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I knew I was in for it when Chris showed me the place.

He came to the door shirtless in what I came to know as his regular household uniform — a pair of classic, crisp white cotton boxer shorts and nothing else besides a deep tan.

Normally that would be an instant “no” for a potential roommate but, if you saw him, you’d know why I continued to tour the apartment.

He was extremely handsome with closely cropped black hair, brown eyes, a strong jaw, and a trace of dark stubble on his cheeks leading down to a deep notch in his chin. He could have come to the door fully nude and I wouldn’t have batted an eyelash (whoops! the thought of it started to get me a little too turned on. Down boy!)

As he showed me the apartment — not bad, a shared living room, a tiny bedroom, and my own private bathroom — I acted as though everything were completely chill. Meanwhile, most of my attention was drawn to his impressive physique. He wasn’t tall but had a body like a small adonis: a thick rippled trunk, big arms, narrow hips with a muscular butt that protruded out to form a sexy shelf, and sturdy legs covered in black hair. I somehow hadn’t admitted to myself that I was gay (which, duh), and I acted totally straight (or so I thought), so I don’t think he suspected anything. But day-um. He was hot.

I snapped out of my reverie as I realized his mouth was moving. He seemed to be telling me about the local amenities.“…Grocery store a block away. And there’s also a great gym nearby,” he added.

“Great, I’ll be spending a lot of time there,” I said.

“Looks like it,” he said, seeming to appraise my own body with his gaze, “I can spot a fellow gym rat a mile away.”

I guess I should mention that I was no slouch in the muscle department. Fairly obsessive about my workout regimen, I don’t mind saying I was in pretty peak physical condition, something that Chris seemed to notice (which I enjoyed more than was rational).

The place was nice, and the rent wasn’t that bad. Did I hesitate momentarily because of my intense attraction to my future roommate and the complications it could bring? Yes. But that intense attraction ended up winning out.

Once I moved in, I began to learn a lot more about Chris and all of his habits. For one, as soon as he arrived home from work in suit and tie (he looked hot in those too), he would immediately head to his room and change back into a pair of those white boxers, of which he must have had endless pairs. Hey, I wasn’t going to stop the guy from being comfortable, and he was definitely easy on the eyes.

The other big thing I became acquainted with was his relationship with his girlfriend, Alma, and how frequently, and loudly, they liked to celebrate their lust for one another. I met her the day after I moved in. She was cute, Latin with dark curly hair, perky tits, and a tight little body. She seemed nice, but we didn’t have that much time to talk — as soon as he could, he’d spirited her away inside his bedroom where, for the next two hours or so I would hear the sounds of very loud, very vocal copulation.

To be honest, I tried to ignore it and at first was a bit annoyed. I had some work to do that I needed to finish before morning. But as I sat down to work at my desk, there was no keeping images of their session out of my imagination.

For one, Alma couldn’t stop going on about the size of Chris’s dick, which definitely got the mental images going. Things like, “Fuck me with your big cock!” “God, that cock is so big!” “Fuck, I can’t even wrap my fingers around it!” I mean, she was really painting a vivid mental picture with her words, and, as we’ve seen, being around Chris so often had made my imagination very receptive to that kind of thinking.

Of course, I’d snuck peaks at his package before, which filled out the crotch of his boxers splendidly, and seen hints of his cock wobbling beneath the thin material whenever he walked. I had guessed at the prodigious girth of what lay beneath, but Alma’s de***********ions seemed to conjure up something even more impressive than what I’d imagined.

But it wasn’t just Alma’s voice echoing from the bedroom, Chris was also surprisingly vocal during the act, especially when he came, something that happened at least twice per session, and often more than that — three or four was actually the norm. He was insatiable.

Hearing these moans, while lying in my bed, I began to truly recognize my desire for Chris. All I could think about as I listened to them was his naked body covered in a thin sheen of sweat, pumping an incredible looking cock into his feisty little girlfriend and, I’m not (that) ashamed to say, I started to touch myself while I listened and fantasized and actually found myself arriving at some of the most powerful climaxes I’d ever experienced.

And, if I’m honest, it was coming this close to raw male sexuality that really made me recognize my own repressed desires. All of a sudden it was completely clear to me that some part of me had liked men the whole time, but this experience — of focusing so closely on my fantasies of Chris - made it undeniable.

In my normal life I still wasn’t open about being gay, and my only outlet for it was these more or less nightly sessions — listening to Chris and Alma fucking as I touched myself and imagined every moment as if I were right there in the room.

And then, just like that, the fun stopped. Chris and Alma headed off on a vacation and I was left alone in the house.

Frankly, I didn’t know what to do. Without my nightly release, I was feeling very frustrated. The experience of awakening to my deep desire for Chris was really profound — it was almost an obsession for me. I went for a long run to try to get it out of my head, but, showering afterward, I still couldn’t get the images of him (really clear, really hot images) out of my head.

