I gripped my blond roommate’s hard shaft with both hands, covering its slick length while letting the head jut out toward my mouth. I wanted it—badly, almost desperately—and I leaned in, closing the distance to taste it.
Right away, the slow drip of precum from the tip spread across my tongue, sharp and unmistakable. I doubled down, catching every new bead of that sticky fluid as it gathered and fell, now coming at a steady rhythm.
He’s just as turned on as I am, that idiot swimmer.
I kept lapping at the head, eager, determined to do it right.
“Yeah… that’s perfect, babe. Make your master feel good.”
In that moment, I really did feel owned by his body.s Like some obedient dog desperate to please. And the thing was—it didn’t feel bad. Not at all. If anything, I was starting to enjoy the taste of him, the feel of him, to the point where the idea of being his eager little submissive, proud to suck him off, didn’t even feel strange anymore.
Because that’s what it was becoming.
Me—his thing. Julien’s. And maybe the others’, too.
I looked up at him. His confident grin just kept growing.
“Damn, you look like such a slut when you stare at me like that, Steph. Maybe I should—”
He hesitated, caught between breaths, low groans slipping from his half-open mouth.
But he stopped himself. Like he didn’t dare cross some new line just yet.
“Keep looking at me and suck the tip, locker-room slut. Yeah… like that.”
Good thing no one was in the nearby stalls. Julien had this annoying habit of talking way too much—and way too loudly—especially when he started spouting that kind of filthy shit.
Anyone could’ve figured out what was going on anyway, with the wet, obscene sounds I couldn’t help making as I worked his cock, lips wrapped around that thick head.
God, it tastes so good.
I want this more often.
And just thinking that sent butterflies through my stomach.
Why does it feel this good?
Why am I getting butterflies over a cock?
That’s supposed to happen when you’re into a girl—not when you’re thinking about a guy’s dick, fuck…
Swallow.
What if I’m actually falling for it?
No. That’s ridiculous.
“Good. You’re getting better and better at this, my slut.”
His praise only made the heat coil tighter in my stomach—and made me harder too, my own cock straining against my too-tight red swim briefs.
“Take it out,” he suddenly said. “I want you to come while you’re sucking me. Remember? We’re training you to link pleasure with serving me.”
Julien really had a twisted way of thinking. But deep down, I could already feel it working. I was slipping into it—into the idea of serving him—and liking it.
“You’re already dripping, babe,” he added with a laugh when he saw me pull myself free.
And I thought back to that time in the bathroom… the way I’d come just from prostate stimulation. He’d been in my head even then. Or the time I’d sucked him while having the toy inside me.
“We’re gonna try something,” he went on. “Keep sucking me—but don’t touch yourself. Got it?”
The more time passed, the more control he had over me.
“Knead my balls—you know I like that, slut.”
I nodded, meeting his eyes, then moved one hand down to his smooth, heavy balls, massaging them slowly, carefully.
“Take me deeper while you pump with your other hand,” he ordered. “Yeah. That’s it. You need to learn how to multitask, babe.”
Easy for you to say.
I still had a lot to learn when it came to rhythm and coordination, but I focused—stroking him while pushing my mouth further down, his head now filling most of it.
“Good. Better.”
He told me to slow down, then go deeper. Eventually he even had me take my hand off him so my mouth could sink further. The whole time, he didn’t grab my head like he sometimes did—he let me do it myself. And somehow that made it more intense, because every time I gagged when he got too close to my throat, it was on me.
Sometimes I’d forget his balls, and he’d remind me with a light slap on my cheek.
“What, forgetting my balls now? They need attention too. Don’t play favorites.”
Not really knowing what to do with my free hand, I let it drift over his smooth legs, massaging his thigh now and then. Strong, hairless—so different from a girl’s, even without the hair. It was almost fascinating. Beautiful in a strange way, like some kind of sculpted ideal.
“Alright… now breathe properly. Get ready. Tighten up and try to push my cock into your throat. Think you can do that?”
W… what?
