The following is a fictional story involving dubious consent. All characters in this story are 18 year old or older.
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"FUCKING BITCH!" The apartment windows rattled as Kai slammed the front door shut.
"Things didn't work out between you and Erika, huh?" Kai's roommate, Ronan, didn't bother looking up from the TV. Kai plopped down next to him on the sofa, seething.
"She KNEW about me and Julie, I don't know how. She was fucking hysterical." He paused and snorted. "Actually, she was acting really fucking weird."
"Yeah?" His roommate asked only half listening, his eyes glued to the game on the screen.
"You know how she's into this weird witchy shit? I thought it was hot at first, with that black lipstick and all that leather... she was into some freaky shit man, I tell you."
"Mmm," Ronan grunted, taking a swing from his beer.
"But she was way more unhinged than I thought. Dude, it was so cringe," he suddenly laughed. "She was all like, you bastard, I'm gonna teach you a lesson, I'm gonna hex you... like, what a loser, right?"
"Huh. So what DID she do?" The game was not going the way Ronan had thought. So many wasted opportunities.
"Nothing! Well, she started muttering things and making these arm movements and shit. I only stayed 'cause I thought I was getting some anyway, but no, she was just being weird, saying I was gonna get a craving for cock."
Ronan, mid-swing, almost choked on his beer.
That
caught his attention.
Kai had no way of knowing it but Ronan frequently fantasized about him. He admired his smaller roommate's slender body, flat stomach and tight muscles from all the swimming he did in his tight black Speedo. More than once he had jerked off thinking about his roommate giving him head. But he kept it all for himself; for all Kai knew, Ronan was solely into chicks and he wasn't gonna tell him otherwise.
Ronan himself was not half bad-looking. He towered over Kai, a difference that was accentuated by his massive arms and tights product of his time playing nose tackle back at the college football team. His mop of shaggy red hair and ever-present stubble made him popular with women, but he also had pull with the occasional dude on the down low.
Kai laughed as he saw his roommate coughing due to his last comment. "Yeah dude! Like, what the fuck? What a bitch." He went to grab a beer for himself and sat back on the couch. They sat together for a few minutes in silence, both of them allegedly focusing on the game but in reality thinking alongside parallel paths.
In Ronan's mind, images of Kai down on his knees and teasing the tip of his hard cock with his tongue floated around. The Kai in his imagination looked up at him with a mischievous smile; Ronan stretched his legs and leaned forward, trying to surreptitiously hide his awakening member, which by now was starting to bulge in his sweatpants.
His roommate, on the other hand, kept thinking intrusive thoughts, ones he had never had before. The bitch planted the idea in my head, he thought to himself, trying to justify it... but why were those thoughts so... graphic? He felt strangely hot and uncomfortable. He moved his eyes from the screen and found himself looking over Ronan, who by now was hunched over, elbows over knees, his hands supporting his head in apparent concentration. "God, I wish I could see his cock," he found himself thinking, before catching himself. He stood upright. Where the hell had that come from?
Kai abruptly stood up, surprising Ronan. Small beads of sweat covered his forehead. "Dude, you OK?" Ronan asked.
"I have to go," Kai was already halfway on his way to his room as he said it. He slammed the door behind him, leaving the other man dumbfounded and confused.
Ronan looked over the closed door, wondering what that had been about, before returning his attention to the game. Or at least he tried to. By now he was barely processing what was happening on the screen; alone with his thoughts, the Kai in his mind was down on all fours, raising his ass against him, grinding against his uncut cock. This time he did not bother to hide the tent in his sweatpants, mindlessly pawing at it.
Five minutes later he turned off the TV; the team was losing badly and yet he was too horny to care. He decided to go jack off in his room, thinking how the Kai in his mind would replace porn tonight.
As he walked past Kai's room he heard a strange sound coming from inside. He stopped in his tracks. To him, it kinda sounded like... moaning. "Dude? You OK in there?" Ronan asked as he knocked on the door. It swung open; apparently, it had not been completely closed.