One day after an extremely distracted day at work where I just couldn’t get him out of my head, I found myself at loose ends as I came into the apartment. What could I do to satisfy these urges I had? How could I quiet these feelings?

I soon found myself entering Chris’s room to…well, I didn’t even know why — I guess I wasn’t really thinking at all, but following my lust. I badly wanted to find something to help satisfy it — was it a pair of those boxers that could help? No. A sniff of his cologne? All it did to smell his fragrance was to make my aching hard-on worse.

I decided to search a little deeper, looking through his shelves, but I only found boring books on business and accounting, a couple framed photos of Alma, and an old signed baseball.

I opened back up his underwear drawer — hadn’t I seen something in there? Well, besides many, many pairs of his white boxers, there was an industrial sized bottle of lube, and far in the back there was something else — a small USB hard drive. I grabbed the drive and looked a bit closer — on it there was a small label made with one of those office labelmakers that simply said “Alma.”

I decided to take a look, and took the drive back to my room.

I hooked it up to my laptop, turned it on, and opened the drive to see a long list of video files each labeled “Alma” with a corresponding number. Of course, I immediately clicked one open and was gobsmacked to see a man’s muscular back, straining, below which a majestic ass and thighs, dimly lit, pumped into someone who lay below who I could only imagine was Alma. I would recognize that back and those shoulders anywhere — I had committed every millimeter of it to memory, but never quite like this. I skipped forward and there was Chris sucking on an erect nipple. Here was a giant cock spurting thick white rivulets onto Alma’s smiling face. I was finally getting a chance to see Chris in all his glory, and the intense horniness it inspired was like nothing I’d ever felt.

I pulled out my cock quickly bringing myself to orgasm within seconds.

With Alma and Chris away, watching these videos became a substitute to my nightly sessions and I watched every video closely, some multiple times. I’m a bit ashamed to say I even called in sick from work one day and spent the whole time watching and pleasuring myself. The catalog was deep and various. I watched a new video every night and was pretty confident I could continue and wouldn’t have a repeat for months.

My favorite were their frequent forays into anal sex, which both of them seemed to thoroughly enjoy — maybe it was because that was my strongest, and most shameful fantasy — to think of Chris above me, reaming my ass with his splendid showstopper. I delighted in the look of pleasure and pain on Alma’s face as she squealed and took each thrust, and I yearned for that heady mix of sensations to fill my own body.

Meanwhile, Chris and Alma had been gone so long, it seemed like they were never coming back. I became a bit careless and brazen - hooking up my laptop to the big screen TV, putting on my bluetooth headphones, doing everything I could to experience the footage in the most realistic way possible.

And then, of course, the inevitable happened.

What was I thinking? Of course this solitude couldn’t last forever. When Chris walked in, I was just about to cum as, on screen, he was about to push his beautiful, erect cock (which I now knew very intimately) into Alma’s eager pussy.

When I heard him enter, I jumped up, cock fully erect, looked at him with no idea what to do, and ran into my room.

Of course, the video was still playing and now I had no way of stopping it. I waited in silence in my room, hearing the familiar sounds from the video continue — Chris’s sexy voice moaning as he came. All of a sudden it turned off. Dead silence. I was too afraid to continue jerking off and went to bed with blue balls. I could barely fall asleep as I tried to listen for any hint outside my bedroom. I feared that he might confront me in my room, but I didn’t hear anything.

The thing is, I felt sure that Chris would comprehend everything at that moment — how much I’d wanted him, how much I’d fantasized and lusted after him up to that point, and that he’d hate me after that point, and even want to cause me harm.

But I steeled myself, knowing that the only thing I could do was to face the music. The next day, I got ready for work quickly and left, not seeing him on my way out. I was distracted throughout the workday — a strange mix of fear, dread, and lust as fantasies flew through my head of the whole thing going very differently — him walking in, seeing the video, and stripping down to those white boxers, now with a huge tent in them, walking up to me and kissing me hard on the mouth. I jerked off in the bathroom on my lunch break.

When I got home, he was there waiting for me, yes, in his boxers looking as sexy as ever (which I found surprising, given the circumstances). Remembering my earlier fantasy, I even felt my cock begin to harden and I had to struggle for self control.

“We gotta talk,” he said, inviting me to sit down beside him on the living room couch. I sat down, cautiously, on guard, not knowing what would happen next. Chris was pretty much as straight as they come — who knows how he would take the knowledge that his roommate had been jerking off to private, nude images of him.

“Bro - I think you know what I’m gonna say,” he said. I nodded and looked down at the ground, ready to hear whatever terrible thing he was going to tell me.

“Look — I know Alma’s hot,” he continued, “And I mean, any guy can see that, but…”

My mind whirled as I tried to understand what he was talking about.

