My Homophobic Christian Roommate

,i>This story is full of blasphemy, sodomy, lust, and all the good stuff.

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Every time that I pushed Luke deeper, the next span of days would be spent pouring over his Bible, trying to repent for the great sins that he had committed.

So it was little surprise that in the days after I brought Luke to Pixie, he had hardly left his room, and I only saw him for classes and when he went to get food.

It was damn near enough to hurt a man's feelings.

The past couple of weeks, after our escapades, I would finally get reprieve from his incessant religious babbling. He would hole himself up until he was sure that Jesus had personally stripped away every shred of homosexuality from his soul.

I don't know if I would trust a dude who regularly hung out with 12 single guys for that job, but whatever.

However, I was more than a little peeved when church came up a few days later and I got nothing more than a text from Luke. That wimp refused to talk to me even though he was in the next goddamn room.

Leaving in 10.

That was all he had to say? I wasn't expecting a fucking poem, but three words over the span of three days felt like an insult.

He had invaded my room before, so who was to say that I couldn't do the same to him?

Already wearing a nice sweater with some khakis, I marched over to his door and threw it open.

Huh.

For everything I'd expected, this wasn't it.

The decor of his room wasn't confusing in the slightest. He had two big posters up for shitty Christian bands that had tried to get me to listen to multiple times, and he had a handful of inspirational Bible quotes written on sticky notes and put around his walls.

What I hadn't imagined was the smell.

There was a distinct scent of room spray, and he was even a burning a candle when I came in, but there was a strong lingering smell of semen. I looked over to his wire wastebasket, and I saw that it was full to the brim with balled-up, cummy tissues.

Luke was only half dressed, wearing jeans and socks but no shirt. He jumped as I entered, his cheeks turning red.

We locked eyes, and both of us knew that I knew.

"Um," He said, "I'm almost ready."

I just nodded and closed the door as I went back to the living room.

I thought that Luke had been turning to Jesus this whole time, but he hadn't locked himself away to pray. He had been furiously masturbating since Thursday night, most likely cumming again and again at the thought of having a stranger's cock down his throat.

And he hadn't told me.

Sitting down on the couch, I started to think of the best ways to punish him.

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As Luke and I walked into the church, headed straight for the pew we sat in last time.

I didn't join him at first. Instead, I slipped off to go have a little chat with Pastor Maynard.

After a brief and productive conversation with the good preacher, I slipped into the bench next to Luke with a satisfied look on my face.

Luke looked at me sideways. "Where did you go?" He whispered.

"You'll find out," I said.

The curly-haired dumbass with the acoustic guitar started singing, and Luke didn't have time to interrogate me further. He would never want to interrupt a service.

The pastor went through the regular horse and pony show, bringing up visiting missionaries and praying over them and inviting parishioners to do the readings.

Say what you will about Christians, but do they know the power of interactive learning.

Even still, I had to fight to keep focus.

Finally, the service began to come to a close, and Pastor Maynard was announcing all of the "good works" the church had been doing in the community.

"We love seeing the next generation taking interest in spreading Christ's love," Pastor Maynard said. "That's why it warms my heart this morning to hear that Luke and his young friend are going to be setting up our booth on campus this afternoon"

The crowd clapped, and Luke whipped his head around to glare at me.

I didn't say a word. I just gave my best good-Christian-boy smile to the pastor.

"These young men have carved out time to spread the good word unprompted today," Pastor Maynard said. "They'll be setting up our table along with some literature on the sidewalks between the buildings that these lost students are learning in."

The crowd clapped again. Clearly our gumption for God was admirable.

Luke glared even harder.

That's how, only an hour later, we found ourselves set up outside of the library, sitting behind a plastic folding table with a great big table cloth and swathes of pamphlets laid down in front of us.

I couldn't help flipping through some of the pocket-sized packets they gave to us to hand out.

The manipulative and predatory language they used was obviously meant to target the vulnerable, offering Jesus as a cure all for everything from shingles to clinical depression.

I still thought it was one big spiritual sugar pill, but to each their own.

Luke was burning a hole in the side of my head with his stare.

"Jesus," I said, "will you calm down?"

"First of all," Luke said, angry, "don't take the good Lord's name in vain."

I rolled my eyes. That bit was getting old.

