My College Roommate Cuck 03

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Chapter 3: Man Pleaser

The energy between us didn’t dissipate when we left the bathroom. It just went quiet. I lay back on my bed, still naked over the blanket despite the cool air in the room, and stared at the ceiling, pretending my body wasn’t still shaking with a bit of horny excitement. Across the room, I could hear him moving, shifting on his bed as he did something on his phone. It felt like he was hovering over me from all the way on his bed, like he was paying attention to me without looking at me. His bedside drawers opened and closed, fabric ran against fabric. Little sounds repeated in a rotation as his restlessness became more and more apparent.

I didn’t say anything.

A few minutes passed before he cleared his throat. 

“You didn’t really clean up earlier,” he said, keeping his voice casual, like he was commenting on some banal topic.

I laughed once, short. “It’s fine.”

He didn’t answer right away. I felt him closer before I saw him, standing at the edge of my bed, not looking at my face at first. His eyes tracked down my body, slowly, like he was trying to understand something. Then, quietly, almost to himself, he said it.

“Well, I can see why she likes it.”

I enjoyed the continuing ego boost, even if I was worried this was going too far into gay territory. I shifted as my dick started to inflate yet again. It was the weirdest boner of my life, and I kept telling myself it was just the nerves of being naked and talking about sex that was getting me hard, just a strange compliment. He kept going, still not meeting my eyes.

“I mean,” he said, adjusting his hands, fidgeting, “I get it. Why she’s… you know, into you. Your muscles are crazy for eighteen.”

I shrugged, but couldn’t prevent a slight smile on my face. “You’re overthinking it.”

“Maybe,” he said. He stepped closer anyway.

He suddenly caught himself before he went too far, and stepped away to my desk area. I felt a little relief and disappointment at the same time, as he started doing little helpful things around my side of the room. He straightened the chair, picked up a hoodie off the floor that wasn’t even in the way and hung it on my little coat rack. He grabbed my water bottle and placed it at my bedside within reach, even though I hadn’t asked for it. Every move put him just a little closer to me, like usefulness was his excuse to get close to me. I didn’t even ask what he was doing, since it was sort of obvious in this weird, psychosexual dynamic that was forming between us, as weird as that made me feel.

“I just thought,” he said after a while, his voice softer, “if you’re tired, I could help you relax.”

I glanced at him. “How?”

He swallowed. “You don’t have to do anything,” he said quickly. “I’ll do all the work.”

The room went still again. He lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed. I was suddenly even more aware of my nudity and him wearing only his underwear. I tried not to look, but it was clear he was making a tent of his own down there. 

I didn’t say anything, and he slid down off the bed until he was kneeling beside me, eyes level with my crotch. Not touching, or even asking anything. Just waiting to see if I’d stop him.

I laughed kind of nervously, more breath than sound. “This is weird.”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding. “I know.”

Neither of us moved for a moment. Then he leaned his head toward me.

“Stop,” I said quickly, putting my hand on his head. Even as my dick throbbed, it was too much for me in the moment.

He sat back onto his heels, the shame and disappointment evident on his reddening face.

“It’s too gay,” I said. I tried to keep my tone easy, like I was just shutting down a bad joke. 

“Seriously,” I added somewhat sternly, taking my hand away and glancing up to the ceiling, “don’t make it weird.”

He nodded. “Ok.”

But he didn’t move.

I turned away on the bed like I was done with the conversation and was going back to sleep. I was still naked over the blanket, and expected him to head back to his bed and crank out another cuck load before bed. I was even looking forward to hearing the blanket shift and his little breath catching as he finished, but he stayed still behind me. I stared at the wall and waited for the space to empty behind me, but it didn’t.

I felt him hesitate behind me, then move closer, careful and quiet, like he was checking whether I meant it or whether I wanted him to argue. He moved closer again, slow enough that I could have stopped it. I felt warmth and breath first, then a brief, confusing brush that made my back tense. I should have said something, but I paused instead. Then I felt something else before I knew what was happening. A warm, wet tongue touched my lower back.

I relaxed after a moment. He wants to lick me, I thought to myself, a true cuck I guess. He wants every part of her that’s left on me.

He paused intermittently as he started moving lower to my ass, like he was waiting for me to stop him. It felt like he was silently asking me, Do you want me to stop? every time his movements stopped, and my lack of response was the answer.

