The Roommate

The Roommate -- Part II

If you haven't read The Roommate Part I, you should, as this is a continuation of the story. But if you want a synopsis then here it is:

Peter, as a young man, loved and was addicted to getting head and because he was a good-looking man with a tall slender body and had a beautifully shaped 7" cut cock which was perfect for sucking, he had many takers.

One such aficionado of the Art of Fellatio, an older man named Paul, took Peter in when he lost his job and offered him rent free room and board in return for the chance to go down on that delicious cock whenever he wanted to (which, you will see, was often).

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Peter woke in the morning and put on the new bathrobe the older man had bought for him, arriving in the kitchen to find Paul at the kitchen counter with a pot of fresh coffee just brewed.

Paul smiled at him. "Have a seat at the kitchen table," he said. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did," Peter answered.

"Well, I did my best to help you go to sleep," said Paul, referring to the long sensual blowjob he'd given the younger man the night before. "And now I want you to start the day right."

Paul put the cup of coffee down in front of the younger man and squeezed his shoulder. Peter took a sip and smiled. "Thank you", he said, and took a sip. "Delicious!"

Naked under the soft terrycloth robe, Peter mused about his new situation as he drank the fresh brew. He was only dimly aware of the older man puttering about the kitchen until he felt two hands pushing his thighs apart.

Paul had climbed under the table and was on his knees with his head in the younger man's lap. Peter felt a wet tongue lapping at his balls. It was electric, and he let out a groan of pleasure as the older man's talented tongue teased and stroked his sack, pulling his already stiffening cock out of the way.

Moments later Paul began to work that cock with his tongue, and he sighed with pleasure as it became rock hard. Now the feast would truly begin.

The younger man was moaning, and he opened his legs even further. The pleasure that radiated from between his legs through every part of his body was familiar yet new every time. The coffee cup cooled on its saucer as Peter gripped the edge of the table and began to rock in his chair while the older man pleasured him with his mouth.

Paul gently wrapped one hand around Peter's cock, holding it like a precious object. It was fully engorged and stood ramrod straight above the beautiful sack nestled below.

Making sure not to circle the girth completely, he left room with his fingers along the underside of the shaft for his tongue to trail slowly up from Peter's balls, up the entire length, until he reached the helmet and then he suckled it, kissing and licking and sucking gently on the head. Worshipping its shape and color; it's softness and its masculine fullness.

Again, he lapped with the flat of his tongue from balls up to the tip of Peter's cock, and again, and again, each time moving slowly and savoring the contours of the young man's hardness.

He paused each time and made sure to suckle the head, circling it with his tongue, kissing it, taking it in his mouth and sucking gently while he continued to use his tongue to maximize the young man's pleasure. He felt deeply that hevwas responsible for this thing of beauty, this engorged cock, this manhood rampant.

Peter's grip on the table tightened as he was rocked with sensual delight. His cock felt so full it might burst, every nerve ending singing with sex, with maleness, with sensation, and he couldn't imagine feeling anything more.

But then he did.

Paul couldn't help himself. He needed to feel the fullness of the younger man's cock in his mouth, between his lips, in his throat. He slid his lips all the way down to the base of Peter's hard cock and held it there, lashing his tongue back and forth.

Then he moved in for what he knew the younger man would love. He circled the base of Peter's cock with his thumb and forefinger and squeezed gently, applying enough pressure to engorge the cock even further without causing pain.

He covered the head of Peter's cockhead with his upper lip and positioned his tongue over the younger man's hot-spot -- the frenulum -- the highest concentration of nerve endings in the male body.

"Oh, god!" Peter moaned. "Oh, yes, oh fuck that feels good. Oh, fuck! Oh, god, yes!"

While Peter moaned and writhed in his chair, Paul was lapping with the flat of his tongue over the young man's hot-spot, up and down, over and over, again and again, slowly, then quicker, then slowly again. Without remorse Paul tongued the rigid cock while Peter panted and twitched, the pleasure almost unbearable.

Slowly the pressure built, and Peter felt himself moving closer and closer to orgasm. The sensations in his cock were indescribable, and suddenly he could hold back and prolong the pleasure no further. Shaking and rocking in the chair, the young man's cock erupted, flooding Paul's mouth with his delicious cum.

The older man swallowed and swallowed again, the cockhead now firmly and fully in his mouth as Peter's manhood pulsed and pumped his seed down Paul's throat and he continued to suck and lick up every drop.

"Jesus Christ, Paul!" Peter exclaimed. "Jesus that was good!"

"Yes, it was, Peter," the older man replied, "and there will be more to come... or should I say there will be more cum?" he laughed. "I'm glad you enjoyed. Now I have to go out, so relax, and enjoy your day. I'll be home around four, and don't forget -- the heat is up in the house and when I get back, you'll be wearing nothing but one of those thongs I bought you, ok?"

