15 comments/ 99134 views/ 68 favorites My Roommate's Bitch Ch. 01 By: marsorian For the record, my name is Matthew. The story I am about to tell is true, though I'm not sure I believe it myself anymore. In the beginning it all seemed so innocent. When John and I first moved in together it was supposed to be a temporary thing. His old roommate bailed on him and I needed a place to live that was closer to where we worked. He was a warehouse jock and I was a nerd from logistics. We ran with different crowds and were interested in different things, at least we assumed. We never would have thought that we'd want to stick around each other, and yet the second night after I moved in John came home while I was sitting in the living room playing Madden on Xbox. He sat down next to me, picked up the spare controller, and we've been friends ever since. It turned out that John really only had two interests; video games and women. As it turned out, those were two things I was quite fond of as well. Of course, John was more successful with both, in fact in the area of women he was a master. On average, five nights a week he brought someone home from the bar or the club and not typically the same girl twice. His hobby didn't bother me. He would take his dates quickly to his bedroom and I was free to go out or stay and listen to the show through the paper thin walls. John didn't care, and if the girl he was with did, well, John didn't care. He even took me out with him at least one night a week. We'd hang out and drink until something caught his eye and then he'd politely excuse himself. Sometimes he would pretend like he was there to get me a date, but his needs always came first. I didn't mind, though. John was John, and even if he was his own first priority, he always stepped in if someone tried to harass me or I got too close to another fight already in progress. That's why, when the company we worked for decided to buy a new, bigger warehouse across town two years later and John got laid off, I wasn't upset that he couldn't pay his half of the rent. He was more than a roommate, he was my best friend. Besides, I made way more money than he did and could pay all our bills easily. The only reason I stayed in the apartment was because we were friends. I could have moved out and gotten my own place a long time ago if I really wanted. I had faith he would find another job and didn't mind having his back while he looked. John remained unemployed a lot longer than I thought he would and despite being broke he managed to hit the clubs just as much, those that didn't have a cover charge, and still brought home the same volume of strange women. After two months had passed I started to worry if my roommate was taking advantage of me. It didn't feel like he was, but I didn't want him to think I would take care of the bills forever. I considered talking to him about how his job hunt was going, but I didn't want to ruin our friendship. One morning I tried to start the conversation but couldn't go through with it. I was his friend, not his father. That was the first night I got a knock on the door in the middle of the night. It was one of John's girls. She didn't even wait for me to answer, just crept in quietly and pounced on the bed, sliding down my pajama pants and proceeding to fellate me like it was no big deal. Just as quickly as she arrived she left, never saying a word. From that day on, once, sometimes twice a week that knock would come, each time a different girl came in and went down on me. John never said it, and I never asked, but I knew that was his way of paying the rent. I didn't mind it, in fact, those girls were better than money to me. My sexual experience was limited, and I'd had no luck with women since moving in with John. There he was, taking care of me. I felt relieved. I didn't care what John did anymore. He could get a job or not, he was more than fulfilling his obligations as far as I was concerned. John eventually got another job and was able to start paying half of the rent again, but the late night knocks didn't stop. Maybe he just got used to propping up his dates to give me a thrill, or maybe he was just sharing the wealth; I don't know. It wasn't until Cassy-bella came around that I stopped getting my midnight visits. The first time I saw her, five feet, one hundred and no pounds of tits and ass I didn't think anything of her. She was just another one of John's girls. The second time I saw her I took note, but a two-night stand wasn't completely out of the question for my roommate. It wasn't until the third or fourth time that I started to take her seriously. That woman had some kind of spell over John. She started coming over practically every night and always seemed like she was in a bad mood. She would complain about John's job, or about the small size of the apartment. She would yell at him for looking at some other woman or not looking at her enough. It always turned into an argument, and then the argument turned into sex. Cassy-bella wouldn't go quietly into John's bedroom though, she preferred the couch for their makeup romp and it didn't matter if I was around or not. At first I would get up and leave the room but it didn't take long to realize I didn't have to. The couple was not shy about stripping and fucking right there in front of me. Even though I had grown to despise Cassy-bella there was something about watching her ride his cock that turned me on more than anything I had ever seen. Still, I skipped most of their shows and even during the ones I stayed in the room for I pretended to be doing something else. I didn't want to seem like a creep. Cassy-bella eventually disappeared like all of John's other girlfriends, but not for nearly a year. There was no big blowout argument, no slamming of doors or threats of excessive violence to mark her passing. One day she just didn't come over, and my roommate didn't seem to be expecting her. I knew something must have happened. Despite pretending to be the same John that could care less about the current woman in his life, he was clearly not his normal happy self. He didn't pick up where he left off going to the bar. He just hung around the apartment with me after work, playing video games or watching movies. Months passed, and then one day John didn't come home from work. His job was further away from home than mine, so I always got home before him. Typically I'd pick up a movie or rent a game and we'd spend the evening drinking beer around the entertainment center. Maybe it wasn't as exciting as the days of John's girls and their midnight blowjobs but we had each other, best friends. I wouldn't say that I worried when he didn't come home, but I noticed. At nine o'clock he finally walked through the door, cursing. "Do you know what that stupid cunt did?" He asked me, rage in his voice. The question caught me off guard. "You mean Cassy?" I asked. Neither one of us had spoken her name since the last time she came to the apartment. "Yeah, how many other stupid cunts do you know?" John threw his coat at the wall. It hit with a loud clap and slid to the floor. "I thought she was out of the picture," I said. He laughed and slumped down on the couch. "Yeah, she's out of the picture alright. But first she went and told all the ladies at the bar