“The fact that you were jerking off to her like that…I mean,” at that point I couldn’t tell if he was going to cry or punch me, “I just don’t see how you could continue living here.”

As I stared at the floor, the realization slowly began to creep over me. As remarkable as it sounded, he thought that I was watching the video because of an attraction to Alma, and not to him. It was actually perfect! Except, it seemed like it was somehow even worse at that moment. I didn’t want to get kicked out of my house — and he really did seem to feel almost violently toward me. So I did that only thing I could…

“Hold on a second,” I said, thinking fast. “I think you’ve got it all wrong.”

He looked at me skeptically. “Oh really?” he said with sarcasm, “I got it wrong that you were masturbating to a video of my girlfriend?” he asked, with anger in his voice.

“Exactly!” I said.

“You mean, the thing I saw with my own two eyes?” he asked.

“Well - look that’s not quite what you saw,” I said.

“Oh really?” he asked.

“No!” I said, ready to prove my point, but worried what would happen if I did.

“I wasn’t watching Alma, Chris.” I said, waiting before I continued. “I mean, I’m not proud to say this but…I was watching you.” I said.

We sat there in silence. He stared at the ground thinking. “Yeah right,” he finally said.

“Dude, I’m fucking gay,” I said. “For real, I’m really sorry for invading your privacy, and I understand if you’re pissed, but there’s no way I’m into Alma if that’s what you’re upset about.” I said, “Sincerely, I was just watching you.”

I saw him thinking for a little longer. Then he looked up at me and kind of laughed. “Really?” he said, looking a bit relieved.

“Yeah,” I said sheepishly. “I mean, I’m really sorry,” I said.

He kept looking at me and kind of laughed. “I don’t know if I believe you bro,” he said, “But I’m starting to think you might be right?”

We sat there in silence for a moment. It was awkward as hell, but I also felt a charge in the air. It must have just been delusional wishful thinking, but my fantasy of kissing him was coming back and I almost felt like swooning into his arms.

“Alright,” he said, “This is kind of weird so. I’m headed to my room. Sleep well or whatever,” he said. And that was that. For a little while.

Things kind of returned to normal around the house. I went to work, came home, crossed paths with Chris and we were cordial to one another, him still in his cute boxers. Alma was still out of town, she had had to go back to her hometown for a family emergency right after their vacation so nothing happened in the evenings, and I continued to miss my nightly fix. I could only imagine that he must have been missing his nightly sessions with Alma too — his hyper virility must have been boiling over!

I found it strange that we didn’t address what had happened, but I preferred it to the alternative. It seemed like all that talk of me being kicked out went away when Chris understood I wasn’t a threat to his relationship.

But one Saturday night something changed. I came home from a party late and as I walked in the door, I was surprised first to hear the sounds of sex. I thought maybe Alma had finally come home, but fairly soon I found the source of the sound — the TV was on loudly, playing a porn video of a blonde, tan woman with big, fake tits getting fucked by a muscular guy.

I stood in the living room now, my eyes moving from the television screen to the couch on which I was very surprised to find Chris sitting completely naked. My jaw dropped as my gaze followed from his face, to his sinewed arm, down to his lap. I was shocked at the size and heft of the actual, lube-slicked, utterly beveined pussy pleaser he was manhandling with abandon, continuing even as I stood there in front of him. They say the camera adds ten pounds but in this case, they were definitely wrong. Reality definitely seemed to have more weight than what I’d previously only seen on screen.

He looked up at me. “Hey man,” he said, very casually, as though he were just watching an episode of Friends on Nick at Night or something.

“Uh, hey,” I said, still a bit in shock. He continued stroking himself, eyes glued to the screen. I found myself watching intently for a moment, my own cock hardening in my jeans. The soft blue light from the television accentuated every defined ridge of his abdomen, and his biceps looked dramatically huge as it moved back and forth in space, powering his fist over and over again along the length of his astounding man cannon.

If I stayed much longer, I didn’t know what I might do. I went straight to my room and jerked off with an intensity close to those original nights when I’d listened to Chris and Alma fucking in their room. The image of Chris nude sitting there, pleasuring himself, was now fixed in my mind — a new obsession.

The next day while I had my coffee in the morning, Chris came out in his boxer shorts and said hello, very casually as if nothing had happened. I have to say, I didn’t understand this new phase. But I wasn’t about to complain about it either.

I worked all day, and as I came in the door I was surprised to hear similar sounds to the previous night — a porn film playing loudly, the sound of moans and loud fucking.

Sure enough, there was Chris sitting on the couch, fully nude, watching the film and jerking off. I hurried to my room again and couldn’t help but satisfy myself as I thought of him lying there, that incredible body of his.

