My Relationship with a Roommate Who Taunted Me

A forgotten memory

I recently wrote about my first cocksucking experience, but the act of writing it down triggered a memory I had suppressed for a long time. I did have one previous encounter that I’d almost forgotten.

This was my first time sucking a cock. I was a young student, just 18 years old. I was living in shared rooms with four other guys. Two of them I got along with pretty well, but the other, Andy, was a bit of a weirdo. He was a pain to be around, always making inappropriate comments about sex and strutting around naked, making everyone uncomfortable.

I tried to avoid him as much as possible, but the only benefit of sharing a room with him was that he had a great collection of porn. The usual nude girl magazines, but also more graphic stuff from the Netherlands and Sweden.

It was a Saturday morning, and I knew two of the guys had gone into town. Andy said he was off out soon, but I saw my chance to “unwind” in private. I went into his room, trying to be as casual as possible. He was just getting ready for a shower, dressed only in his underwear.

“Can I borrow some of your new magazines?” I asked.

“Yeah, sure,” he replied.

“Going to have a crafty tug while we’re all out, eh?” he said with a grin.

I blushed furiously and stuttered some denial, but Andy just laughed and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell the guys.” He handed me the magazines, and I sat on the edge of his bed, sorting through them.

As I browsed through the magazines, I came across some Swedish stuff that showed two guys and a woman in a threesome. They were all engaged in some pretty raunchy sex acts, and my cock started to grow in my PJs. I’d never seen anything like it before, and it was both exciting and frustrating at the same time.

Andy came back into the room, wet from the shower and clad only in his towel. “Ha, you found the good stuff, eh?” he said, noticing the page I was looking at.

Too late, I realized what I was looking at, and I tried to turn the page over quickly, but Andy had already grabbed it from my hands. “My, my,” he said, looking at me with a sly grin. “Look at what you were staring at.”

He glanced down at my PJs and saw my erection, which was now fully tented through the material. “Looks like somebody likes a little cock action,” he said, laughing.

I tried to protest, but Andy just teased me, saying, “Wait till I tell the guys what I found you doing.” I stammered some denial, but Andy just laughed and said, “Ha, sure, and your cock just sprang up on its own.”

As he was talking, I saw that he’d dropped his towel, and he was standing in front of me, completely nude. His body was smooth and trim, with little hair anywhere. His cock was jutting out, about 5 inches long, and he was uncut, but his foreskin showed the crown of his cockhead.

“You ever do anything like this?” he asked casually, seemingly unaware of his proximity and nakedness.

I started to phrase some sort of denial, but then I noticed his cock was beginning to grow and lengthen, thickening slightly and raising out in front of him. “I err, no, I mean I’ve never…,” I stammered.

Andy ignored me and continued to stroke his cock, making it rise further and harder. He pulled his foreskin back to expose his mushroom-shaped cockhead. “They look even better in real life, don’t they, faggot?” he said, his eyes locked on mine.

I was shocked and fascinated by what I was seeing. His cock was so sexy and erotic, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest. I was aware of my own nearly exposed cock, throbbing in its slender strip of prison.

Andy stopped stroking his cock, pulling his foreskin back so his cock was fully exposed and hard in his hand. He pointed it towards me and said, “Do you like it?”

I gazed at his cock in a sort of trance, the glans exposed and the head a deep red from the rush of blood. His slit was slightly gaping, and I felt a surge of excitement.

“You can touch it if you want,” Andy said. “Go on, it won’t bite.”

I reached out and slowly ran my fingertips down his shaft, from just below his cockhead to his balls. He inhaled sharply and his cock twitched.

“Mmm, that feels good,” he said. “You have a nice touch.”

He took a step towards me, so his aroused hard cock was right in front of my face. “Go on, stroke it a little more,” he said. “You know what you want, don’t you, faggot?”

I was in a sort of sexual daze, and I slowly ran my hand up and down his cock, grasping it this time and working his foreskin up and down. It felt amazing, hot and soft and hard all at the same time.

Andy’s cock was so hard and sensitive, and I felt a rush of excitement as I wanked him. He was moaning and gasping, and I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand.

As I continued to stroke him, Andy reached out and stroked my face, his eyes locked on mine. “Mm, mm, yes,” he said, his voice low and husky.

“Look, Andy,” I started to protest, but he just laughed and said, “Too late for protest, cock-lover. Anyone else would have run a mile, but look at you, just can’t get enough, can you?”

He pulled my head towards him, and I felt his cock brush against my lips. “Now kiss my balls,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

I hesitated for a moment, but Andy’s words and his cock just inches from my face were too much for me. I leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on his ballsack.