that I've got some kind of horrible sexually transmitted disease. And they believed her! I was there for an hour trying to convince them I wasn't infectious. I even showed one of them my cock to prove it, but that just got me kicked out." I laughed despite myself. "And then I went over to the club, and I don't know what she told them but the bouncer wouldn't even let me in. I asked him what I ever did, and he told me 'You know what you did'." He deepened his voice in imitation of the bouncer. I wasn't sure if I should be amused or not. I was somewhat happy that John was trying to get his social life back to where it was, but a little disappointed he had left me behind to do it. "She couldn't have turned everyone against you," I said. "No, but she turned enough of them. It's going to take me forever to fix this. I need to get laid now." His voice was almost desperate. "There are other places you can pick up women, you know," I reminded him. "Where, work? I already slept with all those girls. The supermarket? No thanks. I don't need some worn out old soccer mom trying to trick me into being her kid's new daddy. I know better than that." He slumped down on the couch next to me. "I need to get laid man, seriously. The last load I dumped was into that stupid cunt that got me into this mess three months ago." "Sounds like you need to jerk off then," I joked. Well, it wasn't really a joke. It really sounded like he needed to jerk off. John moaned. "Yeah, right. I don't need to jerk myself off, man. You've seen me in action. I've got girls lining up to jerk me off." That was the first time my roommate had talked about women, or his aptitude for getting them into his pants, since he had stopped dating Cassy-bella. I pretended like I was looking around. "I dunno, John. I don't see any. You sure you don't want to borrow my lotion?" He cringed. "This is serious, man. I need to cum right now or my balls are going to explode." He said it one word at a time, like there was something I just wasn't understanding. "I'm being serious," I said. "Go get my lotion if you need it. It's in the drawer by my nightstand. It's good stuff." He shook his head dismissively. "I can't do that shit. It's too much work." "It's that or death by blue ball related explosion," I laughed. A look crossed John's face like a cartoon cat who had just figured out a way to catch the mouse that had been antagonizing him all episode. The room almost seemed to get brighter by virtue of the lightbulb that should have appeared over his head. "Give me a handjob," he said casually. "What?" I almost yelled. "Fuck no, dude. Give yourself a handjob." "I told you," he responded in an almost secretive tone, "I can't do that shit. I can't concentrate, I spend all my time worrying about the pace and burning my dick off. I can't cum that way. You have to do it." "I'm not gay," I said sternly. This whole conversation was becoming ludicrous. I honestly couldn't tell if he was serious or not. "No, no, no," he scrambled, turning to face me on the couch. "I'm not asking for any gay shit. I'm serious dude, all I need is a little helping hand. Just for tonight. You owe me that much." "How do I owe you a handjob?" I asked indignantly. John talked quickly. "You know how. All those girls I sent into your room. I got you off God knows how many times and you can't even help me out once. I need it, man. I'll never mention it again, I promise. It'll be like the whole thing never happened." It bothered me that his logic made sense to me. He had helped me got off, however indirectly, on numerous occasions. I never would have thought in a million years that John could talk me into giving him a handjob, but now there I was, considering it. "You just want me to jerk you off?" I asked, still not willing to commit. My question was irrelevant. John knew as soon as I said anything but no that he was going to have his way. He started to unbutton his pants as he thanked me. "Yeah man, just stroke it a little. It's been months I'm gonna cum in like three seconds. Oh man, you are saving my life here. I owe you a big one. I promise once I get all this nonsense cleared up I am going to get you some real action, none of this blowjob shit. You are going to have real sex, my friend." His words actually made me feel better. I knew John would come through on that promise. A quick handjob didn't seem so bad if it would get me some pussy out of the deal. Of course, who knew when that would be after what Cassy-bella did to his reputation but he would bounce back eventually. "Just whip it out and let's get this over with," ten words I never thought I would say in my life. For whatever reason, John took off his t-shirt and slid his pants down to his ankles, kicking them off his feet and across the room. It was hard not to compare his body to mine. Physically we had a lot in common, we were both the same height, 5'10" with brown hair and brown eyes, but John had twenty pounds on me and wore it much better. We were both in decent shape, but I was soft and scrawny while he was tight and every single muscle on his body, while not impressive mass-wise, was well defined. Looking at his washboard stomach I couldn't help but feel jealous. "Why are you getting naked?" I asked. "Comfort," he answered quickly, pushing his boxer briefs down to the floor. His eraction sprang up like it was attached to a spring; seven inches of tan, circumcised cock pointing straight at the ceiling. "Now come on, I'm dying over here." I didn't know what to do. I just stared at John's cock awkwardly. Suddenly I was very nervous. "Do you want me to use some lotion or something?" I asked, trying to stall. "Nah," he shook his head. "Just jerk it. I like it to chafe a little." I moved closer to him and reached over, wrapping my hand around his manhood. It felt surprisingly warm to the touch. Immediately, John let out a loud moan, scaring me. I froze, holding him in the palm of my hand. It wasn't unpleasant at all. In fact, I kind of liked it. Suddenly I was reminded of him and Cassy-bella on that very couch, John on top of her, ramming his powerful tool between her legs. I was starting to get turned on. "Well? Are you just going to stare at it all day, or are you going to get me off?" I snapped back into the moment and began moving my hand, slowly pumping his erection up and down. John leaned back and closed his eyes, surely blocking out the image of me and replacing it with one of his more beautiful conquests. I couldn't look away, I was mesmerized by his cock. It was so warm, like every drop of blood in his body was flowing towards that point of his body. I can even feel his pulse, throbbing steadily in the veins that puffed out and ran up its length. A bead of precum gathered at the tip, and I wondered, just for a second, what it might taste like. "I can't cum this way," he said after a few minutes. "Put it in your mouth," he moaned. "What? No," I practically yelled. At first I was scared that I had accidentally done something to reveal my runaway thoughts, but with his eyes shut as tight as they were I realized that even if I had he never would have seen it. Regardless, I definitely wasn't sucking my roommates cock. "We agreed on a handjob, that's it. No gay shit, remember?" "Aw," John moaned. "That is a hand job, man. You