Once I came, I found myself wondering what the hell was happening. I thought Chris would be furious when he found out I’d been watching his sex videos, and that I was getting off on watching him specifically. His new actions were very strange — was he getting some sort of bizarre revenge on me — forcing me to walk in on him jerking off just as I had done to him? Or tempting me in some cruel way?

Or was there something else at play? I decided when I got home that night if the same thing happened, this time I’d say something.

Sure enough, I got home and as I opened the door, heard the familiar sounds. I walked in to see Chris sitting on the couch, fully naked, again going to town on his lubed up prick.

This time I had to do something. But what? I didn’t really want to interrupt him. And it felt weird just to stand there waiting for him to finish. So I sat down beside him.

When I sat down he didn’t slow his strokes at all. In fact it seemed as if his pace may have even quickened and a little grunt escaped his throat.

I somehow expected him to stop so that we could talk, but instead he wasn’t even acknowledging my presence. I sat there awkwardly for a little while watching the video, feeling the familiar tightening in my pants as I grew hard.

Chris moaned a little beside me and the memory of my fantasies came rushing back to me, causing me to get even harder.

“You like what you see?” I thought I heard him say. But that couldn’t be right. I kept my eyes on the screen.

And then I heard it again, unmistakably. “You like what you see?”

I thought I could feel him looking at me in my peripheral vision. I turned to look at him and met his gaze for an instant but looked away, nervously. He was definitely looking at me as he played with himself.

“It’s OK, bro,” I heard him say, “You can look at me. You know you want to.”

I didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Was this some kind of trap? But I also could’t resist. I turned to look at him, allowing myself to accept his invitation.

My gaze again traced his finely sculpted shoulder and biceps, to his fur covered forearm, the strong hand that slid effortlessly over that magnificent organ, a sight I hadn’t been able to banish from my mind since viewing its faint image on my laptop screen. And then I found myself looking back up, into his dark eyes and nearly fainting as he returned my gaze.

“Dude, I’m so horny without Alma here,” he said, eyes locked on mine.

“It’s OK - I get it,” I said, thinking this was some kind of apology on his part for being out there like this for his now-nightly porn binges.

“You know what I mean?” he said, “I could really use some help, and I’ve been thinking…”

It took me a moment to fully process what Chris was saying but, as he rambled on a bit, I began to understand what he was asking for. His bluntness was kind of cute. My confession had merely made his horny mind realize that, with Alma gone, there was now someone who could maybe help him satisfy his seemingly insatiable sex drive.

“Like, jerking off isn’t enough for me. But I don’t want to cheat on Alma. And…if I put a blanket over you, I won’t even know it’s a dude so it’s not like, gay or anything, you know?” he said. “And, you know, it wouldn’t be cheating, which is the important thing.”

Okay…the logic didn’t quite make sense to me, and I’d never said he was the smartest guy, but I felt pretty ready to go with whatever he was suggesting here (or really, any logic that would do anything to get me physically closer to him).

At this moment, I had to make a decision. Was I OK with how this was going down? Hiding myself so that Chris could pretend he was with someone else? To be honest, it was a bit humiliating. But was that concern enough to stop me from taking the chance that he was offering to me? Not at all.

“Yeah,” I found myself saying, “I’m game.”

He smiled at my eagerness.

“I can tell how horny you are.” I said, “and I get that you need a release - I’m…so down to help,” I said, as he continued grinning.

“So…how do you want to do this?” I asked.

“Well - you can, you know, get comfortable first,” he said somewhat sheepishly. I hesitated, guessing at what he meant, but wanting to be sensitive to how he wanted this to go.

“Like, you don’t have to wear all your clothes if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, cool,” I said. I felt self conscious for a moment as I pulled my shirt over my head. But for someone who didn’t want to think he was about to be with a guy, he was certainly pretty focused on me as I got undressed.

“Bro, you must be hitting the gym a lot lately,” he said admiringly as I took down my pants. “Look at those quads.”

I could feel myself blushing, proud of his admiration as I threw aside my underwear. I saw his gaze linger on my erect cock. I always thought I was pretty well-sized at eight inches, but it was nowhere near impressive as his.

“Ok…so, grab that blanket, and come over here…” he said, slapping his thighs.

I did as I was asked, grabbing a soft blanket from the couch, handing it to him, and knelt before him. He then unfolded the blanket, and placed it over my head, enclosing me in a small space — me, kneeling, alone with his well developed legs, and the pièce de résistance, the fleshy tower stretching up before me from his fur-covered crotch, now bucking and pulsing with anticipation.

I approached gingerly, moving myself between his spread legs, placing my hands on his thighs.

“That’s it,” I heard him saying, encouraging me along, “Get in there.”

The blanket admitted a little bit of light and I could see that I was facing his tree-trunk sized member which, implausibly, seemed even bigger up close.

