Author's note: This story contains a homosexual scene. If you find that sort of thing objectionable, please feel free to bail now. The story was not categorized under "gay male" for reasons that should become evident.
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I was studying at my desk when my roommate Tim came up behind me and began kneading my shoulders through the material of my black T-shirt.
"Mmmm," I said. "Feels good."
"You've been studying a long time. Thought you could use a break." He slipped a warm hand under my long hair and began massaging my neck too.
I relaxed into the massage, closing my eyes. After a minute or so, he slid a hand under my shirt and down to my shoulder blades, his nails lightly tickling my skin. I leaned forward a bit to give him better access. Tim took the hint, adding a back massage to the neck rub he was giving me. Several minutes into this blissful sensation, Tim slid his hand off my back.
I thought, over already? "Don't stop. Please. Keep going."
"OK."
I heard the sound of pants unzipping.
I opened my eyes. Hunh?
Tim's hand on my neck slid up, gently grabbing a handful of my hair, and slowly but firmly he turned my head to the side. I saw he had his dick out of his pants, partially erect and stiffening before my eyes.
"What the fuck?"
"It's OK. Relax. Rubbing you like that got me kinda turned on." He wrapped his other hand around the back of my neck, holding me still, and his dick edged closer to my mouth.
"The hell? Stop that."
"C'mon. I'm horny. You weren't so ... shy ... last night when I fucked your virgin ass." He moved his hips forward the last couple of inches separating us and began rubbing the tip of his cock against my lips, smearing them with precum.
I have to admit, I was kinda turned on, even though a voice in my head was saying no, no, last night was just a one time thing ...
"C'mon," Tim said in a voice thick with lust. "I'll just put the head in. I promise. Part your lips for me."
I hesitated, just the tip of his cockhead against my closed lips, rubbery but soft.
"Aaaah, fuck that feels good. Lick it with your tongue, baby."
Tim took hold of his shaft and rubbed it back and forth, the way you tease a woman by sliding a prick up and down her cunt lips without penetrating, rubbing against her clit, making her want more. Damn. I was getting a spreading warmth in my belly, thinking about how it felt getting a wet cunt like that, while his cock slithered sensually across my lips. Maybe for a few more seconds ... just give it a lick ...
My tongue slid softly across the sensitive underside of the cockhead where the helmet parted.
"Oh god," Tim said. "Right there right there. Don't stop." He let my tongue play with the underside, up and down, side to side. I kissed it, tasting his salty precum, with an odd but sexy aftertaste like waffle batter. Tim rubbed my scalp, giving me a sensual tingling.
"Mmm," I said. "Rub harder."
He obliged. My tongue flicked over the slit on his cockhead.
Tim groaned with pleasure. "Fuuuck, that feels good. Open your lips, baby."
I hesitated.
"C'mon. Please."
I parted my lips, and he nudged his prick inside, just the head like he'd promised. He did this a few more times, then moaned and pushed his cock in deeper on the next stroke, giving me maybe half an inch of shaft. "Mmnph. You give awesome head." He pushed even deeper on the next slow thrust.
I pushed back against his hand on the back of my neck, trying to get free, but my tongue dragged across his cock's skin in the attempt, apparently really turning him on since I felt him stiffen even more. My lips slid free, picking up a bit of salty precum oozing from the tip, which I must admit tasted good.
"What the fuck, you said just the ... mmmmph ...", I started to protest, but by then Tim was firmly sliding his cock back inside my mouth, using my long hair clutched in his fist to tug my head closer to his flat belly as he pushed in deeper, giving in to temptation.
"Unhh," he grunted as he started to thrust back and forth, getting more of the shaft inside each time. "Unhh, fuck, uhnn ... take it ... keep giving me head, baby." In a few seconds I felt my gag reflex kick in as he got almost all the shaft inside and his soft helmet tried to shove past the back of my throat, trying to get it all inside, mouthfucking me deep.
I wanted to say stop, but I couldn't with my mouth full of his shaft, so I put my hands on his slim hips and pushed back, harder and harder, until his cock slid out of my mouth.
"No," I said. "Look, that was hot last night, but ... we gotta stop ..."
"Don't stop," Tim said. "Please. I gotta cum. And I know you like my hard dick in you." He stared at me with lust in his eyes.
"I got a date tonight, in about an hour. I don't have time." Too late, I realized that by phrasing it that way I had conceded the point and was now just bargaining about timelines.
"I'll be quick." Tim was still clutching my hair, and his cock was hard and glistening and, let's face it, kind of inviting looking. He pulled my hair unexpectedly hard and pressed his cockhead against my lips, silently demanding I accept his dick. His cockhead bucked for entry, and rather than fight him I reluctantly parted my lips, giving in to being facefucked. "Oh, fuck," he said, "take it, bitch."
I wanted to object to being called a bitch, but what with the cock fucking my mouth all I could do was moan, and the humming sensation as I tightening my tongue and lips around his shaft while moaning must have pleased Tim because he grunted and growled with satisfaction at my coerced acquiescence.
