A gay story: The Roommate Arrangement – Pt. 01 Noah slammed the door behind his situationship with a growl. It was late on a Thursday night, and they’d stumbled in ten minutes ago. I looked up from my movie with a jerk, biting my tongue with shock. My roommate rolled his thick shoulders back and grumbled under his breath.
“What’s that all about? I was preparing to get my headphones,” I said with a grin.
Noah stomped over and threw himself on the couch with a snort. He palmed his groin absentmindedly, and I couldn’t look away from the slight bulge there. My roommate took up most our small, lumpy couch. He spread his thick thighs wide, and his sports shorts rode up higher. Noah was brawn, strength and oozed easy charisma. He spent most of his time in the gym and the rest bringing a revolving door of women through our cramped college rooms. I thought I’d lucked out, getting one of the few college suites. Two separate bedrooms, a private bathroom and an open-plan kitchen and lounge area.
Until I met Noah.
Living with him was like being afflicted with permanent blue balls. My roommate was straight. He was 1000% straight, as he’d told me, several times, especially when he’d walked in on me jerking off once. But did that stop me from lusting after him? No. He was a swimmer, with wide shoulders, narrow hips and a V that could cut. Not to mention his ass. Pure muscle. I daydreamed about him bending me over our ratty couch, making me squeal like his conquests.
“It’s nothing Bran, just Sandy playing games with me,” he complained, carding his hand through his wavy brown hair. “That’s what happened.”
I waited for him to elaborate, watching him cup his dick. It was half hard and I could see the outline in his gray sweatpants. My mouth watered, and I tore my gaze away. The last thing I wanted was for him to realize his scrawny roommate was lusting after him.
“We were out at Tim’s tonight. Both had a bit to drink. She was getting frisky, so I said let’s get back here and have some fun. She agreed, we came back, making out, and she suddenly remembers she has an early morning test and just leaves.”
His frustration came out in a growl that sang down my spine. Noah squeezed his junk, obviously drunk enough not to realize what he was doing. His eyes stared into nothing, a manic glaze of frustration.
“That’s rude.” I commiserated, even as an idea sparked in my mind.
“She refused to even give me a hand job, just ran out the door while I’m still raging hard. I know exactly what she’s doing. She wants to make us official, and she thinks if she teases me enough, I’ll give in. She’s not the only one with a test tomorrow. I always do better after I’ve drained my balls the night before,” he complained, leaning back with a huff.
I could see the outline of his cock now, just as big as I’d always dreamed about.
“What a tease,” I said and Noah grunted, throwing his arm over his eyes. He smelled faintly of his cologne, smoke and spirits. The combination of it made my head spin with a sudden rush of want. I ran my tongue over my lower lip, staring at my roommate hungrily.
I couldn’t. I shouldn’t. What I was thinking was dangerous, stupid and shortsighted. But the sight of Noah stretched out on the couch sparked something voracious in me. What if we could both get something we wanted, something we needed, something we craved?
“Blue balls gonna kill me, man,” he mumbled, and I slid a little closer.
His shirt had ridden up, and it revealed a sliver of a hard stomach. I wanted to peel back his clothing and unwrap him, to see if he was hard all over.
“You know I could help you.” I whispered, and Noah didn’t reply.
I moved away, shoulders slumping but not wanting to push him. Disappointment sank through my stomach and I tasted bitterness on the back of my tongue. God, I wanted him. Just one taste would have satisfied me. I know it. Silence stretched out for so long, I considered leaving the room. My thoughts raced with fear that he might react negatively. But when I stood up, he spoke. The words rushed out, low and reluctant.
“How?” the question hissed through gritted teeth. He must have been desperate if he was entertaining me. His words weren’t slurred, despite the scent of alcohol. Noah could handle his liquor. I’d seen him drink his beefy friends under the table a handful of times without even a stumble. But this was perfect. If he took my offer, he could pretend he was drunk the next day. I wouldn’t be offended. I’d do anything to see what he had underneath his shorts.
“This test is for calculus, right? If you don’t pass, won’t you be benched for the next swim meet?”
Noah let out a noise of confirmation, and I smiled to myself.
“Exactly, coach isn’t happy with me, that’s why Sandy is so sure this will work. She warned off all the other girls on campus and won’t do anything with me until I ask her out. I didn’t think she was serious, but now I’m fucked.”
