The Roommate’s Annoyance

It was the first day of school, and I was just trying to survive the grueling senior year ahead. As I walked out to my car, I heard Brad calling out to me. “Hey, Jake! Let me catch a ride. Amber’s party got cancelled and I don’t have a way home.” I sighed, knowing that I’d have to deal with his lack of planning once again.

“Okay, come on. I’m gonna stop by Eddie’s on the way back, he got me some vodka for the weekend,” I said, slightly annoyed. Brad was always like this, never thinking ahead, but I couldn’t help but roll my eyes in amusement.

“Thanks man,” he heaved, out of breath. For all the conditioning we did, he couldn’t sprint 100 yards to save his life.

Sitting in traffic, waiting for everyone to leave, Brad started rifling through his papers, “Man, who the fuck decides to start school on a Friday? This is bullshit. And homework! The first fucking day!” I laughed loudly, “Maybe they do that so idiots like you don’t get overwhelmed and drop out!” He shot me a sideways glance as we finally got out of the parking lot.

A half hour later, I had gotten the vodka from Eddie and pulled into our neighborhood. Stopping at Brad’s house, I asked, “Since the party got cancelled do you want to come over later and help me drink this? My parents are in Chicago for the weekend, so I’m just gonna get drunk and play Grand Theft Auto.” “Fuck yeah I do! Just let me read this Shakespeare bullshit and shower then I’ll be over.” I nodded, knowing that he’d be over soon.

About an hour later, I was starting to feel a slight buzz. I picked up my phone to see that Brad had sent me three texts, “Hey”, “Hey”, and “Hey, guess what”. I sighed, not wanting to deal with whatever it was that he wanted to show me.

But then the picture messages came in. The first one was of his crotch, shaved and covered in his hand. The second one was of him laying down with his legs in the air, shaved and looking… different. I raised an eyebrow, not sure what to make of it. “Dude what the fuck lol I don’t wanna see that! If I didn’t know it were you, based on that second picture I’d think you were a girl lmao.”

Brad responded with, “Yeah right! If anyone looks like a girl its you haha. Your ass looks just like a bitch’s” I laughed, knowing that he was just joking around. We’d been friends for too long for me to take it seriously.

He came over a few hours later, and we spent the evening playing GTA and sipping vodka. But as the night wore on, things started to get a little weird. We were watching a Heather Brooke tribute video, and Brad was getting more and more excited. “Oh fuck yeah dude. NOBODY can suck a dick like that bitch.” I laughed, knowing that he was just turned on by the video.

But then he said something that caught me off guard. “Goddamn, man. I don’t know how she does it. No bitch has ever been able to take all of me down her throat, and that guy has almost two inches on me.” He looked at his prick, almost sizing himself up. “If you don’t have a gag reflex it’s not hard dude. You know that I don’t have one. If I were gay I could do the same thing she does.”

I tried to maintain eye contact, but my gaze kept drifting back to his cock. It was hard, and it looked… different. I felt a pang of curiosity, but I pushed it aside. “How?” I laughed, not wanting to get involved in whatever it was that he was suggesting.

“Well…yeah…It wouldn’t be gay or anything. I just think you’re a fuckin’ liar.” I paused, feeling a surge of excitement. Maybe this was more than just a joke. Maybe this was something real.

“Okay, fine. Do you just want me to crawl between your legs?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. But inside, I was racing with excitement. Was this really happening? Was Brad actually suggesting this?

“Wait, are you serious?” he asked, his voice laced with uncertainty. I nodded, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, I’m not a fuckin’ liar. And it’s not gay or anything. I’m just gonna show you that it can be done!”

He looked taken aback, but then a look of excitement crossed his face. “I want you to kneel, and I’ll stand in front of you.” I swallowed hard, feeling my heart racing. What was I getting myself into?

Crawling off the bed, I got on my knees on the floor. “Get it wet first, though. It’ll be easier than if it were dry.” He spit on his hand a few times and stroked himself to the point that his dick was glistening. Maneuvering off the bed, he stood about a foot in front of me.

“So..how do you want to do this?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I replied, trying to sound confident. “I’ll just open my mouth, and you move forward until your balls hit my chin.” He bit his lip, and stroked himself while walking closer to me.

When he was an inch away from me, I opened my mouth and looked up at him. “Get ready to take my cock, bitch.” He said confidently, as he placed his hand on the top of my head. I licked my lips, feeling a surge of excitement. This was it. This was really happening.

