Stuck On You

As much as I would like something like this to happen to me, this story is entirely a work of fiction. All characters involved in any sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.

Have you ever been hopelessly attracted to someone you knew you couldn’t have? You’re so enthralled by this person, it’s like you’re being magnetically pulled to them. A person that would make you physically stop if you saw them as stranger in public. Maybe you even become dumb or babble when you try to talk to them. But…they’re off limits. Well, that’s happened to me. In fact, I’m in that kind of situation right now. I know I can’t get the guy that’s always on my mind and it’s driving me crazy. Really, I’m a cerebral, practical man with everyone, except for him. The worst part is, the forbidden aspect only makes him more tempting to me. I wouldn’t say that I’m obsessed (a counterintuitive thing to say, I know), more…seduced. And, call me crazy, but sometimes it feels like he’s very intentionally feeding into my “little” crush.

I met this guy not too long back, about three ago months, give or take. I work at a mom-and-pop coffee shop and have been for over a year. My mom was friends with the owner back in college, so he knows me too. Heck, I’d say he’s just as much my friend as mom’s. So naturally I got a job there once I learned to drive. Unfortunately, my hours were cut recently, since we’re understaffed and don’t have many customers later in the day. This made paying the rent for my apartment more than a little tight each month. Tired of stressing about making the ends meet, I decided to look for a roommate. I was nervous to say the least of it. I’m a pretty introverted guy and I like having space to myself, so the idea of sharing my unit with someone else wasn’t exactly attractive. Still, it would beat scrounging for cash each month. I mustered up my courage and posted an ad.

Over the next few weeks, I got a moderate amount of responses. No one was exactly what I was looking for, which wasn’t a surprise, but a few were close enough m, so I invited each of them to look at the place in person and to ask each of them a few more questions. The first was a younger lady. I’m pretty sure she lied about a few things on her application, but I couldn’t blame her. This seemed to be her first time on her own, and I knew full well how intimidating that could be. The second person was a guy who seemed to be a better fit. He didn’t shy away from answering my questions or have any sketchy responses. At least from appearances, he was clean, and didn’t seem to mind my reclusive manner, which I appreciated. As he left, I‘m sure I at least hinted that there was a high probability of him being my new roommate. In hindsight, that was a mistake.

In my mind, I had already somewhat written off the last applicant. This was both because of the second person I had met and because his form was the least appealing to me personally (which feels odd to say now). However, I knew that wasn’t exactly fair and told myself that I would keep an open mind with him. Little did I know who I was about to meet.

He arrived a bit after our scheduled meeting time, but I didn’t hold it against him. It can be difficult to find a specific apartment where I live if you’re not familiar with the area. As soon as I heard the doorbell ring, I took a breath in, preparing myself for social interaction, and opened the door. On the other side stood the absolute most attractive man I had ever seen. The first thing I noted was how tall he was. I’m not the biggest guy around, so I’m not the best judge of height, but I knew he must have been at least 6’2”. Second I noticed his build. He wasn’t the most muscular guy I had ever seen, but he was pretty damn close, and looked more real to me than those others. I love muscles on guys, but at a certain point it becomes too much. His hair was styled into a short, slightly messy fade and was in a shade somewhere between ginger and light brown. He had a trimmed beard and mustache, giving him that extra ruggedness to his look. I could call him nothing but an absolute hunk.

I felt dumbstruck by this man’s appearance. My pulse quickened and I said nothing for just a second too long. Upon recovering, I finally got out a “Hi.”

“Hey,” he said in a low, friendly voice. “I’m here about the apartment.”

“H-huh…? Oh, right right!” I said dumbly. “Umm, come on in.” I opened the door further and he stepped inside.

As the door slammed, he held out his hand. “I’m Cole,” he said cordially.

Damn…not only was he polite, but even his name was hot. I managed to keep myself together and responded with an introduction of my own. “I’m Kevin. Nice to meet you.” I took his hand and we shook. Unsurprisingly, he had a firm grip. Trying to explain my somewhat odd mannerisms, I said, “Sorry, I’m just a little nervous.”

“Shouldn’t I be the one that’s nervous?” he said with a chuckle. “Just kidding, I understand. Not everyone is outgoing.”

