My Straight Roommate

Late one night after I finished reading and turned off my lamp, I settled into bed, turned on an iTunes playlist, and waited for sleep. After a few minutes as if on cue, I heard Zane’s tv turn off and then the unmistakable sound of some chick getting banged followed by the sound of a lubed cock being stroked. I listened for a while but then I must have dozed off because the next thing I heard the toilet flush and Zane going back into his room. I had stared to fall back to sleep when I heard his door open but it was slow, like he was trying to be quiet. After a second, I felt like he was lingering. Because of the layout of the apartment, one step out of either bedroom you are practically in the door way of the other bedroom. I could feel him standing in the hallway between our bedrooms. All of the sudden I heard my name. “Marc?”, Zane whispered. I almost responded, but something told me to just pretend that I was sleeping. He called out again, this time a little louder just above a whisper, “Mark.” Again I didn’t say anything and kept my breathing slow and steady. 

When I didn’t respond the second time, I heard him move and it felt like he had stepped into my room. Still feigning sleep, in my mind I’m wondering what the hell he’s doing. A few seconds later I heard some movement but I couldn’t tell what he was doing. Still pretending to sleep I very slowly cracked one eye open just enough to see what was going on. What I saw made my cock grow. Zane was standing next to my bed with his cock out and he was jerking. It was all I could do to maintain a slow, steady breathing pattern with my heart racing like it was. It also took all my strength to not open my eyes, reach out to grab is tight bubble ass so I could pull his dick into my mouth. He stood there for what seemed like a few minutes just stroking his hard cock while I pretended to sleep. 

Suddenly, I felt a slight pressure against the bed and then there was a familiar smell, is that lotion? I thought. As my mind was processing what was going on, because I have my eyes closed and still trying really hard at this point to pretend to sleep, I felt something very lightly touch my face. Zane had leaned in and touched my face with his cock. When I didn’t react, he did it again but this time he rubbed it across my cheek. He waited again to see if I was going to “wake up” and when I didn’t, he traced my lips with the head of his cock. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Zane’s cock was in and on my face. The very image I jerked off to, Zane naked and hard in front of me, was actually happening.

My cock is rock hard and leaking a flow of precum at this point. Thank God I’m under the covers. My mind was racing, do I say something? should I react? was this even real? am I dreaming? All that happening in my head came to a screeching halt when I felt the tip of his cock very gently separate my lips as he rubbed the head of his stud stick on my mouth. He couldn’t get it in very far, I was “sleeping” after all and I’m sure he didn’t dare risk waking me by forcing my mouth open. After what seemed like an eternity of him rubbing his dick on and in between my lips, I felt him pull back and step away from the bed. The speed and intensity of his stroking picked up then I heard a low grunt as he exhaled. This hot stud just nutted in front of me after he rubbed his hard cock in my face and mouth. I wish I could have seen it. When is climax subsided, I heard him go into the bathroom, turn the faucet on, and wash his hands. He must have released his load into his hand so I wouldn’t see a jazz stain on my carpet the next day. After I heard him go back into his room and get back into bed, I rolled over and reached down into my boxer-briefs and grabbed my cock. Three strokes. It only took three strokes and I spurt out six streams of spunk all over my self. I didn’t want him to know I was awake so I didn’t get up to clean myself up. I just closed my eyes, fell asleep, and had pleasant dreams. 

The next day, I didn’t see him until I got home from work. I was always up and out the door before he even got up in the morning so while I was on my way home, I wondered if he was going to react different to me. Would he avoid me? Overcompensate by being super engaging? My only part in this was to remember that he thought I was asleep. As far as he thought, I didn’t have a clue. That’s what I needed to focus on. I didn’t want to risk him knowing what he did. Not yet anyway. Not until I figured out what his deal was. And if I’m being honest, I wanted to see if he’d do it again. 

The next few nights I made it look like I was in a deep sleep, when in reality, I had my fingers crossed that he’d come into my room again for an encore. Each morning when my alarm went off though, I realized that I had fallen asleep for real waiting for him to come and he apparently hadn’t. At first I thought he might have and I actually did sleep through it but remembered that I wake up to the cat jumping up onto the bed or the neighbors above me taking a piss in the middle of the night. I wasn’t going to sleep through a cock on my lips. 

About two and a half weeks after that first time he came (and “came”) into my room and hadn’t been back I started to think that maybe he wasn’t going to do it again. Maybe he felt bad for essentially molesting me. Maybe he just didn’t want to take the risk of “waking me up”. Whatever the reason, I kind of put it out of my head. Later in that week, I was in bed for the night mentally preparing for the next today as I was trying to get to sleep when I heard the porn coming from Zane’s room. My cock immediately jumped. Could this be the night he comes in again? I fell into the act of sleeping again hoping he could get worked up from the porn and come into my room with a hard cock ready to smear precum on my lips. The Penis Gods must have been smiling down on me because after ten minuets or so, I heard the porn stop then he door opened. My heart was pounding out of my chest and my cock was growing under the covers. He came and I felt him next to the bed. “Marc?”, he whispered. “Marc?” When my slow, deep, rhythmic breathing continued and I didn’t react he make his move. He must have been naked when he came in because right after he checked to see if I would answer him I felt his cock on my lips. He didn’t bother with my face this time. I felt the tip of his mushroom head gently separate my lips and as my mind was preoccupied with his naked body standing above me and how the smell of his cock and balls were intoxicating, I opened my mouth ever so slightly and then my tongue involuntarily flicked the underside of his cock head. Zane pulled back and stood there for a second, “Marc?”, a brief pause, “Are you awake?”, he whispered. What the fuck did I just do! He’s gonna freak! How am I going to get out of this? I decided to come clean and let what will happen, happen. After a few seconds I just replied, “Yeah.” 

“Fuck.”