can't just stroke it, every girl knows you have to suck on it at least a little bit. Just put the head in your mouth, that's all you have to do. Keep it warm, I'll warn you when I'm going to cum so you can take it out." I don't know if that sounded harmless to me at the time, or if I really just wanted to justify my desire to taste John's fluid. "We'll never talk about this again," I confirmed. "Yeah, just put it in your mouth." I leaned forward, bringing my face within inches of John's throbbing cock. I watched it for a minute, ticking like the second hand of a watch. I could smell it, a thick but not at all unpleasant musk that emanated from between his legs. I had never had a gay thought in my life before that moment, but at that time my mouth was watering. I parted my lips and slid his cock into my mouth, wiping the drop of precum I had previously been observing with my tongue. It had only the slightest bit of taste to it, like weak saltwater. With the head of his cock between my lips I continued to stroke his shaft, pulling it upwards toward my face and then pushing it back down. With each upstroke I felt the tip touch my tongue and was once again rewarded with the taste of his preliminary fluids. I started to improvise, sliding the tip of my tongue in circles around his head. My free hand moved to his testicles, holding them gently in the palm of my hand, squeezing and kneading them. He let out a guttural groan and placed his hands on my head, holding my ears gently. I took this as a hint, and lowered my head on his cock, pushing his erection further into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. He let out another long, low moan and I knew he was enjoying the feeling of my mouth. Without needing any instruction I started bobbing my head on his cock, slowly at first as I got used to such a large object in my mouth, but then more quickly. His fingers began to run through my hair lovingly and I grabbed onto his hips, holding him and using his body for leverage to fuck him with my face. Without any warning his cock jerked between my lips and I felt the first strand of cum hit the roof of my mouth. It was salty and slimy and thick, and before I could figure out what to do with the first shot a second one fired off. Instinctively I swallowed, drawing the rich fluid down my throat. I was prepared for the third wave, resuming my bobbing motion. I was suddenly compelled to do a good job, to milk his balls dry of the multi-month stockpile of semen that he had been building up though I don't truly know why. The strength of his muscle contractions diminished but I didn't stop my motion until his cock was completely still. "Oh Man," John cried out as the twitching in his cock subsided. "You have no idea how badly I needed that. You saved my life. I owe you one and I promise, nobody will ever know anything about this. I won't even mention it between us." I held his dwindling erection between my lips probably longer than I should have, the last few drops of cum sliding off onto my tongue. I sat up then, unable to even look at the man whose cock I had just been sucking. He didn't say another word as pulled up his boxers and threw his t-shirt back on before picking up the remote and turning on the television. He flipped through the channels until he found a rerun of MASH and instantly broke into laughter. I just sat there, unsure what to say or do or think. Even though I had swallowed it all, the taste of John's cum was still strong in my mouth and even though he had put his underwear back on I could still smell the musk of his manhood under my nose. 'Dear God', I thought to myself. 'I want to do it again'. I didn't say anything to my roommate though. I just stared straight ahead at the television, not paying any attention to it. Instead, I replayed the scene again and again in my head and savored the taste of another man on my tongue. He went to bed before I did, unceremoniously yawning and climbing off the couch. As soon as he closed his bedroom door behind him I went into mine to attend to the erection that had been straining against my pants since the moment I swallowed John's load. My Roommate's Bitch Ch. 02 I awoke the next morning angry. I couldn't believe what I had done the night before, or rather what John had done to me. The deal was a handjob, quick and simple, but he made me go all the way and suck his cock. Then he promised to tell me when he was ready to cum so I could move away but instead he shot his load right into my mouth without a hint of warning. I wanted to walk right into the next room and punch him. The anger soon became shame. He had forced very little on me. I had agreed to the handjob, and when he asked me to use my mouth I had willingly complied. He may have broken his promise and cum in my mouth, but he didn't make me swallow his cum or suck his shrinking cock dry afterwards and he definitely didn't make me go to my room later that evening and beat off thinking about the whole scene with his taste still on my lips. I could still taste it. Throwing myself out of bed, I pushed the memory out of my mind. It was behind me. John and I had made a pact never to discuss it. As far as I was concerned it never happened. I forced myself into my daily routine, showering, shaving, brushing my teeth and dressing. I left for work early, wanting to be out of the apartment before John woke up. By the end of my shift I had all but forgotten about the night before. Back at the apartment I took my usual seat on the couch and turned on the television. The couch was exactly as we had left it last night and though the memory threatened to come back to me, to play out for me in real time behind my closed eyelids, I pushed it away, back into the deepest, denial-ruled lands of my brain. It wasn't long after that John came home. As soon as I heard the door to the apartment I looked to it, turning around in my seat on the couch. He threw his coat on the floor just as usual and the hopped over the couch to land next to me. I could see it in his eyes and I visibly cringed before he even opened his mouth to speak. "Hey, I know we said we weren't going to talk about last night, but, man, do you wanna suck my dick again?" He asked. Without thinking I drew my hand back and hit him in the shoulder as hard as I could. He barely reacted. "You promised!" I yelled. "Hey," he yelled back, "I'll drop it if you want, but man I know how much you liked sucking my dick, dude." His voice dropped in volume dramatically for the last four words of his statement. I hit him again, "I did not." He grabbed my fist before I could pull my arm back. "Come on, Matt." His eyes met mine and I looked away, face burning. "We're friends right?" We were friends, he was right. I had been mad at him for what happened yesterday, even though it was equally my own fault, but now I was mad at him for wanting to talk about it. I couldn't answer him. I couldn't even look at him. I just stared at my own arm, still tight in his grasp. "I know how much you love sucking my cock, so why pretend?" He said softly. "We're not going to talk about it. It didn't happen, remember?" Anger was evident in my voice. "Look, if that's what you want fine, but it seems silly to me. You liked sucking my cock, I mean, you wouldn't have done it otherwise. I