Helping My Roommate

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It was April. At the end of another long Wednesday, I sat on the grass outside my dormitory, reading the notes I had taken during today's Software Architecture class. Boring stuff, really. Diagrams and use cases and bla bla bla. It was probably the worst class in what was now my fourth semester here.

I was about to fall asleep when an alarm on my phone rang. It was half past six.

I got up and walked into the dormitory, then up the stairs, and then toward my room. I walked slowly, without any hurry to get to my room. A room that I shared with Matt.

Matt was a cool guy, there were no problems there. We met on what was the first day at this university for both of us and easily got along. He was easy-going, talkative, friendly, and a pretty good roommate.

On his fifth week here, Matt met a girl, Emily. They hit it off quickly and soon got into a serious relationship. If they weren't in class, or busy studying, then they were together. Which meant she spent a lot of time in our room, leading to me getting another good friend.

The problem, and the whole reason why I waited outside for half an hour every day and then slowly walked to my room, was that Matt and Emily had sex. A lot of sex. Daily. To the point where we decided that they had to end at half past six, so I could actually use my room. The slow walk was just me giving them extra time, in case they took longer.

I didn't mind that they used the room for that stuff. Obviously, Matt had his own bed and could do whatever he wanted with it. But I needed to study, play games, or just rest. Having these sex-crazed rabbits doing the deed, with me in the same room? No, thank you.

I knocked on the door, waited five seconds, then opened it. Our room was divided into two parts, mirroring each other. Each side had a closet next to the door, then a desk and a bed, both along the side wall. In between the beds, opposite the door, there was a window. We didn't decorate much, just a couple of posters and pictures on the walls.

The couple stood next to Matt's bed, on the left side of the room. Matt was shirtless, only wearing his normal gray sweatpants. I had gotten used to seeing him shirtless all the time as if it was his default mode indoors. He practiced a bunch of sports, so he had a well-defined body but wasn't overtly muscular. I couldn't deny that I liked seeing his body.

Emily was leaning on Matt, running her hands through his short dark hair, his hands grabbing her butt. She was about my height, which meant she was a bit shorter than Matt. He could rest his chin on her head. Fortunately, the brunette had put on more clothes than her boyfriend. Tight jeans that showed her round butt, and a shirt that barely hid her breasts. A bit more than a handful, I'd guess, but I only felt them when she hugged me. Which actually happened a lot.

"Hi guys," I said, closing the door and walking to my desk.

The couple separated as if only now noticing my presence.

Emily adjusted her glasses, before running up to me and hugging me.

"Roomie! I'm gonna miss you," she said, squeezing me, her breasts touching my chest.

I pushed her away while I said, "Come on, Em. I know what you two were doing, don't hug me. Ewww."

"Booooo, roomie, it's not like my hands are covered in cum," she said, waving her hands in front of my face. "Or are they?"

"No no no, Em! Em, don't," I cried out, as I ran away from her, evading her hands.

We ran around the room for a couple of seconds, Matt laughing as he watched us. Emily stopped when I ducked past her, but not before she managed to slap me in the butt.

"Ooh, you're still following my exercise plan, aren't you?" she asked. "You've got a nice butt now!"

"Yeah, thanks for getting me into it," I answered. Last year, Emily gave me an exercise plan that I started doing. I didn't want to have muscles or be super strong, I just wanted to be fit. Now I was, and I had a pretty good butt too.

Given what it had done to my body, it really was the same plan Emily used. Which, I guess, wasn't a bad thing.

"Wait, why did you say you were going to miss me?" I asked, only now registering what Emily said when she hugged me.

"She's going away for two weeks," Matt replied.

"Yeah. For our History of Art class, we're going on a trip to a bunch of museums," Emily said.

"Wow, so while we are stuck studying, you're going to have fun?" I asked. Why didn't I get to go to cool places?

"Hehe, perks of being an art student, roomie," she said, sticking her tongue out.

I looked at Matt. He seemed sad.

"And can you handle two weeks without your girl, Matt?" I asked.

"Sure, man, no problem," Matt replied. He didn't sound very convincing. "It's just two weeks."

"We'll text, and call, and I'll send him a lot pictures," Emily said.

"Spicy ones?" Matt asked, smiling.

"Very spicy," Emily replied.

"I'm still here," I said.

Emily turned back to me, and asked with a serious look, "You'll take good care of my Matt, right, roomie?"

