Taming my Unruly Roommate

Freshman year of college is hard enough; having a horrible roommate makes it even harder.

My name is Justin. Im about 5’9, slightly shaggy short brown hair, and pretty lean. I was on the cross country team, but that didn’t get me much of anywhere. I wasn’t good enough for a scholarship or even to get on the college team, but still enjoy running to stay in shape and blow off steam.

I slacked off through much of my high school career, which I wholeheartedly regret, but fortunately my parents financial struggles worked in my favor to grant me enough low income scholarships to not have to work a job in college… as long as I kept my grades up. I appreciated everything I had, my roommate was quite the opposite.

Ryan was raised with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was fairly intelligent, since I never seemed to see him study, though I knew his grades were stellar. Ryan was a giant standing at 6’4. He was a heavier set guy covered in hair. His hair was out of control constantly hanging in his eyes perfectly matching his overgrown neck beard.

Apart from his appearance, Ryan was also a complete slob. The smell of his body odor overtook the room as piles of unwashed clothes and random takeout cartons added to the overall musk. At first, I tried to pick up after him, but it never really helped, and touching his socks repulsed me.

Since Ryan’s parents paid for his entire ride and he didn’t have to spend much time on Studies, he had quite a bit of free time: Most of which was spent trying to pick up chicks to bang.

Through the weeks of the first term, I watched as he convinced some of the most hideous of women to come back with him to our small dorm room. Most of the rare occasions, I was fortunate to only see the girls leaving our room or be present as they enter to give me an opportunity to bail. I only walked in on him once.

I was coming back from class and had my headphones in listening to a required Ted-Talk on my phone. After opening the door the image of Ryan’s ass covered in thick black hair drilling into girl I could only describe by her legs since that’s all I saw. Ryan’s hairy back, shoulders and ass  seared themselves into my retinas before I could back out and shut the door.

After that unfortunate moment, we worked out a texting method to give me a heads up. He’s been pretty good at keeping to that pact since that poor girl ran out of the room shortly after though neither were close to climaxing.

Since the instances were few and far between, I was okay. I preferred studying at the library anyway.

Ryan was a gross man. I pitied the girls he got to consent to let him penetrate their bodies. I was gay, but even I my lower standards wouldn’t let that man climb on top of me. He was extremely straight, but sleeping in the same room as myself didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. The subject didn’t come up that often first term, until one day things got a little weird.

It was the middle of the second term and midterms had confined me to my room studying. Ryan, being the Goliath that he is, came barreling into the room startling out of my study trace. It was late and his face was bright red. I looked up at him, which was apparently enough of an invitation for him to come over to me to chat. He stumbled over to where I was and leaned in close, the smell of cheap vodka permeating off of him. He was not just drunk, he was shit faced. 

“Bitches are bitches, man,” he slurred.

We didn’t usually talk, and I was honestly impressed he was able to get his hands on enough alcohol to get him this sloshed. It took me a second comprehend that he was speaking with me.

“What?” Was all I could muster up. He threw his body back up sending him stumbling backwards and falling ass first on his bed.

“Bitches be bitches.” He was completely not phased by the tumble he just took. I figured I’d studied enough for one night. This might be entertaining.

“How so, man?” I asked crawling into my bed across from his.

“They’re just such teases, man,” he complained as he struggled to take off his jacket. “They love leading you on until they get you to by them a drink and then they just run off.”

“You’re 19. What do you mean ‘buy them drinks’?”

“I’m not 21, but Richard Perkins is,” he giggled. I connected the dots that he somehow found a fake I.D. “Girls our age suck… and not in the cool way,” he continued to bitch.

“They don’t know what they’re missing,” I sarcastically replied.

“Right!?!” He shouted finally getting his jacket off revealing his sweaty grey v-neck. It was incredible how little he cared about his neck beard blending into his chest hair. “You’re so luck you don’t gotta deal with bitches.”

I chuckled. This was definitely getting entertaining. “One of the perks of being gay, I guess.”

“Straight up!... or I guess it would be gay up,” he smirked. He then broke out into a ridiculous amount of laughter. Apparently that joke was great to him. “So how does THAT work?”

The question was outta nowhere… I assume his brain might have made connections I couldn’t see.

“How does what work?”

“Being gay, man,” he bellowed. “ Like, How does it work?”

I was not about to give my disgusting straight roommate the gay version of the birds and the bees. The confused look I gave him must have been enough of an answer to get him to move to the next.

