My Gay Ex Roommate Pt 02

I couldn't move my arms or my legs.

This took a bit of getting used to. Craning my neck, I could see the leather straps on my wrists and ankles. They had metal rings that were connected with ropes to the four corner bedposts. There was no way I could escape. I was naked, and I was tied to this bed.

I looked up at my former roommate and smiled. "It feels fine."

"No matter what it feels like, remember that they're quick-release," Alan said. "You can be freed right away if you need to be. Okay?"

I nodded, and he continued. "And remember, the safe word is 'red'. If you say that, everything has to stop, and you'll be okay." I nodded again. "But if you use it, you get released. Everyone else goes home, and the fun stops. So

don't

use it unless you are actually worried about your safety, not because you're being a delicate, diva straight boy. Right?"

"Okay, okay." I sounded a little offended, but Alan was probably right to wonder about my commitment. Up until a week ago, I had never touched another man's cock. And now today I was being tied down so strangers could come over to Alan's place and...

...

and do whatever they want

, I said to myself. The idea that I had agreed to this - that I had, in fact, suggested it - still blew my mind a little. But a week ago, when I had discovered that my ex-roommate had been keeping guys in bondage in my old bedroom, I had what was the most intense experience of my life... and that was just from giving a guy a handjob, and then watching Alan fucking him. It made my guts tickle in a strange way, but I wanted more.

"Um, and there's just one other thing." For the first time, Alan looked a little sheepish. "You, ah, don't mind if I watch, do you?"

This whole thing had started when Alan caught me watching porn and we ended up watching it together. Then we started watching porn together and jerking off. Although I knew that Alan encouraged that because he liked watching me, I hadn't said anything. Mostly because I had liked watching his cock, even if I had never admitted it.

"No, I guess that's okay. it's kinda like.. what we've been doing, I guess. But, um, don't be offended but... I wouldn't be comfortable if you tried to touch me." I hoped he wouldn't take this the wrong way.

He just laughed. "NO TOUCHING!" he barked in a loud voice. The little bit of tension I'd felt had passed. He looked around the room again. "Well, it looks like you're good to go. Not sure exactly when anyone's showing up, so... remember that the anticipation is a part of the thrill. Or, that's what I keep telling the bottoms anyway. What would I know?"

With that, he turned and walked out. I was alone.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see an old clock radio on the dresser, beside a couple bottles of lube. The digital clock read 1:37. I closed my eyes, breathed deeply. An enormous shivering rush went through me.

I can't believe I'm going through with this!

Visions of strange men touching my body and offering me their cocks ripped through my brain like lightning flashes. I opened my eyes and looked down at my hard cock to see a stream of precome ooze out and drip down.

And then I waited. After fifteen minutes I felt bored and a little irritated. After twenty minutes I had another wave of enormous horniness wash over and I twisted my torso, wishing I could somehow touch my cock. And then that faded again. After a while I sort of zoned out.

I heard a soft

whump

and felt that subtle shift in pressure that meant someone had opened the front door. My heart skipped a beat and I twisted around to see the clock. 2:25. A few seconds later there were steps coming down the hallway. I began to tingle all over.

A professional-looking guy in his late 20's or early 30's came in. He seemed to barely notice me as his eyes darted around the room. He saw a dining room chair in the corner and moved it beside the bed, sitting down so he was even with my cock. He opened a leather pouch he had with him and set a bottle of lube on the bed beside my hip. Then he put a rubber glove on his right hand.

He twisted to look at my face for the first time. "So, you haven't come yet today?"

I shook my head.

"Good. Here's the deal. I'm going to edge you until you beg me to come. And you will beg. And I'm not going to let you until I'm ready. Got it? You're not allowed to come until I give you permission. And if you feel like you're getting close to coming, you will say 'close'. Understand?"

I nodded again. He reached back into his bag and pulled out what looked like a small taser. My eyes widened, though when I took a breath and looked at it again I realized it was an e-stim toy and not police grade.

I think

. He saw me looking at it. "You do

not

want to come before I give you permission. Trust me, you don't."

I twisted back and forth, testing to see that the constraints on my limbs were still there.

Is he serious?