I looked up at him, confused.
A deepthroat?
Like in porn?
I’m not built for that…
That’s gotta take practice, right?
“Don’t be scared, my little sucker,” he said, almost amused. “I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”
- - -
I followed the swimmer’s instructions—he clearly seemed to know better than I did what he was doing. So I clenched my left fist, the one that wasn’t busy massaging his heavy, hanging balls, took a deep breath… and went down.
His cock was really long, and around three-quarters of the way in, I immediately felt that familiar rejection reflex kick in. I gagged on him.
Not the most pleasant feeling, I had to admit.
“It’s okay, you just have to get used to it,” Julien reassured me. “Clench your fist tighter—but this time, around your own dick.”
He wants me to…?
Then again, it fit perfectly with his twisted logic—getting me off while I was sucking him.
“Touch yourself, yeah, like that,” he encouraged, and it was driving me crazy. “Stroke your little cock while you take me all the way.”
Little?
I blushed even harder.
Who the hell does he think he is?
Yeah, okay, you’ve got a long dick, asshole—but I’m doing just fine myself!
I’d make him hear about it later.
“You’re gonna be so happy the first time you take all of me, baby. Just once.”
He really talked to me like I was a girl—and somehow, that only fed that strange feeling inside me, being both humiliated and turned on at the same time.
“Open wide, breathe properly, and go down, beautiful.”
I nodded, then obeyed, already dreading the next gag reflex.
“When it hits, don’t pull out all at once—keep me in your mouth and try to swallow, relax. It’ll pass.”
Easy for him to say.
Going down to three-quarters had become manageable, but forcing the rest of him in was something else entirely. His slick, leaking tip pressed against the back of my mouth. I tried to hold him there as long as I could, my body twitching.
“Easy, Steph. You can do it,” he murmured now, his voice softer, almost soothing—and it helped, more than I expected.
I pushed myself further, feeling the entrance of my throat slowly relax.
And then his cock started to move—deliberately—pushing deeper.
Julien was helping me.
While I struggled not to pull away, his hard tip pressing dangerously close to my gag reflex, something shifted. The moment smoothed out.
I felt his hands on my head, settling there, guiding me with gentle pressure.
“We’re gonna get there, beautiful,” he growled. “Just a little more.”
I let go of his balls and grabbed onto his leg instead, bracing myself, putting most of my weight against him. He didn’t even budge. My eyes widened as I felt the force of him pushing deeper, forcing my throat to give.
And just when I thought nothing would ever get past that tight, sensitive barrier—
POP.
I felt his tip slip somewhere it had no business being.
Like something inside me had just opened the wrong way. Like a boundary I wasn’t supposed to cross had just been broken.
Like I’d been opened from the front—up top—losing some kind of virginity I didn’t even know I had.
My throat had just been penetrated.
I could feel the head of his cock buried deep in my throat—and still going.
Like it had no end.
Like it was sliding down into my neck.
Broken, choked sounds spilled out of me—honestly, it was embarrassing. The kind of noises someone makes when they’re choking, suffocating—and I wasn’t far from it.
Julien was literally choking me with his cock.
“Yeah, that’s it, slut. Fuck yes! You did it!” There was pure euphoria in his voice. “Fuck, that feels so good!”
My eyes rolled back, my throat burning, tears welling up—but at the same time, something else surged through me.
A rush. A high.
The thrill of something completely new. Of pushing past limits.
I felt like such a slut in that moment.
And then I felt it.
It was building.
Fast.
I grabbed my own dick between my shaking legs and started pumping frantically.
It didn’t even take ten seconds before I moaned—muffled, ridiculous sounds with his cock still lodged in my throat—and came all over the shower wall.
“Fuck yeah! That’s it, baby! Cum for me!”
“Ghh… mmh… nghh…”
With every spurt, my whole body trembled, more tears spilling from my eyes.
“That’s my girl!”
“Gluck… ngh—”
It was overwhelming. So intense. So humiliating—cumming with another guy’s cock buried deep in my throat.
