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The Roommates

By: BeethovensGhost



Josh and I had been roommates for all of three months when he walked in on me naked. Well, partially naked. Let me explain. We were sharing a small two-bedroom apartment in Queens that I had found the previous summer. My former roommate, a friend from college, had relocated and Josh found me when I posted her bedroom on Craigslist. I had never lived with a guy before, but Josh seemed nice (and normal) and he had a steady job working at a law-firm. The fact that he was cute didn't deter me. If anything, it was a bonus. Not that I had any intentions toward him. I was seeing someone when he moved in, and I'd heard enough horror stories about roommates becoming romantically or sexually entangled. We became friends, but that was basically it.

On the day in question – the day he saw me partially naked – I had awoken relatively late. It was a weekday and Josh was at work, or so I believed. I work at a restaurant and my shift doesn't start until the evening, so I rolled out of bed around noon (this was later than usual) and made my way to the kitchen pretty much naked. I was wearing a pair of panties, but they were lace, see-through, and didn't leave much to the imagination. In fact, catching myself in the hallway mirror, I was slightly turned on, and was actually tempted to return to bed and play with myself. 

I opened the refrigerator to pour myself some orange juice when I heard his voice. 

"Whoa!" he cried. "Sorry, Claire."

Josh was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, backing away from me actually . . . he was wearing an undershirt and a pair of briefs. I was standing in the middle of the room in a thong. It was awkward. I couldn't even cover my boobs immediately, because one hand was holding a carton of orange juice, and the other hand was holding a glass.

"Um, Josh! I didn't know you were home!"

His face was red and he had trouble looking me directly in the eye. "Yeah," he said. "I wasn't feeling so well, so I called in sick."

"Ok!" I practically yelped. I didn't know what to say. Neither did Josh, apparently. I couldn't help noticing that there was a distinct bulge in the front of his black briefs. Josh shyly returned to his room and I bolted for mine. 

In fact, I locked the door. 

A few minutes later, I heard the shower running, which I used as an excuse to get dressed and get out of the apartment. When I returned, Josh was asleep in bed and it was time for me to go to work.

*

Several weeks passed and nothing particularly unusual happened. No nudity. No awkwardness. Although I did notice that neither of us seemed exactly careful about walking the halls in our underwear. But really, that was it. 

I guess it was a month after Josh had seen my boobs that I first saw his cock. I guess it was inevitable, given the close quarters – and mounting sexual tension – but still it was pretty astonishing. Not the cock, but the circumstances under which I saw it. Ok, the cock was astonishing too.

By this time, Josh and I were close friends, and we allowed each other certain liberties. For instance, I didn't mind him borrowing a book now and then from my room, and he never protested if I used the computer he kept in his bedroom (mine was broken).  

Again, a misunderstanding brought us together. It was late in the day on a Saturday, and I was under the impression that Josh was out seeing friends. Indeed, that's what he'd told me he'd be doing that day. I was spending a lazy afternoon at home and needed to look something up on the Internet. When I opened the door to his room (without knocking! stupid Claire!), I almost made it to his desk before I realized I wasn't alone.

Josh was in bed, completely naked, and masturbating vigorously with his eyes closed. His right fist was wrapped around the head of his dick and his left hand was massaging the underside of his balls. At a glance I could tell that he was pretty close to climax. I guess he hadn't heard me enter, because he didn't look up or say anything. He had headphones on (I learned later that Josh liked to get off while listening to classical music – weirdo). For a moment, I just stood there, kind of mesmerized. I should have left immediately, but he hadn't seen me. His body was rather amazing: muscled, slightly tanned, culminating with a shockingly thick penis. I'd never really spent much time actually watching a boy jerk off and it was incredibly hot. I was so overcome that I nearly forgot that I wasn't supposed to be there. 

However, what I saw next made me break my silence. Josh reached for something half-hidden beneath his leg, a piece of bright fabric which he wrapped around the tip of his erection. He was about to blow his load and I was about to bolt from the room. What stopped me was a sudden realization that he'd somehow procured a pair of my underwear - a nice pair! - and was about to empty himself into it! I'm sorry, but what the hell?

"Hey!" I shouted.

Josh opened his eyes and gasped. "Claire!"

"What do you think you're doing?"

Josh still had his headphones in, his pumping his cock; he couldn't really hear me. "Oh my god," he said. 

"Those are mine, weirdo!" I cried. I was upset! But turned on at the same time! It was all very confusing.

Meanwhile, Josh was trying to cover himself, but it seemed like he literally couldn't stop rubbing his dick. I soon found out why. "Oh shit," he moaned as a ribbon of jizz shot from the end of his cock and filled one of my nicest pairs of lace panties. "Ohhhhh," Josh groaned, "fuck."