Blackmailing someone into dating you didn’t seem like a great idea to me, but who was I to judge? I’d do many messed up things to have a piece of Noah. I swallowed a lump in my throat. It was now or never.
“I’ll do you one better than Sandy. I could suck you off.” My mouth filled with drool at the thought of swallowing his thick cock. Noah grimaced, his arm sliding off his face. He squinted at me with a wary look.
“Bran, I told you, I’m not gay.”
I spread my arms out and let out a soft chuckle.
“Of course you’re not gay. But you’re gonna wank off anyway, right? It never feels as good as when someone does it for you, though. Never satisfies. Just think about me like a live fleshlight. My mouth is better than your hand, surely?”
Noah didn’t move, and I breathed shallowly into my chest, sending up a fervent prayer that he would say yes. Tension thickened in the room as I waited to sink to my knees. The flicker of the television was the only light in the room. The near darkness was a blanket that pulled Noah deeper. His throat worked on an answer, and it wasn’t a quick no. He was considering it. My stomach clenched with excitement.
“I don’t know man, seems pretty fuckin gay.” He laughed softly, but his hand strayed to his cock again, squeezing and rubbing it rhythmically. The lump hypnotized me and I thanked Sandy silently in my head for leaving me such a gift.
“It’s our secret. You can use me however you want. Just close your eyes and pretend it’s Sandy.” I coaxed, sliding down and crawling over to him. He swore, cupping his cock in a death grip. His legs widened imperceptibly. My nostrils flared as I sucked in his heady combination of scents. I wanted to taste them on my tongue, see if he was salty or sweet. To get drunk of the spirits pouring through his skin.
“I feel like I’m going to explode.” He admitted, and I smiled, knowing I had him. He was thinking entirely with his dick right now and he needed release more than anything. I’m sure the alcohol was helping smooth away any inhibitions he had.
“You know, when you get like this, there’s nothing else you can do until you cum. Girls don’t get how hard it is, how much we need to fuck.” I agreed with him, hoping he might see how perfect this situation was.
I didn’t have to wait long for him to give in. His eyes locked on mine and glimmered with need.
“Fuck it.” He swore again, shimmying his pants down until they were around his ankles. “If you tell anyone about this, I will make your life hell.”
Noah was gigantic. Six inches of wide girth, his head uncircumcised. I bit my lip, desperate for a taste of the pre-cum that was glistening on the end of his steel cock. The veins were visible as it strained toward his stomach.
“Our little secret.” I promised and leaned forward, shuffling between his legs. He stiffened as my hand gripped the base of him, angling him towards my mouth. Hunger gripped my stomach, and my hands trembled. Noah threw an arm over his face, intent on pretending it wasn’t a guy between his legs about to suck him off. My tongue passed over the head of his cock, gathering the warm pre-cum. Salt, musk, raw man. The flavor made my mouth water for more. But I wanted to play with him for a moment, to show him what it was like when a man sucked dick. I tongued the base of his cock, sucking a hairy ball into my mouth. Held the deep scent of him until my lungs ached. I ran my tongue on his taint, and he jerked with a bitten off moan.
“Fuck, just do it already.” He ordered through gritted teeth. I sucked him deep, not wanting to lose my chance. I sank down on his hard length, my lips spreading over his pulsing cock. My nose brushed his stomach, and his abs contracted as I took him fully in my mouth. His cock kicked slightly in my mouth as I kept him deep down my throat, flickering my tongue around his hard heat.
“G-god,” Noah whispered, and I smiled, pulling off to look at him. Pleasure twisted his face and at my absence he opened his eyes, annoyed. “Why’d you stop?” he asked. Noah’s hand found the back of my head and encouraged me down again. I didn’t need encouragement. This was what I’d been dreaming of since the first time he walked through the door and said he was my roommate. With a wide, easy smile and confidence that made my knees wobble. I sucked his cock and swallowed the cum that dribbled liberally. My cock pressed against the tracksuit I was wearing and the pain only heightened my pleasure. Noah’s legs widened, and he relaxed. His fingers twisted in shoulder length hair as he thrust up into my mouth. Each rough movement made him groan, an involuntary sound he tried to smother. I let him use me, knowing he probably expected me to choke, but I didn’t. The sound of wet, sloppy sucking echoed in the room, joined by his slowly increasing moans. He started off quiet, as if he didn’t want to give me what I’d earned. But as his cock slid down my hot, wet throat, he couldn’t hold back anymore. I stared through blurred, watery eyes as Noah threw his head back to the ceiling. The tendons of his neck were taut and his pale skin flushed.
