the anus. Brian had a nice plump bubble butt and Richard liked to squeeze and stroke the cheeks while he was fucking it. He loved the feeling of the friction of Brian’s hole against his bare dick. Of course, there were signs and posters all over campus warning the students of the dangers of AIDS, which was raging at colleges around the country. But the two of them always gloved up on the occasions they played with other guys, so they felt confident about barebacking each other safely.

They alternated sucking and bottoming for each other each time Mike brought a new conquest to their off-campus three-bedroom place. A few days ago, he’d come home with some bosomy redhead and they’d headed straight for his room. Richard and Brian had been in the kitchen putting up dishes, but as soon as Mike’s door had closed, Richard had swallowed Brian’s meat. Then he had braced himself against the sink while Brian had pounded his slender ass. If he was being honest, Richard preferred topping. He was loving the building sensation in his cock as Brian’s soft, warm colon surrounded it. And frankly, Brian’s cock was so thick it kind of hurt going in. Richard also suspected that Brian enjoyed being the bottom. He always stayed hard and stroked himself while Richard was fucking him, while Richard tended to lose his erection when he was being plowed.

The sounds from Mike’s bedroom reached a crescendo as the blonde screamed out her ecstasy with cries of, “Fuck! Fuck! Goddamn huge fucking cock!” and the like. Richard picked up his pace and held onto Brian’s hips for leverage as he rode the wave of his orgasm, emptying his balls into Brian’s guts. He let out a soft little moan as he finished. They always tried to be quiet, though they probably could have set off a pipe bomb and Mike and his guests would have never noticed. 

The two of them got their pants and shorts back up and flipped on the TV. They figured it would be a few minutes before Mike came out. He was a raunchy motherfucker with no filter and he had once told them he liked to do some creampie eating after fucking, licking his cum out of a girl’s pussy. He called it his “protein shake”. 

Mike was a typical big lug. He was plenty friendly and easy to talk to, but still totally self-centered. It never occurred to him that Brian and Richard never brought girls home or went out on dates. They both acted straight when the three of them were sitting around talking and drinking and it never crossed Mike’s mind to wonder about anything other than himself and his own pleasure. All he did was drink and fuck, but he still had a tight body and flat stomach. One day his metabolism would catch up to him, but so far there was no sign of it. Brian and Richard were both waiting for him to flunk out of school since he almost never went to class, but somehow he always managed to do just enough to skate by. They had become roommates pretty much by chance when Brian and Richard had gone to the apartment complex leasing office to inquire about renting. Mike had been there at the same time and the manager told them only three-bedroom units were available. Brian and Richard had been fuck buddies for a few months in the dorms, but they were going to be juniors and they’d wanted to move off-campus. Mike invited them out for a get-to-know-you beer blast and they’d gotten blind drunk, laughed a lot, and decided to room together. Such is college.

It didn’t take long for Mike’s revolving door of girls to start spinning. The first week they’d moved in, four young women had passed through, including two in one afternoon. Brian and Richard had started joking between themselves that somewhere on campus he must have a CD – Cunt Dispenser. They were all of a type – giggly, cute, big tits, probably not on scholarship. They were attending a huge state school with a big student population, so the supply was plentiful. It hadn’t taken long for Brian and Richard to start the pattern of getting off with each other while Mike was otherwise occupied. It worked for everyone. 

A few minutes after Brian and Richard had gotten redressed, Mike’s bedroom door opened and he and the girl came out. She had on short-shorts and a sweatshirt with the neck ripped, exposing one shoulder. She was carrying her sandals and she gave Brian and Richard and finger-wave as she tiptoed across the living room and out the door to the parking lot. It would have been a Walk of Shame if she’d had any. 

Mike stood in the hallway, wearing only light blue bikini briefs. Just one look at him and anyone could understand how he scored such easy sex. He was six foot-two with thick dark brown hair shot through with natural highlights. His shoulders were broad and his arms sturdy. He had some hair down the middle of his manly chest and belly. But the main feature was the obscene bulge in his tiny underwear. His massive cock and hefty balls stretched the fabric to the point that the elastic was tugged down away from his waist in the front, exposing a thick tuft of brown pubic hair.