It was then that I saw him smile for the first time. That smile…that fucking smile. I’d say that’s what really got me hooked on Cole. That first time I saw him smile, I had dirty thoughts that I’d never had before. I’d been strongly attracted to guys before, and even fantasized about some of them, sure, but this was the fastest that it had ever happened to me by far. I wanted to drop to my knees right in that entranceway, take out this stud’s dick, and suck it like tomorrow didn’t exist. And when I looked up, I wanted to see that sexy, friendly, cocksure, stupid fucking smile.

With effort, I pushed these thoughts out of my head and maintained a demeanor that was at least close to being socially acceptable. “Y-yeah. I’m glad you get it. Anyway, let me show you around and ask you some questions.”

“Sounds great!”

As we toured the apartment, I found out more about my hunky applicant. He was 22 years old, which made him a year older than me. He worked part-time in construction, along with his dad who owned the company, so the job was stable. Cole’s hobbies included sports, primarily football and running, but he enjoyed most of them, camping, and video games, and he had no pets to speak of. I was genuinely hearing all of what he was saying, but I will admit that I had to have him repeat some things, since half of me was only focused on his looks.

As we reached the spare bedroom, I said, “This is where you would be staying. Not the largest, but my room is the same size and I’ve found comfort there.”

Cole poked his head in. “Yeah, not the biggest, but it’s an apartment with two bedrooms in my preference area, so I can’t complain, can I?” he joked. “Anyway, the size doesn’t bother me much. I’m sure you guessed, but I’m pretty active, so I won’t be in here too much. I usually like being in the living room while I’m at home anyway.”

“We’re two very different people,” I quipped.

“I couldn’t tell,” he retorted smartly.

Having no specific response, I simply laughed, which he joined in with. Something in me was very pleased with our interactions. Somewhere in my mind I must have been convinced that this playful banter was him flirting with me.

In any case, I soon recalled another question I wanted to ask “Oh, that just reminded me. How frequently will you be having people over?”

Cole took a moment before responding, seeming to consider his answer carefully. “I’ll be honest,” he started, “pretty often. But…you won’t have to interact with them.”

I got the sense that he was trying to imply something, but couldn’t exactly pick up on it. “Hmm? What do you mean by that? I’d want to at least meet your guests.”

Close let out a breath and said, “Well…okay, I’ll just say it. I have sex with a lot of girls.” As he said that, I suddenly felt deflated. He must have picked up on my sudden drop in emotional state, because he quickly added, “You don’t have to talk to them though. I’ll take ‘em to my room, do the deed, and they’ll be gone by the morning.”

I felt…hurt somehow. Like this guy that I barely know had betrayed my trust or lied to me somehow. He wasn’t mine at all and just by looks he could have most any girl he wanted. I knew that…and yet, I kept hanging on. “So, I’m guessing you don’t have a girlfriend then,” I found myself blurting out.

Cole looked a bit surprised that I’d ask that, but answered nonetheless. “No, I don’t. I don’t really look for that kind of stuff. Not for me I guess.” He shrugged.

“That’s…something I’ll have to consider,” I said, doing a poor job at hiding my feelings.

We continued the tour, though there wasn’t much left to see, with me in a more aloof state. Finally, we returned to the front door.

“Well, the place looks great!” Cole said with another smile. That alone was enough to make me noticeably brighten. “I hope you’ll consider me.”

“I will Cole. Thanks for coming to take a look!” I returned his expression.

“Should I give you my number so you can get in touch with me?”

“Oh yeah, almost forgot.” I took out my phone. “What is it?”

He gave me the number and I typed it in. Just to make sure there were no issues, I sent him a text, which went through quickly.

Everything confirmed, Cole opened the door to leave. As he walked outside, he turned around and said, “I…hope to see you again Kevin.” Then…he winked. He fucking winked at me.

I can’t remember anything from the moments after that happened other than my heart skipping a beat. I think I stammered our some stupid response and slammed the door, but I can’t be sure of the exact contender of the sentence. As soon as the door was closed and I was sure Cole couldn’t hear me, I took several deep breaths in. It felt like I had forgotten how to breathe for a couple of seconds.

