Part 1
Everyone is 18+
I never planned on crossing that line with my straight roommate. But one stupid, sweat-soaked night in our crappy chicago apartment, Jake looked me dead in the eyes and offered me exactly what I’d been pretending I didn’t want.
My name is Ethan, by the way...
We’d been splitting rent for eight months, and I’d kept my side of the deal ironclad. I was out, loud, and proud everywhere else in my life, but around him I played it cool. Jake was the kind of guy who made you forget how to form sentences... six-two, ex-college linebacker shoulders that stretched every shirt he owned, and a lazy, lopsided grin that hit differently when he was fresh off the field. He still had a girlfriend back in Ohio, some cheerleader type he called “babe” on the phone when he thought I wasn’t listening. I told myself I was fine with it. Roommates, nothing more.
Until the AC died again.
July had been a furnace all week, the kind of heat that makes the air feel thick enough to chew. I was sprawled on the couch in nothing but gym shorts, scrolling mindlessly, when the front door slammed open. Jake stepped in, tank top plastered to his chest like a second skin, hair dark with sweat, gym bag slung over one shoulder.
“Fuck this heat, dude,” he muttered, dropping the bag with a thud. He didn’t even make it to his room. Right there in the living room he peeled the soaked tank off, muscles flexing as the fabric dragged over his abs. The scent of him... sharp deodorant, salt, and something deeper, purely male... rolled across the couch and wrapped around me like a hand on the back of my neck.
Jesus. Don’t stare. Don’t you dare stare.
I tried. I really did. My eyes stayed glued to my phone for maybe three whole seconds before they betrayed me. He collapsed beside me, legs spread wide, basketball shorts riding up thick thighs. The outline of him was right there, heavy and obvious, pressed against the thin gray fabric. When he stretched both arms behind his head, the move pulled his shorts tighter and I saw the ridge of his cock shift, thickening just a little.
He caught me.
“You’re staring,” he said, voice low, almost amused.
My face went hot. “Sorry.”
Jake didn’t laugh it off like he usually would. He just watched me for a long beat, blue eyes narrowed. Then, casual as anything, he reached down and palmed himself through the shorts, slow, deliberate. His hand stayed there, fingers loosely curled around the growing shape.
“I’ve been thinking about it,” he said.
My pulse slammed in my throat. “About what?”
“About what it would feel like if you touched it.”
The words hung there, thick as the humidity. I waited for the punchline. It didn’t come.
He’s straight. He has a girlfriend. This is some kind of joke, right?
“You’re straight Jake. Don't joke about this,” I managed.
He smirked, but there was heat in it now, not just cocky charm. “I know what I am. But my girl’s two states away, I’m horny as hell, and you’ve been looking at me like you want it for months.” His thumb brushed over the head of his cock through the fabric, making it twitch.
“So… You want this or not?”
I should have said no. I should have laughed it off, gone to my room, jerked off in private like I had every other night listening to him shower. Instead I nodded, once, before my brain could catch up.
Jake stood. The motion was smooth, confident, like he’d already decided how this was going to go. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and shoved them down. His cock sprang free... thick, seven inches, flushed dark at the tip, veins standing out along the shaft. Heavy balls hung low, swaying slightly as he stepped out of the shorts. The head glistened, already leaking a clear bead of precum.
Holy shit. It’s even better up close.
He moved closer until the tip was inches from my lips. The heat rolling off him was insane. I could smell the musk of his balls, the faint tang of sweat from the gym. My mouth watered before I could stop it.
Part 2
- Quick warning-
This part gets a bit kinkier than usual (rough oral, armpit play, ass worship). Jake is ridiculously horny and things escalate fast. All characters 18+.
Jake’s voice dropped lower, rough around the edges. “You can taste it if you want. Just… don’t make it weird after.”
I looked up at him. His chest rose and fell faster, nipples stiff and dark. His jaw was clenched tight, neck muscles standing out. His blue eyes were wide with nerves and raw hunger. He wasn’t pretending this meant nothing. He was offering his cock to me, and part of him looked scared I would stop.
God, he’s really letting me… Straight Jake... Jesus
My heart hammered so hard I felt every beat in my teeth. I leaned in, lips parting. My tongue slid out first, slow and flat, dragging over the swollen, leaking head. The thick bead of precum coated my tongue instantly... warm, salty, slightly bitter, pure Jake. I licked again, slower, circling the smooth ridge, feeling the spongy head throb under my tongue as more precum oozed out.
Jake’s breath caught hard. “Nnnnggghhh… shit… yeah… mmmhhh… fuck, just like that.”