I wondered if he was going to hurt me.

If I say 'red', he'll have to stop, right? Alan would stop it. But what if he didn't have time to get down here? Maybe I should call for him now, and stop this guy

...

I felt the word "red" shaping on my tongue, thought about pushing it through my mouth.

But I don't want this to stop! I mean, nothing's even happened yet!

I could feel my cock was extremely hard. I wanted this to happen.

The guy drizzled some lube over my cock. When his gloved hand touched my dick, I felt a jolt of pleasure and it was almost like I was going to come right there.

"Hair trigger, hey?" he muttered to himself. "Well, let's see how much you can stand."

He started stroking my cock and I took a deep breath. I leaned my head back. Before I closed my eyes, I saw the clock read 3:31.

Oh, fuck!

This guy was good. With just basic strokes, he was slowly raising my level of arousal. Every once in a while, he'd change his stroke pattern, or pause to add more lube. I tried to watch, but it was too much to just take with the feelings from his touch, so I had to keep my eyes closed. He kept going, relentlessly, and slowing down as the feeling became more intense. The fact that I couldn't control the pace made this feel ten times more intense than normal jerking off.

I whimpered, and he slowed to a near stop. "Don't you dare come. You will wait until I say you can. Breathe." I exhaled, and he continued, "just think about your breathing. And try and relax your body. Don't let your cock muscles tense up. Breathe and keep them relaxed."

He went back to stroking me and I tried to follow his instructions. As the pleasurable sensations behind my balls intensified, it was tough to keep my cock from tensing up, from trying to hold back the...

"Close! Close!" I yelped. His hand immediately pulled back from my cock as my hips hunched up, trying to fuck the air above them. He reached down and gave the head of my penis a strong squeeze.

That brought me back down and he waited for perhaps thirty seconds before he started stroking me again. The feelings were incredible! Like the rush at the very start of an orgasm, dragged out without the explosion of semen pushing through.

"Oh! Close!" He stopped again, and this time his index finger sharply flicked at my balls. I grunted and winced in pain, but he seemed to know how to do that without causing lingering discomfort. Instead, I kept breathing, the pleasure holding in my cock as he left hand reached up and started playing with my nipple. After perhaps a minute, he started stroking me once more.

"Please," I said, my voice cracking.

His hand held steady on my cock. "What?"

"Please, please,

let me come!

"

His hand started moving again. "Not yet," he said. "You can take a little more. Hold it back."

With the continuous pleasure like a siren in my ear, I whimpered as I felt something on my cheek and I realized I was drooling on myself. He had me - he had total control over me, and he was playing me like a finely-tuned instrument. His hand was barely moving, but it was enough to keep me at this exact pitch and not push me over the edge.

I tried to speak again, but my throat only gurgled and I almost choked. The pleasure was so intense it felt like everything else was obliterated. Time stopped, and against my closed eyelids I could see a warm white glow. It was too much to bear - he was relentless, he was torturing me and I wanted him to stop. To never stop...

Oh

...

I felt his hand move a little faster. "All right. you may now come."

With my closed eyes I saw a black dot appear like a speck in the distance of the white field... it grew, like an object flying toward me at the speed of sound... it flung itself toward me, and the black shape became a tunnel that I hurtled into... everything was black for just an instant, then an explosion of colors, more colors than I'd ever seen before.

"Ah, fuh! Fuh! Fuck!"

I was coming, and it was as if all the heightened pleasure I was feeling before had burst through a dam - and now I was feeling all of it flooding out of me in a rush, in a series of explosions. As my cock started pushing out burst after burst of come, I felt like I had no control over anything in my body, that I was just a vessel for the escaping rush of energy.

I grunted and gibbered and howled as the orgasm coursed through me. And then, even as I could still feel my cock exploding, I could feel my self slipping back into my body. Suddenly I could try and grab control of my body, suddenly I had to remember to breathe, and there was an immense absence where that enormous pleasure had been. Wherever that was.

The guy was still stroking my cock, slowing down and finally stopping as I was trying to catch my breath. I wanted to thank him for doing that to me. I wanted to

worship

him.

