Originally published in the January 2008 issue of Torso magazine.
Roommate Service
By Bacteriaburger
The roommate
situation was this: I was desperate for
someone to pick up half the rent, so I chose the first guy
who responded to my ad.
His name was
Peter and he worked in a warehouse near my end of town. He was 27 and pretty good looking –
part Latino, big sensuous lips, stubbly face and a muscled body that was slightly
thick around the middle.
He wore a gold chain over his white t-shirt.
We got along okay
the first week and then gradually he began to take over the place. It started with
things like putting his posters on the wall and watching ESPN all the time. It progressed to
him lying around on the couch all day while dishes piled up on the coffee table
and the bathroom got unforgivably dirty.
As much as I
resented his laziness, I couldn’t help but lust after this hot guy. I lived for the
times when he came home from work all sweaty, leaving his bedroom door open a
crack so I could sneak a peak while he stripped off his work clothes. He’d come out in a
pair of mesh shorts and a tight t-shirt and I’d watch the firm mounds of his
ass as he strode down the hall.
After a month of
essentially being his cleaning boy, I decided to confront him about it. He was planted on
the couch in his usual position, drinking beer and watching the tube. I sat across from
him – he grunted hello but otherwise took no notice of me.
“We need to talk,”
I said.
“About what?”
“You’re not
pulling your weight around here.”
“Whatever, bro. Don’t be so
uptight.”
“Uptight? I’ve done your
dishes for the past three weeks! You leave all of your shit lying
around and I have to pick it up.”
“So what?” he
said, and turned back to the TV. I was speechless and incredibly pissed,
but it didn’t stop me from noticing the outline of his cock
and how it lay along his thick, hairy thigh.
I’m not sure if
he noticed me looking, but his hand went down to his crotch and he started
massaging his dick. He
was looking right at me.
“Let me ask you a
question,” he said. “Do
you think you’re pulling your weight around here?”
“W-what do you
mean?” Peter rubbed
his palm along his shaft.
It was obviously thicker.
“I mean, I could
use someone to take care of my needs. You know what I’m saying?” I kept staring, he
kept fondling and watching me stare at him. Then, slowly, he pulled down the
waistband of his shorts.
Out popped a fat, hairy dick which was just as big and horny as
I’d imagined it to be.
It pulsed, bobbed and throbbed against
his stomach.
Now, being that
I’m a pretty well-built and handsome guy, I’d brought home my fair share of
tricks in the time since Peter had moved in. I assumed he knew I was gay, but I
never thought he was anything less than straight. And even if he wasn’t 100% hetero, it
was fast becoming obvious that he was at least a little bit freaky.
An eternity
passed as I stared at his handsome pole, which jerked with his pulse and seemed
to beckon me closer. Peter
took off his shorts completely, releasing his heavy, sagging nuts, and sat
upright.
“Get the fuck
over here,” he said. “You
know you want to.”
In a daze, I
knelt down before him.
Peter looked down at me, a slight but satisfied smile on his face. Reaching forward, I
went to take his cock in my hand, but Peter pushed my hand away.
“Just your
mouth,” he said. I
started by going down on his balls, lapping up each heavy orb before taking his
whole sac into my mouth.
Peter spread his legs and laid back, letting out his breath. “That’s right, eat
my fuckin balls.”
The scent of
masculine sweat rose off of him. I ran my tongue up his salty shaft and
wrapped my lips around the plump head of his pecker. Peter moaned. He put his hand on the back of my
head, firmly pushing my face down on his dick. More of his cock slid past my lips
until my nose was nestled in his damp pubes. I contracted my throat around it,
feeling it pulse and harden.
I bobbed my head
up and down on his dick, taking in the deep, pungent smells emanating from his
crotch. Peter
kept his hand on my head, urging me along as I chugged his cock in and out of my
mouth. He was
as hard as can be, and my own dick was in the same state. I took it out and stroked myself while
I blew him.
I don’t know how
long I sucked on that dick, but it felt like hours. Peter just laid back and watched me go
to town; he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to cum, and I was in no hurry to
finish. Peter
had finally demanded the kind of servicing that I could really enjoy.
I lapped up under
his balls and licked down his taint. Peter gasped, raising his ass slightly
to give me better access.
I lifted his heavy legs, bringing his knees to his chest and
exposing his hairy butthole. I touched my tongue to it and it squinched up uncontrollably. Peter’s breathing got fast and
shallow.