"Second," he said, "I don't know what you're planning to do to me, but don't even think about it."

"Do to you?" I asked. "I just wanted to

talk

to you for God's sake."

"For goodness sake," Luke said.

"What?"

"You took God's name in vain again," he said. "You meant for goodness sake."

"For fuck's sake," I said, leaning back into my chair.

"Even that's better," Luke said.

A gaggle of freshmen walked past us on their way to south campus.

"Are you feeling lost?" Luke asked them, cheeriness taking over. "The Lord is there for you!"

The group didn't even look at us. I wouldn't have either.

"You didn't seem nearly as concerned with what I was 'doing' to you when you sucked that cock behind Pixie's," I said.

Luke jumped and looked all around us to see if someone overheard.

"That was for your salvation," Luke hissed. "You never would have gone to Bible study or church without me... incentivizing you."

"Was jerking your little dick to it all of Friday and yesterday part of my salvation incentivization too?" I asked. I kept my tone steady and calm.

Luke turned bright red and looked away.

"I think we both know," I said, "that our relationship has gone a little bit farther than salvation."

"There's nothing further than salvation," Luke muttered.

"So you would do anything to save my eternal soul?" I traced my eyes up and down Luke's body.

He blushed. "I just wanna give you the greatest chance possible to go to heaven," he said.

"I'll let you bring me to heaven," I said, putting on a rise smile.

"You're a jerk, you know that?" Luke asked.

"And you're an asshole, "I said.

"How?" Luke said. "I've gone above and beyond to make sure that you at least have the opportunity to feel God's love."

"Wanting to recruit me to your little club because you think that something is fundamentally wrong with who I am is not giving me an 'opportunity,'" I said, feeling heat starting to rise from my collar.

There was a long pause as both Luke and I looked away from each other.

Luke was the first to speak. "I don't want you to think that I'm trying to fundamentally change anything about you, "he said. "I just don't think I've ever been friends with somebody who was so comfortable with their..."

"Sexuality?" I asked.

"I was going to say 'sin,' but 'sexuality' seems a lot less mean," he said.

Luke looked at me, and I cracked a smile. Fuck him, but even I had to admit that was funny. Luke smiled back at me.

"How about this," I said, shifting in my seat to fully turn to Luke. "you stop trying to convince me to go to church, and I'll stop asking you to do me favors to help ‘save me.’”

Luke's gaze faltered. Mine didn't.

"But how will you... Wouldn't I be partially responsible for your damnation then?" Luke asked.

"I absolve you," I said. "You have done everything that you can to try to make me see the light, and I refuse."

"But what about Bible study?" Luke said, his eyes staring directly into mine.

"No session of your book club is going to make me straight, Luke." I gave him a half smile.

Luke pursed his lips and looked around, listening to the birds for a moment. Several groups of students walked by us quickly, trying to avoid eye contact. Luke didn't even try to talk to them. Finally, he spoke. "But maybe if you got an experience with a girl," Luke muttered.

"I don't want an experience with a girl, Luke," I said, annunciating every word. God, he was so fucking stubborn.

"Or if you imagine the girl..." Luke said.

I stared at him. He wasn't suggesting what I thought he was, was he?

"I'm not crazy," Luke said. "Even though it's also technically a sin, I've been watching some straight... videos to try to counteract the... the ones that I've been using to try to understand you better."

"So you want me to imagine a girl," I said slowly, "while... while what?"

Luke's cheeks were bright red. "Maybe if you just let me offer you some... release when you need it, you wouldn't have to watch any gay porn. You would have to promise me that you're imagining a girl, though. A—and you couldn't look at me either."

Holy shit. Luke was going for the gold in mental gymnastics. Only minutes before, he had been telling telling me that he felt like I was trying to corrupt him, and now he was saying that he would offer me "release" whenever I needed it so I could avoid any gay thoughts. The sheer willful ignorance astounded me.

"Anytime I need release?" I asked incredulously.

"Only so that you're not tempted," Luke said.

"Right," I said. "So I'm not tempted. And you'll be doing what exactly to help relieve this despicable temptation inside of me?"

"You seem to enjoy when people put their mouths on you," Luke said, looking away for me now. I thought he was red before, but now he looked like a gay little cherry tomato.

