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I’m a straight guy of twenty-eight, and I’ve been sharing an apartment with my roomie, Chris, for the best part of five years now. One night, about eight months ago he sits me down and tells me that he’s bi-curious. I don’t really know any gay people, but it really doesn’t bother me. We set down some ground rules about bringing guys back to the apartment and stuff and then we go about life as normal.
Fast forward to last night and I was home alone for the first time in ages. Chris and I share a laptop because we both have to work remotely at times, and we figured it’d be cheaper to go halves than buy two. So, home alone, I decided to check out some porn. Chris was out for the night with a work Christmas party, so I figured why the hell not.
I picked up the computer and clicked into the internet only to find that Chris had been there before me, and for whatever reason the dude hadn’t closed his browser down properly. I opened it up to find two naked dudes fucking on a weight bench in a gym. It was graphic, and intense, and even though I wasn’t expecting it, I couldn’t turn it off.
I’ve never been into guys, but for some reason, that video was fucking hot, and I watched it to the end. Before I knew it, I was watching video after video of guys in each other’s asses. I was so curious and horny. My sweatpants were tenting, and I reached in and started to stroke my cock like the guy was doing on screen. I was so mesmerised that I didn’t hear the front door. I didn’t hear anything until a throat cleared behind me.
Jumping up, I slammed the computer closed and attempted to hide my cock behind a cushion.
Chris stood in the doorway, bemused. “What’s happening in here then, Matthew?” He asked.
“Y-you’re back early.” I stammered.
“Not really, it’s two in the morning.”
I did a double take at the clock on the wall. No fucking way. Time flies when you’re engrossed in cock.
Chris slipped out of his jacket and kicked off his shoes. “I don’t think I’ve seen that one.” He nodded towards the computer.
“I’m not gay.” I said a little too loudly.
Chris raised an eyebrow. “And that’s ok. You don’t have to be to watch it.”
Annoyingly my hard-on was going nowhere. “I’m going to bed.” I moved to step around him, but Chris’s arm shot out and grabbed the cushion.
“I’ve always wondered how big you were.” He said, eyeing my sweatpants as I frantically tried to cover myself with my hands. “And what it’d be like…” He trailed off and bit his bottom lip to stop himself from saying the words.
He’d thought about us fucking?
My curiosity got the better of me. “What’s it like?”
“Fucking guys?” Chris met my eyes and I nodded. “Hot.”
I could feel myself blushing.
Chris’s eyes trailed back down to my sweats. “You gonna let me see it?”
“No.” I frowned.
Chris licked his lips. “It doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.”
He was right. I was so horny it was getting painful. I just wanted to rub one out, swallow my embarrassment and sleep it off.
Chris stepped towards me. “I can help you out.”
It was then that I noticed his tight burgundy trousers and the outline of him down the leg of them. He was bigger than me.
“Hey! No fair.” He laughed suddenly, catching my eyeline. “I can’t see yours!”
I moved my hands, but my baggy pants still hid quite a bit.
“Keep going.” Chris urged. “I wanna see it all.”
I pulled on the waistband and dropped my sweats to my thighs, my six-inch, uncut erection popped free, standing to attention in all of its veined glory.
Chris’s eyes lit up. “Nice.” He moved to the couch, patting the cushion beside him. “Come here.”
I wasn’t quite sure what was happening, but I was suddenly sitting on a couch, next to my roomie, with my dick out. He reached over, closing his fingers around me and started to stroke me gently. It felt amazing, like he knew exactly what I wanted. I closed my eyes and let him carry on. When I opened them, he was watching me carefully, like he was trying to figure out what to do without freaking me out.
Shakily, I reached over and undid his pants, pulling him free and mirroring what he was doing to me. The smooth velvety skin was warm in my hand, and he felt heavier than me. Holding another dude in my hand was surreal but got me really fucking hot. After a few minutes he stopped and told me to get up on all fours. Unsure of myself, but curious, I did as I was told.
Resting my forearms on the arm of the coach I stuck my ass in the air. His warm, wet mouth sucked my balls before he licked his way up and I felt him near my asshole. He swiped at me with a flat tongue, and I almost came then and there. Nobody had ever rimmed me before, and it was indescribable. I let out a long groan as he tongued me, pushing and probing against my asshole while he fondled my balls underneath.
“You like that?” He asked quietly.
“Fuck yes.” I choked out as his tongue resumed its play.
I felt him shift behind me. Seconds late a cool glob of lube slid across my overheated ass. He rubbed and caressed me until my ass was wiggling for more. He slid his length up my ass crack, using my cheeks to stroke his cock. He felt huge.
“That’s never going to fit.” I said, fear tinging my voice.
