Roommates Share Everything
© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica
Mason ambled further into the room, his gait clearly impaired by alcohol… and something else I hadn’t seen in him before. He wasn’t his usual bro-ish, easy, friendly self. He was leering at me, my cock in my hand, staring back at him, his arm now braced against the wall to keep himself steady.
I tried to regain my dignity again and cover myself with the bedsheets but Mason issued another command that stopped me in my tracks, “No.” That was all he said. That was all it took. I left the sheets where they were, my cock pulsing in the air, precum leaking obscenely down my shaft as Mason continued to just glare at me like I should already know what I was supposed to do, what he was about to do.
He closed the door behind him, a small mercy, and then took a few steps closer to my bed. As he got close, I could begin to smell the alcohol on him. He’d hit the booze hard tonight, no wonder he was having difficulty standing up straight.
He came right up to me, where he could loom over me, staring down at me — and my still hard cock — and then he spoke again, his eyes fixed on mine like a weapons system locking onto its target. His words were slightly slurred, but his message was crystal clear.
“You’re a horny, horny boy, huh, Eli?”
I gasped, unsure how to respond. My cock seemed to know what to do though, throbbing incessantly in tune with Mason’s words.
“You’ve been getting real busy early in the morning too, and you won’t even let your best buddy Mason know what’s going on..”
His stare took on a distinctly devilish appearance as he spoke those words, like he knew more than he was letting on, and I was about to find out exactly how true that was.
“I really haven’t been doing anything special in the mornings Mas..” I began to say, but he cut me off.
“Naaaah,” he said. “You definitely have, bro. You just didn’t want to tell your roomie what was up. Even though he tells you evvvvertyhing. Even told you about that sorority chick who said she was a pro-deepthroater and then spewed on my dick right after taking the seventh inch.”
It was true, he had told me that story, not that I was sure I’d really wanted to hear that particular story. And he had been an open book about his sexual experiences generally, which had contributed to my constant state of sexual arousal and frustration the last few weeks.
My situation was different though. I wasn’t exactly conquering sorority chicks and putting my dick in every hot and willing hole I could find on campus the way Mason had been. No, I’d been spending my time splayed out on my back servicing my gymnastics coach and most recently, I wasn’t even getting off when I did it. I wasn’t even sure if what I was doing was sex or if it was just use or athletic training. Either way, it wasn’t on the level of what Mason did, strutting around, assessing offers, then deciding which girl would be lucky enough to feel his pipe chart a course down her tunnels that night.
I was also doing gay stuff, I wasn’t out to anyone and I wasn’t sure how friendly campus, or the team, would be to a gay guy, especially if they knew I was going down on the assistant coach four or five times a week. I mean, it was one thing to have gay friends, but we got changed together and shit.
“I— I’m sorry?” was the best I could muster in response to Mason’s accusation.
“Don’t be sorrrry, Eli,” Mason, mewed playfully, “be useful..”
What did he mean by that?
He stumbled slightly, his right arm landing on my naked shoulder for support and then his eyes locked on mine and he said it again, “Be useful…” slower, almost seductive this time.
“I don’t know what you mean, Mason,” I said.
“I know you don’t, budddddieee,” he slurred.
Mason sat down on the bed, his muscled, jock ass now pressing dangerously against my thigh, making my cock, which I’d almost forgotten was still exposed to him, strain even harder and drip another bead of precum from its tip.
“Remember that bitch, Macy, the one I’ve been talking about?”
I remembered her, but he’d never described her as a bitch before. I wondered where this was going.
“Yeah, you’ve been planning to get in her pants for a while, she’s really hot, I remember.”
Mason edged closer, shooting me a conspiratorial look, “Yeah. Her. She was supposed to put out tonight. It was all planned. We even discussed everything we were gonna do— consent, all that shit!” Mason pulled out his phone and began scrolling through a series of text messages with Macy that did indeed describe their lurid plans for a night of nasty fucking where she’d agreed to go a lot further than I thought most college girls normally would on a first plow.
“That’s fucking hot, Mase,” I said, trying to figure out where I fit into all of this. “She seems like a real slut. You’re a stud!” I shot him my best, ‘go you’ smile, trying to make things as normal as possible with my drunk roommate sitting inches away from my dripping, hard, naked dick.