just thought maybe since you like it so much, you might want to do it again." His eyes tried to find mine, but I refused to look at him. I tried to wrench my arm away so I could hit him again but he held fast. "I gave you a handjob as a favor between friends because you asked me to. You're the one who wanted me to put it and my mouth and all that gay shit. This is why I didn't want to do it in the first place. I knew you would hold it against me." Anger and shame whirled within me again. Why couldn't he just have kept his mouth shut? All I wanted was to forget about what had transpired between the two of us. "I asked you to give me a handjob, dude, not suck my fucking cock off. You did that on your own." Unable to wrench my right hand away I started hitting him with my left until he let go of me. I got up off the couch to leave but he grabbed onto the back of my pants and pulled me back onto the couch. "I didn't mean it like that, dude. Just listen to me okay?" He spoke quickly. "I'm not gay!" I yelled at him. He laughed. "Fuck dude, I told you to do that shit, which means if you're gay I'm even gayer and I nail five different bitches a week, remember? That makes you like, super crazy not gay." I couldn't help but laugh with him. His sentiment took a huge weight off my shoulders. "That's why I didn't want to talk about this. Let's just pretend it never happened like we agreed. Okay?" "Just listen to me first," he begged. "What I'm trying to say is, it was nice getting off and not having to deal with some crazy chick before or after. It seemed, to me, at least, that you were having a good time helping me out. That's not your fault, I mean, man, ladies just love sucking this thing for some reason, so that's my bad too. So if I liked it, and you liked it, why not just keep doing it? It's not gay shit if we're not gay. And we're not gay, dude. I mean, this isn't going to be, like, an all the time thing," he continued, "I'm still gonna have girls coming in here and I'm gonna make sure you get some action too so you don't have to feel like you're being left out, you know?" John was not a skilled debater, nor had ever demonstrated any kind of aptitude for articulation and though his argument was both circular and rambling, it impressed me. Why deny ourselves something we both liked just because it was awkward? As long as we were secure in ourselves, we shouldn't have to worry about what the things we liked to do could mean about us. "Okay," I said simply. "Okay," he repeated, a smile creeping across his face. "So, you know, just every once in a while, you want to... do what we did?" I nodded. John let out a large breath and his small smile grew to beaming. "So, Is there, like, a respectful period I've gotta wait, or....?" His tone was light and playful. "Whip it out," I said awkwardly, regretting the words as soon as I spoke them. Despite the understanding we had come to, the exchange still felt too weird. He stripped off his pants, this time leaving his t-shirt on. "I won't try and tell you how to do it this time. So you play around and have fun with it and I'll just go along for the ride, okay? Or do you want me to tell you to do stuff?" He asked. I thought about it for a moment. I didn't know how I felt about being told what to do, but at the same time I didn't want to feel like the whole experience was on me. "Just tell me if you like what I'm doing," I settled on. He nodded and slid his erection out of his boxer-briefs then leaned back on the couch, shutting his eyes tightly. His cock was flaccid this time; three inches of meat setting on top of his balls instead of a firm seven inches, likely a result of our stumbling conversation. I took a hold of it and began stroking up and down the shaft, similar to how I had started during our first encounter, but instead of waiting for him to ask I slipped the head of his cock into my mouth immediately, earning an exhaled moan from John. I washed the helmet of his manhood as it grew in my mouth and before long I was greeted with the familiar taste of his precum. Once again I began to bob my head on his cock. John has invited me to play around, but I really didn't know what else to do. I wasn't a stranger to blowjobs thanks to the late night visits he had arranged for me to pay the rent, but I hadn't really been paying attention to what those girls were doing as much as how it made me feel. At that moment I wished I had watching them. The only thing I could think to try was deep-throating, but it turned out to be a little advanced for me. I tried to push his cock into my throat like the girls in porn videos do, but I just couldn't do it. As soon as the head touched the back of my mouth I felt like I had to pull it out immediately or I would gag. "Oh, just a little deeper, a little deeper baby," I heard him moan at one of my better attempts but I had to give up. I considered apologizing and offering to try again another time, but I didn't want to ruin the fantasy for him. I could tell by the way he called me baby that he was imagining one of his female friends between his knees, not me. I was quite fine with, even relieved by, that fact. The first time I had gone down on John it had felt so natural, but that second time I couldn't help but feel like I was doing an awful job. Maybe it was just that I wasn't trying to impress him that first night and didn't spend much energy watching his body language, but that night I could tell I was missing the mark. As many sounds of frustration came out of him as pleasure. Unwilling to completely fail, I phoned in the rest of the blowjob, sliding the top half of his cock in and out of my mouth like I had the night before until I felt his body tense. This time, he gave me a warning. "Oh God," he moaned, "I'm gonna cum." There was a part of me that very badly wanted to swallow his cum again, but I fought it. That was too far. I grabbed a dirty sock from nearby on the floor and wrapped it around the head of his cock. I stroked his shaft as his muscles contracted, shooting his load into the fabric. Part of me wanted to ask him how I did, but decided against it. He had gotten off and that should have been all that mattered. After all, I had heard there was no such thing as a bad blowjob. Still, I wanted very much to be good at it for some reason. "So, um," he stuttered as he pulled his pants back on. "If, you know, when I-" he cut himself off. "Is there something you want me to say, you know, when I want one of these, or do you want to initiate it, or...?" Despite the awkwardness of his speech he didn't suffer from the blushing and fear of eye contact that had gripped me since earlier in the afternoon. "Just ask, I guess," was my reply. The fact that he seemed to be making plans for our next encounter gave me further reassurance that I hadn't performed too badly. "Yeah, that makes sense," he laughed shyly. "Um, do you want to play something?" He didn't wait for my answer, he just picked up a controller and fired up the XBOX. I was relieved to not have to talk anymore. Ten minutes later we were playing co-op in some survival horror game and blowjobs were the last thing on our mind. I went to bed first that night. I hadn't slept very well and though I had been fairly successful at not worrying myself about such grand questions as the