The sound sent a hot rush straight to my own cock, making it twitch hard inside my shorts. I opened my mouth wider and took the fat head inside. My lips stretched painfully around his thick girth. The pressure made my jaw ache right away, but the ache only made me hungrier. I swirled my tongue underneath, pressing firmly against the heavy vein running down the underside. His hand settled on the back of my head, thick fingers sliding into my hair.
I sank down further, taking him inch by inch until my nose pressed into the short, trimmed hair at his base. His heavy, sweat-warm balls rested full and loose against my chin. When I swallowed hard around him, the tight muscles of my throat squeezed and rippled along his entire length.
That was the moment Jake completely lost it.
“Fuuuuck… goddamn… your throat... arrrggghhhhh”
His grip on my head suddenly tightened, fingers digging hard into my scalp. Before I could even react, he started thrusting ... fast, deep, desperate strokes that forced his thick cock all the way into my throat. My eyes rolled back instantly. I couldn’t breathe. Thick saliva poured out the sides of my mouth in heavy strings, dripping down my chin and onto the couch. My jaw screamed in pain from being stretched so wide, but my own cock was rock hard and leaking in my shorts.
Tears welled up in my eyes and spilled over as he fucked my face without mercy. Wet, obscene glucking sounds filled the room with every brutal thrust. His heavy balls slapped wetly against my chin.
“Uhhhnnnn… Ethan… fuck… your throat is squeezing me so tight… nngghhh… I can’t... I can’t hold it…”
He was right on the edge, cock swelling even thicker, pulsing wildly on my tongue. I was gagging, choking, drooling everywhere, completely lost in the rough face-fucking when he suddenly pulled out with a wet pop. Strings of spit connected my swollen lips to his throbbing cock.
Before I could catch my breath, Jake grabbed me roughly and pushed me backward onto the bed. He maneuvered my body so my head and shoulders hung off the edge of the mattress, one side of me completely dangling.
He stepped in close, positioning himself at the junction where my neck met my left arm. One of his thick legs pressed against the side of my neck, the other slid after my arm. His heavy, sweaty balls rested right against my left armpit.
He didn’t ask. He just grabbed my left wrist and folded my arm tight, crushing his rock-hard cock deep into my hairy, sweaty armpit. The moment his thick shaft slid into the hot, damp hair and skin, he groaned loud and raw.
“Fuuuuck… yeah… just like that…”
I was shocked at his kink ... my straight roommate shoving his cock into my smelly, hairy armpit like it was the hottest thing he’d ever felt. But I didn’t question it. The feeling of his firm ass cheeks flexing right above my face as he started thrusting was too good. Every time he drove his cock forward into the tight, sweaty grip of my armpit, his ass pushed closer to my mouth.
It was ticklish at first from the hair, but the moment I stuck my tongue out and started biting and licking at his firm, sweaty ass cheek, everything changed. Jake’s thrusts got even harder and sloppier. His cock slid frantically through the slick, hairy tunnel of my armpit while I moaned into his ass, biting down on the meaty muscle, tasting the salty sweat.
“Nnnghhh… Ethan… what the fuck… aaaahhhh.... that feels sooo fucking good… Don’t stop biting… my ass…”
His voice was broken, desperate. His hips snapped forward again and again, fucking my armpit like a tight, nasty hole while my tongue and teeth worked his ass. My own cock was painfully hard, throbbing untouched in my shorts, leaking steadily as I drooled and moaned into his flexing cheeks.
Right in the middle of it, Jake reached down with his free hand, shoved it roughly inside my shorts, and wrapped his fingers around my aching cock. He yanked it out into the open air, thick and dripping.
Slap
Without warning he gave it a hard, sharp slap...the sound cracked loud in the room.
My cock throbbed violently and a fresh bead of precum oozed out the tip.
“Uhhggghhh....” I moaned loudly into his ass, biting down harder on his cheek as the sting mixed with pleasure.
Jake groaned deep, still thrusting frantically into my sweaty armpit. “Fuck… you’re so hard… leaking all over my hand…” He slapped my cock again, harder this time, making it bounce and spurt more precum onto my stomach. Every slap sent jolts through me while he kept fucking my armpit in short, brutal strokes.
I was losing it... moaning, drooling, biting greedily at his sweaty ass as he used my hairy pit and played with my cock at the same time.
The phone was still buzzing loudly on the table behind us.
Babe
His girlfriend.
But Jake didn’t care anymore. He was too far gone, grunting and groaning, using my hairy armpit, slapping my leaking cock, and feeling my teeth on his ass all at once.
“Shit… Ethan… I’m so fucking close… gonna cum…”
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