That little incident with Adrien really shouldn’t have mattered that much.
Honestly. It should’ve been nothing more than a small slip-up: someone getting a little distracted during a household chore and letting their nose (or even their mouth!) wander for one second too long where it probably shouldn’t have gone.
I shouldn’t have made such a big deal out of it, but I could tell Adrien had been a bit thrown off by my little gesture.
After starting the washing machine, I hid in my room, hoping to escape the accusing looks for a while. I sat down on my bed and pulled out the magazine Histoire to get my mind onto something else. It was a special issue about the Chinese dynasties, published to coincide with the exhibition at the Guimet Museum.
I figured it would be a good idea not to show up completely clueless and maybe learn a few things that could impress Adrien.
Impress Adrien…
Did I really need to do that?
He’d said he would’ve liked to visit the exhibition with a guide, someone who could help him navigate through an ocean of statues, ceramics, and paintings. The least I could do was read up a little.
So I spent the whole morning reading, and I more or less managed to forget about my three roommates. More or less.
Until one particular passage in the magazine caught me off guard: an entire article that surprised me at first… then completely fascinated me.
Adrien absolutely had to see this too.
My research was interrupted once, though.
Thirty minutes after starting it, the washing machine began beeping aggressively. I jumped up immediately and crouched back down in the kitchen.
Adrien was focused on his article and didn’t even look up.
The drying rack was a bit small, so I had to squeeze things together. It probably wouldn’t dry very quickly, so I moved it closer to the window and started hanging things up piece by piece.
I left Julien’s underwear for last, trying to give them as much space as possible, even if it meant cramming mine closer together.
I couldn’t help noticing that the strange marks from earlier had disappeared… but Julien’s very distinctive smell was still there.
And honestly?
That smell was starting to grow on me.
Around lunchtime, I finally pulled myself away from my notes about China in the year 200 and cautiously ventured into the living room.
Adrien was no longer at his desk.
But Julien’s stubborn chlorine scent was hanging in the air, and there were wet footprints on the floor.
Was this guy some kind of mermaid or what?
He seemed to leave water everywhere he went.
And sure enough, there he was.
The swimmer was standing in front of the fridge wearing nothing but his swim briefs, still damp, casually scratching his back while inspecting the contents.
“Need some help?” I asked.
Julien barely turned his head:
“Mmm… you’ll suck me off after lunch. Right now I’m starving.”
“Oh… uh, no.”
“I meant with the food.”
Shit… so he was already thinking about our next session.
“Well if you’re planning to cook something, I’m in, man. What were you thinking of making?” Julien started rummaging through the lower part of the fridge, right at the bottom where I’d put my groceries. “You got anything interesting?”
“Tomates farcies (Stuffed tomatoes),” I suggested, already bracing myself for rejection.
“Oh wow, that’s a restaurant dish!”
This time the swimmer actually turned toward me — revealing a massive erection twisting his swim briefs. “You sure that’s quick to make?”
Damn. This guy didn’t have any shame left.
“Yeah, don’t worry, I make it all the time.”
“Alright bro, here. Take the ground meat I’ve got left there and make us something cool.”
“Deal.”
Julien left the fridge door open and leaned close to murmur one last thing in my ear:
“Good roommate.”
Then he winked.
A second later he was heading back toward his room, leaving a cloud of chlorine behind him.
I’ve always liked cooking, and the idea of doing it for other people made it even better. Every now and then Julien would come check on my progress, practically drooling in front of the oven as the tomatoes browned nicely under the heat.
At one point, as I was finishing plating everything, he came up behind me while I was still facing the stove. His crotch pressed directly against my backside, and even through the fabric of my jeans and his swim briefs, it felt incredibly close.
“Wow Steph, you made us a king’s meal!” He sounded genuinely impressed. “That looks so good!”
“Thanks. But you gotta’ taste it first.”
“I can already tell from here it’s gonna be amazing, man.”
We settled onto the couch and Julien turned on the TV. It was still set to a sports channel, rugby this time. I knew pretty much nothing about it, but it looked intense.
What was Greg up to this morning anyway?
Julien didn’t seem very invested on the action though, he kept praising the food:
“Man, this is so good. The tomatoes add so much flavor to the meat, like they were made for each other.”
“Thanks, thanks.”
“No seriously, it’s delicious.”
His left hand came to rest on my right thigh.
“You’re a chef.”
His enthusiasm warmed my heart.
“If you say so. I’ll make it again sometime if you want.”
“Every day, dude!”
Right then his phone buzzed with a notification. Julien glanced at it quickly, and a slightly mischievous smile spread across his face.
“What is it?” I asked, suddenly a little anxious.
“Perfect.”
That was not exactly reassuring.
“Good news?”
“Yep.” His eyes were sparkling with excitement. “And it concerns you.”
Julien finished the rest of his plate in two bites, got up, and tossed a yogurt to me from the kitchen.
“Here, catch.”
“Oh… thanks.”
The idea of sharing food with my roommates was starting to grow on me.
“You’ll get a second fresh yogurt when I get back. Enjoy.”
Shit…
“I’ll be right back.”
Another wink, then he disappeared into his room.
For a moment I wondered what he was doing in there if he was supposedly in such a hurry to leave… but then I remembered he was still wearing his swim briefs. Though honestly, considering his semi-nudist habits, it wouldn’t have surprised me if he’d just walked outside like that on a warm day.
I was finishing the dishes when Julien slammed the apartment door open:
“Mission accomplished,” he announced triumphantly.
He walked over to me, sweating heavily in a sky-blue tank top, chest rising with each breath. His body scent quickly filled my nose.
“So… you’re OK?” I asked.
“Yep. Had to hurry. I had to pick this up.”
He held out a small cardboard box.
A box.