"Sure, Em," I replied, chuckling.

After that, we spoke for a while before going out to dinner. At that point, I didn't know how much that question, and my answer, would affect the rest of my life.

***

The next day, during lunchtime, I saw Matt eating alone. He seemed distracted. I sat down next to him.

"Everything ok?" I asked.

"I miss Em," he answered.

"It hasn't even been a day," I said.

Matt sighed, and said, "I know..."

Damn, was he going to last the two weeks?

***

I waited for my phone alarm to ring at half past six. Emily wasn't around, but I guessed Matt might use this opportunity to talk to her on the phone or something.

When the time came, I walked to my room and entered it, closing the door behind me. Matt was lying on his side, facing away from me. Was he sleeping?

I dropped my bag on my desk and walked to my bed. That was when I saw that Matt was completely naked, and his arm seemed to be moving.

"Oh, shit," I said. "Sorry, Matt, I didn't know you were jacking off."

Matt stopped his movements and turned his head a bit to look at me. He looked frustrated.

"Dude, I've been trying to cum for one hour," he said. "And nothing works!"

"Too much info, Matt," I said. "What do you mean nothing works? Just... find a picture of Em or look at some porn."

"I've done that, and more! But I still can't cum," Matt said. "It's been so long since the last time I used my hands for this. I need Em... I need her mouth, or her tight, perfect pu--"

"Not listening!" I interrupted Matt, not wanting to hear too much about their sex life. "Keep trying, you'll get there."

Matt sighed and turned back to his phone. His arm started moving again. I looked down at my phone and started browsing through my favorite forums.

I was a bit uncomfortable with being in the room as Matt continued what he was doing, but I had things to check before dinner. I ignored him and focused on my phone.

This became more difficult when Matt turned his body so he could lie on his back. My eyes widened as his cock came into view. Pointing almost straight up, with Matt's hand gliding up and down its entirety, his cock was without any doubt, bigger than mine.

Sure, I had sometimes caught glimpses of it when Matt got dressed, but only when it was flaccid. I had seen some bulges here and there when Emily teased him too much. But I had never seen it like this, fully erect. It was big, and I wasn't even close to it.

Was Emily handling this monster every day? How did that even fit in her? And why were my eyes glued to it, and to Matt's hand as it moved up and down, up and down?

I forced my eyes back to my phone. Ignore it. Ignore it. I had to focus on my phone. Focus. Focus. Don't think about the big cock. Don't look at it. Don't.

I looked again.

Matt's hand slowly moved from the base to the head. Precum leaked out, squeezed by his hand. He grabbed some of it and spread it around, using it as lube for the next strokes.

Back to my phone. News, politics, dogs, cat videos. Back to his cock. Why? Why couldn't I stop looking? And why was my cock getting harder just from looking?

For the next few minutes, I struggled with this. I tried to focus on my phone, but I easily slipped and ended up staring at Matt.

He kept his attention on his phone, probably looking at photos or videos of Emily. Maybe videos of her taking that cock. Licking it. Sucking it. Getting fucked by it.

Stop!

What was I thinking? What were these thoughts, these images in my mind? Why was I focusing on the cock?

"Aagh!" Matt screamed, snapping me back to reality.

I quickly looked at my phone. Did he see me staring at him? I hoped not.

"I can't! It's like... I'm on the edge. I'm right there, primed and ready. And then, nothing" Matt said.

Forcing myself to not look at him, I said, "Uhm... maybe just wait the two weeks?"

"Wait? Do you know how hard it was to focus on classes today?" he asked. "I won't last two weeks like this."

"Sorry... I-I don't know how to help you," I said. My eyes drifted up from my phone, back to his cock. He was still working it with his hand.

"Yeah, I know, man. If I wasn't together with Em, I'd find a girl just to handle this. But I'm not gonna cheat on Em," Matt said. He looked at me and saw me staring, but said nothing. He just kept moving his hand. "I know I just need a mouth... Wait!"

Matt practically jumped, and now sat on his bed. He looked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"You can help me!" Matt exclaimed, as if he had found the solution to his problem.

"What do you mean? I told you, I don't know how," I said, confused.

Matt stood up and started walking toward me. He kept pumping his cock.

"You can suck me off," Matt said.

"Wh-what?! No! No way, Matt," I rejected him, but my eyes didn't leave his cock as he approached me.