My body just couldn’t handle it. It gave in completely. I’d never come that hard before.
“So fucking hot…”
Then his hands on my head pulled me back, letting his massive cock slide out of my throat with another obscene sound.
PLOP.
I coughed. And coughed again. And again.
Precum dripped from my mouth down between my legs while I was still finishing, my vision blurred by tears.
I couldn’t see a thing.
- - -
I was lost in a thick, humid haze, disoriented—the smell of my own cum starting to rise to my nose, my ears filled with the sounds of Julien moving above me. He was probably jerking himself off right over my head now, turned on by the sight of me spilling myself while his cock had just been down my throat—right at the level of my vocal cords, probably (what do I even know, I’m not a biologist… I should ask Adrien).
He sounded close. Really close. His breathing shifted, deeper, rougher—like the kind of strained, guttural moan you’d hear from a porn actor right before a massive release.
And I wasn’t disappointed.
“Fuck… I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his voice thick with need. “Open up, slut.”
I barely had time to open my mouth in front of his cock when, at the exact same moment, my last weak spurt slipped out between my thighs—pathetic compared to what came next.
Julien’s first blast hit like a wave of molten heat, fired deep into the back of my mouth with insane force.
Holy shit.
It was so powerful it made me gag again, like he’d punched straight into my throat with his cum.
His shots were so much stronger than mine.
And so much heavier.
And there was so much of his cum !
That first burst filled my mouth—and barely a second later, another followed, adding even more.
“Ghh—don’t swallow yet, baby,” he ordered. “Keep it in your mouth… Ghh—!”
Fuck, what is he planning now?
I obeyed.
I didn’t have a choice.
I couldn’t see anything, my eyes still flooded with tears. I just had to take it—his cum filling my mouth, my eyes shut tight, my hands gripping his strong legs to steady myself, my head tilted back like I was receiving some kind of offering.
And honestly… that’s what it felt like.
He kept cumming into my open mouth, again and again, aiming perfectly each time, filling it more and more with thick, hot semen. This time, I noticed right away—the taste was different.
Stronger. More bitter. Closer to Greg’s.
Did everyone taste different?
Does food really change it?
What did I know—I was just discovering all this.
Still… I think I preferred his usual taste. Softer. Less intense.
This was almost too much.
“Ghh… keep it all in your mouth, beautiful. I’ll tell you when to swallow.”
Shit… my mouth was going to overflow.
There was so much I was scared I’d spill it. I tilted my head back even further, just to be safe.
When he finally finished draining himself, my swimmer tapped my cheek lightly. I could hear the grin in his voice.
“Good girl. Perfect. You’ve got plenty to eat today. You feel how good you made me feel?”
I didn’t dare answer. Didn’t even nod. I didn’t want to waste a single drop.
Why the hell am I thinking like that?
“Wait a little longer.”
I’m not going to last.
My mouth was exhausted.
My eyes were burning—I needed to rub them so bad.
And I needed to swallow.
“Just a bit more. Let the taste settle.”
Yeah, trust me, I couldn’t miss it.
What the hell did you eat today for it to taste this strong?
Same breakfast as your rugby buddy or what?
I’m gonna—
“Now.”
Right as I was about to break, he gave me the signal.
GLUP.
Relief.
A thick mouthful of cum slid down my throat. I could feel it travel lower, spreading warmth through my body.
But there was still more.
So I swallowed again.
And again.
Three big gulps in total.
Now that I thought about it, it felt different from Greg’s too.
Less thick. More fluid. Easier to swallow.
“Good job. That’s it. Good girl,” Julien praised, like he always did.
Finally, I wiped the tears from my eyes and blinked my vision clear.
Fuck, that felt good.
I sniffed a few times too, almost like some of it had gotten up my nose (even though it hadn’t), and I had to clear my throat—I could still feel the trace of him there.
He’d left his mark.
For real.
And there was only one question in my head now.
One that had been growing louder for the past few minutes.
What did Adrien taste like?
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