Sealed.
A package he had apparently had delivered.
“What is it?”
“Curious, huh?” he said with a big grin. “You’ll see. I’ll be waiting for you in my room.”
And he walked off again, right after giving my butt a playful smack.
It had basically become a habit now. He just couldn’t help himself.
And honestly… I was starting to enjoy those little gestures he had with me.
More and more.
After drying my hands, I slipped into Julien’s bedroom, making sure Adrien wasn’t looking, as if I were about to commit some kind of crime.
I closed the door behind me and moved toward the swimmer’s bed. That too was starting to become a habit.
He was at his desk. The package had clearly been opened, and bits of cardboard were scattered across the floor. I didn’t ask anything. I simply sat down on his bed, a little anxious about what was coming next.
“Well Steph, since you’ve officially become the apartment’s little slut, and you’re starting to get pretty good at sucking cock, I figured we could maybe try going a little further.”
Gulp.
Further how?
At that moment he proudly pulled out a small box, and I still didn’t quite understand where he was going with this.
What I didn’t realize, in fact, was that this little box was about to change my life.
Forever.
Questions were racing through my mind, but I tried to suppress them as best I could. Instead, he was the one asking them.
“Ever played with your asshole?”
Fuck…
Was he really going there?
“I… uh…”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell the others. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Well… I tried with a finger once, you know, just to see. But I didn’t really like it.”
Julien gave a small smile, almost sympathetic.
“I see. Then it’s time to kick things up a notch, Steph. Take off your pants, your boxer, and lie on your stomach.”
Shit… I hadn’t signed up for this.
I thought being at his service meant sucking him off from time to time. I had come to terms with that idea. Hell, I even wanted it right now.
But this… this hadn’t crossed my mind at all.
Sure, I’d tried stimulating myself with a finger or two before, in the shower. Some people say it can feel good, but honestly I hadn’t really liked it. It felt more strange than anything else — like messing with something that wasn’t meant to be touched.
But maybe if someone else was doing it…?
These thoughts ran through my head as I got into position, obeying the swimmer who seemed completely comfortable with all this.
“I ordered you a little gift, Steph. I think you’re gonna like it.”
His voice was calm, confident, even playful.
“A toy?”
“Yep. Apparently it’s perfect for starting to play with your ass. And I figured a little slut like you might need one.”
I swallowed.
“Let’s see here…”
I heard him unpack something from the box. Slowly, I removed my jeans and my boxer, then positioned myself the way he had told me, my ass exposed. For a moment I felt like I was at the doctor’s office. Honestly I was afraid to turn around, so I kept staring straight ahead.
“We’ll take it slow, okay? Let me just find the lubricant I used with...”
But he didn’t finish the sentence.
He rummaged around in the mess near his desk before suddenly exclaiming:
“Found it!”
Nervously, I felt his two powerful, hairless legs move around me, pressing into the mattress on either side.
Then he suddenly stopped, his hips only a few inches from my ass.
“Whoa… right. I forgot about that.”
“What?”
“For now it’s not a problem. But you’ll need to shave your ass for next time.”
Excuse me?
“Uh… what do you mean?”
“Well, you take a razor and some shaving foam and shave your ass hair. It’ll be way better without it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yep. Look, I shave everything down there. Admit it, it looks better like that.”
“Uh… yeah, it suits you.”
“If you want to play with your ass it’s much more practical. Think you can do it soon?”
“Uh… I’ve never done that before, man.”
He laughed. “Yeah, I can tell. But don’t worry, you’ll end up liking it.”
“Okay.”
“Tell me you’ll do it.” His tone suddenly became firmer.
“…Yes. I’ll do it.”
“Good!”
He smacked my ass, almost affectionately.
“Now spread your cheeks. I’m going to put some gel.”
Damn, this really felt like a visit to the proctologist.
Is this what prostate exams are like?
Honestly, I’d always been a little curious about whether someone could actually feel pleasure that way, but I had imagined trying it with my girlfriend someday — if she was into it. Not with my male roommate!
While he prepared something behind me, his legs pinning me in place so I couldn’t really move, I glanced at the clock on the bedside table.
1:30 PM.
Crap. I hope Adrien doesn’t think I don’t want to go to the museum with him anymore!
I actually want to see that exhibition !
It’s just that I’ve run into an unexpected complication involving that idiot Julien… and my butt!
“This is going to be cold.”
I felt two icy, slippery fingers settle into the crack of my ass.
“Spread more.”
I obeyed, my hands pulling my cheeks further apart to give him the best access possible.
“I’m going in. Relax.”
Easy for you to say, man ! You’re about to punch through my ass!
And I’m a virgin back there!
“Ohh…” I groaned, unable to control the sound that escaped my mouth, almost embarrassed by how high-pitched it was. “Hmmm!”
Two fingers, inside me, up to the first knuckles.
“Shhh, it’s okay Steph. Slowly, see?”
He waited for a moment.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
Then he pushed further, sliding his fingers several centimeters deeper in a long motion.
“Aaah.” This time it wasn’t a groan of embarrassment but of surprise. “Ahh shiiit, Julien.”
“Yeah… you’re starting to accept your submissive side. That’s good.”
His fingers brushed against a spot that instantly sent a jolt through my cock. I twitched. I had never felt anything like that before.
Could that be…?
The thing people talk about?
My prostate?
“So, do you like it?”
Hard to answer. It was so many new sensations all at once.
“Yeah… not as bad as I imagined.”
Julien slowly pulled his fingers out.
I thought it was over.
“Keep spreading, Steph. There you go. Like that.”
“And now?”
“Now you’re going to meet your new best friend.”
And I felt a cold object — plastic, firm but slightly flexible — press against my hole.
What the hell had I gotten myself into?
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