I had shot an immense amount of semen over my chest - far more than I usually ejaculated - and it was now pooling in my belly button, although a couple spurts had reached almost up to my shoulder. The guy released my cock, pulled the rubber glove off his hand and then leaned forward over me. He began licking my semen from my body. Slowly, meticulously, he licked up every drop of it, pausing to close his eyes as he swallowed, as if he has dredged up some rare vintage from the bottom of my balls.

When he was done, he stood up. He picked up the disposed glove and dropped it in a wastepaper basket. He picked up the chair and returned it to the corner it had come from. He put his lube and his e-stim device back in his leather pouch, zipped it shut, and turned and left without saying a word.

After breathing for a minute and trying to remember that intensity of pleasure had felt like, I remembered to look up at the clock. I twisted my head to see it read 2:57. He had been giving me a handjob for nearly half an hour!

I felt a warm lassitude spread through my body. I felt intensely relaxed as I waited to see what would happen next. It turned out it would only be ten minutes or so before I had another visitor. This guy was middle-aged and heavyset, with a beer belly more prominent than my own paunch. He looked me up and down as he stepped closer. His eyes focused on my cock and as I had done a week ago, he reached down to tentatively touch it.

Despite the colossal orgasm I had just had, this was still such a strange and exciting thing, and my cock immediately reacted. But rather than pushing it further, he stopped so he could get undressed. When he was naked, he took me by surprise as he climbed into the bed beside me, stretched out on the right side of the bed. Rolling on his side, he raised himself up on his elbow, and spoke to me in a hushed, almost whispering voice.

"What's your name, honey?"

"I'm... I'm Dennis," I sputtered, surprised at how intimate it felt to reveal my name to this stranger.

"Hi Dennis, I'm Bert. I like your body."

Then he leaned in and kissed me on the mouth.

My mind exploded a little again.

This

was something I was not expecting, something that I had never even considered. Playing with cocks was one thing, but kissing a dude felt a little...

gay

.

Through my surprise, I almost chuckled to myself, just as Bert's tongue started to push its way into my mouth.

Well, you're here to do what they want to do

, I thought to myself. I tried to ignore the feeling of the stubble on my chin as I opened my mouth to accept the invader, letting my tongue slide against his. He was not in a rush and he kept making out with me slowly and eagerly. It felt like I was in junior high again, when kissing was be-all and end-all of trying to "score" with a girl.

After a few minutes, we were both getting into it - I had started to make some forays with my own tongue and he accepted it, before breaking off to kiss my chin and my neck. When he finally reached over to touch my cock again, I groaned, realizing I was back at full hardness.

I lost track of time as he continued his ministrations at my mouth and cock. It felt quite wonderful, and even more as his hand reached over to play with my nipples. Because I had come already, it was a slow build, but it felt amazing throughout. Finally, I could feel it was going to happen again.

"I'm gonna come," I muttered as he was again licking my neck. He didn't react, neither speeding up nor stretching it out, and after maybe another thirty seconds I could feel a couple small bursts of watery come explode weakly from my cock.

When my orgasm subsided, he stopped kissing me. His hand was still stroking me, but I suddenly felt it stop. I looked down and saw that he was now jerking himself off. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to kiss him or encourage him, but in any case he seemed lost in himself as he started stroking himself rapidly, and it didn't take him long to finish as his seed spurted on my lower belly, mixing with my own come. After pausing for a few seconds to catch his breath, his fingers started scooping up our mixed load of milky cream. He brought his fingers up to my mouth and let our semen drip onto my tongue. I eagerly swallowed it all, enjoying that strange/familiar taste.

And then he rolled off the bed, grabbed his boxers and got dressed without any further comment - as if I was already in a different room. I felt a little hurt, realizing I wanted some words of approval from him or some other sort of performance evaluation, but he was done with me. It struck me that this was probably how I usually was after I came, too - done with it and in a different headspace. Without comment, he left. I looked over at the clock, which told me it was ten to four.

And then there was another long stretch, nearly forty-five minutes where once again, I went back and forth between boredom and a sort of intoxication. My wrists were getting a little sore, and I was wondering what would happen when I had to go to the bathroom when I heard voices in the hallway again.