He looked over at Brian and Richard and gave them a bro-nod. “What’s up, fuckers?” he asked, then turned and went back into his room. One of his ass cheeks was hanging half out of the briefs and he scratched his meaty rump and he closed the door.

* * * * *

A few days later, Brian and Richard were sitting on the couch drinking beers and jerking off while they watched Quantum Leap. Scott Bakula in a pair of tight jeans was enough to get both of them worked up. Mike had gone off drinking with some buddies and would probably be out most of the night.

“Hey man,” said Brian suddenly. “You ever think about Mike when you’re whacking off?”

Richard stopped slapping his salami and looked over at his bud. “I guess that means you do?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, he’s got a massive dick. I just… wonder what it looks like hard sometimes.”

Mike wasn’t shy about anyone seeing his body. The three of them shared a bathroom and he thought nothing of stripping down and hopping in the shower when one of the other guys was in there brushing their teeth or even taking a shit. When the weather was warm, he often hung around the apartment or on their small back patio wearing a small tank top and gym shorts. More often than not, he was commando and sometimes one of his big balls would hang out when he kicked back and spread his legs.

“Yeah, I guess,” Richard said, finishing his beer and popping the top on another. “I mean, he’s hung like a fucking horse soft so I’ve thought about how big his boner might get. The chicks that come through here seem to like it.”

“I’ve been figuring out a way to get a look at it.”

“What, are you gonna bust in his room sometime when he’s fucking?”

“No, I mean get a really good look.”

“And how’s that?”

Brian also popped another beer. “So he goes out and gets shitfaced, like, three times a week at least, right? I mean, he’s probably drunk as fuck right now.”

It was true. Mike was a champion-level drinker. He went for the hard stuff too – whiskey, tequila, and some moonshine he got from God knew where that was so potent Brian and Richard were afraid to light the gas stove if there was a bottle in the apartment. He would come home stumbling, singing, making jokes, and being loud. The life of the party. The next day, he would wake up and only remember bits and pieces of what he’d done the night before. 

“So he’s an alkie,” Richard said. “How does that help you see his boner?”

“So I was thinking, when he comes home wasted, we could maybe tell him there’s a special surprise waiting in his bedroom. And he has to be blindfolded to get it.”

Brian outlined the rest of his idea for Richard while they chugged down plenty of beer themselves. The more they talked and drank, the more they convinced themselves it just might work. 

A couple of hours later, about three in the morning, they heard Mike making his way along the walkway to their apartment. He was singing “She Drives Me Crazy,” slurring like crazy and way off-key. They heard him fumbling with his keys at the door and dropping them with a “Motherfucker!” 

“Showtime!” said Brian, getting up and heading for Mike’s room. “Remember to really sell it.” He went into Mike’s room and closed the door. The bed was a mess of tangled sheets and there were dirty clothes all over the floor. It smelled like a combination brewery and brothel – in short, like a college guy’s room. Mike turned the desk lamp on low and closed the blinds so that it was very dim, then flipped on the radio for a little music as white noise.

Out in the living room, Mike finally got the door open and came in to find Richard on the couch, draining a beer. 

“Buddy! Toss me one of those,” Mike slurred. “Need a nightcap.”

Richard handed one over and Mike opened it, shotgunning half, then belching. “Dude, I am so fucked up.” He laughed.

“Well, you’ve got a visitor in your room.”

“Huh?” Mike asked. “Who?”

Richard shrugged. “Dunno. Some chick came by a little while ago and said she wanted to surprise you. Wanted to see if you could tell who she was just by how she sucks your dick.”

Mike tried to focus. “You mean there’s some girl in there waiting to give me a hummer right now?”

“Uh-huh. But she said she wouldn’t do it unless you were blindfolded. Said you had to guess.”

“Jesus Christ. Freaky chick.” He downed the other half of the beer, then stood up unsteadily. “Guess I better check this out.”

“Here you go.” Richard tossed him a bandana. “You can use it as a blindfold”

Mike shook his head. “Fuckin’ crazy.” He tried to tie the folded cloth around his head, but his motor skills were a little impaired.

“Here, I got it,” Richard told him and tied it in place, testing the hold to make sure it was firm.

