Roommates 2

Brent turned and headed out of the door. I followed closely behind him, gawking at his perfectly round, hard-looking ass covered by those snug-fitted blue jeans he wore. Brent bent over to pick up a large cardboard box which seemed to be very heavy. The back of his shirt rode up and I saw a medium-sized Japanese symbol tattooed on his lower back, and a the tip of his asscrack. My dick twitched and jumped in my jeans. Brent carried the box into the room, and as he past me, he brushed up against my side, sending a charge up and down my body. I had to lean against the wall to stop myself from twitching all over the place. “Damn,” I whispered. 

It took us about twenty minutes to move all of Brent’s things from the hallway into our room. Afterwards I sat on my bed and watched him unpack his stuff. “It’s hot in here,” he said. “Does the air conditioner work in here?”

“No. It broke a couple of weeks ago. They haven’t fixed it.”

“Figures,” Brent muttered. He pulled his tank-top over his head in one easy motion. My mouth dropped open as I saw just how good he looked like with no shirt on. His chest glistened with his sweat; I was surprised--and turned on to see that both of his nipples were pierced Usually I didn’t like body piercings, or piercings in general, but they looked really sexy on Brent. The only hair I saw on his torso was the slightly thick hair that lined his forearms, and a thin trail of hair that began at the bottom of his navel and continued downward inside of his jeans. I stared at his half-naked body, hypnotized by how good looking he was. Brent saw me gawking at him and asked, “Why are you lookin at me like that?”

I quickly turned my eyes in another direction, toward the window. “Oh. Um, I was just looking at your piercings.”

Brent gazed down at his chest. “Oh.” He flicked one of the gold rings on his nipples. “These?” he asked. “Almost forgot I had `em.”

I really needed to jack off and shoot my load because my dick was aching. “Did they hurt? When you got them pierced?”

Brent shrugged. “I guess. I mean, not that much.” He saw me entranced by his chest and asked, “Do you want to touch em or somethin?”
I didn’t know if he was being serious or not so I didn’t say anything. Brent put down a shirt that he had been folding and walked over in my direction. I was beyond anxious and horny by that point. He stood directly in front of me, his jean-clad crotch inches away from my mouth. Brent had such smooth, tight skin; he could’ve been a good model. “Touch them,” he told me. And I realized that he was serious. I reached up with a trembling hand, and touched his pierced nipple; it felt warm and hard against my fingers. The head of my dick poked out of the open zipper of my jeans. I had completely forgotten to zip up my pants. I quickly took my fingers off Brent’s nipple and covered my crotch. I don’t even think Brent had realized what had just happened. Brent smiled, a seductively cunning smile, and returned to his side of the room. “Who was that boy who was in here earlier?” Brent asked.

I stuffed my dick back into my pants and zipped my fly. “That was Andrew. He lives next door.”

Brent put his folded clothes into his drawer. “He has a nice body,” he said. Brent looked over at me to see my reaction to what he just said. “He must go to the gym a lot.”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“I need to take my ass to the gym,” Brent said, “I’m startin to look like a fuckin stick figure.”

“No, you’re not. You look like a model.” I blurted out. Shit, I didn’t mean to tell him that. But Brent didn’t seem bothered by what I said. In fact, he appeared pleased. He ran his hands down his smooth, flat stomach. 

“You think so?” he asked, smirking at me. 

I tried to play it off as though I wasn’t THAT impressed although I really was. “I mean, yeah, if you ask me. I’m the one that looks like a stick figure.”

Brent looked me up and down. “Take off your shirt right quick,” he said.

“Huh?”

“I just want to see your chest right quick so I can decide.”

Nervously, I pulled my shirt off over my head and tossed it aside. My boner was still pitching a tent in my jeans.

“Stand up,” Brent ordered. “So I can get a better look.”

Brent was sorta like Lee in how he had this kind of dominating charasmatic attitude. I stood as Brent told me to. He examined his body with my eyes and nodded. “You’re not too big and you’re not too small. And you have a really nice six pack.” He took a few steps toward me. “Is it okay if I touch your chest a little?” I couldn’t believe he was actually asking me that. Thirty minutes after meeting him, I had touched his nipples, and now he was asking to touch my chest. I would’ve thought I was dreaming if my dick wasn’t so achingly stiff. Brent didn’t wait for my answer. He placed both of his large hands on my pecs and squeezed. My body trembled with his touches. With one hand still on my chest, Brent moved down to my stomach with his other hand, rubbing around in large circles. I reached out and touched his strong arms and his great chest. Brent stared into my eyes the whole time, studying my face. It made me kinda nervous the way he stared at me, because I didn’t know what he was thinking, but at the same time, I enjoyed the attention that he was giving to me. Brent took a step foward, and my boner poked against his crotch. He instantly took a step back, taking his hands off my body. I didn’t understand what was going on. Brent returned back to the side of his room and resumed to fold his clothes. I was beyond confused and disappointed. “You should put your shirt back on,” Brent said with his back facing me. Bewildered, I did put on my shirt and sat down on my bed. “Sorry `bout that,” Brent said.

