His Roommate's Friend

The morning light shone through the window enhancing the dust that danced in the air.  Though groggy, I watched the glowing specks as they moved through the beam, and then I realized that Andrew wasn’t there.  I sat up quickly and found him sitting at the foot of the bed watching me.
“I wanted to kiss you when I first woke up, but I do need to brush first.” His head was tilted slightly and only one side of his mouth curled up.

“Were you worried that your morning mouth might kill me?” I pinched my nose.

“Honestly, Jojo, I was worried that the stench coming from your mouth would do me in.” He laughed. “I need a toothbrush.”

“Bottom drawer.” I made some fake crying noises. “I cannot believe my sweet Tiger is an asshole in disguise.”

“Aww, Jojo, let me make it up to you. I’m going to brush my teeth then I’ll sit on your dick if you want me to.” Andrew pulled a toothbrush from the drawer.

“You want to sit on my dick?”

“Yeah,” said Andrew, “and if you brush your teeth, I’ll kiss you as well.”

“And what do I get out of all of this, other than clean teeth? Huh?”

“So, sticking your dick up my ass isn’t enough for you?”

“Well, Tigerman, if that’s your best, I guess it will have to.” I made an exaggerated sigh as I got up and went to the bathroom. “I’ll share my toothpaste with you.”

“Wait a second. Why is your dick so hard if my ass is not all that and a bag of chips?”

“Maybe I lied.” I shoved the toothbrush into my mouth and began to laugh.

Andrew grabbed me and began to tickle me; he pulled me tight. “We do need to get tested. I want to stick it to you right now, and I don’t want to search for a condom.”

“Brush your teeth. I want to kiss you when I fuck you.” I rinsed my mouth and went back to the bed. I sat on the edge and unrolled a rubber over my stiffness. “Come on, Tiger,” I called. “Jojo Junior is waiting for you.”

Andrew poked his head out. I heard him laugh as he shut off the water. He came back out. His dick was as stiff as mine. “You fucking horny bastard.”

He turned around and began to move down to sit in my lap. He reached around and grabbed my cock. He aligned it with his man pussy and sat down, allowing my dick to enter him. “Oh, yeah, that feels so good. Fuck, Jojo, your dick has to be bigger than it looks.”

I began to move into him; from his crouched position I had about three inches of room to pump up and down. Andrew stood up and got on his hands and knees next to the bed. “How hard do you think you could bang me?” It was more of a challenge than a question.

“Not very hard,” I said before plunging my shaft into his soft and warm fuck hole. I grabbed his hips and slammed into him with all my force, pulling back slowly and slamming him again. “Oops, I guess I was wrong.”

Andrew laughed. “You’re such an asshole; keep fucking me. I love it.” He began to lower himself with each penetration. His knees moved farther apart until he was flat on the floor. He had done it slowly enough that I hadn’t missed a stroke. Arching upward, he turned his head; I stretched forward, and we kissed. His ass clamped down on me, and I felt the spasms as he came. I fucked him with more speed and poured my seed into the protective covering.

Andrew rolled onto his side. A large puddle of jizz marked the spot near the center of the room. 

“Oh, Tiger,” I chuckled. “Bad kitty.”

“It wasn’t my pussy that made that spot, Jojo.”

“What am I going to do with you, Tiger?”

“Take me to lunch?”

“In the lunch hall? I’m on a budget, and ritzy lunches with my lover is not a budget item.”

“You take me to Roma’s, and I’ll pay. I have a food budget. I’ll even drive.”

“How can I resist? I get credit for taking you, but I don’t have to pay or drive. You’re the best, Tiger.” I hugged him.

“You’re smart, aren’t you, Jojo. OK, here’s the plan.”

“I don’t even have to plan my date.” I giggled. I honestly giggled.

“OK. I’m going to go back to my room and get dressed for lunch. I’ll probably take another shower, in fact, I know I will.”

“Are you going to wear that sexy cologne that you wore yesterday?”

Andrew nuzzled his nose against my neck. “Did you like that cologne? Did it make you hard? Did it turn you on?”

“You got fucked more than once, didn’t you?” I asked.

“That was because of the cologne? I thought it was because I was so sexy and irresistible.”

“Maybe that had something to do with it.” I chuckled at him.

“You’re a bastard. One helluva sexy fucking bastard.”

“I get three bad words in a row?”

“Oh, Jojo, I’d give you ten in a row if I knew that many.”

I kissed him. “You need to put some clothes on. I don’t need you getting arrested before I get my chicken piccata.” I giggled again.


On the drive to the restaurant, I wondered about Andrew’s new pick-up. I’d had to do a report on new vehicles for a finance class, and I remember that this one retailed for about $75,000. How could he afford such a vehicle? I’d heard about alumni buying things like that for members of the sports team, but I understood those things were illegal. I suppose someone could have loaned it to him, but I didn’t think that was allowed. I just wished I were someone who worried about things like that. Why couldn’t Andrew drive a ten-year-old Focus like mine?

When we pulled up to the restaurant, I remembered debating about long pants. This looked like a restaurant for long pants. Andrew must have noticed my reaction. “You’re dressed just fine, Jojo.”

“Huh?”

“That’s what you were thinking. About how you’re dressed.”

“So Tigerman is a mind-reader.” I put my hand on his.

“Well, it is what you were thinking.” He opened his door and climbed down. He turned and looked at me. “Need any help, Jojo?” He laughed.

“I should be opening your car door since I’m taking you on this date.” I saw his face go a little pale. “Hey, Andrew. I’m sorry.”

He smiled at me. “It’s OK.” He closed the door and clicked the lock button once I met him at the front of the truck.

“No. It’s not OK. We joked about Stuart catching us, and I don’t care who knows about me.”

Andrew tilted his head toward the door. “Let’s go in.” He asked for a booth from the hostess, and he began to study the menu as soon as we were seated. He ordered a spinach lasagna and a cola; I ordered chicken piccata and iced tea. We sat in silence until the drinks came. Andrew took a sip and looked at me. “Please don’t think less of me.” His eyes were wet.

I leaned forward and lowered my voice. “Tiger; it’s OK. I understand.” I wanted to reach out my hand and touch his fingers. “You’re not ready for people to know.”

“It’s just that I had such a good time meeting you and becoming friends. I’d never felt so much like myself, who I am on the inside. But now we’re in the real world, and I… You must hate and despise me.”

“No. You’ll have to do something much worse than not being ready to come out.” I took a drink of my tea. “I can wait until you’re ready to hold hands in public.”

“What if I’m never ready?”

I didn’t have an answer for him.  Now it was my turn for tears to fill my eyes.  The waiter brought our meal before any tears fell.  We ate in silence.  I didn’t tell him that I would wait for the rest of my life for him to be ready.  In my heart, I knew that I had already fallen in love with him.  I bit my lip as I wondered whether I had just ordered a lifetime of regret for dessert.