“Fuuuh…”
A loud moan ripped out of me, echoing off the walls as he started rubbing circles right on my prostate (or my “Gspot” as he liked to call it know).
He had move the opposite way of the table and was now face to face with my ass, working it open again.
“Oh ghh, Julien... right there,” I groaned, head hanging low.
Saliva was piratically dripping from my open mouth onto the massage table, I just couldn’t control me anymore. The pressure was so intense, like I was about to piss or cum or both at once. My cock hung heavy and dripping under me, pre-cum stringing down too. I was such a mess.
“Can u swi… shit. With your mouth a bit?” I asked, shaking.
“Your want that tongue back, bitch, yeah? Then beg for it,” he ordered, fingers never stopping their expert press and stroke. “Tell me you want me to lick you pussy.”
That fucker…
It was so humiliating asking him this but… I really wanted his tongue back for a while.
“Please... lick me,” I whimpered, watching him from between my arms.
“Lick what, slut?”
“My… fuck. Lick my pussy already, sac of dicks.” I exhaled.
He pulled his fingers free with a slick pop, dropped to his knees behind me for a moment, and buried his face back in my ass.
Fuck yeah… why does it tingle so good?
Do girls feel that too when we eat them?
Anyway, that shit feels awesome.
I could see him from under me, in reverse. His tongue lapped around then speared in as far as it could go, slurping loud and messy in me. Spit ran down my taint and balls in rivers, pooling on the floor. I could see his thick cock now, rock-hard and leaking pre-cum all over the edge of the table, the head shiny and red. He was close too.
A couple more minutes of that treatment and I was already about to burst everywhere, only… it didn’t seem possible to cum. Like if something was still making it impossible.
“Ok…. Now, go back to fingering me.”
“Fingering what, slut?” He laughed, visibly amused by my reactions.
“Fuck my hole with them...” Another rumble through my body stopped me from continuing. “Shit...”
I was that excited.
He stood again fast, two fingers slamming back inside me and pounding that G-spot without mercy.
“Yeah… you doing so good slut.” His comments were making my head spin. “Tell me what you feel.”
My moans got louder, turning into desperate whines.
“Feels so intense... weird and full. Like I'm gonna cum any second. Fuck. Don't stop, go faster. Please!”
His free hand was stroking his own leaking dick, smearing even more pre-cum across the table, joining mine that was cascading slowly.
“You love this, don't you slut? My fingers owning your hole.” He curled them harder, scissoring and twisting until my legs shook. "You enjoyed my tip stretching you too, right? Say it."
“Fuck yeah I did.” I begged, “Julien, please make me cum,” I cried out, pushing back on his hand.
He chuckled, that dominant swimmer smirk in his voice:
“Alright, but only if you moan my name and say you love cock. Loud.”
His fingers sped up instantly, pounding my G-spot in rapid, deep thrusts that made wet squelching sounds fill the room.
“God. Julien! I love cock! I fucking love cock so much! Fuck me!”
I screamed it over and over, and felt the build up finally reaching it’s peak. God it was going to be an intense one, maybe the most intense orgasm I had ever had.
Cumming while I had two fingers ravaging my insides!
Sh..., it’s happening!
The orgasm hit.
Cum started to flow out of my piss-slit, in long ropes all over the table, but the rhythm and thickness was so different from a normal climax. It was slower, almost painful with how intense it felt. Like my cum was being extracted from me and not erupting as it used to be.
“Fuuuuck! Julien!” My whole body was shaking as I emptied my balls on the table. “Holy...”
I felt my hole clamp and pulse all around his driving fingers while he kept pounding me through it. That fucker was so good at it I was losing my mind, imagining Adrien, him or even him fucking me, their dicks switching spots with his fingers, making me ooze cum in a weird pattern.
Am I turning into a fucking girl?
This is not normal!
I’m like… leaking seed.
And it’s fucking good!
My body jerked, ass cheeks trembling, every nerve lit up from the brutal fingering and the climax. He didn't slow down, fingers still buried and working me even as cum strings kept landing below me.
“That's it girl, keep saying you love cock while you cum for me.”
“Fuuuck… I love cock. I love it. I love it!”
My vision blurred, and it kept going for what felt like an eternity, way longer than usual, until I couldn’t take anymore and begged him to stop.