Yes, sir," Peter replied, smiling, and Paul went about his day.

Peter spent the morning putting things away in his bedroom and tidying up and then took a shower in the early afternoon. When Paul returned, he was drying dishes in the kitchen, wearing nothing but the thong.

The older man's eyes lit up when he saw Peter's slender form at the sink, almost naked, his long legs and firm ass, his broad back and wide shoulders, the string of the thong disappearing between the younger man's cheeks.

He greeted his new roommate and ran his hands over those inviting cheeks, taking pleasure in the feel of the smooth, firm flesh. He couldn't resist reaching around to Peter's front and fondling the young man's cock and balls for just a moment, reveling in the thought of once again having the pleasure of licking and sucking what was in his hand.

They made small talk as thy ate an early dinner and then Paul told Peter he was going to put on a movie, but he'd wait for Peter to join him on the couch until after the young man did the dishes.

"My pleasure," said Peter, and he set about cleaning up as Paul got the TV on and the movie ready.

When he walked into the living room, Paul patted the couch on his right and Peter plopped himself down next to the older man with a few inches between them. The older man pressed Play on the remote and an action movie started.

After a while, totally absorbed in the action, Peter barely felt the older man's hand rest on his thigh and only really became aware of it as Paul gently stroked the sensitive skin on the inside of his thigh, moving closer and closer to the bulge formed by his cock and balls under the thin material of the thong.

It felt wonderful and Peter slumped down a bit on the couch and parted his legs to give the older man access. Almost absently, he himself mostly absorbed in the action, Paul's hand began to trace the outlines of Peter's cock and his balls and then stroke gently as he felt the younger man's cock begin to swell in pleasure.

Still, as if they sat in a theatre, engrossed in the story beside each other, Paul fondled Peter's manhood as he felt it stiffen further. He pushed his fingers under the thong and stroked the growing cock, cupping and caressing the balls and then returning to tease up and down the length of Peter's cock and playing with the head until it was fully engorged and poking well up over the top of the stretchy black material.

"Pull it down for me, Peter," Paul told him, and the younger man lifted his ass off the couch just enough to hook his thumbs in the string circling his waist and tug the tiny bit of underwear down to his knees.

There was something incredibly erotic about how Paul seemed to keep his attention on the movie while stroking Peter's cock up and down. It was if the hard cock in his hand was a toy, and Paul was absently playing with it while watching the movie.

The pleasure of being stroked wasn't imaginary to Peter. Once again, his manhood stood rigid in the air and throbbed with pleasure as the older man stroked it. It was almost as if his cock was an object -- a sex object -- he himself was a sex object! He didn't mind it at all; he liked it! He liked having his body used for another's pleasure because it brought such incredible pleasure to he, himself.

Paul toyed with it, teased it with his fingertips, traced its contours, stroked it up and down and then circled the cockhead with his fingertips and corkscrewed it with his fist, lubricated with the spit he applied to his hand from time to time.

Peter slumped even further on the couch, leaned forward to pull his thong completely off and then sitting back and opening his legs wide to allow Paul full access to everything he desired.

Just sitting on the couch and getting his cock stroked felt so good. It was as if he was doing it to himself only ten times better because he didn't know where that hand was going to go next, or what it would do.

Meanwhile Paul was loving just being able to sit there and play with that cock to his heart's content as he watched a movie. Peter began to circle and play with his nipples as Paul worked the hard shaft and toyed with the engorged head. The older man knew this was only increasing the pleasure his young roommate felt, and he loved it.

Without warning the older man picked up the remote and hit pause and then fell to his knees between Peter's legs. He took the younger man's cock in his mouth and began to suck it, sliding slowly up and down the shaft while moving his tongue back and forth, reaching every part of Peter's cock he could, and hearing him start to moan.

Up and down his head bobbed in the younger man's lap, sliding his lips to base of the hard cock and then back up again to lick and suck the head. He grasped it in his hand and licked it like a lollipop and then resumed a steady rhythm of sliding his lips up and down, sucking and licking.

This time he didn't use every trick in the book to make it last. He just wanted to suck this cock and be rewarded with the sweet and sour saltiness of the young man's cum. Before long he got that reward as Peter bucked his hips and shot a load of cum into Paul's mouth, and then another, and another.

He licked and sucked Peter's cock clean and then looked up, a smile on his face, to see the young man with his eyes closed and his mouth open. The movie could wait to be finished.

He led Peter by the hand up to his bed and tucked him in, telling his new roommate to lie on his side and just sitting there on the side of the bed stroking Peter's firm cheeks and lulling him to sleep.

As the younger man's breath slowed and became even, he slowly lifted himself from the bed and left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him and looking forward to the next day's adventures.