I ran my tongue around
the perimeter of his hole, darting in closer and closer to the soft, slick skin
that puckered around his anus. I licked up the sweat along his crack,
my tongue brushing past his butthole. It tasted great, musky and sweet, a real working man’s ass.
I ate him out
properly, slathering my tongue against his hot asshole and spearing it in when
he relaxed it. Peter
moaned earnestly, his whole body quivering, his rock-hard cock still pulsing
against his stomach.
I alternated
between lapping at his ass and swallowing his dick. Peter was beside himself, he seemed
like he was in awe of how good I could make him feel. It gave me a weird sense of power of
him, even though I’d clearly given him control of the situation.
When I let up to
catch my breath, Peter looked down at my raging hard-on. He took his own dick in his hand and
stroked it slowly.
“I wanna fuck your ass now,” he said, standing up from the couch. His dick lolled out
in front of him. “You
want this big cock inside you?”
I answered by
getting up on the couch and spreading my ass for him. There was nothing I wanted more right
then than to get fucked by this guy. My ass was hungry for his dick.
Peter put his
hands on my smooth cheeks and spread them apart. I’ve got a nice butt – it might be my
best asset - and I could tell Peter was getting off on my smooth, pink hole by the way he licked his finger and rubbed it into me.
Peter lined his
hips up with mine and pressed his cock head against my hole, mashing it around
and getting it slick with his pre-come.
He took his spit-slicked
finger and slid it inside me, opening my ass wide. I gasped, but I quickly got used to
the feeling. Peter
was relentless, his finger pumped in and out of my hungry ass with no mercy. I sensed I’d better
get myself ready for a rough fuck. My roommate wanted to use my ass to
get off, and to him, my pleasure was secondary.
He must have
slicked up his dick pretty well because I was surprised at how easily he
entered me. I
yelled out from the shock of it but Peter never let up. He just kept feeding me that fat cock
until his hips were pressed against mine, the full length of his cock buried
inside. Then he
drew back out and began to fuck, riding in and out of me like I was a blow-up
doll or something. I
was loving it, and I bucked back to meet his rude,
insistent humping.
Peter spanked my
ass as his balls slapped my balls rhythmically. “Nice, tight ass,” he grunted, solely
focused on the feelings my ass was giving to his prick. He just held on to it and fucked away,
working me over while my own unattended hard-on whapped against my stomach with
each thrust.
This was what I had
wanted all along, I realized.
To be used by him. All that anger was being channeled
into pure lust. I
imagined the scenarios in which I wanted to put him – to have him sit on my
face while he watched TV; to have him bend me over the sink and fuck me while I
did his dishes. Anything,
so long as he kept feeding me that beautiful dick.
He sat on the
couch and pulled me on top of him, and I rode him like a horse on a carousel. He literally held
me in his hands, bouncing me up and down on his dick while he looked me in the
eyes. A look
came into his eyes that I’d never seen before. He brought his handsome face closer to
mine and enthusiastically kissed me, our tongues writhing against each other, our
energies intensifying and intermingling.
I think it had
gotten deeper than either of us had realized, and Peter snapped back into
reality like he’d just realized what he was doing. He smiled at me, then lifted me up and
tossed me back on to the couch. He threw my legs over his shoulders
and rammed his cock right back inside.
He fucked me intensely,
going faster and harder, and from his breathing I could tell he was getting
close.
“I’m gonna blow in you baby,” he growled. I pushed back to let him know that’s
what I wanted.
With a final loud
grunt, he shoved his rod all the way inside of me and started to unload. His guttural moans
filled the room as he blew his jizz into me, his rod
pulsing with each hot shot.
When he was done he pulled out and collapsed back on the couch.
“You gotta towel?” he said. Before I could answer, I looked down
and realized I had lost my load all over my stomach. I hadn’t realized it,
I hadn’t even been touching myself.
“Let me get one,” I answered, and I proceeded to clean his dick and my stomach, in that order.
From then on it
became clear that my new job as Peter’s roommate was to take care of his dick
whenever he wanted, which was usually every day after he came home from work. So that is the new
roommate situation. I’d
be lying if I said it didn’t bother me sometimes.
I’ll come home to
a mess of an apartment and loads of come-covered laundry to do, and I swear
I’ll never do it again.
But then Peter comes home with a sheen of sweat covering his body
and a look in his eye that says he plans on fucking me all night. By
I mean, can you really blame me?