I didn’t turn around. He took that as permission to continue licking me, adding his hand to my hip, squeezing the muscle there, even pulling my ass cheeks apart and looking at my hole. This was starting to feel like a mix between a gay experiment and a curious guy wanting to know what a real man looks like. 

I felt him dive in and start to massage my butthole with his tongue. The warmth and wetness was brand new to me. I had never felt it in that area and I loved it. 

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. 

He just grunted in response, his face buried in between my cheeks and desperate to get his tongue deeper inside me as he gripped me harder. I reached back to grab his head and guide him deeper in. I wasn’t even sure if he could breathe. It seemed like he didn’t even care, as long as he received all the sweat and musk and masculine essence my body had to offer him.

When my dick reached an aching throb, I flipped over. It was a startled turn, a reflex that brought us face to face again, or rather his face to my cock. He exhaled, a quiet sound of relief more than anything else, like he was finally getting what he needed. His breath landed on my cock and balls, and the warmth felt good in the cool air of the room, sending a tingle up my body.

There was a brief, confusing moment of closeness. All he said was, “Fuck it’s so big.” 

I still wasn’t sure about it when I saw his male face down at my crotch, but I was sufficiently warmed up at this point, and my dick was ready for more warmth and wet tightness.

I let my dick control things, startled by my own reaction as I grabbed his head and shoved myself into his mouth. He fumbled for a second, naturally unsure how to receive a big slab of meat into his mouth. 

“Lick her off me,” I said.

But I didn’t even give him a chance to lick. I held his head in both my hands as I pressed into him until I felt a wall. His throat couldn’t fit my thick shaft, same as most girls, and he let out a gag immediately anyway. I rubbed myself against his tongue, feeling his warm velvet and giving him what he wanted. His saliva dripped down his chin as I worked myself in and out of him, staying on my side and holding his short, wavy hair in my grip, letting him know that I needed to control the pace of this.

His hands hovered, unsure where they belonged. 

I kept humping into his mouth, telling him to watch his teeth, and calling him a cuck. It was making it feel better for me somehow, as I kept framing it like it was about her, him getting a taste of her, about how this was as close as he’d ever get to getting pussy, about him being helpful to a real man and cleaning me up.

I told myself I was still in control, but to be honest, I don’t think I could've stopped myself any more than he could.

He licked and sucked me and I started to feel myself getting close.

“Fuck,” I muttered again between breaths. I looked down at his head as he squeezed his eyes shut, taking my cock obediently and straining as I pressed harder into the back of his throat with every thrust. I saw him reach down and grab himself, like the strain was too much and he just had to squeeze it for some relief. 

“Don’t touch yourself,” I said quickly, and his hand snapped back up to grip my hip again immediately. He was made for obedience, and I was taking full advantage of the dynamic. I held him down onto me, trying to find the right angle to get into his throat, with less respect than I normally gave a girl, since he seemed like he actually wanted it rough. When I finally pushed past the threshold of his throat, I reached a new level of nirvana. If I hadn’t cum already that night, I would’ve finished immediately. It was such a rush to penetrate a guy who looked up to me and thought of me as so superior. I kept thinking back to the way he watched me when I fucked his crush, to the words he said about how my dick is so big and I’m so superior, and how he “can see why she likes it.”

I had the time of my life as I stretched out his throat, pushing him to his limits. I almost forgot to let him breathe until I felt his grip on me loosen slightly, I stopped bouncing his face onto my crotch for a few seconds, listening to him suck in a strained breath and cough onto me, before I shoved it back in without warning. He braced and got ready for another session, and soon, before I even realized, I was over the edge.

I finished inside him, holding him down on me as I pulsed in his throat. He froze, looking overwhelmed, embarrassed and relieved all at the same time. It was an intense, shaking orgasm. He looked like he savored it in his mouth for a bit before swallowing. It took him a couple gulps before it all went down. I looked at his face curiously, wondering what must be going through his little cuck head.

“Did I do that wrong?” he asked quietly.

I shook my head. “It was great. Go to bed, cuck.”

He nodded immediately, like he’d been waiting for permission to retreat. As he stood, he glanced down once more at my body, almost reverently, then looked away.

“Night,” he said.

When the lights went out, I turned toward the wall again, heart still racing. Across the room, I could hear his breathing slightly pick up, as his sheets started to rustle against his hand.

As I drifted off to sleep, I told myself that was a one time thing, even though I knew it wasn’t.