state of my sexuality or what kind of changes this new series of events would make to my friendship with John, I was still both physically and mentally exhausted. I fell asleep nearly as soon as I hit my pillow. A pounding on the wall woke me up. It was coming from John's room. "John?" I called in the general direction of the thin wall. "Hey," he yelled back, "come here." I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and made my way unsteadily out the door and around the corner into my roommate's bedroom. "Hey," John said again as I walked through his door. "I've got this morning wood for you to take care of," As he spoke, he slid the blankets off his body, revealing not only his nudity, but the thick erection between his legs. "Get down on your knees and take care of this bad boy, will ya?" I was equal parts excited and horrified by the question. Not even twelve hours had passed since the last time I went down on him, and we'd agreed that he would ask me in the future, not tell me, but staring down once more at his bare manhood I felt drawn to it. I dropped to my knees at his bedside as he got into a seated position at the edge. "This time you're going to do it my way," he told me. I could hear the grouchiness in voice. "Stroke my cock with your hand while you suck my balls first, get them all warmed up so I can shoot a nice full load." Last night I thought it would be awkward to be told what to do, but after what I felt was a mediocre performance I wasn't upset at being given direction. I did as he asked, taking the firm weight of his cock into my right hand. His erection felt harder in my hand than usual, and I enjoyed pumping it in my fist as I lowered my face to his testicles. John's balls were larger than mine, sagging low under his manhood. At least a day out of the shower they smelled musty and sweaty and as I collected them into my mouth the taste that hit my tongue was similar to, but not as pleasant as, the taste of his cock. I didn't mind though. That's not what this was about. I slid my tongue around each testis, then sucked on them gently in turn. Hands gripped my hair firmly, a sign that my roommate was enjoying the treatment. "Yeah baby," he mumbled down to me. "Hum on those nuts." The request almost made me laugh, and I would have thought it was a joke if it hadn't been done to me before. One of John's girls had made foreplay with me by taking my testicles into her mouth and, for lack of a better word, humming a low, bass-full tone. I did my best to emulate the maneuver, feeling my vocal chords vibrate through my throat to my lips and into his balls. He let out a breath and repositioned himself slightly on the bed, leaning back on his hands. I felt a drop of precum hit my forehead and I knew what I wanted to do. I slipped his sack from my mouth and took his leaking head into my mouth, savoring the taste of his masculinity. "That's a good girl, suck that cock," he moaned as I made the transition. I tried to ignore what he was saying, knowing that he was picturing a woman going down on him, but the words made me blush. He let me work for a minute before putting a hand on the back of my head, pushing down gently, but firmly. I tried to resist when his cockhead reached the back of my throat, but he kept pushing, adjusting his force to match my resistance. "You're going to take it all this time, baby girl," he moaned. I put my hand on his to try and remind him that it was his roommate he was playing with, not another one of his sluts, but when I looked up at him I didn't see what I was expecting to see. Instead of the John from the previous two evenings, whose eyes were clinched shut as he tried to block out the identity of his fellater, he was staring plainly down at me. "That's right, you're going to take every last inch this time." I fought my gag reflex as he continued to push my head down until my teeth were scratching against the base of his cock. His lips twisted into a lecherous smile as he held me there for a moment before letting me back off at the same pace. As soon as his cock was out of my throat and I had taken in a fresh lungful of air he pushed me down again. Up and down he controlled my head, fucking my throat at a painfully slow pace. I became more insistent, trying to pull his hand off my head but he was much stronger than me. "This time, I'm in control," he remarked at the obvious futility of my actions. "If you love sucking my cock so much, you're going to get all you can eat." Instinct and reason battled it out inside me. The terms of John's and my deal were changing and not necessarily for the better. I respected my roommate, both as a friend and as a man, and wanted to fulfill his desires but only as long as they coincided with my own. I was fine with some of his new assertiveness. I needed to be told what to do and maybe I could appreciate how he was helping me adjust my gag reflex, but I wasn't so foolish as to think that was all that was going on. Even though I was a willing participant, this was not a mutual act. John was using me. While in every way I liked, or at least didn't overly dislike, the experience, I knew I was opening the door for more to come. Of course, at the time I couldn't nearly imagine what those things would be. And so, quite naively, I made the decision to go along. John was stronger than me, but somehow I still felt like I was in the position of power. After all, it was him that was exposing his most sensitive parts to me. I tried to avoid eye contact with him, but every time my eyes wandered up I saw him staring down at me. My face burned and I would immediately look away. I couldn't stand the look in his eyes. The laid-back, jovial friend I had known for years was nowhere to be seen. He continued to control my head. Every rise and fall was one hundred percent by his will but I was proud of myself for controlling the muscles in my throat. Though tears came to my eyes and I came terribly close to choking many times, I retained my composure. His slow pace helped considerably, and he never made any effort to make me move faster. He was relishing each penetration and towards the end I felt like I could feel every vein in his cock as it slid past the opening of my soon-tender throat. I don't know how long he kept that up. It felt like forever. "Aw, fuck," he grunted, finally, as I felt his balls tense up. He pulled my head off his cock and took his erection in hand, aiming it directly at me. This time instead of cumming in my mouth he shot his load all over my face. The attention I had paid to his balls had yielded obvious results. Four long strands of cum crisscrossed my face before the weaker aftershocks sprayed warm little droplets out at me. I instinctively closed my eyes, measuring the volume and consistency of it by sensation alone. When his orgasm winded down he pushed my head back down on his cock and I took it into my mouth obediently. "Much better. That's how bitches take their loads. They don't wipe them on a fucking sock." The words sent a chill up my spine. Immediately after our first two sessions John had been finished with me and just as eager to move on to something else as I was. He had never wanted to dwell on the act, nor had he ever once, since I had met him, used the word bitch to refer to anyone but the girls