“Touch it,” I heard him saying, slightly muffled by the blanket. I took a deep breath. He’d put the porn back on and I could hear the loud exclamations of the pornstar as she enjoyed the man beneath her.

I reached out tentatively and gasped as I wrapped my fingers around it’s incredible girth, holding onto it for a moment, just enjoying the feel of it pulsing in my hand. I’d never held another man’s cock and it was a new and delicious sensation for me. Something I’d longed to do for quite a while now.

“Yeah,” he said. “Now stroke it.” The thing was completely greased up and shining dimly in the faint light. I let my hand slip down it’s length all the way to settle on his huge ballsack, then brought it up again, giving a little flick of my wrist to tickle the underside of the head as I stroked back down, eliciting a moan from Chris. Guess I was doing something right…

I began to stroke him rhythmically now, watching closeup, eyes wide, as my hand slid back and forth over the great, meaty thing before me.

“I-I want your mouth on it,” I heard him saying trepidatiously. And then a bit more confidently, “Now.”

I definitely wanted to obey, but was very aware of my inexperience as I faced the intimidating thing in my hand. Looking at it, I quickly came up with a gameplan, deciding to start with what seemed like the easiest approach — still jacking him steadily I buried my face in his absurdly large balls, kissing them, and drawing one fully into my mouth, sucking it gently, enjoying the faint musky aroma of his cock basket.

“Aw yeah, that feels good,” I heard Chris moan. The fact that I was causing this man pleasure caused a shudder throughout my body. I wanted more. I was ready.

I scooted closer and, holding his rock hard dick at its rigid root, drew the bulbous head closer to my mouth and began to kiss it slowly, firmly, tonguing the big hole at its tip, and dragging the glans across my lips, teasingly. As I sloppily tongue kissed the mushroom-shaped helmet, I was surprised to taste a salty gob of pre-cum leaking from its hole and instinctively lapped it up, eliciting another, deeper moan from him — music to my ears.

Newly addicted to causing his pleasure, I opened my mouth a bit wider in order to better fit the fat, now spit-slicked head into my mouth. It was soooo big but I was somehow able to slide it past my lips and into my mouth - not quite as far as i had hoped, but he seemed to like it. His hips were now moving in small, involuntary movements as though he couldn’t help but fuck his cock just a bit deeper into my mouth. And, as we all know, hips don’t lie.

Now I moaned causing his flesh wand to vibrate in my mouth which in turn made his sounds of pleasure even louder. I thrilled to feel his hand above me, pressing gently on the back of my head through the blanket, urging me on so I slid it in a little bit more. I really found myself wanting to do it — to prove that I could get all of it into my throat like the slut I heard gagging from the TV where the porno still played.

I didn’t know if it was out of bounds, but since we were both in the moment now, I took the liberty of grabbing his hips so I could get a little bit more purchase, swallowing at least another inch into my hungry mouth.

“Wow,” I heard him saying, “you’re really good at that.” I responded to his praise by gripping him harder and increasing my rhythm as I bobbed in his lap.

“F-fuck…” he stammered now. He seemed to be losing control, and I was the cause of it — something I’d only considered in my most secret fantasies.

I now allowed myself even more license, letting one hand stray out of the blanket and onto his abs, letting my fingertips play gently across the fuzz covered, taut, impeccably maintained muscles I found there.

“You like that, huh?” he said as I touched him.

“Mmm,” I responded through my epic mouthful.

“You’ve been thinking about this body,” he said. Was it possible? It seemed that something about my desire for him was also turning him on. I’d worked him up into a lather and he was definitely seeming to loosen up.

I took his words as permission to go further, letting my hand stray to his chest where I squeezed his well-toned pec and began to play with his nipple. He moaned and I was startled when he flinched, and shocked to suddenly feel my mouth filling with warm, thick fluid. I instinctively swallowed and felt his hands push beneath the blanket where they grabbed the back of my head, forcing his spewing rod even further down my throat. He was grunting now, the sound from the TV drowned out by his moans of satisfaction as I dutifully swallowed his thick, salty seed.

When his hip thrusts subsided and I could feel the throbs begin to slow, I let his cock slide out of my mouth, crawled back from underneath the blanket, and sat beside him on the couch, spent.

He looked over at me with a strange grin on his face and took a deep breath.

“Wow…that was…something.” He said. “I mean, you’re like…very good at that…so…”

“Thanks, man,” I said. I was genuinely flattered! But also still deeply horny. I could tell that he was experiencing some kind of post coital embarrassment, even though his cock was still hard as ever.

He started to stand up, his erection wobbling obscenely, still throbbing visibly. “Well, I guess…”

I cut him off quickly, not wanting to let this moment end. “Oh. Are you going to bed now?”

“Yeah, probably best if we, just…” he trailed off, awkwardly.

“Alright…understood. But, just wanted to put something out there.”