Ronan took a step back as a wave of heat emanated from the room, almost like a sauna. The gentle moans grew louder, filling every corner of the room. Kai was lying on his bed, all his clothes discarded on the floor, his toned and athletic body in full display. His hand was moving quickly, jerking off wildly while his face was contorted in a mix of pleasure and anguish. It was only when Ronan swore loudly that Kai opened his eyes wide with shock and embarrassment.
"GET OUT!" he screamed at his roommate, and yet he continued to jerk off, making no apparent effort to try and cover his nude, glistening body. Ronan stood there, mesmerized and shocked at the way the other pumped his pre-cum coated throbbing dick with wild abandon in front of him. He had never seen Kai like this.
Ronan remained rooted to the ground, his brain trying to process what he was watching, but it wasn't until he heard Kai again that he was brought out of his stupor. "Dude, c'mon! Hnnhg... D-don't look at me like this!" Kai said between clenched teeth. And yet he was bucking his hips slightly, his body betraying his desires. The words, however, did not sound like him at all.
"Dude, what the hell? What's going on?"
"I... I can't stop it! It feels way too fucking good... I keep thinking about... about... ugh!" His eyes went white as he kept pumping, on the verge of cumming but unable to do so. He groaned. "Aw shit, it's like I'm possessed."
"Are you stoned or something?" Ronan was concerned by the odd behavior of his roommate and friend, but he could not deny he was getting horny from watching him like this. He was hypnotized, engrossed by the show in front of him.
"NO! I'll be fine, just leave me alone, please! I just need to nut but... I can't!! FUCK!" he groaned in frustration as he continued to jerk his member, now red from the constant friction. "I keep thinking about.. about... ugh, I can't even say it." He squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth as he accelerated the movements of his right hand, his breathing becoming more ragged. He looked up at Ronan, looking at him in the eyes before his gaze started to lower for a second before he caught himself; only then did Ronan remember the obvious bulge in his sweatpants.
Suddenly, what Kai had told him before popped into Ronan's head. No way, he thought to himself. "Dude, are you thinking about... cock?"
Kai made a horrified expression as his face went beet red. "N-no!! Shut up, asshole!!" He weakly protested, his body betraying his desires. "You don't understand! I... I've never felt like this before! I'm straight! You know I'm straight! You have to believe me!" Despite his words, his gaze dropped once more towards the crotch of the other before looking away, his face flushing an even deeper shade of red. Ronan had no doubt about it now: he was craving it.
At that point, the balance inside of Ronan leaned all the way towards his horny side, taking control over him, consumed by the lust of a man he desired who was apparently cock hungry. He had to know for sure.
"Huh. So, like... you DON'T want this, then?" He unabashedly pointed down to the bulge in his sweatpants, starting to stand at attention. Kai gasped, his eyes wide open as he stared directly into his roommate's crotch. He mouthed words he could not form, beads of sweat running down his temples. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple visibly bobbing.
"N-no... yes... I don't know! FUCK!" he finally screamed, his voice cracking with frustration and desperation. "It's like... my body wants one thing and my mind another! I keep thinking about grabbing it, touching it, tasting it..." he moaned as he closed his eyes and continued stroking himself in lost ecstasy; Ronan thought Kai was gonna cum right there and then but instead, he suddenly stopped, his eyes wide with surprise. "What the hell am I saying... shit, dude, get out here, I... I don't know what's come over me." And yet as he said it he was staring straight into the other's bulge, no longer even pretending not to.
Ronan licked his lips. His mouth felt dry. This, he thought to himself, is a fantasy come true. "I don't know, dude. What's the harm? Why don't you just... give it a touch?"
Kai's eyes seemed to bulge at the suggestion, his mouth hanging open. "What? No! I... I can't do that! I'm straight, dude, I can't just touch another guy's... junk..." He trailed off, his gaze drifting back to the other's bulge, his pupils dilating with clear lust and desire before looking to the ceiling and covering his eyes with his free hand. Ronan grinned; seeing him bite his lip and literally tremble with desire was doing all sorts of things to him. He decided to see how far Kai's self-control went.
"A'ight, you win man. I'll leave you to it, then. I'm just gonna go to my room and beat off," he said as he made a show of cupping his sizable member.
The effect was instantaneous. Kai's head snapped around, his eyes locked on Ronan's bulge as he squeezed and stroked himself through his sweatpants.