he spent two nights or less with. I froze, lost in that thought with the cock in my mouth but didn't realize it until he slid back on the bed, withdrawing himself from between my lips, and climbed back under his blankets. He didn't say anything after that, just turned his back to me. I continued to sit there for several minutes until I heard the soft sound of snoring. I stood in the shower for twenty minutes, letting the water run over my face. I was absolutely humiliated. What kind of a monster had I created in John? What kind of thing had I turned myself into? I wanted to run back into the room, wake him up, and force a conversation but I didn't. I washed my body, though nowhere near as thoroughly as I washed my face, and once again snuck out to work before my roommate rose from his slumber. My Roommate's Bitch Ch. 03 It was easy to keep myself busy at work – too busy to have time to think about recent events. I made it all the way to five o'clock without once feeling the need to reexamine my sexuality or my relationship with my roommate but as soon as I walked into the door of the apartment, as soon as I laid eyes on that couch – the one that John had stretched back in just a couple of night ago while I sucked his cock for the first time – it all rushed back to me. I was both drawn to and repulsed by it. I sat down in his seat and turned the television on, flipping through the channels aimlessly. I couldn't get comfortable so I slid one seat down to the right, to the place I had been seated when my best friend made his odd proposal. That felt better. I leaned back and closed my eyes. I was waiting, but waiting for what I don't know. John came home late from work that afternoon and he wasn't alone. He brought another man with him, whom he introduced in place of a greeting as soon as soon as he saw me on the couch. "This is Mike." He called, throwing his coat into the seat next to me. Mike was a little taller than me and thinner but his build was lean and athletic rather than scrawny and soft like mine. He gave me a half-wave and put on his friendliest smirk. "Matt, right?" He asked me, reaching out his hand. The door was too far from the couch to shake his hand without getting up, so I stood and walked to the door, taking his hand in mine. He gripped me firmly, staring me down with the confidence of a man twice his size. "So how do we do this?" He asked John, not letting go of my hand. John pushed the door closed quietly and walked around me, plopping himself down beside his coat on the sofa. "Just whip it out, he'll drop to his knees like a moth to a flame, dude." "Alright," Mike moaned, releasing his grip on my hand to grasp his zipper. "Let's get right to it, then." Without any further ceremony he pushed his pants down past his hips and pulled out his erection. It looked nothing like John's. It was a couple inches shorter and thin, almost sharp in appearance, and it angled sharply to the left. He backed up to the couch, leaning back against it for support. I just stood there, frozen. Never in a million years did I anticipate being in that situation. "Well, what are you waiting for?" John asked. "You know the deal." "Yeah, get on your knees, bitch, and suck this cock dry." He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and shook it lewdly at me. I could already see precum gathering at the tip. I wasn't sure how I felt about John using me the way he did, but this was utterly horrifying. What had he told this man about me? And who was this person to him anyway? I had never met Mike before. Was he another friend of John's I didn't know about, or was this just some stranger he thought might think it was funny that his roommate secretly liked sucking cock? Mike put his hand on my shoulder and pushed down, not hard enough to actually force me to get into position, but enough to get the point across as to what he wanted me to do. I gave up, lowering myself to my knees. I didn't want to go down on him, but I didn't not want to go down on him either. It was that distinction that made it all worse. Three days ago this man would have had to hold a gun to my head to get me this far, but now at John's whim I was staring at the erection of a stranger from mere inches away. He guided me forward and I opened my mouth, letting the head of his cock slip between my lips. I could hear his breathing change as my face grew closer to his hips and more of his manhood disappeared inside me. "Oh man, you were right," Mike groaned. "His mouth feels just like a hot bitch's" "Better," John corrected. "All he wants to do is suck your cock. You don't have to pretend like you love him, or are gonna call him tomorrow. You don't even have to treat him like a fucking person." Mike raised an eyebrow. "Is that right?" I saw the devilish grin spread across his face as he brought his hands to grip the back of my head where it met my neck. I knew what he was going to do before he even did it, but couldn't summon the confidence to resist. He lifted his hips, holding my head tightly as he drove his cock down my throat. He held me there for a moment, watching me choke and flail and then lowered his ass back down to the couch. He didn't wait to let me collect myself like John had, as soon as he was clear of my throat he thrust in again. Once more he watched me struggle before withdrawing himself and repeating the process again and again. Each time was slightly quicker than the last until he was plainly fucking my head. "Does this bitch swallow?" He asked, smirking down at me. John's response was half laugh. "Only one way to find out." "Not like you have a choice," he said, looking down at me, and I felt the warm presence in my throat of fresh cum. His eyes locked onto mine. "Do you like that taste?" He asked, half question, half taunt. I instinctively swallowed, and he took that as an affirmative, but I didn't really taste his load until he lowered his hips and retracted his cockhead back onto my tongue. It tasted a lot like John's, and yet completely different, salty but thin with just a hint of sweetness. He pushed me back gently and slid off the couch, pulling up his pants and replacing himself inside. "Damn, John, that was the best money I ever spent." He looked down at me and then back to my roommate. "I'm gonna take off. That's cool, right?" My best friend nodded enthusiastically. "That's the best part." Before I knew it the door was open and shut and I was alone with John. "What was that?" was all I could ask. "I dunno," He answered. "We got to talking at work about women and all that and Mike agreed with me that a hole's a hole and all that really matters is getting off when we want to get off. I could tell he was the kind of idiot who would pay someone to do something they were dying to do anyway. I knew you'd like a little variety." I licked my lips subconsciously. The only reason I know I did it was because it renewed the taste of Mike's cum in my mouth. "How much did you charge him?" John turned back to the television. "Don't worry, I didn't charge him too much. I know you're not very good yet." That was all he would say on the subject. I never did find out exactly how much John charged Mike, but I didn't see a dime of it. Silence filled the air. Not complete silence, the sound of the television mocked me with the laugh