“Yeah, except she bailed on me cuz she said I got too drunk!” Mason whined. “All that planning. All that texting and waiting. Duuuude. She was premium puss! I coulda had a nine tonight, easy but I waited for the eleven, ya know? I fuckin did the work, bro!”
In truth, I had no idea what he was talking about. I didn’t have people knocking down my door to fuck me like he did, so the idea of passing on a nine to court an eleven out of ten wasn’t something I was familiar with. Still, I was sitting there, exposed, boned up, leaking and he was drunk and seemed to want my support so I tried to be the best bro I could be in the moment. “That bitch,” I said.
“Right!?” Mason countered. “But you,” he said, “You can help me, can’t you?”
Sure, in that state, at that moment, for that gorgeous man with his baby blue eyes boring into my soul, I would have done anything to help him.
“Of course, Mason,” I replied.
“Yeah bro, you can help me,” he repeated. “I followed you this morning,” he said matter of factly, like he hadn’t just unraveled my world. “I had to know what had my roomie so happy. Whose pube was on his face.” My heart started to race and my dick started to rapidly deflate as the reality of what Mason was saying began to set in. He knew, he fucking knew, he had to.
Mason continued, his eyes never breaking contact with mine, a thin smirk spreading across his lips, making him even sexier to me despite everything that was going on. “I watched Coach Casper train you this morning, buddy. I saw what those early morning sessions are reeeaaallly about.”
I tried to think of some excuse, something that could reasonably explain what Casper and I had been doing on the mats that morning, but there was nothing. I’d been naked, Casper had been almost naked. His dick was in my mouth, I’d sucked his balls, he’d rubbed his sweaty asshole all over my face; there was no denying what I’d done. And there was no denying to anyone watching that it’d been an act of service — I hadn’t even been jerking myself off during, or after.
“Mason, I— I don’t know what to say.”
Mason put a finger to my lips like he was shushing a baby, “Don’t say anything, Eli bro, I don’t need your mouth for talking tonight..”
My cock started to get hard again. Mason noticed, chuckled to himself and flicked the tip of my rapidly hardening shaft like it was some kind of toy for his amusement.
“Brooooo,” he said. “I’ve never done anything with a dude, but you looked like you fuckin’ loved slobbering on Casper’s shit, and he’s at least as big as I am,” he said, groping his crotch to emphasize his point. “I know if Coach is enjoying that mouth, you gotta be halfway decent, and I’m still horny as fuck. It’s not perfect, but if I’ve got a dick sucker living right in my room…”
My dick was fully hard again and I was already imagining myself on my knees with Mason’s cock in my mouth, even though I knew what becoming my roommates cocksucker might mean. Mason wasn’t done though.
“Plus, Macy was gonna lick my ass for the first time too, and we both know you’re a little ass licker for coach and I’m not gonna miss my chance tonight, not when I’ve got youuuu here, right?” Mason started to take off his shirt as if that act were the ink on a deal we’d both just signed, starting something I hadn’t really agreed to yet.
He stood up and tossed his shirt aside, not caring where it landed and all I could do was stare at the rock hard abs and pecs that I’d been dreaming about relentlessly for the past several weeks. If Mason was looking for my consent, he got it when I shifted out of my bed and dropped to my knees in front of him. He responded by removing the rest of his clothes revealing himself fully nude to me not for the first time, but for the first time like this. The first time I could study him up close like the godly, fucking specimen he was.
His cock was big, even soft, surrounded by a tuft of curly blond pubes that he clearly kept trimmed but didn’t shave entirely. It was a manly but manicured look that was already driving me wild. His pink balls hung low and heavy and his cock sat over them like a pompous prince who knew he could have anything he wanted anytime he wanted it. And that cock probably had. It was about to have me.
I didn’t even wait for his command. I leaned forward, my breath already shaky, and let my lips graze the base of his shaft as I steadied myself with both hands on his thick thighs. I felt him twitch at the contact.
“Yeah,” Mason exhaled, almost a growl. “That’s it.”
I started low, right where his balls met the underside of his shaft, planting a soft kiss there before dragging my tongue underneath. His skin was musky and a little salty from the night out, but I didn’t care. I buried my nose in his trimmed pubes and sucked his balls into my mouth, one at a time, making sure he could feel every inch of my tongue on him.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “No wonder Coach keeps you around.”