“Like,” he continued.” There must be a bro code to that you can’t let your gay bro have blue balls, so you fuck.”

The laughter I had been trying to hold in finally came out. No wonder he struggled to pick up girls, he may have been book smart… but he was an absolute social dud.

He started to chuckle with me. Why not play along, I thought. If this was just the tip of the iceberg, what other stupid ideas he had in that noggin.

“True, it’s actually called gay code.” I smirked. 

“No man allowed to go home alone.”

“I knew it!” He shouted. “Maaaan, you’re so lucky. Constantly getting DEE!” His misinterpretation of gay sex stereotypes was so ridiculous. “Man I wish I was gay. I’m so fucking horny.”

“It’s pretty fantastic,” I grinned.

“HEEEY!” He almost shrieked as he jumped up, tripped and narrowly missed me as he fell on my bed. The sheer force of his landing shot my up at lease a foot.

“Dude, are you okay?” I asked. “That must have hurt.”

He grumbled slightly, but turned his head to me to continue his epiphany. “Can I be gay for tonight?”

“What?” I was taken aback.

“I mean, you’re gay,” he continued pulling himself up to a seat position next to me. “I could really use the gay code right now.”
Oh no. What had I done? Where was this going?

“What do you mean?,” I responded jumping off my bed. I did not like where this was going. He leaned back against the wall and started undoing his pants. Oh no, I thought. I knew exactly what he meant.

“I’m so fucking horny,” he whined. “ it’s been three weeks since I’ve been laid and I don’t wanna use my hand again.”

I had taken this too far. He had finally gotten his pants undone and I needed to think of something quick. His zipper came down and I came up with a plan to get out of moving further… though that all changed when he slipped out his cock.

He must have been at least 8, maybe 9 inches with just a slight upward curve. He continued to slide off his boxers and pants to expose his thick hairy legs and balls. I lost track of what I was doing… what I was doing there. I’ve been so busy keeping up with my studies I couldn’t remember the last time I saw a cock that wasn’t in a porn.

“Can I be gay for tonight?” He asked again. His voice threw me out of the trance his cock had put me in. I had been thrust back into reality that my disgusting roommate was drunk and slowly stripping on my bed.

“Dude, no,” I was finally able to reply. “You are straight, and I am your roommate who is not into you in anyway.”

“That makes it better. It’s just a favor.” His pants had made there way completely off and now he was just sitting on my bed in nothing but socks and his v-neck.

“But you’re straight,” I continued to reason… but I was starting to be afraid I’d lose this argument.

“Pleease,” he pleaded as he began to stroke his hardening cock. “I’m just dying for some head. Please.”

His begging had started to become pitiful. I’d never seen him like this before. I knew he was desperate, but never enough to ask for a guy to fill in. I’d always felt sorry for him, but now I felt more empathetic. Was I really feeling bad for my gross Goliath of a roommate?

“Gay Code, man,” he threw out as one final plea. It was almost cute I couldn’t hold back a smile.

“FINE,” I exclaimed. “I’ll let you envoke the rights of the gay code for just tonight.” His eyes immediately widened with wild excitement. As he sat up straighter. “But only under certain circumstances, understood?”
He nodded as quickly as he drunkenly could.

“I’m only giving you a blowjob. Nothing more.” He continued to nod intently. I didn’t know if he was accepting my terms or was just too drunk to stop.

 “If you try and force my head down even once, you lose your temporary gay card.” He let out a slight huff, but then continued to nod.

“Once we’re done, you get in your bed and the night is over. Okay?”

As I looked into his softening eyes, I could believe what I had just said. I was about to blow the most disgusting man I had ever met, and I was kinda into it. Had it really been that long that my standards had dropped that low? Well, no turning back now.

I stepped toward Ryan and he spread his legs further and draped them over the side of my mattress. I got down on my knees and leaned closer to his cock. He took his hand away and I swear it had gotten bigger. Maybe not much in length, but definitely in girth.

The smell from his sweaty crotch hit me and I had to jolt back. The musk was intense. I was definitely having second thoughts. Then I looked up into his eyes.

I’d never seen him like this. He looked at me with grateful eyes, his mouth slightly ajar in anticipation as his breathing deepened. What the hell, I thought. Isn’t it a fantasy to mess around with a straight guy? I was doing this.

I wrapped my hand around his cock. It pulsed at my touch as Ryan let out a soft moan. The heat from his cock was starting to turn me on.

