“Are you serious?”
“Yeah… why?”
Julien looked genuinely thrown off, almost disappointed, and just like that his usual playful edge dropped.
“That’s… kind of cute, actually.”
“Uh…” At first I almost told him to screw off, but I could tell he wasn’t joking. “Thanks… I guess. Didn’t think I’d ever say stuff like that.”
The grin came back to his face:
“So you’re saving yourself for your favorite, hum? I knew it, something’s different with him. Guess he needs that kind of stuff anyway.”
My cheeks heated up. I didn’t really deny it.
“Hey, I just want to take my time and do things right.”
“After everything I’ve shown you, you’re denying me access to your hole?”
“Yeah.”
My honest answer seemed to really surprise him, because he didn’t say anything for a few seconds.
“Damn, you’re demanding, for the house slut.” His strong hand slid over my ass. “So now we’re playing favorites with that Curvy guy, huh?”
While he talked, his fingers traced over my tense cheeks, and I couldn’t help arching my back under his touch. Even if Julien could be pushy with sex, he knew exactly how to make me shiver.
Then suddenly...
SMACK
“Here, take that.”
He’d just spanked me, and I couldn’t stop the surprised yelp that escaped me.
“You know you’re gonna frustrate me, girl,” he went on, rubbing my hips and sides again. “You deserve a little punishment, don’t you?”
“Oh yeah?” I asked, playing innocent.
What the hell is happening to me?
“Yeah, I think so.”
SMACK
“Do you like it when your Julien spanks you like that?”
SMACK
“Ahh!”
Damn, he hit hard.
But the sting of his hand had something deeply humiliating about it…
And exciting.
“So? You like it?”
“Uh… yeah.”
“Didn’t hear you.”
SMACK
“Yesss…” I almost begged.
“That’s better.”
Julien started a full rhythm, slapping each cheek one after the other, shifting his position with one knee on the bed so it framed my ass. He wasn’t holding back: his palms landed hard.
SMACK
“Take that!”
No one had ever spanked me like this before (hell, not even my parents) and the fact that he did it so naturally was almost unsettling. Had he done this to other girls… or just in general?
SMACK
“Aaah…” I let out as the blows got stronger.
Every now and then, his hands would soften, turning gentle, stroking, massaging my sore thighs and cheeks.
“Your ass is all red, babe,” he chuckled. “Looks good on you.”
Of course it does, you asshole.
Also…
Babe?
“Since I can’t take your virginity, slut, we’re gonna get you ready, okay?”
Get me ready?
A dozen questions fired through my head.
What was he planning now?
And why was he reacting like that to the fact that I wanted to save myself for Adrien?
“Move. I’ll lie down on the bed,” he ordered.
I obeyed, stepping aside so he could take my place. He stretched out on his back, all swimmer’s build and confidence and motioned for me to climb up too over him.
I tried to go face to face with him but he quickly stopped me:
“No… the other way.”
Shit. What is he up to?
“I want your red ass right in front of me, slut.”
Gulp.
Oh… a sixty-nine?
I’d tried it once or twice with girls.
But with this horny swimmer, it was definitely going to be something else.
I climbed over him, straddling his athletic body, not entirely sure how to position myself.
“Move your ass back a bit.”
“Ah… okay.” I shifted a few inches.
“Now lower yourself. I need access to your hole.”
Gulp.
Wait… he wasn’t going to…
I did as told, and suddenly I felt both his hands grab my still-sensitive cheeks, spreading them open with a hunger I hadn’t fully seen from him yet.
“Snack time!” he declared.
Oh god...
And then his tongue pressed right against my asshole. The contact shocked me so much I shivered.
Holy shit…
Naively, I’d thought he’d use this position to take my cock in his mouth—mine was already hard, pre-cum starting to leak—but of course, Julien had something else in mind. He wasn’t into my cock, he was after my ass and only that.
The bastard was eating me out. And he was so into it.
“Mmh… not bad,” he murmured. “Actually… better than the last pussy I had.”
