“I’m starting to have feelings for you.”
Adrien’s face went crimson, a deep red creeping from his neck to his ears, his breath hitching as he glanced down at his throbbing dick, then back at me, uncertainty twisting his shy features.
Yeah, maybe it was not the best timing for this confession, but hey, I was still new to all this.
“I... I don't know, Steph,” he moaned softly, voice cracking, his hips twitching involuntarily, making that curved beast bob, “This is... fuck, thank you I guess, I don’t know what to say, ghh...”
Another moan escaped, low and uncertain, his body betraying him as pre-cum beaded at the slit.
“Never had a guy confess to me like that,” a slight grin appeared on his face, “that’s pretty hot, not gonna lie.”
“You don't have to give me an answer yet. Just relax,” I murmured, sliding closer, my hand wrapping around his thick base, feeling the heat pulse under my fingers. “You don't have to do anything. I've got this, let me take care of you.”
He nodded jerkily, biting his lip, eyes squeezing shut as I started jerking him slowly, my grip firm and deliberate.
This cock is really beautiful, even with the odd curve.
Just makes it all the more unique to me.
The skin peeled back on that massive mushroom head with each upstroke, exposing the sensitive ridge, then sliding down to bunch at the flare, the motion slick with his leaking pre-cum. Up and down, agonizingly slow, watching the cap swell and shine, the curve making it hard to measure straight.
Fuck, it felt endless in my hand.
The dense pubes were tickling my wrist like a forbidden forest, a realm I was eager to explore.
Adrien's moans grew ragged, his chest heaving, that crimson flush deepening as I cupped his furry balls with my other hand, massaging the heavy sack gently.
My attention to his balls seemed to have an immediate effect on him:
“Shit… feels so good.” His eyes opened again, as if he was studying me. “You like my balls too?”
I should give Adrien some confidence, looks like he needs it.
“Yeah, they’re pretty big and they look tasty.”
“Tasty?”
They were low-hanging, covered in the same thick hair, warm and full, rolling under my palm as I squeezed lightly, calming his nerves with confident strokes.
“See? Just feel it,” I said, thumb circling the base where shaft met balls, tugging the skin to heighten the pull.
He shuddered, thighs tensing, his curious straight-guy hesitation cracking under the building pleasure, hips bucking faintly into my fist. I couldn't resist anymore—leaning down, I took that big mushroom head fully into my mouth, lips stretching wide around the pronounced cap, the odd shape filling me completely.
“Ah!” Adrien made a genuine cry of surprise as I got his glans in my mouth. “Steph...”
It was thick, the curve pushing it upwards and I quickly felt his salty pre-cum flooding my taste buds as I swirled around the flare.
God this tastes good.
Adrien shuddered hard, his whole body jolting, a deep moan ripping from his throat:
“Fuck,” he gasped, hands fisting the sheets, crimson face twisting in overwhelmed ecstasy. “Yeah...”
I’m gonna milk you so bad Adrien.
Just like you deserve.
I swirled my tongue around that fat mushroom head one more time, savoring the tang of his pre-cum coating my mouth, before pushing forward, determined to take more of his cock.
Tilting my head down, I angled my neck to match that strong upward curve, lips sliding inch by inch over the veiny shaft, the coarse pubes scraping my chin as I descended.
Fuck, he was carrying a real beast!
It was stretching my jaw wider and wider with each attempt, the ridge of the glans dragging along my inner cheeks, filling me so completely I could feel every pulse throbbing against my tongue.
My right hand gripped his hip steady on the side and dug into his pale skin to keep him from bucking too wild while he lay there on his back, moaning in raw ecstasy. My other hand was needed to steady myself and help me go further down.
Bouncing on it was a bitch—the curve made it awkward as hell, like trying to deepthroat a goddamn hook!
I bobbed my head up and down the better I could, trying to find the right angle, sucking hard on the way up to create that wet vacuum pull, then plunging back, my saliva dripping down the shaft to soak his hairy balls.
“Ghh… Steph.”
Each drop stretched my throat's entrance, the glans nudging right up against it, teasing the tight ring of muscle that clenched instinctively. Julien had trained me to take it even further not a long time ago, it was time to show Adrien how well I could take cock.
I gave Adrien one last challenging look, as if to tell him to prepare for what was coming, before I took my position.
I crouched forward more, knees digging into the mattress, before plunging deep, impaling my throat with his glands.
GLURG
“Shit! Steph, you’re ok?”
I heard genuine panic in his voice.
Adrien was truly concerned about my well-being; it was almost sweet.
The thick head was shoving past my gag reflex too fast, choking me with its girth. Spit bubbled out around my lips and my eyes started watering as I pulled back coughing, strings of saliva connecting my mouth to his glistening cock.