Yeah, he was pretty embarrassed. I, on the other hand, was impressed. I had to continue the pretense of being angry – I snatched the underwear from his limp hand in a faux show of disgust – but I was incredibly turned on. 

I left the room (with Josh calling after me, "wait, wait, I can explain!"), and locked my own door. I immediately undid the buttons of my jeans and found that I was perfectly soaked. If I masturbate, it's usually at night, before bed, as a kind of sleep aid, but I really needed to make an exception here. I didn't even reach for my vibrator. I just fucked myself with crazed relentlessness, my jeans around my ankles, one hand on my cunt and the middle finger of my other hand teasing my asshole, while I brought myself rapidly to orgasm, picturing Josh's cock. 

Meanwhile, I could hear Josh approach my door in the hallway. I'm sure he wanted to apologize. I've no doubt he was about to knock on the door, but he must have thought better of it. By the time I climaxed I was making no secret of what I was up to. I let out moan after moan as ripples of orgasm shook my body. I could hear Josh's retreat down the hallway. 

When I was finished I opened the door of my room and walked down the hall completely naked, passing a dumbstruck and clearly repentant Josh. In the shower, I brought myself off again, thinking of ways that I could contrive of seeing my roommate naked in the future. I didn't expect it would be particularly difficult.

The Roommate's Boyfriend



When I was in my third year of college, the dorm rooms became too expensive and I had to find an apartment off campus. I couldn't afford one on my own so I decided to ask one of my dorm mates to share with me. I lived in a co-ed dorm and decided to share with a girl named Chris. She had a boyfriend, I had a girlfriend, so it was strictly a platonic arrangement. We soon found a low-rent basement apartment. Nothing fancy, just two bedrooms and the necessities.

After several months of living together, Chris's boyfriend, John, was coming over more and more. The walls were thin and I could often hear them fucking in the next room. I would stop studying when they were moaning and would masturbate and try to finish before the squealing stopped. They could be quite loud, but I didn't mind, even when they woke me up.

One day in the middle of the afternoon I was studying and John and Chris were in the other room and I could hear them starting to fuck. Their moaning became louder and louder. I took out my cock and started to tug it as I listened, imagining that I was the one fucking Chris. She was pretty hot, 21 years old, C cups, nice face. I was getting closer and closer to coming, and just before I was about to finish, the screaming stopped abruptly. I heard their bedroom door open and then John said, "Come on, we're not finished."

She replied, "Sorry, I just realized I'm late for class," and then I heard her scoot out the front door. I put my throbbing cock back into my tighty whities and opened my book back up. I heard John shout, "Fuck!" and punch the wall. I put my book down and went out into the hall. Chris's bedroom door was open.

John was under a blanket with his hands behind his head.

"I guess you heard that."

"Yup."

"Can you hear us through the walls?"

"Ah . . . sometimes. I did today."

"Isn't that a fucker?" he said. "She left right before I came. Dammit."

"Yeah, that totally sucks," I said and sat down beside him on the floor. Chris had a mattress on the floor as a bed.

John looked me up and down in my T-shirt and underwear.

"Looks like you might have been playing along," he said, pointing to my semi-erect cock and the faint drip of precum on my underwear.

"Ah, couldn't help it," I said, pulling my T-shirt down.

"Don't be so modest, we're just a couple of guys here." I let go of my T-shirt. "Look at this," he said, pulling back the blanket. He was covered by only a sheet, his cock outlined neatly on the white fabric. He, too, was leaking precum. "I guess I'll have to whack off, and I'm tired of that."

He looked at me and, I thought, glanced down to my groin again before he lay back. He reached down and squeezed his cock. "I can't believe that she didn't finish me. I was so close to cumming inside her." He stroked it a couple of times. "I sure wish I didn't have to finish this myself."

He looked at me again and then put his hands behind his head. Was he coming onto me? I'd always wondered if he might be bisexual. One time after we'd been drinking at a house party we stepped outside to take a leak. He asked if I wanted to "cross swords," which, he explained, meant that we would cross our streams. We did. "Hey, you're all natural," he said, looking down at my uncut cock. I zipped up hurriedly. He must have been looking at me closely as it was quite dark outside.

Another time we were drinking at a party and he squeezed in beside me in a big armchair. When no one was looking he stuck his tongue in my ear. I pulled away and he laughed and said it was a joke. Still, shivers ran down my spine.

Now, with his hands behind his head, his cock twitched under the thin sheet and he soaked the fabric with more precum.

I had never done anything with a guy before, but for some reason I found myself becoming really hard. I could see his cock even more now under the sheet. I could tell that he was circumcised and I could see the purple of the head. I wondered what his cock felt like. I'd seen cut cocks in the shower in gym but had never been so close to one. It twitched again. I looked up and met his eyes. He'd been watching me watch his cock. I looked away.