He stood there, waiting, looking gorgeous, seemingly inviting me to continue, which made me think there might be some hope.

“Just wanted to say that…we both know you’re not an easily satiated man.”

He laughed a little bit. A cue to go further?

“I mean - it’s pretty plain to see,” and here I gestured at the incredible schlong protruding from his crotch, “That even if you’re finished, that thing is certainly not.”

He laughed louder.

“Well…yeah, I mean I was just going to go and jerk off, but…”

That “but” hanging in the air held so much delicious promise.

“Well, just to say, I am game for anything. Like, we could go further, you know, and it would be just like how we did it just now — you could think about whatever you want.”

A bit of cum began to drool from his cock hole, gravity pulling it down in a silvery thread to the ground. I wanted to reach out, grab it and smear it on my lips, but I resisted.

“Alright, yeah.” he said, “Maybe that could work. I’m uh, into trying it out. Let’s do it.”

He began to walk to the bedroom, and I followed behind, hanging back a bit to take him all in — finally able to appreciate the magnificence of his nude body from behind in person — broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist and two of the most powerful looking haunches I’d ever seen. I imagined them driving into me — their force.

Being back in his room reminded me of my earlier adventure there when I’d found the drive. The bed was impeccably made, a large mirror stood against the wall to one side of the room.

“Bro, thanks. I really need this - it’s been so long since Alma’s been gone. And, you know, it’s not like this is cheating…”

“Yeah,” I said, “I need this too.” Understatement of the year.

I sat down on the bed in front of him, very ready. As if remembering something, he grabbed his laptop from his desk and positioned it on the bedside table so that he could see it from where he had been standing. He put on some more straight porn, filling the room with the sounds of moaning, sucking, flesh on flesh. I was a little disappointed at the distraction, but if he needed the porn to make this happen, I was not going to stand in his way.

He looked down at me, and began to speak hesitantly.

“Now listen, have you done this before?” he asked.

“Like this, this?” I asked?

He laughed a little bit, “Yeah, like this, this.”

“Well, not exactly,” I said. “Have you?”

“Well - not this way, but I’ve done it a bunch with Alma. And before that with other girls. And, well…let’s just say, from experience, it’s going to be better for both of us if we…get you ready.”

“Sounds okay to me, but what do you…oh,” I saw that he had turned away from me and was pulling the large bottle of lube I’d seen from his dresser drawer.

“Well, you know, because of my size,” he was saying as he returned to the bed, briefly gesturing to his still miraculously erect dick, as though anyone would misconstrue what he was referring to, “It’s good to get you used to having something in there before we, you know…”

Now he stood over me, “Turn over,” he said with a very sexy tone of authority, and I may have won the world record for flipping onto my belly. I was now on all fours on the bed, my back slightly arched, presenting my ass fully to him.

He chuckled a little at my eagerness. I was looking back at him expectantly, enjoying seeing him standing there, naked and powerful behind me. He held the bottle of lube above my outspread offering. He pumped once and I felt the shockingly cool lube slide over my asshole. He pumped again, now fully coating it in the viscous liquid. Then, to my shock, he brought his hand to my butt, placing his palm against my tailbone, and proceeded to place his two forefingers directly against my hungry hole.

I breathed in sharply with pleasurable surprise.

“Is that okay?” I was shocked by how gentle and intimate his touch was.

“Um, yeah, definitely,” I said, while inside fireworks of incredible joy and pleasure were echoing through my body.

To my delight, he now slid his fingers back and forth over my puckered O-ring, a massage unlike anything I’d ever felt. I involuntarily responded by pushing my hips back against him.

“Hm, maybe you’re readier than I thought,” he wondered aloud. “You’re like an eager little slut,” he said with a chuckle.

I couldn’t believe he was talking like that to me.

“Just like her,” he gestured toward the screen, where a woman on all fours was getting the banging of a lifetime from a muscled jock behind her.

“I’m gonna go a little further, OK?” he said, and then pushed his middle finger just slightly against the tight little opening where it seemed to encounter a little resistance, just a little bit, before soon he had pushed through.

An involuntary moan escaped my lips as I felt him penetrating me — the first time I’d experienced the sensation.

“That’s good, just relax and breathe,” he said.

I relaxed, looking towards his laptop where the woman was now slobbering all over the jock’s uncut cock. He had nothing on Chris.

“Wow, you really are good at this,” I said, looking back at him again, as he, with a concentrated look on his face, still watching the porn closely, began to fuck me with his finger, going in deeper, sliding to the knuckle, his palm still pressed against me, his other fingers against that sweet spot below my balls.

“Yeah, I really love anal, but it definitely takes a while to get most girls ready — I’ve got the technique totally down,” he said.

“Seems like a good technique to me,” I said rather awkwardly, savoring the feeling of my roommate’s finger up my ass.

