Julien was quick that time, really quick. I had the feeling it wasn’t just a serious morning hard-on driving him, but also the fact that he was getting his dick sucked right there in the middle of the living room. Then again, he was the one who’d first pushed things in the pool locker room… maybe he had a thing for risky situations.
Either way, when he said he was about to come, he didn’t even have to guide me onto his cock. I drove myself down on it, eager, impaling my mouth on him so he could fill my throat more easily.
“Yeah… breakfast is served, Steph. Swallow it all,” he said with a mocking little laugh.
I was so close to coming myself it was ridiculous: just a bit more stimulation and I would’ve blown in my pants.
He rewarded my effort with a heavy load, his cock pulsing again and again right at the back of my throat.
I wanted to take him even deeper, do more for him, but I was afraid I’d gag—or worse—if I pushed it. And the last thing I wanted that morning was to make a mess when we were both in a rush.
“Drink it all, cocksucker… that’s it,” he murmured, almost gently now, running a hand along the side of my head. “Doing so good.”
There was something so humiliating about it—and at the same time, strangely intimate. Him feeding me his release, and me swallowing it down greedily.
“Look at me while you drain my balls, Steph.”
I lifted my watery eyes to him.
I didn’t realize it in the moment, but whatever expression I had must’ve driven him wild, because his cock hardened even more in my mouth.
“That’s it… good girl, my little slut. Keep looking at me.”
I obeyed, feeling him tense again as more warm spurts hit the back of my throat.
At some point, I started to get a weird feeling: like when you’re being observed but you have no proof.
What if Adrien was right here?
I couldn’t turn my head towards his room though, but it was as if something was watching.
When he finally finished, he pulled out—his cock slick from my mouth—and gave it a few light shakes right over my face, using me to clean off the last of it.
“You’re getting really good at sucking dick, huh?” he said with a devastating grin. “You realize that, don’t you?”
I nodded, wide-eyed, still looking up at him. That seemed to light something in him—his gaze sharpened:
“I think you’re ready for the next step.”
The next step?
I didn’t dare say anything, just waited to see what he had in mind.
“Have you tried that toy I gave you again?”
Damn…
Of course he’d go there.
I shook my head, and he looked instantly annoyed.
“Then we’re gonna have to fix that. Trust me, it’s for your own good. I’d like to be able to get in there myself at some point, if you get what I mean. And taking my cock… well, you know that won’t be easy for you.”
Anyone walking into the living room at that moment would’ve thought we were having some surreal alien conversation—but no, this was real. And apparently, this was my life now.
And Julien was talking with a very serious tone now, as if he had prepared all this for quite some time now:
“So here’s what you’re gonna do,” he went on. “You’re taking it with you today. I’m not asking you to wear it all day—yet—but I want you to try it out during breaks. Bathroom, whatever. And tonight, you tell me how it went. Got it?”
I nodded.
At that exact moment, I jolted on the couch—I hadn’t even recovered from Julien’s last “feeding session,” his cum still dripping from my chin.
Someone was opening the front door.
And not just anyone : I could tell from the heavy footsteps entering the living room, from the loud breathing.
Greg.
Why now?
Weren’t you supposed to be at work? Or training—or whatever?
And that idiot Julien was still right in front of me, totally relaxed.
He’s going to see us, for fuck’s sake!
The swimmer was planted there, blocking my way out completely. The table to my right trapped me in, the wall on my left boxed me in with the couch.
I was cornered.
“Well, look who’s back,” Julien said casually.
He did that on purpose ?
Greg froze for a second, silent, then sniffed the air.
“Wow… you too, huh?”
He dropped his bag in the hallway.
Too late to deny anything now.
Anyway, it was obvious that—
A thin string of fluid was still connecting me to that bastard swimmer’s dick.
“What do you mean, ‘you too’?” Julien asked, scratching one of his balls like it was nothing.
“And to think he made a whole scene when I told him he was gay,” Greg sighed. “Look at him now.”
Yeah… this was surreal to me too.
“Man, you have no idea. This is the gayest mate I’ve ever lived with. No need to look further. He’s insatiable.”
Are you fucking kidding me?
“Wait… he sucked you right here? In the living room?” Greg asked, genuinely curious, though still keeping his distance.
“Yup. Guess he couldn’t wait till tonight.”
The worst thing was that he was partially right.
“You guys already have your little routines?” The rugby player walked slowly into the kitchen, passing by us like nothing was happening.
“Not really. But we’ll get there.”
And then... of course!
I heard a door open down the hallway.
Fuck.
From the corridor where my room was… right across from Adrien’s.
Everyone was up.
Julien finally showed a hint of decency and pulled his boxer back up—slowly, though. Taking his time to guide his drained cock back inside, adjusting it carefully so it wouldn’t hang out like before.
Footsteps.
“What’s going on here?”
Fuck fuck fuck!
“Julien was just enjoying himself in the living room with Steph. No shame,” Greg said with a sigh.
“Hey, he’s the one who came begging,” Julien shot back, winking at me.
The bastard.
I turned my head—Adrien was there, in his boxers, clearly just out of bed.
“You guys are loud as hell this early.”
“Y-you heard?” I asked him, anxious.
He looked at me with half-sleepy eyes… and maybe something else.
“Some of it.”