I began to slowly stroke his cock. It was so hard, I didn’t know if his cock could handle much more pressure.

The moment had come. Time to complete my portion of the deal. I leaned forward and wrapped my mouth around the top of his bungling cock. The taste was sour at first, but was soon replaced by the sweet taste of his pre-cum. His soft moans had turned into whimpers. That was turning me on.

It had been so long since I had given another man pleasure, I’d forgotten how much I loved it – how much it turned me on!

My sucking skills had gotten a bit rusty, but the more I heard him moan, the more Pleasure I wanted to give to him.
I gagged a couple of times at first, but as I found my rhythm I started to take him deeper and deeper down my throat. I could feel his body began to writhe as I swallowed  his cock with my hand assisting jacking him off. I finally got to the point where I was getting deep enough, I didn’t need my hand. In the heat of the moment, I decided to go for it! I thrust my head down and took all but maybe an inch down my throat.

This made his back arch so far I thought he was gonna slide off the bed. He let out a loud moan. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was by all of this.

As I continued to bob, by hand came back to help jack him off as my tongue started massaging his tip. My god, the amount of pre cum was heavenly. I’d forgotten how much I loved sucking cock… and Ryan was definitely loving the service.

I pulled my mouth off his cock and started slowly jacking him off. “P-please d-don’t stop,” he begged. I looked up over his shirted belly to see him staring down. His face had flushed an even deeper shade of red as his eyes stared down at me longingly. He licked his lips and started leaning closer. Was he going to kiss me. I decided if best to not find out and return my mouth to his throbbing cock.

As his member reentered the warmth of my mouth, Ryan threw his body back and grunted out a hardy “Fuck!” I continued to guide my mouth down with my hand lining him thoroughly with my saliva. Then it happened.

Ryan let out a loud grunt and sent his first shot of warm cum down my throat. The shock caught me off guard as I pulled my mouth off. The second shot came right after he exited my mouth covering my chin with cum. The smell was strong and pungent and his cum tasted very stale… but damn it was a lot of cum.

I sat back as I watched his body convulse a few more times letting some thick streams of come out of his cock. From the looks of it, he was in heaven.

I stood up and wiped the cum off my chin with my shirt. It was fucking everywhere. I took off my shirt and grabbed my towel. “I’m heading to the shower,” I stated. “Better keep up your end of the deal and be off my bed when I get back.”

He laid back on my bed and grunted his compliance lazily lifting his arm to giveMe a thumbs up. I grabbed my caddy and key and left the room.

I scurried down the hallway to the communal showers. I know Ryan wasn’t quiet and I was still dripping with his cum. I got to the shower and luckily for me, it was empty.

I turned on the lukewarm water and slipped out of my shorts. Did that all just happen? I thought. Did I just give head to the man that was making my dorm life miserable?

I jumped into the water and began to scrub myself off. I replayed the scene in my head. His thick hairy cock, his sexy deep groans… his surprisingly gorgeous eyes… I got so lost in thought, I didn’t realized how hard I’d made myself. No one was there, so I quickly jerked off letting my cum flow down the drain. I’d just jacked off to thoughts of Ryan… I quickly finished up and threw toweled off.

When I got back to the room, Ryan was still there on my bed in nothing but his shirt and socks with his legs dangling over the side. He really was the worst completely passed out from the ecstasy he’d just experienced.

It wasn’t ideal, but I crawled on top of Ryan’s bed. The smell wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. I’d had a long day and was drained, so I was out like a light shortly after.

My alarm went off early for my morning lecture. I opened my eyes to see Ryan still in the same position I left him in. It was proof that last night did indeed happen.

I tried to push that to the back of my mind as I got dressed and raced off to class. It was my long day, so I didn’t get back until late. 

With how drunk Ryan was last night, I doubt he remembered the night before. I just hoped to poor hungover oaf was at the very least off my bed.

I opened the door and was absolutely shocked at what I had saw. First thing I noticed was the smell. It wreaked of fake pine mixed with the smell of Ryan’s body odor. Ryan was no longer on my bed.. in fact, he wasn’t even in the room. He had obviously made an effort to clean the room. All the food and takeout boxes were gone and his laundry was all shoved into the corner. I was even more impressed that Ryan had made BOTH of our beds.

A feeling of admiration washed over me… that is until I remembered the man I was feeling it for. I guess hungover Ryan likes to clean. After all these months, what possessed him to finally put some effort into the room.

That’s when I noticed the sticky note on the corner of my desk…

To be continued.