It wasn't even all of him: I'd barely hit two-third, the curve blocking the full slide, leaving inches of his veiny meat untouched, twitching in the cool air.
Adrien's eyes were wide open, panic flashing across his flushed face as he bolted up on his elbows, hands hovering like he wanted to pull me off:
“Did I hurt you? Fuck, I didn't mean...” His voice cracked, breath coming in sharp pants, that shy straight-guy worry kicking in hard. “Answer me.”
I had to cough a little more to clear my throat first, which made him even more preoccupied.
“Don’t worry.” Cough. “I’m fine. You’re so big.
His proud cock was bobbing untouched right before my eyes, even harder now, with some purple veins bulging all around.
“You don’t have to man.” He said, a bit relaxed. “You can go slower.”
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, grinning up at him through the haze:
“Just focus on yourself, Adrien. Let me make you feel good. I really want this.” I squeezed his thigh reassuringly.
I dove back down, my lips sealing around the head again, sucking with urgent pulls to calm him. He collapsed back with a groan, but his body tensed and I felt his cock stiffening like steel in my mouth, the shaft swelling thicker against my tongue.
Can you get harder than this?
Fuck.
His balls tightened under my palm as I massaged them, drawing them up close, warm and heavy, the hair matted with sweat and spit.
Oops, I know that sign.
All too well.
“Oh god, Steph... it's... fuck, it's too much,” he panted harder, hips jerking involuntarily, that crimson blush turning him into a sweating mess.
Shit, that was fast.
But I’m gonna get my reward.
I plunged even harder on his dick, trying to fit his giant cockhead into my throat.
Panic edged his moans again:
“Wait, fuuuck!”
My reward yeah.
“I never… had an orgasm from oral. What should I do Steph?”
Give it to me.
“Shit... I can't—ah!”
He was so lost, thrashing his head side to side, fists white-knuckling the sheets, the uncertainty making it all the hotter to blow him, to push this shy guy over the edge.
His cock grew impossibly harder, the curve arching deeper into my throat as I plunged down one last time, ignoring the burn in my jaw.
Cum from me Adrien!
I knew he was about to explode: the way his balls drew up tight, the frantic twitches, the desperate whines.
I want to taste it so bad!
Then it hit: his scream ripped out, raw and unfiltered, body arching off the bed as the first wave of hot cum flooded my mouth. Thick, creamy ropes blasted against my tongue, filling me in seconds. It was thick and a bit sugary, almost like honey, in a weird way.
Fuck, he tastes so good!
Like way better than the others!
Because of the weird angle I needed to maintain, his nectar quickly spilled past my lips as I swallowed greedily, my mouth working around the pulsing head to take it all.
“Holy sh...”
I gagged a bit at some point but held, impressing him with the deep plunge, my nose tickled by his pubes, inhaling the musky scent while his cock was erupting inside of me.
But there was too much: after a few seconds, I withdrew, pulling off with a wet pop, strings of cum and spit linking us. His cock pumped wildly in my hand as I jerked the base, admiring the sight:
Now he was cumming in a different way: less like an effusive volcano, more like high-pressured jets. I could feel the pressure building from the base of his penis.
I watched the show, mouth agape.
“FUCK!”
It was one the most impressive things I had ever seen in my life.
Straight jets of hot seed shooting so so high, arcing almost to the ceiling of my bedroom, before splattering down on his abs, his chest, even hitting my head. At some point it looked like it was raining on us.
He screamed louder, his body convulsing:
“Fuck! Steph—oh shit!” Lost in it, thighs quaking, the last spurts oozing from the slit, coating his hairy shaft in white as it softened slightly, still twitching.
I licked my lips, tasting him (and it tastes so so good), my heart racing from the thrill.
Adrien panted, eyes glazed, staring at me like I'd unlocked something forbidden:
“Fuck man… that was insane,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Yeah… your cum is amazing dude.
A minute passed, were were saying nothing, until he let out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh:
“Wow.”
That wasn’t exactly reassuring.
“You enjoyed it?” I asked, half-wincing.
“Fuck, I never came so hard. It’s just…” He ran a hand through his hair, clearly thrown off. “I didn’t expect that.”
“Yeah, me neither,” I admitted.
He looked back at me, softer this time:
“Was afraid you wouldn’t like my cock. And that I just couldn’t cum from a guy at first, you know?” he said, cautious. “But you seemed so into it. Made the whole thing so much hotter.”
Well…
I’m really into you Adrien.
The more I think about it, the more it’s clear in my head.
I hesitated, suddenly shy again:
“I truly like you Adrien. And I loved blowing you.” I said slowly. “that was legit awesome to see you cumming everywhere. Look at the mess.”
He laughed with me:
“Fuck, guess you’re right. Sorry for ruining you sheets man,” he said. “Plus you swallowed some of it.”