“Point me the right way,” Mike said, holding onto an armchair for balance.

Richard took his shoulder and led him to his bedroom door. He opened it and guided Mike inside a couple of steps. Brian was kneeling on the floor, grinning up at Richard.

“Well, let’s get this show on the road,” Mike said, unbuttoning his jeans. He dropped them to the floor, then pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. 

Richard backed up to the door and closed it, but stayed inside the room, being very still and quiet. He wanted to see if this worked at all. Meanwhile, Mike pulled down the front of his bikini briefs, freeing his whole package. It was a solid five inches soft and thick as fuck, arcing out over full nuts the size of eggs. He had thick, wiry brown pubes but his scrotum was mostly smooth. He was just starting to plump up as Brian kneewalked closer to him and got into position.

Richard watched as Brian put his tongue out and tasted the tip of Mike’s cock. Mike grunted softly. “Yeah, take that thing baby. Show me what you got.” 

Richard could feel his own erection growing as Brian worked his mouth down Mike’s shaft and the monster dick began to inflate to its full size. Soon it was stretched out to a fat nine inches, the fleshy mushroom head pinker than the rest of the shaft, which had a darker tone. Brian had no chance of getting the whole thing in his mouth, so he concentrated on really working the head and frenulum. 

Mike began to buck his hips a little. “Take it deeper, babe. It feels so good. You’ve got a hot little mouth.” 

Brian was really getting into it now. He had a taste for Mike’s crotch musk and the feel of his roommate’s enormous trouser snake filling his mouth had him turned on and horny as fuck. He made a circle with his thumb and forefinger around the base of Mike’s penis; they didn’t quite meet due to the thickness, but he used them to jack half of Mike’s flesh rocket while he sucked the other half. Mike was leaking copious precum now and moaning about how good it felt.

“Fuck, baby, feels so fucking good. Yeah, you like eating that big dick?”

Richard was rock hard now and ached to stroke his cock, but he was afraid to make any noise. He could see Brian’s head bobbing back and forth on Mike’s dick in profile. That length of steel-hard rod was hypnotic. Mike’s balls were bouncing up and down as Brian jerked and sucked. A Bon Jovi song came on the radio and provided background music for the wet sound of a blowjob and Mike’s quickened breathing. Soon, Mike was fucking Brian’s mouth as well, his firm, muscular buttocks flexing and releasing. Mike was holding on to the back of his desk chair for balance as he threw his head back in a drunken sexual ecstasy.

“I think I know who you are now, baby. You suck like a goddamn Hoover, so it’s gotta be Cindy, right? I was just waiting to see if you would put your finger up my ass again.”

He reached down and took Brian’s head in both his hands and began to skull-fuck him. Something registered through his alcoholic fog and he ran his hands over Brian’s hair, which must not have felt like Cindy’s. His fingers kept going down Brian’s face and he felt the stubble on his cheeks.

“The fuck?” demanded Mike. He stopped pumping and yanked the bandana off his head, looking down at Brian surprise and shock. He turned around and saw Richard standing by the door. Richard and Brian stared at each other in open-mouthed uncertainty. The alcohol and hormones had been flowing when they’d planned this out and they hadn’t considered what to do when Mike found his roommate swallowing his sword.

“What the fuck are you doing on my cock, you little faggot? You fuckin’ crazy or something?” Mike didn’t actually seem angry as much as he did confused. He turned to Richard. “And you like watching or something?”

“It… was just kind of… a sort of joke that got out of hand,” stammered Richard. 

“Joke? Yeah, it’s a fucking joke all right. What, you two fag out together?”

“What if we do?” Brian said. 

“Trying to bring me into your little circle jerk? Goddamn, I been living with a couple of rump rangers and had no idea.”

“This mouth felt good, though, didn’t it? You said so,” Brian challenged.

“What did you think was gonna happen next? Did you think I was gonna fuck your little faggot ass?”

“I don’t know,” Brian answered. “But I do know my ass would be tighter and better than any pussy you ever had.”

“You better be fucking careful what you say. You got me boned up now and I gotta get this thing off.”