Chris continued coating his cock in the lube from my ass. “We’ll go slow. It’ll fit.”
He nudged the head up against my tight ring and I clenched hard. “You gotta relax, Matt. I promise I’ll be gentle.” He tried again, rubbing and nudging with the head of his cock. I grunted as he pushed it inside, stopping after he got the head all the way in. I tried to breathe through the pain, unsure of whether I wanted to continue. “Fuck me, you’re tight.” Chris moaned, reigniting the fire in my belly.
I reached down and tugged on my cock a few times in an effort to relax, smearing pre-cum over myself and our leather couch. I felt Chris pushing again, inching further and further into me. Once the pain subsided, the feeling of being filled was incredible and I jerked my cock faster.
Chris began to slowly move his hips, getting me used to his dick moving inside me. I felt so hot, so stretched, and I couldn’t stop the moans escaping me.
“Feels good, right?” Chris panted behind me, his pace picking up.
My eyes rolled back in my head as he nudged a sweet spot inside and I clenched around him, desperate to keep him there.
“Fuck boy, your ass is tight.” He said as we fucked. “Keep squeezing me like that and I’m gonna cum inside you.”
I felt my balls tighten as he said that and grasped onto the base of my cock to stop myself cumming there and then. “You can cum in me,” I panted hard, “but you gotta let me fuck your ass too.”
That’s when I felt him spurt inside me. He pulled my ass in close, forcing himself further up and unloaded.
“Switch man, I’m close.” I said, afraid that I’d nut before I got anywhere near him.
He slipped out, his dick still hard, leaving me wet and sticky. We switched places and I squirted some lube over my rigid cock, desperately trying not to cum before I got to experience fucking a guy in the ass.
“You don’t need to edge in.” Chris said over his shoulder. “Just fuckin’ take my ass. It’s used to it.”
With that I gripped his ass cheeks, lined up and pushed hard into his waiting, puckered hole. The warmth enveloped me, and I fucked like a beast, desperate to get off. Chris clenched his muscles, making it even tighter as thrust in and out of him. After only a couple of thrusts I felt the start of my orgasm, and with a grunt I buried myself deep and shot ribbons of hot cum into my gay roommate’s ass. He pushed backwards, impaling himself further, and stroked his cock, shooting a second, impressive load of thick cream onto the sofa.
“Fuck, that was hot.” Chris breathed when we separated. “Time for a shower?”
I’m a straight guy of twenty-eight, and I’ve been sharing an apartment with my roomie, Chris, for the best part of five years now. One night, about eight months ago he sits me down and tells me that he’s bi-curious. I don’t really know any gay people, but it really doesn’t bother me. We set down some ground rules about bringing guys back to the apartment and stuff and then we go about life as normal.
Fast forward to last night and I was home alone for the first time in ages. Chris and I share a laptop because we both have to work remotely at times, and we figured it’d be cheaper to go halves than buy two. So, home alone, I decided to check out some porn. Chris was out for the night with a work Christmas party, so I figured why the hell not.
I picked up the computer and clicked into the internet only to find that Chris had been there before me, and for whatever reason the dude hadn’t closed his browser down properly. I opened it up to find two naked dudes fucking on a weight bench in a gym. It was graphic, and intense, and even though I wasn’t expecting it, I couldn’t turn it off.
I’ve never been into guys, but for some reason, that video was fucking hot, and I watched it to the end. Before I knew it, I was watching video after video of guys in each other’s asses. I was so curious and horny. My sweatpants were tenting, and I reached in and started to stroke my cock like the guy was doing on screen. I was so mesmerised that I didn’t hear the front door. I didn’t hear anything until a throat cleared behind me.
Jumping up, I slammed the computer closed and attempted to hide my cock behind a cushion.
Chris stood in the doorway, bemused. “What’s happening in here then, Matthew?” He asked.
“Y-you’re back early.” I stammered.
“Not really, it’s two in the morning.”
I did a double take at the clock on the wall. No fucking way. Time flies when you’re engrossed in cock.
Chris slipped out of his jacket and kicked off his shoes. “I don’t think I’ve seen that one.” He nodded towards the computer.
“I’m not gay.” I said a little too loudly.
Chris raised an eyebrow. “And that’s ok. You don’t have to be to watch it.”
Annoyingly my hard-on was going nowhere. “I’m going to bed.” I moved to step around him, but Chris’s arm shot out and grabbed the cushion.
“I’ve always wondered how big you were.” He said, eyeing my sweatpants as I frantically tried to cover myself with my hands. “And what it’d be like…” He trailed off and bit his bottom lip to stop himself from saying the words.
He’d thought about us fucking?
My curiosity got the better of me. “What’s it like?”
“Fucking guys?” Chris met my eyes and I nodded. “Hot.”
