What's in a Name?

What’s in a Name?

It’s a simple question. There are so many names that always get shortened after it’s given by parents; Joe, Mike, John, well there are millions. This is a story about a boy named Connor. His name couldn’t be shortened just like mine, Ryan.

We became roommates and after a month or so he showed his true colors. We shared a one-bedroom apartment, each with twin beds on opposing walls. I heard him get up, felt him pull the sheet down to my knees, then pulled my underwear around my dick.

I laid there silent as he let me harden in his mouth, took all I had which was more than a mouthful. I felt when the last two inches slipped into his throat, the way he swallowed around me pushing down to get it all.

I didn’t say anything because I had never had a blowjob like I was receiving right now. I don’t want to label myself or him but, this was intoxicating. He would go down till I was hitting the back of his throat then the pressure when the last of me was lodged beyond.

I went to put my hand on the back of his head in assurance that he was doing a great job and he slapped my hand away. I recoiled not understanding and attempted to touch his ass just to feel it; bad move. He left me hanging and went back to his bed.

He was gone when I woke up and wondered what the fuck? That night was the same thing, I felt the sheet pulled away, he must have smiled because I didn’t have anything on.He did as the night before taking my steel shaft, the last two inches down his throat.

Now getting head is great and I like to move a little; he didn’t like that. His hand firmly rested on my abs, wouldn’t let me hump his face as the other pulled on my balls. He had to know it was cuming, his other hand clutching my nuts. My balls were blue from him leaving me hanging last night and I dumped my load in his mouth and throat.

The next morning was like nothing ever happened, coffee, small talk, then off to class. He would never let me touch him; I want to so… bad. After a couple of weeks of this, I walked into our room and he was on his butt next to my bed.

He was touching his substantial cock and gave me the finger to mount his face. His other hand went between my legs resting on my lower back with his forearm rubbing over my hole. He controlled everything about his suck.

He was so… good at what he did, held me deep and swallowed, would let up on his pull when he needed to breathe, then pull on me again. I did cum this time and I think he did just swallowing my load. I pulled out going soft and too sensitive to do anything else.

He never let me touch him, never let me lead, I was becoming so… fuckin frustrated. I like to move, feel like I’m part of what’s happening, he never let me. All he wanted to do was suck me and swallow what he pulled from my balls. Sounds like a good deal, doesn’t it?

A week or two later I came in and he was on his bed, head over the side looking at me upside down with his flaccid cock off to one side. I dropped my underwear. With his hands on my hips, he guided me, closed his eyes, and pulled me in.

As he sucked with his hands not allowing me to take control I watched his cock start to move; little at first till he developed a rhythm. He pulled and pushed on my hips, held me deep swallowing around what wouldn’t fit in his mouth. He refused to allow me to move on my own.

I stood there allowing him to throat-fuck himself with my throbbing cock like I wasn’t even part of what was happening. He knew I was going to cum and I watched his dick pulse and shoot as I did down his throat; it was so… fuckin hot.

Like shot from a catapult, he showered himself. I wanted to lick it up, feel the heat and taste, to just be part of it. He pushed me off and crawled in bed with his junk covering his chest. He was asleep soon after as I stared at the ceiling.

Now let’s be honest; I had a good thing going on here. But. I like to fuck or at least be able to move and Connor never allowed that. He came when I did just from sucking my load. I’d had enough. I didn’t respond to his pulls and pushes, my hips stronger than his hands.

I fucked this throat, watched his cock pulse knowing I was close, then I did what he never wanted me to do. I buried myself and took his cock in my mouth receiving some of the sweetest nectar of my life.

He was frantic trying to push me off and called me a bastard when I was finished slurping from his fountain. He wasn’t there in the morning and after classes when I got home all his shit was gone.

I looked online about guys like him; men who just wanted to suck. They didn’t want to fuck or be fucked, didn’t want to do anything but suck and that’s how they got off. I missed him, should have never crossed his line.

I posted an ad for a new roommate. ‘A gay guy needs a roommate, we will share a room, close quarters, separate beds. And I waited.

‘My name is Jacob and need a place to rest my head. I am of the same persuasion as you but not looking for a boyfriend.’

From your Author.

I could go on like this if you want. I could end it now. I need to know. Names are endless.

RJC.