Once the tip of his dick reached my tongue, I closed my lips around him. My tongue applying slight pressure as he inched himself deeper into my mouth. Once about five inches were in, he hit the entrance to my throat. I placed my hands on his hips, took a deep breath, and plunged myself forward.

My throat gave way, and the last two and a half inches quickly slid in. Once he was comfortable lodged down my throat, I stuck my tongue out and lapped at his balls. “Ohhh, fuuuuck.” He groaned as his dick pulsed in my mouth.

I slowly moved my head back, letting him slide almost completely out of my mouth. When just the tip was left on my tongue, I plunged his entire length back down my throat. Holding it for a few seconds, I bobbed my head back and forth, fucking my throat with his cock.

Moaning loudly, Brad said, “Holy fuck. That feels so fucking good. I can’t believe you can take it so easily. Don’t fuckin’ stop.” I had absolutely zero plans of stopping, regardless of what he said. As soon as I tasted his prick, I knew I wouldn’t stop until I got every ounce of cum out of him.

“Not until you tell me to, daddy. Whatever you want.” Those words made him even harder. He placed his hands on either side of my head, and started to buck his hips. I stayed still, letting him use my mouth however he wanted to. I grabbed my own cock and started jacking off while he slowly slid his entire length in and out of my throat.

“You’re my bitch now, aren’t you? Whenever I want, you’re gonna let me use your throat.” He pulled out of my mouth just long enough to let me respond, “Yes, sir.” He started fucking my face rougher now. Slamming his entire length down my throat until his balls were smashed against my chin. Holding my head still while he violently humped my face.

Drool began to flow out of my mouth and I caught some, using it as lube to jack myself off. I felt a surge of excitement, mixed with a hint of fear. What was I getting myself into? But I couldn’t stop now. I was too far gone.

The air was thick with tension as I slid down his body, my mouth watering at the prospect of tasting him. He lay back, his legs lifting off the bed as he presented himself to me.

“Jerk me off and lick my asshole until I cum, slut. I’ve always wanted a bitch to eat my ass.”

“Mmmm, anything you want, daddy. As long as you give me all of your cum,” I replied, my voice husky with desire.

I wrapped my hand around his length, the veins pulsing beneath my fingers. His ass was a mystery to me, a forbidden pleasure that I was eager to explore. I took a long, slow lick, the taste exploding on my tongue like a firework.

The spit from his throat acted as a perfect lubricant as I stroked him with one hand, my left hand moving in a slow, sensual motion. My right hand was a blur, pumping my own cock in time with his. The rhythm was hypnotic, drawing us both deeper into the moment.

“Oh, fuck… I’m so close. Put your tongue in my ass. As deep as you can go,” he begged, his voice barely above a whisper.

I obliged, my tongue probing the depths of his hole as I continued to stroke his cock. The sensation was almost too much to bear, the combination of his warmth and the taste of him sending shivers down my spine.

“Does that feel good, daddy? Do you like how I eat your ass? And how I can take your big cock all the way down my throat?” I asked, my voice dripping with seduction.

“You are such a nasty fucking slut. Are you ready to eat my load?” he growled, his eyes blazing with desire.

“Mmm, yes, daddy, I am. Feed it to me, please,” I replied, backing up onto my knees and opening my mouth wide.

He stood up, his cock pulsing with excitement as he prepared to unleash his load. I felt a surge of anticipation, my mouth watering in preparation. Two, three strokes and he was ready, his tip touching my tongue as he exploded into my hungry mouth.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” he screamed, his body convulsing with pleasure.

I took him all in, my mouth sliding down his length as he pumped out load after load. My own cock spasmed, squirting cum all over the hardwood floor as I struggled to keep up with him.

“Ohhh, you fucking whore, swallow it all,” he groaned, his balls finally emptying.

I licked the last little bit off his piss hole, a satisfied smile spreading across my face. “So, how was it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“That was the best fucking blowjob I’ve ever had. Seriously. Fuck,” he replied, his eyes still shining with pleasure.

As I bent down to lick up my own cum, he slapped my ass hard, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine. I looked up at him, a smile spreading across my face. We both knew this wasn’t going to be a one-time thing.

“I think we’re going to get along just fine,” I said, my voice husky with desire.

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” he replied, his eyes never leaving mine.