There was an awkward silence between us for the rest of the night. At about eleven-thirty I climbed into bed, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. I tried to go to sleep but couldn’t, partly because I was thinking about what had happened between Brent and I earlier, and because Brent was sitting at his computer, typing noisely; the bright glare of his computer screen cast the room in a bright blue glow. I watched Brent sitting at his desk, writing something, and I wonder if I already fucked up whatever friendship we possibly could’ve had. But then I thought more about the situation: Brent couldn’t possibly be straight, right? He had let me touch his nipples, and he had touched my chest as well. straight boys who were really straight didn’t do that to one another. He had looked like he really liked looking at my body, and I knew that he knew that I really liked looking at his body. So what was the fucking problem?

Brent stood from his desk and began to remove his clothes, with his back still facing me. He pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes. Before he took off his shorts, Brent looked over his shoulder and looked at me. It was too late for me to close my eyes and pretend that I wasn’t staring at him because we both knew that I was. Regardless, Brent pulled down his shorts, standing completely ass naked. It was bright enough for me to see his hard round ass, and when he turned around I saw his dick for the first time and it was unbelievably large, nearly the size of Lee’s eleven inch dick. I reached into my boxer shorts and started to jack off underneath the covers. Brent saw me jacking off, but I couldn’t see his facial expression because the light was not shining on his face. But he walked over to me, without saying a word, and sat at the edge of my bed. I could smell his alluring body odor and it made me even hornier. Brent reached under my blanket, found my dick, moved my hand aside, and started to jerk me off. “You know we shouldn’t be doin this, Jack,” he said as he rubbed the head of my dick.

"Cause we live together." But Brent continued to jerk me off with one hand while he jerked himself off with the other hand. I wanted to kiss him, to put my tongue all over his body, to feel his dick plowing into my mouth. But I was sure that Brent wouldn’t let me. I was satisfied with his big hand moving up and down my dick. He went slow at first, and then increasingly faster until I started to convulse under the covers and I could feel the cum rising inside of me. “Tell me when you’re bout to blow,” Brent said.

Brent jacked me off faster and faster. I squeezed my eyes shut, opened my mouth wide, curled my toes, gripped the sheets, and groaned loudly. “Now,” I said. “I’m about to cum.” Brent snatched the covers off my body. He took his hand away and replaced it with his hot, wet mouth. I screamed out loud as my dick exploded in Brent’s moist mouth. Pints of my cum poured down his throat, he swallowed every drop of it, and when I was finished, he licked my deflating dick clean. “Sweet,” he said. “You got nice tastin cum.”

I reached for his dick, which was very large and hard now, but Brent rose from my bed and sauntered over to his bed. He climbed under the covers. “I'm goin to bed now,” he said. 

“Can I suck your dick?” I asked. Although I had just came, my dick started to rise again. 

“No dude,” Brent said. “Not tonight. Maybe some other time. Kinda sleepy.” I laid there in bed, my dick once again throbbing again. I closed my eyes but couldn’t go to sleep; I kept thinking about Brent, his beautiful body and his hot mouth on my dick. His computer screen blacked out, leaving the room in total darkness. Minutes later, I could hear Brent’s soft breathing. He groaned a little bit. I listened carefully and the moans persisted. He was jacking off. I grabbed my own dick and started jerking off for the second time. Brent continued to moan in the darkness. I could hear him thrashing around underneath his covers, and his moaning became louder. Seconds later, Brent released a loud grunt and I knew that he had just cum. Hearing him cum, I jerked off faster, and then I lifted my hips upward and curled my toes as I busted a nut all over my blanket and hand. “Did you cum again?” Brent asked.

“Yeah,” I said breathlessly.

"Are you all sticky?" Brent questioned.

"Yeah."

"Nice.You must got a lot of fuckin cum." Brent chuckled a little. “Is this what you did with your other roommate?”

“No.I don't think he was gay.”

"Don't have to be gay to get fuck around. Just gotta be horny enough. Did you ever listen to him play with his dick?"

"Yeah...sometimes, not that much."

"You ever seen him naked?" Brent asked.

"No."

"What about that dude, Andrew? You mess around with him?"

"Once.Him and his roommate."

"Tight. Is his as roommate hot as Andrew?" Brent asked.

"Yeah. He has a big ass dick."

"You got a big ass dick too," Brent said. "I'd like to suck you off sometime. Maybe let you fuck me."

"Really? When?" I asked, overly excited.

“When the time is right," was Brent's answer. "Good night, Jack."

I wanted to ask him more, but I didn't.Instead, I rolled over, smiled in the dark, and finally went to sleep. I stayed hard the whole night.

To be continued...