My phone alarm went off. I grasped his thighs and pushed away as hard as I could, and despite him straining, grabbing my head and trying to stay inside my mouth, his shaft and then his cockhead popped out.
"What's that?"
"My alarm."
"For what?"
"I have a date. With Chivas. In, like, fifteen minutes."
I stood up and leaned over the desk to get my phone and turn off the incessant chiming. When I was at full extension, turning the alarm off, Tim jammed a hand into my back, pinning me to the desk, my cheek flat against the cool surface as I faced the wall. I heard him spit, then his other hand gently slid inside my shorts and underwear, pulling a butt cheek to the side while two fingers started delicately rubbing his spit into the area around my pussy hole. I tried not to respond, to protest my non-consent, but to my chagrin I found my hips swaying, trying to extend the lovely sensation as his fingertips slicked my hole and the tip of one finger - perhaps his middle finger, giving me a literal fuck you gesture - edged inside, just the tip, not even to the first knuckle.
"Don't move," Tim said. He took his hand off my back, yanked my shorts and black CK underwear down to my ankles in one swift practiced move, then pinned my back again before I could think to try standing up. His foot pressed on the clothing bunched around my ankle, the material digging uncomfortably into my skin, so I lifted a foot up and shook it free, leaving the clothing scrunched up around the other ankle. Tim nudged his legs between mine and wedged my legs open with his strong thighs, opening me up to his hard cock.
"Fuck! What ...?"
Apparently he interpreted my tone of voice to mean "Fuck me now," because I heard the flip of a plastic cap and a few seconds later Tim's lubed cock started rubbing up and down my pussy hole. And ohmyfuckinggod it felt good, and so while I kept saying "no", my head wanting him to stop so I could get ready for my date with Chivas, my body had other ideas, and I found myself wiggling my hips again, just like I'd done when he teased me with his fingertip. I swayed in motion to his cockhead, my body trying to keep it on my pussy as much as possible. Tim kept rubbing his cock, teasing me, for what seemed like a heavenly eternity. He slapped my ass. "You want it, don't you. Take it, slut." He started bucking for dangerous entry, and I tightened up my pussy to stop him, tried to wriggle free, but pinned down like that, I was helpless to stop him, and the wriggling only seemed to excite him more.
"Put your leg up here." He grabbed my leg to lift it onto the desktop. I tried feebly to resist, but my leg slid up and I felt cool air against my pussy as my cheeks opened up wide in this more vulnerable and receptive position.
With this better angle Tim shoved his cock hard against my hole and I couldn't clench my pussy tight enough to stop him. His cockhead popped inside. Oh, fuck, it hurt, a sharp almost unbearable pain and immense pressure as I took his rough entry. He ignored my agonized panting and soft cries of pain and kept the pressure up, started slowly sliding the shaft into my yielding pussy.
"Fuuuuck," Tim said. "Feels soooo good."
Most of my previous ecstastic pleasure had flipped, become pain. But the pain and the domination felt oddly sexy, turning me on despite myself. I felt completely like a woman in that moment, not the ambiguous androgyny I'd felt earlier -- a woman giving her body, wanting to please her man.
"Look over your shoulder, slut. Look me in the eyes while I shove my dick in your tight cunt."
When I shook my head no, feigning reluctance, Tim grabbed my hair and twisted my head in the other direction and facing backwards more, so I couldn't help but catch his expression as he lustfully grunted and thrusted. But with my head in this position, I also saw the opened door to our room, where my date, Chivas, was staring at me. Chivas' beautiful face reflected a mixture of about six ethnicities, though her deliciously thicc curvy body, dark eyes, and light brown skin mostly showed her black and Hawaiian ancestors. The Mona Lisa-like expression on her face was hard to place: Shock? Amusement? Curiosity? A mix of the three? Apparently she'd gotten here early, quietly opened the door, and had settled in to watch the show, while Tim buried the lede about this no longer being a private event.
I couldn't think of anything good to say, so I went for the truth: "Uh ... I know how it looks ... umm ... but I'm not gay ... uh ... OW! Dammit Tim!" Tim, grinning, had shoved his cock the rest of the way inside me, balls deep in one rough thrust, deliberately humiliating me and seriously undercutting an already tenuous narrative.
"Did you intend to eventually get around to mentioning you like taking dick ... say, perhaps, around the fifth or maybe tenth date?"
"I ... uh ... this wasn't my idea," I said, as Tim started fucking me faster, hitting my prostate and making me grunt with pleasure " ... uunh ...fuck ... oooohh ..."
"Could have fooled me. Specially the part where I saw him rubbing his prick inside your cheeks, and you were rubbing back and trying your damndest to get him to buttfuck you."
I really didn't have a good response to that. It seemed like a situation that called for taking a hearty swig from a mug full of Shut The Fuck Up. I tried to look away, but Tim kept a firm grip on my head so I had to keep facing the doorway. Chivas gave me a wryly amused look, then quietly left the room.