I could feel myself blushing.
Chris’s eyes trailed back down to my sweats. “You gonna let me see it?”
“No.” I frowned.
Chris licked his lips. “It doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.”
He was right. I was so horny it was getting painful. I just wanted to rub one out, swallow my embarrassment and sleep it off.
Chris stepped towards me. “I can help you out.”
It was then that I noticed his tight burgundy trousers and the outline of him down the leg of them. He was bigger than me.
“Hey! No fair.” He laughed suddenly, catching my eyeline. “I can’t see yours!”
I moved my hands, but my baggy pants still hid quite a bit.
“Keep going.” Chris urged. “I wanna see it all.”
I pulled on the waistband and dropped my sweats to my thighs, my six-inch, uncut erection popped free, standing to attention in all of its veined glory.
Chris’s eyes lit up. “Nice.” He moved to the couch, patting the cushion beside him. “Come here.”
I wasn’t quite sure what was happening, but I was suddenly sitting on a couch, next to my roomie, with my dick out. He reached over, closing his fingers around me and started to stroke me gently. It felt amazing, like he knew exactly what I wanted. I closed my eyes and let him carry on. When I opened them, he was watching me carefully, like he was trying to figure out what to do without freaking me out.
Shakily, I reached over and undid his pants, pulling him free and mirroring what he was doing to me. The smooth velvety skin was warm in my hand, and he felt heavier than me. Holding another dude in my hand was surreal but got me really fucking hot. After a few minutes he stopped and told me to get up on all fours. Unsure of myself, but curious, I did as I was told.
Resting my forearms on the arm of the coach I stuck my ass in the air. His warm, wet mouth sucked my balls before he licked his way up and I felt him near my asshole. He swiped at me with a flat tongue, and I almost came then and there. Nobody had ever rimmed me before, and it was indescribable. I let out a long groan as he tongued me, pushing and probing against my asshole while he fondled my balls underneath.
“You like that?” He asked quietly.
“Fuck yes.” I choked out as his tongue resumed its play.
I felt him shift behind me. Seconds late a cool glob of lube slid across my overheated ass. He rubbed and caressed me until my ass was wiggling for more. He slid his length up my ass crack, using my cheeks to stroke his cock. He felt huge.
“That’s never going to fit.” I said, fear tinging my voice.
Chris continued coating his cock in the lube from my ass. “We’ll go slow. It’ll fit.”
He nudged the head up against my tight ring and I clenched hard. “You gotta relax, Matt. I promise I’ll be gentle.” He tried again, rubbing and nudging with the head of his cock. I grunted as he pushed it inside, stopping after he got the head all the way in. I tried to breathe through the pain, unsure of whether I wanted to continue. “Fuck me, you’re tight.” Chris moaned, reigniting the fire in my belly.
I reached down and tugged on my cock a few times in an effort to relax, smearing pre-cum over myself and our leather couch. I felt Chris pushing again, inching further and further into me. Once the pain subsided, the feeling of being filled was incredible and I jerked my cock faster.
Chris began to slowly move his hips, getting me used to his dick moving inside me. I felt so hot, so stretched, and I couldn’t stop the moans escaping me.
“Feels good, right?” Chris panted behind me, his pace picking up.
My eyes rolled back in my head as he nudged a sweet spot inside and I clenched around him, desperate to keep him there.
“Fuck boy, your ass is tight.” He said as we fucked. “Keep squeezing me like that and I’m gonna cum inside you.”
I felt my balls tighten as he said that and grasped onto the base of my cock to stop myself cumming there and then. “You can cum in me,” I panted hard, “but you gotta let me fuck your ass too.”
That’s when I felt him spurt inside me. He pulled my ass in close, forcing himself further up and unloaded.
“Switch man, I’m close.” I said, afraid that I’d nut before I got anywhere near him.
He slipped out, his dick still hard, leaving me wet and sticky. We switched places and I squirted some lube over my rigid cock, desperately trying not to cum before I got to experience fucking a guy in the ass.
“You don’t need to edge in.” Chris said over his shoulder. “Just fuckin’ take my ass. It’s used to it.”
With that I gripped his ass cheeks, lined up and pushed hard into his waiting, puckered hole. The warmth enveloped me, and I fucked like a beast, desperate to get off. Chris clenched his muscles, making it even tighter as thrust in and out of him. After only a couple of thrusts I felt the start of my orgasm, and with a grunt I buried myself deep and shot ribbons of hot cum into my gay roommate’s ass. He pushed backwards, impaling himself further, and stroked his cock, shooting a second, impressive load of thick cream onto the sofa.
“Fuck, that was hot.” Chris breathed when we separated. “Time for a shower?”