In the morning, Peter awoke and donned his bathrobe, descending to the kitchen as he had done the day before, and being greeted with a cup of delicious coffee again. This time though, there was noone crawling under the table to suck his cock. Paul moved around the kitchen and when the younger man finished his coffee he came and stood behind him with one hand laid gently on his shoulder.

"Why don't you go upstairs and shower, Peter," said the older man, "and when you're done just come down and meet me in the study. I have a nice surprise for you there. Wrap yourself in a towel if you want but don't bother wearing anything else."

Peter did as he was told and when he walked into the study, freshly showered and shaved, he found the room dark with the shades pulled down. Standing in the center of the room was a massage table. Beside it, Peter could see what looked like a container of oil in a bowl of water, and there were a couple of scented candles lit with soft music playing from somewhere.

"Lie down on your front, Peter," said Paul, "and make yourself comfortable."

Again, Peter did as he was told and soon he felt warm oil poured on his back and strong hands working the muscles in his neck, shoulders, and down his back.

"Mmmm,"he said. "This feels good!" Paul made a sound in his throat and continued to massage the young man's muscles, sometimes digging deep to loosen the muscles and sometimes stroking gently to relax them.

As he reached the bottom of Peter's spine, he moved to his feet and up his legs until he reached Pater's ass again. He alternated between using his thumbs, his fingers, and the heels of his hands to work the muscles, moving slowly over Peter's ass and feeling the tension there slowly subside.

His roommate responded often with a groan as Paul hit various spots and made sure to work them a little longer.

"Here, lift yourself and put this under your middle, Peter," he told the younger man and handed him a vinyl covered triangular bolster to position his ass way up of the table.

When Peter got himself comfortable again, Paul took in the lovely sight of the young man naked on his table, his cock and balls visible between his legs, his skin glistening with oil. He spread Peter's legs as far apart as they would go on the table and started in again on the inside of his thighs, making sure to brush against the young man's cock and balls as often as he could.

Peter continued to moan with pleasure as the older man's strong fingers worked the muscles in his rear end and moved down to his thighs and back up again. Paul was careful not to touch Peter's sex too directly, wanting to save it for last, but he could see it starting to swell just from the occasional brushes.

Now, with Peter's ass lifted up and easily accessible, he poured a small amount of oil in the younger man's crack and started to gently brush one finger up and down between the firm cheeks. Moving lower and lower, he teased the sensitive skin, using his other hand to caress Peter's skin everywhere else he could reach.

When that finger gently touched Peter's manhole the younger man startled in pleasure, his ass coming off the bolster just a little and settling down again. Paul circled the ring of muscles with his fingertip, barely grazing the skin until he finally stroked gently across it and heard Peter moan long and loud.

Pulling his new roommate's cheeks apart, he bent and began flicking the tip of his tongue on and around Peter's hole as the younger man writhed and moaned under the onslaught of a pleasure he'd never felt before.

Without thinking, Peter reached back and held his cheeks apart to give that amazing tongue as much room as possible, and Paul was free to use his hands to stroke and caress Peter's balls and his stiffening cock.

Peter rocked from side to side and up and down inside of a sexual haze as Paul's tongue and his hands moved over him, and from time to time the older man would run his tongue down and around Peter's balls and lick his cock before returning to tease and tongue-fuck the young man's tight hole.

The teasing pleasure was so intense that Peter's body moved on its own in response to the firing nerves first here, then there. He felt Paul start to stroke his cock up and down in earnest as the older man's tongue pleasured his manhole, He felt himself growing harder and he suddenly turned over, knocking the bolster onto the floor and lifting his hips to offer himself to the older man's mouth.

Without thinking, Paul bent and took the hard cock into his mouth, sucking up and down its full length with a hunger that never seemed to go away. He fondled Peter's balls while he sucked, and used oner finger on his other hand to continue to pleasure the younger man's tight hole, circling and teasing it and occasionally pressing in but with not enough pressure to penetrate.

It didn't take long for Peter to climax. The wet friction up and down his cock, the tongue applying just the right amount of pressure, the nerve endings in his balls and his ass all firing at the same time -- it was too much, and he fired suddenly before he could hold back.

The orgasm was ferocious and fast, and he felt himself emptying his cum into Paul's waiting mouth almost without preamble, then getting rocked with aftershocks that became almost painful in intensity.

Pail stood and wiped the younger man's sweating brow with a clean towel, and then his cock and his balls and everywhere he could reach.

"That was incredible, Paul," said Peter. "I never knew how sensitive I am back there. I never felt a finger there, let alone a tongue!"

"It was my pleasure, Peter," the older man replied. "I hope to show you more and more things that will make you feel good as time goes on."

"Take another shower, now," said Paul, "and get dressed. I know you have some errands to run and when you come back, I'll try to have some more pleasure waiting for you. If you like what we just did, I think you'll like this even better."

End of Part II -- stay tuned for Part III