Then, as he slid in at a slightly different angle, I felt him touch a spot inside me that made me utter a low, involuntary, guttural moan as a warm, liquid pleasure spread throughout my pelvis and out to my body.

“Oh, there it is! Girls definitely don’t have that,” he said, maintaining a slight, but overwhelming pressure there. I felt fluid begin to ooze out of my cock as he continued to give my prostate little, maddening flicks of his fingertip.

“Aright, we better stop that or you’re gonna finish before I’ve even had a chance to fuck you!” he said in a brazen way that nearly made me explode.

“Now we’re gonna open you up just a bit more,” he said, “Ready?”

“Fuck yeah,” I said, after which I felt his forefinger sliding in to meet the other one, stretching my asshole even wider.

I inhaled again at the slight pain, pain that was soon replaced by incredible pleasure as he began moving his two meaty fingers in and out of me.

“That’s it,” he said, “I think you’re almost ready.”

“Yeah,” I said, wanting more. I really did feel like an insatiable slut. “I think so too.”

“Alright, that’s good. Cause I’m super ready too,” he said, sliding his fingers out.

“Turn over on your back,” he commanded.

I looked back at him, a bit trepidatious, but ready to do whatever he wanted. He still had his eyes trained fully on the porn, and his impossibly stiff cock was as hard as ever. I flipped over, lying back on the bed with my knees up, feet planted on the bed, propped up on my elbows to face him.

Now he turned back to the dresser where he pumped another generous dollop of lube into his hand, turned to face me, and then ran the glistening liquid up and down the length of his cock. I think something in him enjoyed giving me this show. I felt a new sensation as I watched him jack the lube onto his fuckstick - my inner depths were now missing his fingers - a shamefully desirous hunger grew in my asshole as I watched each stroke, my throbbing prostate practically begging for it.

He approached now, standing in front of me. Grabbing my thighs in either hand, he pulled me back slightly, scooting my hips and ass towards him so they hovered just a bit off the bed. I looked down and saw that he was positioning me just right — placing that shimmering cock-slab below my balls. I watched it as though it were happening to someone else, and was surprised to feel the sensation of the crabapple sized, circumcised cockhead rest lasciviously, directly against my asshole.

Looking around Chris briefly, I saw his reflection in the large mirror against the wall, showing me an entire glorious portrait of his muscular back, epic buttocks, and sinewy legs.

I looked back down now to see him grab my hip firmly with one hand while, with his other hand, he gripped the base of his cock root, pushing the shaft down so that the fat head pressed firmly into the hollow of my ass. In the mirror I saw his muscular glutes flex a little bit as he pressed his pelvis gently forward, while at the same time pulling my lower body firmly towards him by my hip.

I took a deep breath in, closed my eyes, and felt my world expanding as my tight sphincter impossibly began to spread open to accept him. I savored every feeling as the tremendous head slid in.

“You good?” he asked.

But I couldn’t speak to respond. I opened my eyes to look up at him and just nodded, catching my breath. His eyes had now strayed from the porn, and he was looking at mine kind of sweetly with concern.

Looking back at the porn, he now pulled out slightly, and pushed in a bit more. Then, leaning over me, he propped himself up on his forearms which now rested to either side of me. I thrilled to have him this close to me, even with his eyes unwaveringly trained on the screen. I felt a freedom to inspect him closely — his broad chest looming just inches from me, his musky scent of shaving cream and sweat, his hot breath as he, unghhh, pushed ever deeper inside of me.

“Fuuuck!” he exclaimed as I my tight little asshole expand to fit him. I looked up at his face and saw that he was looking at me again, now with an amazed expression on his face.

I felt an internal suction as though my ass were pulling him deeper inside of its own accord.

“Oh, wow,” he said, and then he moaned again as he sank himself an inch or so deeper, “Are you sure this is your first time?” he asked.

“Very sure,” I responded, looking at his gorgeous face only inches away. “I definitely would have remembered something like this!”

“It’s so tight, but you really seem like you can take it,” he said, incredulous. “It feels like your ass really wants it.”

“Yeah,” I said, “It feels that way to me too — I guess it has a mind of its own.”

“OK, bud,” he said, and I wasn’t sure if it was to me or to my horny asshole, “If you want it, you’re gonna get it,” he said, and I grinned as he really began to fuck me.

I watched in the mirror, staring at his brawny asscheeks as they rose and fell, plunging into me with incredible force.

He seemed instinctively to know where my G-spot was and every thrust felt like it drove directly into the orgasmic center of my being.

Deliriously, I looked up at his face. His eyes were scrunched closed making him look possessed.

“You can…touch me if you want,” he managed to say, and I didn’t hesitate — it’s all I’d wanted to do — grabbing onto his sweaty hips and holding them tightly as he ground deliciously into me. Growing a bit more adventurous, I moved my hands to grip the thick orbs of his ass cheeks, eliciting a small groan.