There hadn’t really been a clear ending to my first “prostate orgasm” — that’s what Julien called it while we were getting dressed again in the locker room. It felt more like it had never truly stopped, like my ass was still completely sensitive, still ready to come again and spill everything out. But I didn’t dare touch it anymore. I was still trembling several minutes after asking him to stop.
We took one last shower, each on our own side, before grabbing our things and getting dressed. I was much quieter now, almost distant, but Julien didn’t seem bothered by it at all. If anything, he looked thrilled, like he’d accomplished something huge today from a strictly athletic perspective.
“Man, you were seriously incredible today. I didn’t think you’d go that far with your little pussy!”
He sounded like he was talking about a sports performance, seriously.
And that idiot had a talent for putting me on display too, because he dropped that line right as we were walking past the reception desk near the turnstile. Needless to say, I shut him up fast with an elbow to the stomach.
“Shhh. Fucking hell, shut up, idiot.”
“Aha… no need to be ashamed, big guy!”
Tss… easy for him to say.
I’d just come all over the place from nothing but two of his fingers, and there he was swaggering around.
Still… he genuinely looked happy, and I almost felt like I was ruining his mood by complaining at him. Even though he’d made me feel so unbelievably good back there.
So good it had almost become painful, actually.
I kept replaying the sight of those translucent strands of cum slowly dripping from the head of my cock, going on and on… Yeah. That was an image I wasn’t forgetting anytime soon.
Actually… I’d just realized something.
Julien hadn’t even cum, despite the way he’d pressured me into another sixty-nine.
It was like he’d forgotten about himself completely. Or maybe he had cum — honestly, I didn’t even know. But it didn’t seem to bother him either way. Every time I looked at him, he was smiling brightly, with that innocent grin of his that somehow reassured me a little.
It’s not a bad thing.
Actually… it was a good thing.
Experiencing something like that.
Even if it was with him instead of Adrien.
In fact, it could help me. Now that I knew what my body was capable of with the right kind of stimulation, I could guide Adrien and help him make me feel that way again. Maybe even more than that.
There was still so much left for me to discover about my body.
And sex in general. Spending time with that swimmer reminded me of it more and more every single time.
I hadn’t experimented much in my previous relationship.
Maybe Adrien hadn’t had much experience either, in the end. He’d looked just as lost as I was when we were about to fuck for the first time together.
Adrien…
“By the way…” I started shyly as we walked past a park running alongside the hydrotherapy center. “You promised me the story about how you, Adrien, and Greg met. How did you guys get to know each other?”
“Ohooo…” Julien rubbed his hands together impatiently. “I almost forgot. That story deserves to be told after a day like this.”
“That was a really long time ago, right?”
“Yeah. It was during a weird transition period. A pretty special one. We were kids back then. Middle school. Eighth grade, to be exact. That age where you start discovering your body and all that.”
“True.”
“Hold on…” Julien pulled out his phone to check the time, letting his gym bag drop to the ground for a second. “7:30 p.m… Alright. How about we tell the others we’ll do the special roommate meeting in like an hour? Then we can all have dinner together afterward?”
“An hour?”
“Yeah… this story might take a while. But I think you’ll like it. Let’s enjoy the moment first. Over there.”
Julien stepped back a little and pointed at a bench near a small stream running through the park.
“You coming?” he called out, flashing me that charming smile that immediately made me walk toward him.
“It was ten years ago. Maybe even eleven now, actually. We were in eighth grade, and I remember things being pretty rough for me at home.
My grades sucked, my dad was basically absent from my life, and my mom wasn’t doing too well either. Anyway, I won’t paint you the whole picture, but I wasn’t exactly in a good place mentally either.
But there was one thing that probably kept me grounded back then: music. I was constantly going to concerts with a friend from that time. I was crazy about metal and, more generally, I lived for certain bands. I used to imagine myself as a guitarist and all that…”
“Wow, you started going to concerts super young! And that’s when you started guitar too?”
“Oh, I started even earlier than that! But middle school’s when I really got serious about it. I wasn’t especially talented, but being able to play my favorite songs and actually see myself getting better little by little… fuck, it felt amazing.
I loved putting on little private concerts for myself, even if I had to keep my amp volume ridiculously low so I wouldn’t bother the neighbors.
Nirvana, Alice in Chains like I told you… but also Soundgarden, more atmospheric stuff too. Basically, I listened to a ton of different bands, and I loved seeing them whenever they came through Paris.”