As he got closer, his cock looked bigger than before. The cock head was red, as if it was angry that it hadn't ejaculated recently.

Matt stood in front of me now, his cock slightly above my face. I stared, mesmerized by it. My lips parted a bit.

I wanted it.

"But... Em," I muttered.

"We're all friends and she trusts you. It won't count as cheating if you're just helping me," Matt said, looking down at me. "And didn't you tell her you'd take care of me?"

A string of precum leaked out, falling onto my lips. I licked them, and tasted the liquid, letting out a whimper.

"I... I did," I said.

Matt put the head of his cock on my lips, then moved it around, pushing at my teeth.

"Come on, man, help me out," he said. "You know you want to."

I did.

I wanted it.

I wanted to taste it.

I wanted to help my roommate.

I... opened my mouth, and my tongue darted out to lick at the slit. I took in more precum, swallowing it. Then I opened my mouth wide and wrapped my lips around the cock head.

"Oh yeah, that's it, suck my cock," Matt said.

My tongue lapped at the slit, then swirled around the head. Matt moaned, while his hand kept pumping his cock.

More precum came out, directly onto my tongue. I sucked on the head and swallowed all the delicious precum. What would his cum taste like? How much did he cum? I wanted to know. I wanted more cock. I needed more.

I slid my lips and head forward, taking in more of his cock. Then I pulled back. I repeated these movements, bobbing my head on his cock. When it hit the back of my mouth, I stopped trying to take more and just focused on what fit in my mouth.

Soon after, Matt put his free hand on my head. He moaned as I sucked his big cock. His other hand, wrapped around his cock, sped up. Matt had been jacking off for a long time, before I started sucking him, so he was close.

"Oh, fuck. I'm gonna cum inside your mouth, roomie. Do... mmhmm... do you want that?" Matt asked, his breaths growing rougher. I nodded, although with his hand on my head, I'm not sure I had much of a choice. "Good. Here you... go!"

His cock pulsed, and the first load came out, hitting the back of my mouth. By reflex, I tried to take his cock out, but he held me in place with his hand. His cock pulsed again, and another load came out.

His cum was thick and tasty. The smell of it filled my nose, and my mind went blank for a second. I took the third load and swallowed what was in my mouth. I moaned. More, I wanted more.

Matt kept cumming. I helped by sucking it all out and then swallowing it. His hand squeezed every last drop out of his cock and into my mouth. Soon, nothing else came out. My tongue licked the head of his cock, cleaning it.

With the job done, I moved my head back, trying to get off his cock, but Matt's hand held me still. I looked up, questioningly.

"Where are you going, cock sucker?" he asked. I moaned at what he called me. That was what I was now. "You know once isn't enough."

With that, Matt used his hand to pull my head closer to him. I thought he would stop at the previous maximum I had taken, but he kept going. Slowly, he entered my throat. When he felt my gag reflex acting up, he stopped and then continued after a while.

"Hmmph!" I let out when it became hard to breathe.

"Through your nose. Calm down," Matt said. I followed his advice and started breathing only through my nose. That helped, and Matt kept sliding into me.

My nose and lips soon touched his body. Matt held me there, both hands on my head. I felt his cock filling me up, stretching my throat.

Matt pulled me back, his cock slowly sliding out of me. This gave me time to breathe a bit more. Saliva dripped onto my hands, which had remained on my legs the whole time.

Matt didn't completely leave my mouth. When he had only the cock head inside me, he pulled me again, sliding his cock in. Again, I took his entire cock into my mouth and throat. Then he pulled me back, sliding out.

He kept this up, sliding in and out of me, until I was able to take his cock without any resistance or problems. Then he started speeding up, pulling and pushing my head. Faster and faster, he used me as a sex toy, only there for his cock. For him.

"Fuck yes, this is it. This is what I needed," Matt said.

He started moving his hips in time with his hands, pumping his cock into me. Saliva dropped out of my mouth and off his shaft. Harder and faster, he fucked my face. He grunted and moaned as he filled me up with cock.

"Ungh, I'm gonna... cum!" he said, as he pushed his entire cock into me one last time and held me there. His cock twitched and pulsed, and I felt his cum moving through it as he came down my throat. Load after load, deposited inside me.

Matt held my head, even as I started struggling to breathe. He came and came, grunting and moaning.

I started losing consciousness, my vision growing dimmer. Matt pulled his cock out, and I rushed to breathe, taking in big gulps of air. I coughed saliva and cum, mixed together.