The rest of my day played out with me in some sort of daze. I was literally unable to stop thinking about him. My thoughts were not explicitly sexual, but I just couldn’t get him out of my head. It was about dinner time when Cole left, so I was going to prepare myself some food. The next thing I knew, though, I was in my room with no food. And, as I closed the door, my dick swelled more quickly than it ever had before. I knew what I was about to do. I was ashamed of it, but too horny to care. I sat on my bed in an almost drunken state, feeling like I was being controlled, and pushed down my shorts. My erection stood firm, not concerned about any objections my more logical head could have. I got my cock out as quickly as I could and wrapped my hand around it.

“Ah!” I yelped in pleasure. I had never been that sensitive before. I slowly began jerking it. It had never felt this good. “C-Cole…” I said out loud. I went faster, but barely registered the change. It was different from regular masturbation…like I was living in a fantasy. “Cole! A-ah!” I was thinking of that smile and that wink. That was all I could think of. “Cole! Please…please!” The hand massaging my rod stopped feeling like my own. It was Cole jerking me off. The strong grip on my cock was his. “Plea-aaah! C-c-c…” I couldn’t articulate…I was no longer in control of my body. Lust completely engulfed me. My legs began to spread. I could feel him between my legs. Smiling down at me. Making me a complete mess with just a look. I could feel him…fucking me. “AH! B-big…so fucking big…” My entire body tensed. “C-COLE!” I screamed as I came. Ropes upon ropes of cum surged out, covering my thighs, bed, and my shirt, which I hadn’t taken off. As soon as I stopped cumming, I laid all the way out. I was exhausted.

A few hours later, I woke up with a headache…and a boner. Still low on energy and coated in my own cum, I put my underwear back on, just to have some coverage, and took off my shirt. In the laundry it went. I then set upon cleaning up elsewhere. The sheets were heavily stained with my seed as well, so I decided they should join my shirt in the hamper. After finishing my task, I slowly walked myself to the bathroom. As I waited for the water of the shower to heat up, I slipped my underwear off. I was still at least half hard. I had just had possibly the most intense orgasm of my life…I hadn’t thought of Cole or anything sexual through cleaning up my mess, as I had to focus my energy in the task…and there I was, still half hard. I sighed, ignoring my penis, and took my shower. When I got out, I realized that I’d forgotten to get myself new clothes.

The next day, I woke up in a somewhat better state, both physically and mentally. Now with my clear head, I was embarrassed. I had acted a fool all of yesterday and jacked off to a man I hardly knew. A straight man at that. There was a part of me that thought it wasn’t unusual to do what I had done, that it was normal to jerk off to a hot person. The majority of me knew, though, that I hadn’t simply masturbated to the thought of a hot person. No, I had a vivid fantasy about a hot person that gave me one of the most powerful feelings of pleasure I’d ever experienced. I wasn’t sure that was okay, but I didn’t want to think about it. Driving those thoughts away for the time being, I got up to make myself breakfast, starving, as I hadn’t eaten dinner last night.

The first call I made was to the woman who I’d interviewed. Just to prepare myself to reject Cole. I carefully told her why I didn’t choose her and wished her luck in finding another place to live. She graciously thanked me for my consideration, but I could tell that she was upset. I hung up the phone, dreading the next call I had to make. I almost pushed on Cole’s name several times, but each time I hesitated.

“Come on!” I told myself. “Why are you so stuck on him? He’s not the best roommate choice for you, not to mention he’s straight! You wouldn’t have a chance with him anyway. Call and reject him, that’s all you have to do. Just say ‘I’m sorry, but I’ve chosen a different roommate.’ That’s all! It’s that easy.” I knew, though, that it wasn’t easy.

I forced myself to tap on the name. The phone rang once…twice… and, just as I was bringing to hope that he wouldn’t pick up, I heard a click.

“Hello?” said a low voice.

“H-hi Cole, it’s Kevin.” I was shaking. I wanted to slap myself.

“Hey,” he chortled, “what’s up?”

“Well…” I felt like I was going to gag. I was physically unable to get the words out. But then…my body seemed to relax. I knew what I was going to say. Even before I made the call, I think I knew. It wasn’t the right decision, but it was the only one I could make. Cheerfully, I said “I have some good news for you.”