I moaned quietly, humiliated and turned on in equal measure. His hand dropped to the back of my head and pushed me further into him, holding me there like he owned me, like this was something I should’ve been doing for him all along.
“Lick ‘em more,” he demanded, voice rough now. “Slobber ‘em up. Yeah, just like that.”
I sucked harder, feeling spit start to run down my chin as his balls rolled over my tongue. His scent filled my nose, a mix of sweat, alcohol, and something purely Mason. I felt his cock beginning to rise, thickening gradually, resting against my cheek as I worked. He started grinding his hips ever so slightly, feeding me more of him, even without asking.
“Get under,” he muttered.
I didn’t need clarification. I shifted my position, planting slow kisses down from his sack until my nose pressed against the crease of his thigh and my tongue found its way to his hole. I hesitated a second then flattened my tongue and dragged it upward, tasting the sweat slicked skin and hearing the deep, involuntary groan Mason let out above me.
“Ohhh fuck. That’s weird… and hot… fuck, keep going,” he said, one hand now braced on the dresser, the other back on my head. I felt his fingers grip tighter as I circled his hole with my tongue again, then again, flicking against him more firmly each time.
“Jesus, you’re a fuckin freak,” he said, laughing, his tone somewhere between impressed and drunk-stunned. “Coach really trained you good.”
I didn’t respond, my tongue was too busy flattening against his hole, dragging slow, deliberate circles that made Mason grunt each time I hit the right spot. His legs widened unconsciously, his stance now open and loose, letting me dig in deeper. I brought my hands up to grip the back of his thighs, using them to keep myself steady as I pushed my face harder into his ass.
“Holy shit,” Mason moaned, his voice rasping now. “You’re really eating me out. My fuckin’ roommate is licking my ass.”
I should’ve felt ashamed. Humiliated. But all I felt was high. My tongue was working on instinct now, flicking and pressing, alternating between fast little lashes and long, wet drags that had Mason shifting his weight and letting out these low, broken gasps I’d never heard from him before.
“You’re better at this than Macy probably would’ve been,” he groaned. “Fuck, bro… you’re actually making me wanna… fuckin’ back up onto your face.”
I whimpered softly into him, cheeks burning as I did exactly that: dug my tongue in harder, pressed my nose deeper into the curve of his ass. I could hear the slick sounds I was making now, spit dripping down my chin, my jaw starting to ache, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to use me. I wanted to be good at this for him.
He was leaning fully on the dresser now, one arm slack and the other clutching the edge like he was trying not to buckle. “Goddamn. You’re making me wanna fuckin nut from just that.”
I gave his hole one last swirl with the tip of my tongue, then pulled back, lips wet and swollen, chest heaving. Mason turned around lazily, a glazed, dazed look in his eyes as he stared down at me.
“You’re fuckin filthy, Eli,” he said, sounding like he meant it as both a compliment and a warning. “Now let’s see what else that dirty mouth can do.”
He grabbed his cock again, now fully hard, thick and flushed, and slapped it against my cheek. It landed with a slick thud that made me shiver. I opened wide, ready for him.
“Open wider,” he ordered, guiding the head of his cock to my lips. “C’mon. All that practice with Coach, I bet you can take the whole fuckin thing.”
I widened my mouth and let him slide in, the head of his dick heavy and hot on my tongue. He didn’t ease in slowly. He pushed, firm and fast, filling my mouth until I gagged.
“Yeahhh,” Mason groaned, “just like that. Coach’s little cock attendant.”
I moaned around him, my eyes watering as he fed me more. His hips started to move—shallow thrusts at first, then deeper, more insistent. My throat burned as I worked to keep up, sucking and slurping and breathing through my nose whenever I could. He grabbed the back of my head and fucked my mouth now like he meant it.
He didn’t slow down.
Mason had both hands on my head now, holding me in place as he started to thrust properly, his hips snapping forward like I was just a warm hole he’d found at the end of the night. His cock punched into the back of my throat again and again, and I could feel spit and precum pooling at the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin and onto my chest.
“Fuck, your mouth’s so wet already,” he groaned. “You were made for this.”
I choked slightly, my throat fluttering around him, but that only made him grunt louder. “Shit, you like choking on it, don’t you?”