"So you'll suck my dick at the drop of a hat to make sure that I don't have gay thoughts," I said.

Luke looked around us again, and I think I saw his lips moving in a silent prayer. "I won't be sucking your dick," he said. "I'll be--"

"’relieving tension,’" I said, correcting myself and nodding.

Luke just nodded.

Fine. If he wanted this, he was going to get it.

"Well, despite the fact that you've been milking your cock at any opportunity the past three days," I said, "I haven't cum at all."

Luke nodded at my words. "Fine," he said begrudgingly. "Once we get home, I'll help you."

"I don't think I can wait that long," I said, stretching. "Now that we've been talking about it, I'm just thinking about Thursday night all over again, and I might just head home now."

Luke turned to me with an eyebrow raised, trying to figure out what I was playing at.

I turned to him, and I spoke in a low voice, reaching out and putting one of my strong hands on the back of his chair, brushing against his slim back as I did. "I want you to crawl under this table right now," I said, "and I want you to suck my dick until I tell you to stop."

Luke's eyes grew wide. He looked down at the table, covered in religious pamphlets and flyers, and he watched the thick white tablecloth ripple as I moved my other hand to lift it.

I watched as Luke's eyes flicked from the ground to my bulge, and back up to my face. "D—don't be stupid," he said, his voice shaky.

"I want you to taste my cock as I hand out these pamphlets, Luke." I spoke in a half whisper, forcing him to lean in to listen to me. "Otherwise, I don't think that there's any point in me going to church next week."

Luke's expression was distraught, and he moved his lower lip, trying to form words.

"I promise I'll imagine that you're a girl, Luke," I said, my voice dripping with honey.

Still, Luke waivered.

I reached down, grabbing his hard cock through his pants as I held his gaze. "Please," I said.

With his lip trembling, Luke nodded. He looked up and down the sidewalk, making sure that no pedestrians were coming. Then, he lifted the tablecloth slightly and started to sink down, disappearing under the table.

As my fingers left his body, I moved them to mine, shifting my hips farther below the white cloth and unzipping my pants.

Luke's clumsy digits tentatively brushed against my clothed thighs. The war raging inside of him was an especially hard-fought battle today, but as he moved his hands closer to my crotch, his movements became more sure.

My cock swelled at the thought of Luke's warm lips. I lifted my ass out of my plastic chair for a moment and shimmied my pants down slightly, freeing my cock while still making sure that I wasn't exposed to the outside world. It stuck to my leg, my foreskin dripping with jism.

Even though his voice was muffled under the table, I heard Luke sigh when he saw my dick. It was as if he had taken a cold drink on a hot summer day.

I needed him to quit dillydallying.

I reached down and cradled his head in my strong palm, gently moving from his cheek to the back of his head. With an even, steady pressure, I pulled Luke's head down onto my cock.

For all of his apprehension, Luke was now a well-practiced cocksucker, and he curled his lips over his teeth, protecting my dick as he began to swallow it. He moved his tongue around my head as I saw my first pedestrian walking our way.

It was a tall older student, maybe 28 or so. He had a big beard.

I smiled at him as Luke continued to slurp quietly on my cock. He let out a satisfied hum.

I continued holding the back of Luke's head.

"Are you a religious man?" I asked.

As Luke heard me start a conversation, he stopped sucking my cock. He had frozen up.

I intertwined my fingers with his hair and started to move him up and down manually, slowly and inconspicuously starting to fuck his mouth.

His lip shaking, he began to match my rhythm, starting slow.

I moved my hand back to the top of the table to avoid suspicion.

"I think I'm good where I'm at with my spirituality," the bearded student said. "Do y'all have a bookmark for me, though?"

Luke grew more bold, using a hand now to massage my full sack. I held in a groan. "You can use a card," I said. I tried my best to keep an even tone.

The student took one and thanked me before leaving.

I reached under the table, stroking Luke's head wordlessly as he continued to worship between my legs.

Most passersby didn't want to hear what I had to offer. I didn't blame them. I would walk right past too.

Sometimes students waved at me, but mostly they ignored the table.

Then I saw two freshman girls walking down the sidewalk, both wearing a modest set of clothes for the hot Sunday. Christians will wear a damn sweater in July to keep up their holier-than-thou attitude.