Jesus… I was completely screwed.
BURP.
Greg dropped his bottle onto the kitchen counter and scratched the back of his neck.
“Alright, I didn’t want to do this but…”
He grabbed a fork and tapped it against the bottle like he was calling a meeting:
“Roommate council!”
“What?”
“Now?” Julien asked. “We’re gonna be late.”
Greg stepped forward.
“This won’t take long.”
Shit.
This felt serious.
“There’s something we need to sort out. Right now.”
So that was the famous roommate council.
Apparently, it meant everyone had to be there—sitting in the living room, with something to drink. And even if it felt like Greg had just made it up on the spot, the others clearly knew the drill.
They handed me a glass of water, sat me right in the middle of the couch, and before I knew it, Julien and Adrien were on either side of me. Greg stood in front, massive as ever, hands resting on his hips.
I had so much trouble trying to hide my own boner, surrounded by those bulky dudes.
“Gentlemen, I think it’s time we had a talk.”
Gulp.
What was going to happen to me?
Was this it? Was I getting kicked out?
Greg was clearly planning something important.
“Yeah… it’s getting a bit awkward,” Adrien admitted quietly.
“Exactly. I don’t like things happening behind my back. You get me?”
“There’s nothing special going on,” Julien said, almost defensive.
I didn’t dare say a word.
“Don’t play dumb. We just saw you in the living room, and Adrien probably heard everything.”
“I didn’t dare leave my room,” Adrien added.
“I… I’m sorry,” I said, genuinely ashamed.
So that’s why I’d felt watched. Adrien must’ve been stuck in his room, unable to move.
That’s even worse than I thought.
“No need to apologize. We just need clarity,” Greg continued, dead serious. “If stuff’s happening in the apartment, we need to know.”
Julien shrugged.
“It’s nothing crazy. He just sucked me off in the living room.”
“Yeah, but I bet it’s not the first time,” Greg shot back instantly. “When I bring a girl over, I let you guys know in the group chat. And I don’t fuck her in the bloody living room.”
I almost wanted to say that he’d used me too.
Once, sure—but still.
“Wait, so you want me to text the group every time hes sucking the dick?” Julien raised an eyebrow. “That’s gonna get annoying.”
Adrien shifted a bit, clearly uncomfortable, but still nowhere near as much as me.
“Hey, it can just be something vague. Like, ‘Hey, I’m gonna be busy with Steph tonight in my room.’”
Fuck…
He was in on it too?
“Adrien’s right. Use a code or something,” Greg added.
Julien shrugged again.
“If that reassures you guys… fine.” Then he flashed me a grin and winked. “You got something to say? You’ve been quiet.”
“I… I’m sorry again, Adrien.”
“It’s okay, man,” he said. “But I have something to admit.”
Oh no.
Silence fell over the room, like someone was about to give a speech in a lecture hall.
“Guess it’s the best moment to tell you guys. OK. I kinda wanted to… explore with guys. And Steph seemed into that too. So… you do whatever you want mates—that’s none of my business. But I…” He ran a hand through his messy hair, just like the night before when he’d looked lost. “I’d like to have some time with Steph too.”
Excuse me?
“Oh, I knew it!” Julien laughed. “You two came back tipsy last night. What happened?”
“Tch.” Greg’s voice cut in, cold. “I figured as much.”
“Was it that obvious?” Adrien asked. “We didn’t do anything special. Just… got a bit worked up, cuddled a little.”
“Oh, that’s almost cute,” Greg smirked.
“So wait, guys—everyone’s had their turn with Steph already?” Julien laughed again. “Holy shit.”
He turned to me, eyes gleaming.
“One week and you’ve already wrecked the whole apartment.”
“Are you serious right now?” I snapped, genuinely offended. “You’re the one who started this.”
“You’re turning everyone, I swear.”
“Bet you’re the one who corrupted him,” Adrien said. “As usual.”
“Alright, that’s enough!” Greg’s deep voice cut through everything, instantly shutting Julien up.
“We’re going to have to organize this.”
What the hell did that even mean?
“Why are you making this complicated? Everything was fine before you showed up.”
“I’m making it complicated so it doesn’t turn into a mess like this. So here’s what we’re doing... we’re adding a new rules to the apartment board. Got it?”
“OK!” I answered immediately, like a soldier.
Adrien nodded right after.
“To avoid what happened this morning, here’s the deal: if anyone’s doing anything with Steph, it happens in their room—or his. Not in shared spaces. Clear?”
“Clear,” Adrien said.
I was still trying to process all of this.
“Hold on, Big G,” Julien said. “That’s all well and good, but does that mean I have to share Steph with Curvy?”
Greg shrugged.
“And maybe with me too.”
Gulp.
“So what do you think, Steph?” Julien asked. “Seems like sharing doesn’t bother you much already.”
“Yeah… speak up,” Greg added.
All eyes turned to me.
Three roommates.
Three different worlds.
And somehow… I was the one tying them all together.
My life had turned into something unreal.
I wiped the last traces of fluid from around my mouth, cleared my throat, still feeling how much of Julien’s release lingered there.
“I think…”
I exhaled.
“I think we’re gonna need more than just one new rule.”
END OF THE SECOND ACT OF
HOW I BECAME MY ROOMMATES’ SLUT
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