“B-bran, jesus, I don’t think I’ve ever had someone swallow me whole. Fuck, yeah.” Noah didn’t let go of my hair and he didn’t falter in his pace. The slow, tentative thrusts became demanding, and I knew instinctively this was what Noah was like in the bedroom. He was in charge, always. I hollowed my cheeks, swirled my tongue, forced his length as far as he could go. My hands landed on his thick thighs, and I massaged the hairy, thick muscles. I imagined him pinning me to the bed with his thighs, clenched and powerful. Using every hole, not just my mouth. Cum leaked from my cock into my pants and I rocked my hips as Noah fucked my mouth. Desperate to create friction of my own. I moaned around his throbbing length. Hot breath blasted from my flared nostrils as I struggled to breathe. I gagged once but Noah didn’t relent, if anything it spurred him on.
“You feel good, Bran. So perfect, right there,” Noah muttered, both hands on the back of my head now. His cock carved a heated path down my throat, and I could not move. Saliva spilled from my lips and soaked the front of my shirt. My head swirled, dizzy, elation turned my veins into fire. I burned with lust so fiercely it choked me more than Noah did. I never wanted this moment to end. Noah’s breathing changed, a harsh exhale that rattled through the room. His chest heaved as he drew closer to his release. I dug my short, blunt nails into his thighs, wanting to mark him.
“I’m gonna cum, Bran,” he gasped, fingers wrapped so tight in my hair that I winced. He took me over, hips punishing, as he drove his hard cock into my mouth. White sparks clouded my vision and my harried breaths echoed in my ear. A flood of wet heat coated my throat. My tastebuds burst with his taste, decadent, illicit, addictive. I thought one taste of Noah would be enough, but having had him, I knew it was a lie. Noah moaned, loud and deep. The sound rolled through me, making my cock hard to the point of agony. His thighs shook as I remained latched to his cock, steadily swallowing his huge load. I chased every drop, sucking and licking until Noah made a noise of protest. I sat back on my heels with a smile, knowing I’d just sucked the life out of him. Sweat peppered his upper brow, and he wiped it away with a lopsided grin. The flush on his neck crept up to his cheeks as he stared down at me.
“Damn, Bran. That was seriously some of the best head I’ve ever had.” Noah shook his head, seeming unperturbed by being half naked in front of me. I guess once I’d swallowed his load, it seemed silly to worry about nudity or the implications of what I’d done. He stretched his arms over his head and sighed.
“It was my pleasure. You shot so much cum I feel like I had a meal. Has Sandy been giving you major blue balls?” I laughed. My knees ached as I flopped down on the couch. I tucked a cushion over my hard cock. It was throbbing, begging for release. Noah reached down and yanked his pants up, looking a little sheepish. That post nut clarity was threatening to ruin something I never thought I would experience. I quickly flicked the movie on and leaned back, trying to look like I was chill. This was nothing, just two guys with needs and no strings. He didn’t need to know my heart was crashing against my chest and it was taking everything in me not to strangle my cock in my fist. It seemed to work as Noah sank back in couch and sighed. We watched the movie in awkward silence for five minutes before he spoke up.
“It’s the same routine. We make out. She grinds up against me and just when I try to do anything deeper, she makes an excuse and says she has to go. Now she’s threatening other girls at the school to stay away from ‘her man’, something I never said was an option.”
I fought the urge to smile. Some of the afterglow muted as Noah sank into reality. He dropped his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. I felt bad that Noah had girl drama, but it could work in my favor.
“Well, if you ever want a repeat. I am happy to help out. Maybe we could have an arrangement. Instead of worrying about Sandy when you have a test, you can just use me.” I offered, hoping he might take me up on my offer.
Use me whenever you want.
But Noah didn’t reply and after a while, I chanced a look at him. His head was tipped back, and his mouth was slightly ajar. He’d fallen asleep.
Had he even heard about the arrangement I’d offered him? I hoped so. With him asleep, I pulled down my pants and ran my hand down my cock. Electricity built at the base of my spine, the echo of Noah’s groans in my ears. I slapped a palm over my hand as I shot cum over myself. Thinking about Noah. Tomorrow, I’d ask him again, even if the prospect scared me. The idea of missing out on his enormous cock in my mouth was worse.