They made a beeline for me.

"Hi," one of the girls said. She was blonde with a cross necklace.

"Hey," I said. "I like the necklace."

Thanks, "the girl said. "It was kind of a graduation present. Are you from one of the churches around here?"

Oh, God. She wanted to make the worst kind of small talk: Christian small talk.

Luke continued to slobber at my cock, silently working my head over his tongue.

"I sure am. Right around the corner actually," I said.

"Are all the guys there as cute as you?" The other girl asked. She was taller, and she had pointed, mouselike features.

Both of the girls burst into a bit of giggling.

Luke doubled his effort when he heard this question, shoving my dick as far as he could into his throat. I could feel his esophagus massage me as he swallowed me down.

My eyes fluttered sightly, but I fought off a moan.

"There's one other guy our age,” I said, slightly shakily, "but he's spoken for."

"And how about you?” The blonde girl asked. "Is there an empty spot at the pew next to you?"

Luke pulled his tongue off of my dick, and he started to silently pump my shaft up and down as he took my balls into his mouth.

He was working harder than before.

Oh, shit. Luke was getting fucking jealous.

This girl was flirting with me, and he was getting

jealous.

I was going to fuck with him.

"You are pretty cute," I said.

Luke added a second hand to my shaft, and he swished my balls from cheek to cheek, causing my cock to swell. If I listened closely, I could hear him gulp. Icarus was flying a little too close to the slutty sun.

"However," I said, trying not to gasp in pleasure, "I'm a little busy right now. How about we talk after the service next Sunday?"

Luke continued to piston his hands up and down my shaft, but he moved his mouth from my balls, dragging his tongue over his fingers and up my shaft before taking my head into his mouth once again. A wave of precum flooded out of me.

He really was doing everything he could to distract me.

The blonde girl nodded and picked up a pamphlet. She smiled. "Sounds good."

With that, the girls started to walk away, giggling to each other again. They just been turned loose at college, and flirting with a random boy must've seemed like skydiving to them.

But to Luke, it must've sounded like a marriage proposal.

As soon as the girls' footsteps faded, Luke removed my cock from his mouth, and he lifted the tablecloth, emerging from it once again. A layer of shiny spit was on his lips. His brow furrowed as he looked at me.

I smiled back.

Then, in a show of physicality I had never seen from him before, Luke grabbed my arm and began to pull, urging me to follow him with a head movement.

I raised my eyebrows. I would be interested to see where this was going.

I zipped up my pants as I stood.

We abandoned our station and started walking down the sidewalk directly toward the library. With Luke practically dragging me along, we got a couple of weird looks. We both were still wearing our Sunday best, and my untucked shirt now looked disheveled.

Luke threw the library door open with one hand, and he continued to march without breaking stride. Suddenly, we veered to the right, and Luke pulled me into the single stall family restroom.

I instinctively locked the door as Luke turned and sank back down to his knees, furiously fumbling with my zipper again, fighting to pull my pants down.

"And what's gotten into you?" I asked as I helped him. My engorged member flopped out, Luke's drying saliva still covering the surface.

Without responding, Luke leaned forward and took me into his throat again, this time with a passion and fervor that I hadn't seen from him before. He rolled my balls back-and-forth with his palm as he forced himself farther and farther onto my shaft, lurching and gagging as he did.

My breath caught in my throat. I wanted to be the one teasing and torturing him, but it had been days since I had last orgasmed, and seeing Luke so hungry to have my dick in his mouth was sending ripples of arousal through me.

Luke swallowed, drinking down the precum that I'm sure was gushing out of my hard cock. He was purposefully messy, letting his his spit run down my shaft. His throat made gasping, choking sounds as he rammed me in and out of his mouth.

Suddenly, he stood. His cheeks were burning and red, contrasting with his now-messy blonde hair. He quickly undid his own belt buckle, and pants, shoving them to mid thigh.

Then, pulling up his shirt and turning around, Luke pulled an ass cheek to the side, exposing his virgin hole to me for the first time.

Luke had only ever had modest body hair, and as he displayed himself to me, I saw even less. He had shaved his hole smooth.

"You were flirting with that girl too much," Luke said. "A good Christian shouldn't feel lust. You need to release that tension so that you don't feel it again."