When I walked into the house, I wasn't quiet about it. I had my earbuds in, the music screaming in my ears as I slammed the door behind me. I tossed my keys on the coffee table in front of the couch and my oversized bag that was loaded down with books I'd just checked out at the library thudded to the floor as I headed into the kitchen. After grabbing a clean glass from the cabinet, I slammed the cabinet door shut, then ran some water into the cup. Anyone who was in the house had to know I was there.
When the song I was listening to ended, I unplugged the earbuds from my phone and ripped them from my ears, tossing the buds and the phone on the kitchen counter.
That was when I heard it. It sounded like moans. I paused, taking stock of my surroundings. My roommate's car wasn't there. It couldn't be her and her boyfriend going at it. In fact, it didn't even sound like her. It sounded like a man. He sounded like he was in pain.
I followed the sounds down the hallway to my opened bedroom door. Not thinking, I pushed the door the rest of the way opened and froze.
Ben Ashley, friend of my roommate's boyfriend, was naked and bent over in front of the dresser mirror. He had a butt plug in one hand, slowly working the slippery object into his asshole. His other hand was pulling one cheek from the other, trying to make room to slide the toy into him. He was moaning loudly, eyes closed tightly as he slowly pushed the widening plug in. I could see his cock, hard and violently red, proudly standing at attention.
All the noise I'd made when I got home had not alerted him to me. But the soft gasp that escaped my lips certainly drew his eyes to me.
The butt plug fell from his hand and his eyes widened when he saw me. His face turned bright red, redder than it had been from exertion. He ripped the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around himself.
"Mason! What are you doing here?" he exclaimed.
After hesitating for a moment, I replied, "I live here."
"Don't tell Lily or Mike," he pled, speaking of my roommate and her boyfriend.
I shook my head. "Why would I tell them? Whatever gets you off."
"I'm not gay!" he blurted. His legs collapsed and he plopped onto the bed.
"I didn't say you are." I looked around. "Why my room?"
He closed his eyes. "I needed a mirror... It's just...something I want to try that my ex wasn't into."
I remembered Lily mentioning the breakup and asking if I minded it he slept on the couch for a bit until her boyfriend's roommate moved out so he could move in there. It was hard to concentrate when all I could think about was him with that toy pressed into his ass.
"It seems..." I thought for a moment. "Difficult to do it alone."
He nodded, opening his eyes and letting them fall to the floor. He was staring at the plug. I slowly walked over and picked it up by the wide base. I glanced over at him and he was looking at me. "You won't tell them?" he whispered. I shook my head and he held out his hand for the plug. I hesitated.
"I could...help."
"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice still a whisper.
I looked around and found his open bottle of lube. I walked over and grabbed it, turning the bottle upside down and pouring a hefty amount on the plug. I looked up and he was watching me. I set the bottle back down and started to spread the lube over the plug. "Turn around," I managed to say, suddenly feeling breathless. He stood, turning away from me and letting the blanket fall. He looked back at me as he bent over the side of the bed. I grabbed the lube and took the few steps to him. He gasped when the cold lube poured from the bottle onto his partially opened asshole. He gripped the sheets in his hands as I nudged his legs apart. I held the plug in one hand, closing the lube bottle and tossing it on the bed with the other. I caught some lube with a finger as it ran towards his balls. I ran a finger around his hole and he arched his back, spreading his cheeks for me. I dipped the tip of my middle finger into his ass and he gasped. I slowly pushed my finger in, shoving the lube in. He moaned, his ass gripping my finger.
"Relax," I whispered, and he did. I pumped my finger in and out shallowly a few times before retracting it completely.
"No!" he whimpered, pushing his ass out to me.
I pushed two fingers in and he shuddered, gripping the sheets tighter.
"Yes," he hissed through clenched teeth. I looked up towards his face. His eyes were closed, the side of his face pressed into the mattress.
After a few shallow pumps, I added a third finger while watching his face. His mouth was open, his breath coming out in quick bursts. I slowly pushed my fingers deeper, deeper, until they were all in. "Breathe," I whispered, and the air he'd been holding came out in a gasp.
"You've done this before," he said a few moments later, after catching his breath.
I couldn't help smiling. "I have," I admitted. "Is it how you've imagined so far?"