track from some 80s sitcom, but John clearly had nothing else to say on any subject. I walked around to the front of the couch but he didn't turn to look at me. I didn't know what more to do or say. The words that I eventually spoke shocked even me. "Do you want me to take care of you now?" He grimaced. "No way, man. That guy just shot his load in your mouth, I'm not sticking my dick in there. That's totally gay, dude." Equal parts relieved and disappointed; I exited to my bedroom and buried myself beneath the blankets. The next day I woke up five minutes before the alarm went off, but instead of getting up and doing my normal before-work routine I reached over, unplugged the alarm, and climbed back under the covers. I didn't wake up again until I heard the apartment door slam, then I crept out to make sure John had left. Originally I had intended to call in sick to work, but I didn't want to hang around wondering what was in store for me next. At least at work I had other things to worry about. Just before my shift ended I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I had a text from John. He wanted me to meet him up the street at McDonalds. This wasn't an unusual occurrence, before recent events we used to grab dinner out together at least once a week. The invitation still felt odd. Every time I was around my roommate lately it seemed like it was all about blowjobs. What would it be like to hang out with him in public now? I made up my mind to confront him. In a public place we would at least be forced to use code so I wouldn't have to put into words what I had done for him yesterday, and he couldn't make me do it again before hearing my thoughts and feelings. The whole drive there I rehearsed my speech. Things had gone too far. I just wanted to cut my losses and go back to the way things used to be. If I had to, I would move out and find a new apartment. Things were clearly spiraling out of control, and that was as much my fault as it was his. I climbed out of my car in front of the restaurant, the whole conversation already planned exactly the way I wanted it to play out, but as soon as I saw him standing outside I knew I was beat. I couldn't confront John that day. He wasn't alone. Standing next to him was another man I had never seen before. He was the same height as John but chubby. Andrew, John introduced him as before waving me to follow them inside. We made awkward small talk while waiting in line to order. The weather had been nice, some sports team was doing better than another, and John did his usual act where he pretended he just realized he had forgotten his wallet. Usually I covered him, but Andrew stepped in and treated. He didn't seem too upset about it and so I knew that he was unfamiliar with John's routine. We found a booth where I forced myself to eat a Big Mac and some french fries even though I wasn't really hungry. All I could do was watch Andrew eat and joke with John. He didn't seem like a bad guy and I wasn't opposed to meeting new people or making new friends. We seemed to have a lot in common and so there really was no reason for me to be so withdrawn and disconnected, except one. This wasn't just a social outing. I knew exactly what this was all leading towards. At some point that evening I was going to be made to get this man off. After dinner John invited his new friend back to the apartment to play Xbox, and they followed me back home in Andrew's car. As soon as I pulled into the parking lot I fled up to the apartment but they were slow to come upstairs. So I sat patiently waiting, wondering if our guest would come and go as quickly as our last, or go through the pretense of playing video games for a while before he beckoned me between his legs. The two were laughing as they walked through the door. I'd heard what sounded like the punch line to the joke but it didn't make any sense to me. It must have been an inside joke. John sat down next to me like absolutely nothing was out of the ordinary and fired up the Xbox via remote. I immediately knew it was going to be a long night. Before the brand logo even left the screen, John turned to me. "Why don't you suck me off while I school this kid at Madden?" He said as if it were nothing. It took me a moment to realize what he was saying, and even when I did all I could do was look back and forth between him and Andrew. "It's okay, man. He knows all about our little deal. You don't have to be embarrassed. Come get some of this cock, I know you're hungry for it." Despite John's mocking reassurance, my face burned. I found myself frozen again, unsure what to do or how to act. "Come on, get down here," He spoke firmly, much like he had that morning he called me into his room. I obeyed, climbing onto the floor in front of him. I reached over and unbuttoned his jeans, sliding down the zipper. He lifted his ass in the air for me so I could pull down his pants, and I didn't stop tugging until they were around his ankles. He wasn't the least bit hard, but I didn't have to work too much to get his blood flowing. I ran my tongue across the head of his cock, teasing it, as I stroked his shaft. He put down the video game controller and pushed my head down with one hand, guiding me to his balls. I took them into my mouth and made them vibrate just the way he liked and he moaned in approval. "Damn, dude." I heard Andrew say from somewhere behind me. "I thought you were pulling my leg." "You still haven't seen the best part." My roommate tugged on my hair, forcing me to look up at him. "Swallow it." He commanded. And I did. I had gotten quite good at forcing cock down my throat, and it took little effort to push him balls deep into my mouth even while he was nearly erect. "That is nuts." Andrew was clearly impressed. "How much to get in on the other end of this girl?" Andrew asked, rising from his seat on the couch. I remember the words this girl, were all I heard. The words resonated. He knew I was a guy right? The meaning of his statement was otherwise lost on me. My eyes rolled up to look at John just in time to see an evil grin cross his face. "You paid for my lunch," he said. "That's good enough for me." "Well shit," Andrew laughed, "I like that price." He was behind me then, putting his hands on my hips and lifting me onto my feet before I knew what was going on. John held my head on his cock so I stood there, bent at a ninety degree angle. I knew what was coming then, but John held me tight, his cock still in my throat. I was starting to feel lightheaded from the lack of air. Andrew was reaching around me and yanking my pants down to my ankles. My roommate just smiled down at me, letting my head up to gather just enough air to clear my head before forcing me back down on his erection. I shook my head as best I could in protest, but he my desperation was lost on him. "Come on, I owe him for McDonalds. You've bought me lunch plenty of times before, what's the difference now?" He whispered. I felt my underwear slide down to my knees and calloused hands stroked my asscheeks gently. They disappeared for a moment and I heard a belt unbuckle and a zipper drop. A small gust of air caught my bare rear end as Andrew dropped his own pants, and then I felt an unmistakable presence pressing up against my back door. I heard him