Was he seriously reviewing the taste of my ass like that? Like I wasn’t even there?
Between each pass of his tongue, his fingers dug deeper into my flesh, gripping hard, like he wanted to leave marks.
“Nice salty note,” he went on.
I had to admit: his obsession with my ass was insanely arousing. No one had ever wanted my body this much. Especially not that part of it. Usually it’s associated with something dirty, something gross—not exactly erotic, especially for guys. And yet somehow, he was making it feel unbelievably hot.
“I’m gonna prep your pussy for your boyfriend, babe,” Julien laughed. “So he can take your virginity properly.”
Fuuuck.
That sent legit butterflies everywhere inside of me.
Why was that dirty talk so effective to me?
Apparently, I still had a lot to learn with him.
So I let him eat me. Because he clearly knew exactly how to make me feel good.
And, in a way…
He was right.
He was getting me ready for Adrien, and his huge cock.
- - -
“What are you waiting for, exactly? Why aren’t you already sucking me, house slut?”
His commanding tone snapped me out of my hazy pleasure, and I dropped my gaze to his blue shorts, still stretched tight by his erection. Now that I knew all three of my roommates’ cocks, I could recognize Julien’s easily—even through the fabric.
I grabbed the button, struggled a bit to undo it, and Julien helped me push the shorts down, revealing some white boxer briefs with a blue waistband. A bit flashy—just like him. It suited him perfectly, and honestly, it made me want to dive right in and eat his sack. While I was at it, he lifted his feet toward me. I got the hint and pulled off his socks without a word.
I thought back to Greg, the way he’d pressed me against his cock still trapped in his underwear, how much that had turned me on. So I did the same: leaning forward, mouth open, pressing myself against Julien’s bulge, perfectly wrapped in turquoise fabric.
Chlorine, still there. And something faintly woody, fresh.
It was nice. I was used to it now: I actually liked his scent. No sweat, no dampness: he must’ve changed after the pool. Or maybe he just wore swim briefs like regular underwear. Honestly, that sounded like him.
“Mmmh…” Julien muttered, clearly enjoying himself as his tongue pushed deeper inside me.
I worked his bulge with my mouth, licking, pressing, teasing through the fabric, then tilted my head lower to focus on his balls, feeling their softness through the boxer. The white fabric quickly got darker with my saliva.
I loved this, but I needed more.
Only a couple minutes later, I was grabbing the blue waistband and pulling it down, eager to get to the real thing.
As soon as it was free, his cock sprang up, hard and straight, pointing toward my bedroom door.
Shit, the door!
That idiot had left it open.
He’s just so careless, like usual.
A small voice in my head told me no one was supposed to be back this early… but still—what did I know?
My hesitation must’ve annoyed him, because suddenly his hands left my ass and grabbed my neck. Long arms—seriously long—he pressed down on my head, forcing me toward his cock.
Yeah, yeah, I get it. You want your blowjob.
Impatient bastard.
So I wrapped one hand around his length, guiding it toward me, and focused on his swollen tip, just like he’d taught me. It was already slick, salty with pre-cum, like he’d been thinking about this for a while.
And damn, he produced a lot of it.
I pulled back his foreskin to fully expose the head and started sucking, strong and focused, just on the helmet at first. It felt good—like rediscovering something I already craved.
“Mmmmh.”
My mouth clearly did the trick, because Julien pushed further: his tongue plunging deeper into me, making me moan around his cock.
So this is a real sixty-nine between guys.
Two bodies tangled, both moaning, devouring each other.
I couldn’t wait to try this with Adrien. Show him what I could do to his cock. In this position, with that upward curve of his… it would line up perfectly.
Just thinking about him made me go harder. I slid lower on Julien’s shaft, taking more of him in, sucking deeper and slower, until the head of his cock pressed against my throat, pushing to get in.
“Mmh… yeah, that’s it, slut. Suck me like I taught you. You’re doing so good,” Julien mumbled. “I’m gonna get you ready for your man.”
And then he pushed a finger inside me: deep, almost all at once.