I didn’t nod, but I moaned low in my throat, sending a ripple of vibration up his shaft. His response was a shudder and a muttered “Jesus,” like I was doing something magical, even though I was just holding on and letting him use me. Every time I tried to steady my breathing, he shoved deeper again, reminding me that this wasn’t about me, it was about him getting what he’d been denied tonight. I was the consolation prize. And I loved it.
“Look at you,” he said, pulling back just far enough for the head of his cock to rest on my tongue. “Eyes all glassy, face a fuckin mess.”
I blinked up at him, cheeks flushed, spit dangling from my lips. He reached down, wiping it with his thumb, then smearing it right across my cheekbone like war paint. “You’re a good roommate, bro. Real good.”
He pushed back in, slower this time, and held himself there, buried almost all the way in. My throat stretched to accommodate him, and my lips met the base of his shaft. I could feel his trimmed pubes against my face again, his balls resting heavy on my chin.
He held me there.
“Breathe through it,” he said, almost kindly, but then added, “Coach didn’t teach you to give up, right?”
I tried to breathe through my nose, willing myself to relax, my throat spasming around him. My eyes watered uncontrollably, but I didn’t pull away. I took it. All of it.
Finally, he eased out and I gasped, spit flying from my lips as I coughed once, then twice, trying to catch my breath. Mason chuckled and stroked his cock slowly, watching me recover.
“Fuck, that was hot.”
I nodded, chest still heaving, my own cock now throbbing between my legs and untouched.
“Back on it,” he said, voice low and hungry.
I obeyed immediately, wrapping my lips around the head again, swirling my tongue along the ridge before sinking down. I gripped the base with one hand, stroking what I couldn’t take while the other massaged his balls. I sucked rhythmically, sloppily, my mouth filling with spit and heat and his taste. I worked him like I meant it—because I did. Because I wanted to impress him. Because some part of me needed Mason to want this again.
“Shit, Eli,” he panted. “You’re gonna make me cum so fuckin hard…”
His hips started to jerk harder, more erratic now. His grip tightened at the back of my head and he began thrusting with purpose: fast, deep, no hesitation.
“Fuck, fuck—don’t stop—don’t you fuckin’ stop,” he growled, sweat dripping from his forehead as he buried himself in my throat over and over. I gagged around him, trying to keep up, but Mason was beyond caring now. He was using my mouth like a toy, like something he’d paid for and wanted his money’s worth.
“Yeah, take it—take all of it, fuckin hell—”
His cock pulsed suddenly, deep in my throat, and then he was cumming. Thick, hot spurts shot down my throat and I swallowed automatically, barely able to breathe, barely able to think. He groaned, loud and primal, as he shoved himself in to the hilt, holding me there while the last few pulses spilled out of him.
I gagged once, then again, but Mason kept me there until he was fully done.
“God damn, Eli…” he finally muttered, pulling back slowly, watching a strand of spit and cum stretch from my lips to his tip. “You’re a fuckin beast.”
I dropped to my elbows, coughing, panting, my throat raw, but my cock still hard.
“Now you can finish,” Mason huffed as I knelt there on my hands and knees.
I rose and tried to turn so I could lie back on my bed and do my thing in comfort, but Mason had other ideas. “No. Do it there, on the floor. It’s better that way.”
I wasn’t sure how me being on the floor made it better, but I was so fucking set at that point, it really didn’t matter. I wrapped my hand around my shaft and got stroking. Mason stood over me and watched. Just like Casper had. I wasn’t sure I would ever get used to this, jerking off on command and under supervision, but it seemed like it was the only way I was going to get off now.
It was only moments before I was shooting another huge load all over the dorm room floor, spasming in the throes of ecstasy, barely able to hold myself up the pleasure was so intense.
Mason laughed at my performance and said, “Whoa bro, you musta really loved sucking my dick, that was a hella strong O. Clean up your mess and let’s hit the sack.”
He didn’t give me time to explain that it was actually days of pent-up tension that had caused my explosion before he got dressed and walked out of the room for a late shower.
I collected myself, found something to scrub my cum out of the bare thread dorm carpets and then played back what had just happened in my head and wondered how soon I could make it happen again, and, if it would irreversibly change my relationship with Mason for the rest of the year, for better or for worse?
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