This time, two college-aged guys came into my room. I guess my skills at this aren't 100%, but they didn't register as "gay" at all... in fact, they looked like prototypical frat boys.

"Aw, hey bro," the first one said to his buddy. "Look at this old fag, just waiting for any cock."

"He looks pretty relaxed," the other one replied. "I think he's had enough time laying down."

As if they had a plan to execute, the first stepped to the head of the bed and started releasing my wrists while the other undid my ankles. As they were doing this, I caught Alan out of the corner of my eye entering the room and taking a seat.

"Awright, get up bud! Time to work!" the first bro smacked my flank with the palm of his hand and I tried to ignore the stiffness in my limbs as I got out of the bed. Following their directions, I dropped to my knees as they undid their belts, lowering their jeans and boxers. Two cocks sprung out in front of me and I realized I was about to give my first blowjob. Or blowjobs, two at once.

I would have enjoyed spending more time just

looking

at the guys' cocks. They were both flaccid, and one of them was uncut, which excited me - I'd never seen one in person, but I was turned on by the uncut cocks I'd seen in Alan's videos.

I decided to start with the (slightly) more familiar cut cock of the guy on the right, so I leaned in and licked the head a couple times. It twitched encouragingly, so I wrapped my lips around it and started sucking. Meanwhile, I reached over with my left hand and started touching the other guy's cock, my fingers tracing the length of his soft shaft and foreskin. It was overwhelming to try and keep track of these two sets of experiences at once - I tried not to think too much about what I was doing and just do it.

Sucking a cock was incredible! It felt wonderful in my mouth, though I was distracted from the astonishment of it because I was terrified I was going to gouge or nick it with my teeth. Meanwhile, after a minute or so or stroking, the uncut dude was hard, and my thumb and forefinger experimented with retracting his foreskin, stroking the underside of his cockhead while it was both hooded and exposed.

"C'mon, bro... suck it," he said, and I followed his instruction, pulling my mouth off the first guy to take the uncut cock into my mouth. While I started jerking off the cock that was now slick with my spit, my tongue explored the different texture of the foreskin before it slid in underneath it. Then my left hand pulled back on his shaft, pulling back the foreskin and I went to work bobbing up and down on his cock. There was definitely a different, muskier taste to this guy's cock, and I moaned as I tried to take it in.

After that, I went back and forth from cock to cock, doing my best to try and mix up the sensations, and occasionally following their instructions, One guy wanted me to lick and suck on his balls, which made the other request that as well.

It seemed like they were lasting a really long time. I don't know if a better cock sucker would have worked more efficiently, or the fact that I was going from cock to cock let them go for longer, but after a lot of bobbing and slobbering, it seemed I was getting them off.

"Okay bro? You ready to bust a nut?"

"Yeah, almost," said the uncut guy, whose cock I was sucking. He put the heel of his palm on my forehead and gently pushed me back. I took the hint and pulled my mouth off as the other guy brushed my hand away from his cock. They both started stroking themselves.

I knew how this worked - I'd seen this in porn videos thousands of times. I tilted my head back, opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue as far as it would go. I watched the guys beating off in front of me, my heart racing with eagerness for what was next...

It took about thirty seconds before the cut guy began to come. He grunted, pointed his cock and suddenly gushes of semen burst out onto my tongue. As his orgasm ended, the other guy's began, and suddenly his come splashed on my lip and across my cheek before he found the target and shot several jets right in my mouth.

When they were done, my tongue felt thickly-coated with their spunk. I drew my tongue in and swallowed a large mouthful of their combined loads. The taste was strong and amazing. I stuck out my cleaned tongue to show them what I had done.

"He seems pretty hungry for it," the cut one said, and they both laughed. After a few seconds, they let me lick their cocks clean as they softened, then they both pulled up their boxers and pants and turned to leave.

"Thanks bro," they said to Alan as they filed out past him. Alan! I'd forgotten that he was there! I couldn't believe that I'd just put on a cocksucking show for my old room-mate. He hadn't been stroking while I was doing it, but he looked turned on regardless. We sat in silence for a minute or so - I know I had a lot of experiences that I was trying to process.