Matt rubbed his cock on my face, using me to clean it. When he was satisfied, he let go of my head, and it dropped down. I saw the stains on my clothes, left by all the juices that had fallen down, but I saw something else. My hand moved up, then below my underwear.

I touched my cock, feeling it wet and sticky. I... came? Without touching myself, while sucking cock and getting face fucked by my roommate? I hadn't noticed anything, but there was no denying it.

"Wow, I really needed that! Thanks, roomie," Matt said. I looked up at him and saw him smiling.

I fell sideways onto my bed. I was shocked, surprised at what had happened. I couldn't believe any of it, and yet... it had happened. I was strangely happy.

I was aroused. I wanted more.

The mental exhaustion took over and I fell asleep soon after, skipping dinner. Although, did a big, delicious cock count as food?

***

When I woke up, Matt wasn't in the room. I looked at the time. Right, on Fridays he had some classes earlier than I did.

I was still wearing yesterday's clothes. They were stained and dirty, a reminder of what had happened.

Carefully hiding from the other students in the dorm, I managed to get to the communal shower. The clothes would have to wait, as I had classes to attend.

The classes passed by slowly, mostly because I kept thinking about Matt, Emily, and yesterday. I wasn't sure what would happen when I went back to my room. And yet, when my last class ended a bit earlier than usual, just before five in the afternoon, I did not hesitate to go to my room.

I entered the room, closing the door behind me. Matt was sitting on his bed, reading something on his phone. He was once again shirtless, only wearing his gray sweatpants. He didn't even have any socks on.

I placed my bag on my desk, took out my phone, and put it down as well. Then I turned to Matt.

And I waited. For... something. Matt kept looking at his phone. Time passed, I think. Maybe it didn't. Seconds seemed like hours, but they were just seconds.

Matt looked up from his phone. Then, he got up and took off his sweatpants, before sitting down again. He wasn't wearing any underwear.

He grabbed his cock with one hand and pumped it a couple of times. It quickly grew erect. I stared at it, my mouth watering, and my cock stirring in my pants.

"Can you help me again?" Matt asked.

I nodded my head as I practically leapt across the room. I fell to my knees in front of Matt and grabbed his cock after he let go of it. I licked his cock from the balls to the head, then I took it into my mouth.

With my lips wrapped around his cock, I licked around his head. My hand slowly pumped up and down his shaft, as I worked on the head. Matt moaned in pleasure.

I took more of his cock into my mouth, then licked what I had in me. Then I took in more, and more, swallowing his cock. I wanted to repeat what Matt had done to me last time, but this time without his help.

When my throat started resisting, I bobbed my head up and down, sucking his cock. When I felt ready, I continued my descent. Soon, with some effort, I took it all in. Matt ran his hand through my hair, which probably meant that he liked what I was doing.

I began to bob up and down the entirety of his cock, occasionally taking a break by letting it out of my mouth and licking his cock while my hands pumped it. I worked up a rhythm, and Matt moaned and grunted in response. My cock fought to get out of my pants, but I ignored it, focusing only on Matt.

After a while, Matt's phone vibrated, and he grabbed it.

"Em sent a message... Fuck me, that's hot. Look," he said. I raised my head from his cock and looked at his phone. My eyes widened as I saw a photo Emily had taken in front of a mirror. She was on her knees, clearly showcasing her naked butt.

"Man, now I miss her ass," Matt said, sounding sad. Then he looked at me and tilted his head to the side. He was thinking about something. "Maybe you can help me in another way. Get up."

I did as he said and stood up. He did the same.

"What now?" I asked.

"Take off your clothes and lie down on my bed," he answered.

I was confused, but still, I undressed and threw my clothes to my side of the room. I got on his bed, lying face-down on it. The bed smelled good. It smelled of Matt.

Matt got on the bed, straddling my legs. I felt his cock on my butt cheeks.

"Damn, you really do have an ass like hers," Matt said, grabbing both of my butt cheeks. "This will do."

He squeezed my cheeks, prying them open. His cock fell into the middle, sandwiched between my cheeks, and he started moving his hips, rubbing his cock along my butt crack.

Matt kept this up for a while, his hands grabbing my cheeks, his cock sliding along with his hip movements. I particularly liked when his cock teased my butt hole, before continuing on its way.

"We can make this better," he said, stopping. He reached down below his bed and took something out.