I paused, feeling my face warm up:
“Yeah… loved the taste too.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously,” I echoed, amused, licking up some of his cum that had landed on his thighs.
“So you do like cum?” He asked, fascinated.
I shrugged, trying to play it off:
“I’m being honest. I like yours a lot. Didn’t think I would say that one day but yeah. Kinda grew on me.”
There was a small silence, but it wasn’t heavy.
Adrien looked down for a second, then back up at me, something softer in his expression.
“You know…” he said quietly, “I like the idea of you having a crush on me.”
I blinked:
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.” He let out a small breath, like he was still wrapping his head around it. “And… it feels good. Think I needed that somehow.”
Something in my chest loosened.
“Good then,” I said, a bit more quietly.
He looked at me again, not as uncertain this time, but not entirely steady either. Like desire and confusion were still tangled together, just… less overwhelming now.
“I’m still a bit lost, though,” he admitted.
“Me too,” I said with a small smile. “But that was fun, right?”
“More than that Steph. That was insane.”
- - -
I slipped out of my room quietly, trying not to overthink what had just happened.
My head was still buzzing.
Adrien.
Me.
That kiss.
That confession.
The blowjob.
And the eruption.
Yeah… no, I was definitely not equipped for this kind of emotional plot twist on a random evening.
I grabbed a few tissues from the kitchen, then headed to the bathroom, catching my reflection in the mirror. My face was still a bit flushed, my hair a mess. I looked like someone who had just made questionable life decisions.
Or very good ones.
Still unclear.
I dabbed at my face, splashed a bit of cold water, trying to reset my brain.
Okay Steph, breathe. You didn’t die. You said you like him. He didn’t run away. That’s already a win. Plus he seemed to love being sucked off, that’s a huge plus.
I dried my hands, took one last look at myself… and nearly jumped when I opened the door.
Greg.
Right there in the hallway.
Tank top. Shorts. Arms crossed. Looking… not exactly happy.
Also not exactly calm.
He was staring at me like he’d been waiting.
“Oh—uh… hey,” I said, instantly on edge. “You need something?”
He shifted his weight, jaw tightening slightly:
“I was about to knock on your door,” he said.
Well fuck.
Why is there always a roommate ready to fuck around with me?
That did not help my heart rate.
“Yeah?” I tried to sound casual. “Why? I thought you had… company. Where’s Jade?”
At that, he let out a low grunt, somewhere between annoyance and dismissal.
“Yeah. Well. She left.”
Oh.
“That fast?” I blurted before I could stop myself.
Greg shot me a look:
“Not my best night,” he muttered.
Okay. Abort sarcasm. Abort immediately.
“Sorry,” I added quickly.
He shrugged, but there was something off about it. Less confidence. More… irritation.
Silence stretched for a second.
Then another.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t leave.
Just stood there, looking at me in that way, like he was thinking, calculating, deciding something.
Oh.
Oh no.
Steph, don’t panic.
This is fine.
This is just Greg.
Big rugby guy.
Slightly intimidating.
Occasionally terrifying.
Just tell him you’re busy right now.
He’ll understand.
“…You needed something?” I repeated, a bit more cautiously.
He hesitated. Actually hesitated.
That was new.
“I just…” He stopped, rubbed the back of his neck, clearly annoyed at himself now. “Whatever.”
Right. Subtle as a brick.
He wanted to hang out.
Or… more than hang out.
I shifted awkwardly.
“Hey, uh… it’s a bit late,” I said, trying to keep it light. “I was actually about to… turn in.”
Greg’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Is it Julien?” he asked, blunt as ever.
Straight to the point. Of course.
I shook my head.
“No.”
A pause.
Then, because lying felt… wrong, somehow:
“Adrien.”
That landed.
I saw it immediately—the flicker in his expression. Not anger exactly. Not even surprise.
Just… frustration.
“Right,” he said shortly.
Another silence.
He looked at me for a second longer, like he might say something else. Like he was weighing it.
Then he exhaled through his nose, stepped back.
“Yeah. Sure.”
And just like that, he turned and walked off toward his room.
Door closing a bit harder than necessary.
I stayed there in the hallway for a moment, tissues still in hand, staring at nothing.
Well.
I truly hope Greg won’t make a scene out of this moment later.
I knew he had his match coming soon and he needed stress relief, but this was just bad timing.
Adrien was still in my bed, probably dreaming right now.
I rubbed the back of my neck.
Congratulations Steph.
You now have: one emotionally vulnerable biologist, one intense swimmer who wants to see you all shaved, and one frustrated rugby player.
This was nor your regular love triangle, it was a full contact sport and I had to keep up.
I sighed, then glanced back toward my room.
Adrien would be mine tonight at least.
And somehow, knowing that reassured me.
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