I thrilled to look at him in the mirror, my hands cupping his delectable hindquarters as they pistoned over and over into me.

“Maybe,” I said, not able to help myself from hazarding a risky little suggestion, “It would feel more real for you if we kiss while we do it,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said, now leaning down and kissing me on the mouth, his eyes still closed. His lips were electric, his mouth hungry. I couldn’t believe what passion he had in him. I kissed him back and kept a tight hold of his butt as he continued fucking me with even quicker movements.

He was leaning so close now that my own cock was rubbing deliciously back and forth in the narrow central ridge of his abs. I was literally fucking his muscles. That combined with his seemingly incredible precision in finding my prostate with his divining rod made me feel like an orgasm was building inside me, imminently to explode to the surface.

I couldn’t help now but grab my own cock and start jerking it quickly as he fucked me, lubed by the prodigious precum he had milked out of me with his impressive cocksmanship. His eyes were still closed and he was still pressing his lips against mine, and I knew he must be able to feel the rapid movement of my hand on my cock as I slid it against his shredded belly.

My breathing quickened, “I’m gonna come,” I whispered, “Make me cum.”

And then, to my disbelief, he lifted me up off the bed, embraced me in his huge arms and said, “Oh yeah, you want to cum?”

“Yes, make me cum!” I answered, jerking off as he held me up, impaling me on his impossibly stiff fuck organ.

His eyes were open now, and it seemed like he was really enjoying it. Our eyes met and I could tell that the pleasure in my face was feeding his own intensity.

“I’m cumming!” I practically shouted, unable to control myself, and began to spew hot cum all over his straining abs.

“Me too!” he yelled, as he pushed me back down onto the bed. I continued to shoot off on him as I could feel my inner depths showered in an explosion of thick goo that he drove into me even deeper than before.

My own subsiding orgasm felt like it was somehow opening me up for him, and he felt it too — allowing himself to push into me to the hilt, his heavy balls resting against my tailbone.

Now he kissed me again, our muscular torsos pressed together, sliding back and forth greased by my own cum. He groaned in that voice I had delighted in so many times before as he gave his last, involuntary thrusts filing me up with his seed. I held onto his glorious backside, pulling him into me until the last paroxysm had subsided.

As he grunted with the spasms, he looked down at me and laughed, “Wow, didn’t think this would happen when I woke up this morning!” he said, his sweat dripping down onto me.

I could barely respond and just laughed as well, smiling a blissed out grin up at him.

He leaned back and eased himself out of me (a move that took a surprisingly looong time), stood up, then lay down on his back beside me.

“Fuck, that was good,” he said, sort of smacking my thigh in a convivial way - just two buds.

I lay there, breathing heavily, unbelieving.

Then a chirp sounded from his cellphone on his bedside table. He leaned over and checked it.

“Oh wow - Alma’s coming back tonight!” he said, happiness in his voice.

Quickly, he became a bit flustered, “Fuck, you’ve gotta get out of here!” he said, hustling me out.

“OK Chris,” I said, in a daze of pleasure. “Sounds good.”

I found he was pushing me out the door now, into the living room.

“Thanks again, man,” he said as I left. And our eyes locked. “Really,” he said, “It was fun.

I nodded, “Uh, no problem,” I responded, still completely incredulous.

Had that really just happened?

Whatever, first thing’s first — I had to clean up before Alma gets home! I grabbed my clothes and brought them into my room so as not to leave any evidence, then lay down in bed.

I knew that I had a lot to think about — like was Chris gay? I mean, he sure seemed to enjoy himself. My mind flashed back to his hot mouth on mine as he drove his unreal appendage into me.

A sudden thought came into my head that maybe we could do this again tomorrow. And every day. But then I remembered that Alma was coming home and my heart sank.

But I could think about that in the morning. For now, I just luxuriated in the profound pleasure that I had just experienced and lay there, going back over each moment of deliciousness, trying to commit it to my memory.

I must have drifted off for a little while, but I awoke when I heard Alma enter, the door creaking open followed by their exclamations of enjoyment after having been apart for so long.

Only moments later I heard the familiar sounds that Chris and Alma had made before that had turned me on so much before, but now each squeak of the mattress, and enthusiastic exclamation from Alma was like a blade in my heart.

I pulled my pillow over my head trying to block them out, realizing that I was now being consumed by a strong feeling of jealousy. There was no way that bitch fucked Chris better than me, and I knew it. I could tell he’d never had an ass quite like mine.

What was I thinking? Things had to go back to normal. It was up to me to forget everything that happened. But how could I ever forget? I stared at the ceiling, listening to them fuck, and vowed that I would be back in Chris’s bed again before the week was out. Whatever it took.
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