“Meanwhile my concerts back then were mostly classical music or jazz with my parents.”
“Well… that was probably nice too, I guess. It’s just that… my parents weren’t concert people. Or they just weren’t there at all. So I went with my friends. Well, mostly one friend.
And then… we kind of lost touch.
Anyway, summer came around, school was out, freedom and teenage libido are a dangerous mix, and I started discovering my body, jerking off, all the usual stuff at that age.”
“Yeah, but I still don’t see what this has to do with Adrien and Greg.”
“Give it a second. Let me set up the story properly, alright?”
Julien sat beside me, watching the water flowing gently in front of us. His gaze drifted away with the current, and as he described the memory, I felt myself getting pulled right into it with him.
Music suggestion for this passage:
Drifting, Nobuo Uematsu (FF VIII)
Three kids.
Lost beside a river much like this one.
“Anyway, I was figuring myself out back then when my parents sent me off to summer camp. To me, it sounded like little kid stuff. I didn’t want to go at all. Especially when I would’ve rather stayed under the covers all day listening to music and avoiding the world.”
The boys in Julien’s memory slowly became clearer.
One of them jumped into the water.
Julien. Ten years younger. Blond hair even brighter beneath the summer sun.
Pure summer energy.
“In the end, though, it was a great camp. I was one of the older kids there, and pretty quickly I found a few guys my age I clicked with. Some of them were really into music too. We even organized a little concert at one point.”
The second boy stayed on the shore, hesitant. More chubby.
You could even sat overweight.
Greg.
“There was one day that changed everything. Near a lake. The kind of day that seals a friendship forever.”
The water shimmered around the silhouette of the third boy, who still stood apart from the others.
“We got randomly assigned into the same relay swimming team. The idea was simple: cross part of the lake together and pass a baton between us.”
The third figure…
Adrien.
“We barely knew each other before that. We’d talked a little, but nothing serious. Honestly, we were all completely different. They weren’t especially into music or sports. But that afternoon…”
Uncertain footsteps.
Like he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to join Julien or not.
“That afternoon, I felt connected to them for the first time. Like we understood each other somehow.”
In the distance, counselors were shouting for the teams to get moving.
Julien climbed back out of the water.
“They were both standing there at the edge of the lake, frozen in place, looking terrified.”
The race was about to begin without them.
“So I asked them what was wrong. Me, I loved water. I couldn’t imagine being scared of something like that.”
He smiled faintly at the memory.
“They finally admitted it.”
The taller one spoke first.
“I don’t want everyone staring at me.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know… I just hate it.”
The other boy nodded quietly.
“Same.”
Julien looked between them.
And suddenly, he understood.
“They were scared of being judged,” present-day Julien said softly. “At that age, people can be brutal with each other. Cruel for no reason. Especially with different body shapes.”
So instead of forcing the race, the three of them stayed behind by the lake.
“We just sat there talking for hours. Away from the counselors. Away from everyone else. And honestly? It was one of the best afternoons of that summer.”
The memory shifted again.
The same three figures.
Older now in Steph’s imagination — not children anymore, but the men he knew today.
Moonlight reflecting off pale blue bathroom tiles.
“That night,” Julien continued, “we ended up talking again. Really talking this time. About insecurities. About how hard it was to feel comfortable in your own skin at that age.”
“I can actually imagine Greg being insecure about his weeight,” Steph admitted with a laugh. “Which is crazy considering how he is now.”
“Yeah. Back then he hated how he looked. Adrien too, in his own way. Different reasons, same fear.”
"But Adrien..."
"Well.. when you have a different looking dick. You can start having insecurities about pretty much everything I guess."
“And you?”
Julien shrugged.
“I think I just wanted to help them feel less alone.”
Steph stayed quiet for a moment, listening to the water flowing nearby.
“I’ll never forget the way we smiled at each other the next morning,” Julien said at last. “It felt like we’d shared something important. Something nobody else would really understand.”
Steph felt warmth spread through his chest as Julien finished the story.
Like the river beside them, the lake from Julien’s memory, and every moment they’d shared together were all flowing into one another.
Like those old smiles had somehow reached him too.
“Thanks for telling me that, Julien.”
“Alright, come on, little guy. Time to head back.”
The swimmer stood up casually and held out a hand toward him.
“Time for you to shake up our lives again.”
END OF THE FOURTH ACT of
I BECAME MY ROOMMATES' SLUT
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