Brian stood up and pulled off his shirt. He dropped his shorts and boxers and stood naked in front of Mike, both of them fully erect. He was breathing hard, uncertain whether he was going to get punched, fucked, or both. Brian turned and knelt on all fours on Mike’s bed, his asshole in the air. 

“Go ahead and use it. See how it compares to all that pussy.”

Mike shook his head, stumbling a little. “You’re fucking kidding.”

“I’m not kidding,” Brian told him. “A hole’s a hole. You said you gotta get off.”

There was a long pause, then Mike moved over to his nightstand. He pulled open the drawer and yanked a Magnum XL rubber from a string of them. He tore open the package, took out the condom, and rolled it down his cock. Even the larger-sized rubber was a tight fit. He went over behind Brian, then spit down onto his dick. He rubbed in the few globs, then grabbed Brian by the hips and pulled him to the edge of the mattress.

“I’m gonna show you what it’s like to be fucked by a real man,” he said, then speared Brian’s cunt in one thrust. Brian yelled, feeling like he was being torn in half from the asshole out. There was no gentleness, no romance, just raw man sex. Mike used his monster cock as a weapon of destruction and declared war on Brian’s insides. He thrusted and grunted and rutted like a wild animal. For Brian, the pain was considerable but it became one of those hurts-so-good things after a minute. He had been dreaming of just seeing Mike’s hard cock all these months and now it was deep in his guts, filling him more than he’d ever known he could be filled.

Richard could hardly believe what he was seeing. He couldn’t help it any longer – he had to yank out his own dick and start jacking. He dropped his shorts and underwear and wet his hand with spit and began to fist his meat while watching one of his roommates pound the other. Mike had broken out in a sweat as he slammed his hips into Brian’s rump over and over, letting out primal grunts of “Unh! Unh! Unh!”  

 Brian was finally able to find his voice as he settled into being so thoroughly fucked. “How’s that ass?” he asked. “Is it treating that big pecker right?”

Mike turned and looked at Richard, who was still masturbating furiously. “Put your dick in his mouth so he’ll shut the fuck up.”

Richard and Brian’s eyes locked, agreement passing between them. Richard went around to the other side of the bed and got on his knees directly in front of Brian’s face. Brian gobbled down his leaking prick and then he was being spit-roasted by his two roommates, manflesh penetrating each end. He rocked back and forth between them, Mike’s powerful jackhammer pushing him forward down Richard’s dick, then pulling him back as he prepared to slam in again. Brian had the fleeting, crazy thought that the tips of Richard’s and Mike’s cocks might be meeting somewhere in the back of his throat – he felt like that much of him was being fucked. 

Richard could tell Mike was getting close. He was sweating, grunting more intensely, and his eyes were closed. The image of that giant tool disappearing between Brian’s milky-white buttcheeks burned into his brain and sent a jolt right to his dick. He could feel his balls tightening and he pulled out of Brian’s mouth just before ejecting his thick seed right onto his buddy’s face, painting him from eyebrows to chin. Immediately after, Mike erupted in a yell that rattled the windows and probably woke the neighbors. His hands circled Brian’s ribcage and his pumping stopped as he buried himself balls-deep and held it there, his body jerking as he ejaculated in five distinct spasms that Brian could feel inside his guts. 

“Mother goddamn fucker,” Mike muttered as he pulled out of Brian’s destroyed manpussy. He had to grab the headboard to steady himself, his head still swimming with liquor. He yanked the Trojan off his sausage and tossed it behind him, where it landed on the desk with a wet plop. Brian and Richard got off the bed, Richard’s cock now at half-staff and cum still dripping down Brian’s face. They weren’t certain what Mike might do next. He was an alpha male who’d just been essentially tricked into “fagging out,” as he would probably put it, while he was drunk. 

Mike’s eyes were cloudy and unfocused. He slapped Richard’s bare ass like they were teammates in the locker room after a game. “I might take that twat for a test drive next time,” he said. Then he fell onto his bed, lying on his back. His erection was starting to wane, but it still extended well past his navel and was wet with his ejaculate. “Now get the fuck out of here.” Within a few seconds, he had passed out. 

Brian and Richard gathered their clothes and left the room, turning out the lamp on the way. They wondered how much Mike would remember whenever he woke up the next day.