Andy stepped in closer, so his balls were pressing into my face, and I felt a rush of excitement. The smell of his arousal broke through the fresh, clean smell, and I felt my head swim.

“Oh, yes,” Andy said, his voice low and husky. “Just like that. Now lick them till I tell you to stop.”

I bent and licked the soft flesh, sucking each ball into my mouth and gently massaging them with my tongue. Andy was moaning and gasping, and I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand.

As I continued to worship him, a bead of precum leaked from his slit onto my fingers. I broke off from my oral exploration and brought my precum-covered fingers to my mouth.

I looked up at Andy, who was staring lustfully at me. “I knew I was right about you,” he said, a sly grin spreading across his face.

He turned and walked to the door, locking it behind him. “Get those bottoms off,” he said. “I want to see you naked in front of me as you suck my cock.”

I slid off my PJs and sat naked on the edge of his bed, waiting for him. Andy walked back towards me, his fully erect cock swaying slightly, a bead of precum dripping from his slit.

“There’s a good boy,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Now be a good little cocksucker and earn your reward.”

I grasped the base of his cock and adjusted my head and his hot, hard cock until it was level with my mouth. Slowly, I poked out my tongue and licked his cockhead.

Andy’s cock jumped slightly, and he gasped as I repeated my movements, licking all around the crown and slit of his sexy, blood-suffused head. I teased his slit, probing it with my tongue, tasting more precum as it started to ooze and lubricate his erection.

Then, I leaned forward and drew his cock in, wrapping my lips around his shaft as I moistly sucked him into my willing mouth. My hand was stroking the lower end of his shaft, and I brought my other up to cup and fondle his balls.

Lapping around his cockhead with my tongue, I started to bob back and forth, working my lips a little further down the shaft each time. Andy was moaning and gasping, and I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth.

As I continued to suck him, Andy brought his hands up to hold the sides of my head. “Oh, god, yes,” he said, his voice low and husky. “Suck my cock, that is so good.”

I took this as a cue to work harder to pleasure him. I licked and sucked as he started to slowly thrust in and out of my mouth, the friction and suction of my mouth bringing him closer to ejaculation.

“OH, yes,” he cried, his voice low and husky. “Yes, I’m cumming!”

His breathing was ragged, and he was panting as he suddenly pushed his cock as deep into my mouth as he could and arched his back.

I felt his cock in my mouth spurt out and shoot his cum. It hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag and tear up slightly, but I was too busy swallowing and tasting it to care.

His cum flooded me, and I knew that I had to swallow it all. I was intoxicated by the taste and feel of his sperm in my mouth, knowing that my oral worship had brought him to orgasm.

As I swallowed the last mouthful of creamy load, Andy held my head still, his cock still hard and sticky with cum. “There’s a good boy,” he said, a sly grin spreading across his face.

He offered his head for me to lick the dribble of cum still oozing from his cock’s slit. Neither of us spoke or moved for a moment, then he looked down at my own leaking, straining erection.

“Why don’t you lie back and take care of that?” he said, his voice low and husky.

I needed no further prompting, but lay back and began to rub my own engorged cock, bringing myself close to release. Andy stood over me, rubbing his glistening semi-erect cock.

He lifted my legs and pushed them right over my head, pointing my bursting cock at my mouth. “That’s it, faggot, take your load,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

I continued to stroke my own cock as Andy pushed a slick finger deep into my asshole. I gasped in sexual surprise and came, shooting ropes of cum onto my face and into my mouth.

Andy released my legs and scooped the cum off my face, feeding it into my mouth. I sucked and licked and swallowed my own cum as my dizzying orgasm subsided.

I slowly regained consciousness, the metallic taste of our combined release still lingering in my mouth. Andy stood above me, his eyes locked onto mine, his erection a testament to his unbridled desire.

“Looks like I have a little cumslut to take care of my needs this semester,” he said, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and dominance.

Before I could process his words, Andy was gone, leaving me reeling from the intensity of our encounter. I tried to push the memories to the back of my mind, but the more I thought about our recent connection, the more they came flooding back.

“What just happened?” I whispered to myself, the words echoing in my mind like a cruel taunt.

The memories came rushing back, and with them, the feelings of shame and vulnerability. I felt like I was trapped in a never-ending cycle of submission, with Andy holding the reins.

As I lay there, reliving the horror of that night, I knew I had to confront the truth. I couldn’t keep running from the memories, no matter how painful they were.

With a newfound determination, I began to write about my experiences, hoping to find some measure of closure. But as the words flowed onto the page, I realized that I was only just beginning to scratch the surface of the wounds that still lingered within me.