spit, and felt it land in the same place. He spit again, and the pressure increased. Despite all common sense I didn't fight. This wasn't consensual, but it was hardly rape either. I just begged John with my eyes to make it stop, but he just stared on, clearly amused. It wasn't long before I felt the gentle slap of Andrew's balls against my taint. Just like that my roommate had sold my virgin ass for the price of an extra value meal. He took it slow at first, sliding his length into me much deeper than I ever thought I was. I could feel my body stretching to accommodate him. He pulled out just as slow, and I heard and felt him spit on his dick again. Gradually the pace increased, but he restrained himself well. I had read stories online about men being fucked in the ass and the pain turning to pleasure. I never felt any pleasure, but I didn't really feel pain either. The best word I could use to describe the feeling of my first time with Andrew, besides humiliating, is uncomfortable. John was getting off on my violation, or maybe the power he had over me. It wasn't just the amused look in his eyes as they locked onto mine, but I could feel his cock pushing further down my throat than it ever had before. He was even bigger than he had been on our first time. Not only that, but I could swear I felt his pulse on my lips. After a couple of minutes Andrew began grunting like a madman, and his grip on my hips tightened to the point that it hurt. I knew what was going to happen and I was terrified. A strange man was about to cum in my ass. I struggled, but John still had a firm hold on me. To my slight relief, Andrew pulled out suddenly and laid his cock on the crack of my ass, pointed upwards. Within seconds it felt like a warm rain was falling on my back. "Holy shit," I heard Andrew moan behind me, followed by a rough slap on my ass. "You gotta break this bitch in, that was almost too tight." John had been doing little more than regulating my breathing while his friend took me from behind, but now he expected me to service him properly. He loosened his grip so I could resume control. "Eh," he chirped. "We're a work in progress." Andrew let go of me and leaned back, followed by the sound of shuffling clothing and a fastening zipper. "You mind if I shower here?" He asked shakily. "I don't want my wife... you know." "Yeah," John sang back. "Knock yourself out." And just like that Andrew was gone and I was alone with John. "Did you like that? Taking cock at both ends? He shot a big load on your back," he asked. "I'm going to shoot a bigger one in your mouth." He held my head steady then, gripping me tightly by my hair. His back arched and his hips raised up and down at a slow pace, almost making love to my face. The sound of his labored breathing, my slurping and the running of the shower filled the room. "The towels on the rack are clean," John yelled as the sound of the shower gave out. Then he looked down at me. "After you swallow my load, you're going to crawl over and offer your mouth to Andy. That fatass has a lot of money and we're going to convince him to dump it into that sissy ass of yours, one Big Mac at a time if we have to." He laughed at his own joke, and then stopped as footsteps entered the room. In the same instant he forced my head down and moaned, unloading his balls down my throat. He hadn't been lying, watching me get taken by his new friend must have turned him on and I quickly overflowed, gasping and swallowing to try and keep semen from forcing its way into my sinuses. I could hear Andrew plop down on the couch to watch the show. "What do you think?" I heard John ask, before I was even sure he was done orgasming. "Do you need a little detailing to finish cleaning up? On the house," he added. Andrew shrugged. "Sure. I never turn down a blowjob." John let go of me, and I leaned back, clearing my mouth of his cock for the first time in what felt like an hour. My jaw ached and my tongue was sore like a muscle after a long workout. The familiar sound of a zipper made me turn my head to the couch where Andrew sat and I watched him pull his manhood out of his pants. It was four inches long, but flaccid. I was glad I hadn't gotten a look at it before he fucked me, I would have been terrified. But I knew he couldn't have been as impressive at full growth as I would think he must be. He was a show-er, not a grower. My roommate gave me a slight shove and I took the hint. I crawled over to Andrew, planting myself between his open knees. Immediately he placed a hand on the back of my head, pulling me toward the center of his body. His cock was slightly damp from the shower, but it smelled nice; clean like soap. At least he had good hygiene. I didn't want to taste myself on him. I took the head of his prick into my mouth gingerly, working it over with my tongue. It was John's bodywash he had used, I suddenly realized. He smelled like my roommate. That was comforting. Andrew's cock was slow to firm up, though I don't know if that was an appraisal of my skills or if he was spent from our last encounter but he seemed to be enjoying my work all the same. His hand never left the back of my head nor did his group loosen, but he leaned back as far as he could, holding me at a distance too close to bring his cock out of my throat any further than the back of my mouth. This made it difficult for me to use my hands to assist the process. I pushed him down my throat and back out again quickly. I wanted him to finish though I can't say for sure whether it was because I wanted this experience to be over or if I wanted to please the two men. I think it was somewhere in between. It had taken mere minutes for him to get himself off the first time, but now it was taking forever. He didn't even seem to want to cum a second time. He just laid back, eyes closed, hips unmoving, enjoying the sensation of my mouth as I did all the work. Only his firm grip on the back of my head proved he was still awake. My Roommate's Bitch Ch. 03 And so it was a surprise when his cock twitched in my mouth. I had learned to suppress my gag reflex impressively quick thanks to my roommate, but I was caught off guard, and I choked on Andrew as he came down my throat. He came to life quite suddenly and I knew my failure was only adding to the pleasure of the experience for him. He let go and I pulled my head back instinctively to find air and regain my composure and his cock flopped back into his lap, still twitching. I watched it, fascinated. His cum didn't spurt like it did on my back or in my mouth, but now at the end of his orgasm it just oozed slightly from the tip. His hand reappeared on the back of my head and he held me as his other hand came to grip his erection. He held me tightly as he wiped his cock on my face, a look of pure amusement on his face. "So tell me, which end did you like my cock in better, your ass or your face?" He held onto my hair, it wasn't a rhetorical question, he wanted an answer. "I-I don't know," I stammered, unsure which he wanted to hear, and which was in fact the correct answer. "Well next time I'll make you suck me off first, then I can spend more time in that ass. We'll see what you think then." Andrew tucked his waning erection back in his pants and zipped himself up. "I gotta go," he said simply to John.