I moaned, the stretch sharp but quickly softened by all the saliva he’d worked in—and the way he said “your man.” You could clearly tell my ass had already been used a bit: the plug Julien had bought me allowed his finger to naturally explore my hole without pretty much any resistance, deep.
“Yeah… you still like having things in your pussy, don’t you?”
I tried to nod, but with my mouth full, all I could manage was a soft, high-pitched sound.
“Good slut.”
A second finger slid in.
“Mmmh!”
Fuck, it’s going so easily inside of me.
“We’re gonna step it up. Your boyfriend’s got a big one, think you can take it like this? Gotta open you up for him.”
“Mmmh!”
He started moving them inside me, slow and deep, hitting that sensitive spot he’d shown me before, the one that had already made me come hard in the bathroom.
For a split second, I thought I heard something in the hallway: a sound, maybe a step. But I didn’t have time to think about it. Julien’s cock was too good, too addictive. I kept going, taking him deeper in my mouth with each try.
Maybe I should’ve paid attention…
“Suck me deeper, slut. I know you can do it.”
God, he was demanding.
I pushed further, until his tip pressed against the back of my throat, stopping me. I held there, fighting the urge to gag.
“Yeah… breathe. Clench your fists and go for it. You’ve done it before.”
Easy for you to say.
His cock was long—and hard. Not exactly easy.
To help, he pushed my head down harder, forcing more of himself in, until suddenly—
POP
His tip slipped into my throat.
GULP
That feeling—being filled like that, somewhere never meant for it—it was so wrong…
And so fucking good.
“Oooh yeah. Good girl,” he groaned. “I’m gonna eat you up for that.”
Still holding my head down, he went back to licking me, then even started kissing my ass like it was someone’s mouth.
Fuck… why does that feel so good?
His tongue found spots I didn’t even know existed, pushing me to take him deeper again, chasing that feeling. I wanted to go all the way—down to his balls, smooth and slick. The challenge thrilled me.
Holy sh...
That was not some regular kissing he was doing. That was legit french kissing (and as french guys, we know what we’re talking about XD).
And as I slowly worked his cock deeper into my throat, I heard it:
Footsteps.
Heavy.
Close.
Shit. Shit.
Julien needed to stop: Greg was coming. I was sure of it.
But the idiot wasn’t paying attention, both hands gripping my head, too busy making me moan.
Julien! Greg’s coming!
And he might be the only one: the way Julien was devouring me was making me lose control. The more intense he got, the more I pushed myself on him, ignoring my limits. And I could feel the swimmer’s balls getting higher and harder against my nose! Dangerously close to burst!
“Fuck! You’re gonna make me come, slut!” Julien suddenly gasped, pulling his tongue away. “Oh fuck!”
At that exact moment, the footsteps stopped: right at the door-frame.
“Swallow my cum, slut!”
And he slammed me down onto his cock, forcing it deep into my throat, my nose pressed against his shaven balls as they tensed:
A powerful jet shot through him.
“Holy fuck!!!”
I couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, and right there, I felt it. That presence. Greg. No doubt about it. His smell, locker room sweat and deodorant, filled the air, overtaking Julien’s chlorine scent.
The first burst hit so deep it went straight down my gullet, warm, flooding inside me quickly. I gagged for a split second, but couldn’t pull away, Julien held me there.
Another spurt: this time I tasted it.
Fuck! He’d come so deep I hadn’t even felt it at first.
Through watery eyes, I caught sight of Greg’s black shorts and long white socks, just inches from the bed.
“Swallow it all, slut!” Julien growled, another pulse hitting my tongue. “All of it.”
Greg stepped even closer. I could hear his breathing now: slow, heavy.
“Fuuuuck…”
And then I saw him grab his shorts, pull them down in one motion.
“Guh!” Julien kept feeding me, thrusting into my throat to milk his cock all the way inside.
Shit.
Greg wanted to use me?
But we’re not even finished!
Greg’s massive, hairy balls swung into view, his beer-can cock hanging above them, only half-hard.
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