"Yup," he said, "I sure wish she'd finished me. God I'm still fucking hard and about ready to come." He lifted up the pillow and put it over his face. "Damn bad luck," he said, his voice muffled under the pillow. His penis twitched again.

We sat in silence for a couple of minutes. I started at his cock, wondering what it looked like and what his skin would feel like. Occasionally it would shudder slightly. He kept the pillow over his face. I started to shake a little. I squeezed my cock through my underwear. He just lay there. I wanted to see what it looked like.

Slowly my hand moved towards him. I made it almost to his leg and then rested my hand on the bed. I'm sure he could feel the weight of it holding down the sheet, but he didn't move. I was still shaking. I didn't know what would happen if I made a move. He might take a swing at me and tell my roommate about it and I'd have to find another place to live. But I had to take the chance.

I lifted up my hand and placed it gently on his thigh. His breathing stopped, but still he didn't move. With one finger on his leg, I moved my hand towards his cock. I touched the tip gently with my index finger, then slowly ran the finger down to the base of his cock. He moaned softly under the pillow. That gave me the courage to take his cock in my hand. It was softer, more pliable than I had anticipated, and I could swear that it swelled in my hand. I squeezed it gently and began to stroke him through the sheet. I figured that was what he wanted so I kept doing it.

After a couple of minutes he moved his arms from under the pillow, which was still over his face, and reached down. I lifted my hand, thinking that he'd changed his mind, but instead he took the sheet in his hand and slowly lifted it over his penis. His cut cock glistened and throbbed in the pale light of Chris's study lamp. The underbelly was veined and white. He put his hands back behind his head.

This time I didn't hesitate. I reached out and took his bare cock in my hand. How good it felt, so strong. It was long and thin, not like mine, which is not quite as long but is quite thick. I stroked him some more and reached down and stroked my own cock as well. I pulled down my underwear down my thighs.

Suddenly all I wanted to do was to turn him over and fuck him in his ass, and it took all of my restraint not to do that. He may have let me, but that might have been the end of our experimenting, so I continued to stroke his beautiful cock. He moaned some more from under the pillow. I squeezed his balls, then moved my hand up and down his shaft.

I had to taste it. I didn't think he'd stop me, he was too far along. Before I could worry about mustering up the courage, I leaned over and wrapped my lips around that perfect head. He stiffened and stopped breathing again but before he could do anything I took him entirely in my mouth, and he let out a long, primal moan and relaxed. God that cock felt good in my mouth. I could taste Chris's pussy on his hard rod. I'd always wanted to go down on her, and this was the closest I was going to get.

I didn't really know what I was doing -- I was usually on the receiving end of this -- but I kept sucking away on that beautiful cock. He spread his legs wide and raised his body off the mattress slightly. He was now fucking my mouth. I felt his hand on my head. "Suck that cock," he said. "Oh god that feels good. You don't know how long I've thought about doing this with you."

I decided to take my time, licking the head, running my tongue up and down the shaft. He reached past my head and cupped his balls as I blew him. Then he slid a hand further south and I could see that he was starting to finger his ass. I moved my hand down there and he moved his away and I found his puckering hole. My finger, covered in his juices, slid in easily to the first bend.

He moaned loudly as I fingerfucked him and blew him. "Suck it, suck it, suck it . . ." he muttered under his breath, "fuck that hole . . ." He was pumping against me with his entire body. His breathing quickened so much that I thought he was going to pass out. "I'm going to cum," he whispered, "I'm going to cum, fuck I'm going to cu-" and suddenly my mouth was awash with his ropey fluid. Burst after burst of jism spurt into my mouth.

I almost choked and could feel it squeezing out the sides of my mouth, but I held on. Some found its way down my throat. I opened my mouth and looked at his cock, shiny with saliva and cum. I licked his cock and squeezed out more cum and swallowed it. His ass shuddered against my finger. I could see sweat mixed with jism on his legs and flat stomach. I licked his cock until it was clean, then ran my tongue over small pools of cum on his belly.

"God, that was the best orgasm I've ever had," he said. "I've never done that before."

"Me either," I said, smiling.

"I have to go to class now, too," he said, jumping up to get dressed. "I'll be back a few hours before Chris gets back. Will you be here?"

I nodded. "Okay, I'll see you later then. I have to reciprocate, that's for sure. I want to taste that uncut cock of yours. Oh . . ." He reached into a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. "We might be needing this." And he disappeared out of the bedroom.

Before he was even out the front door I had whacked myself to a tremendous orgasm, picturing John on his stomach, his smooth, hairless ass in the air, his asshole gripping my thick uncircumcised cock. My semen sputtered over Chris's newly laundered sheets, and I fell back on the floor, completely spent.