My College Roommate Cuck 02

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Chapter 2: Boy Cuck

The next night, I invited her over again, as excited for Nick to be watching as I was to get my rocks off. He was out late at some Dungeons and Dragons meeting, so I literally waited until he got home at 11pm before I told her to come over. 

“She’s on her way over,” I said casually, just as he was getting settled. 

I watched his body perk up, excited for another show, watching me take his crush to pound town. She was crazy for my dick, and he was crazy about watching me work my magic. He got into bed and faced the wall as soon as she knocked on the door.

I went slower this time, leaning into her more heavily. I felt aware this was a repeat performance and I didn’t want to rush it. I enjoyed the sensation of being watched, and was curious why I liked it so much. I kept the lights dim, but I still knew exactly what Nick was doing without looking. I always did. Every clap against her body was really two sounds, one when it hit my ears, and one when it made Nick give himself another stroke down in his cuck bed.

I stayed focused on her outwardly, but my attention was really on Nick watching me. I tracked the smallest things from the other bed, every shift of his body, a pause in his breathing, the way the shape of his body under the blanket reacted when I changed positions with her. I didn’t turn my head. I could see enough from the corner of my eye, and the subtle sounds that only I would notice.

When I had her in missionary, I held her face so she could only look at me, but my attention was on the subtle movements across the room at Nick’s crotch. He was squinting his eyes in the dim light, and I grabbed her titty, squeezing hard, knowing it would make him squirm.

Being noticed without being addressed, being measured without being spoken to, made everything feel amplified and strange and hotter. I told myself it was just a situational thing, a college experiment, just proximity to something fun and new, just my ego inflating. But I had to admit, something extra special and new was happening, and I liked it.

I fucked her until I saw him do his little body-freeze a third time, the indication that he had cum yet again. I was exhausted from giving her a marathon sex session, and I stayed still afterward, letting the silence stretch a bit, ignoring whatever she was whispering to me as I fell asleep. 

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I woke up in the middle of the night with a big boner and the sharp urge to pee, the echo of a weird dream slipping away the second I opened my eyes. Her side of the bed was empty. The room felt used, quiet in that after-hours way, except for the brushing sound coming from the bathroom. My body was heavy from the gym earlier and from the long sex sesh before sleep, muscles warm and slow to respond. I stood there for a beat, orienting myself, then padded across the rug toward the bathroom without even thinking to grab my shorts.

The door was half open. Steam curled out from the sink running hot water, and the light was already on. Nick was in there brushing his teeth, thin and boyish in his boxers, shoulders relaxed like he’d had a fun night watching me. He was humming to himself, something light and almost cheerful. Hearing it made me pause at the threshold longer than necessary, aware of my own body being naked in the harsh, white light.

I stepped inside because the door was cracked, telling myself it didn’t mean anything, but I knew I was doing a bit of a power move by walking naked into the bathroom, my big dick swinging around openly. 

He froze. Not dramatically, just still. His body paused as he decided what to do next. It was the first time he had seen me naked in full lighting. His eyes dropped, looking at the pinnacle of masculinity between my legs, the length and girth of me, then snapped back up, looking guilty and confused at the same time. It was quick, but not quick enough. The look landed before I could pretend I hadn’t seen it. Something inside me answered immediately, a low, unwanted spark, like my body had recognized the attention. I felt some blood flow into my dick.

"You ok?" I said. My voice came out low and sleepy.

He swallowed hard and nodded, a quick, automatic answer like he hoped it would end the moment. He tried to play it off and started brushing again, but his hand shook enough that he almost dropped the toothbrush. He adjusted his stance, feet shifting on the tile.

That weird rush hit me again, the same mix of dominance and curiosity from when he watched me fuck, except there was no girl there now, and the feeling was more intense now. I leaned against the doorframe instead of stepping back, letting my weight settle there, taking up space. 

I didn’t say anything as I stretched my shoulders and rolled my neck, slowly and casually, like I was just waking up, feeling myself. The movement drew his attention even when he tried to focus on the mirror. I caught him staring out of the corner of his eye, then snapping his gaze away, then checking again a second later. He never even asked if I needed anything as I stood there, playing on my phone. 

I scratched my balls absentmindedly, and got an idea. I lifted my hand and brought my fingers close to his face. 

"You look like a little cuck right now," I said, teasing him. "Sniff this."

He froze again, but he leaned in. It stunned me how quick and instinctive it was, like his body moved on its own. He took in a big whiff. His eyes closed and fluttered for a beat, lashes brushing down, a small exhale leaving his nose. It looked like he liked it.

Something sparked sharply in my stomach. I wasn’t sure if I just liked the control, the joke going too far or what, but I didn’t pull back. My finger pressed into his upper lip, and he even opened his mouth a bit. I felt the warmth of his breath. The pause stretched for a beat. When I moved again, it was slow and almost accidental, just enough for my fingertips to brush his lips before I stopped, the contact brief but unmistakable.

He didn’t back away. He parted his lips just enough to let me in, his wet mouth warm against the tip of my finger. He held my gaze while I pressed lightly on his tongue, the contact tense and deliberate. The moment stretched further, his lips closing around my fingers. My body reacted, a quiet rush that made me painfully aware of how close we were standing. 

“That’s your crush’s pussy juice,” I said.

“Umhumm,” he muttered, blocked by my fingers in his mouth.

I felt a brief brush of warmth against my knuckles and my whole body reacted like a switch had been flipped. I pressed my fingers forward just a fraction of a knuckle, then stopped, holding there instead of pushing my luck. His breathing changed immediately, shallow and focused, shoulders tightening like he was bracing himself. 

He started to rub his tongue around my fingers in circles, like he was trying to get everything off of them.

When I pulled my hand back, he was already tenting hard in his underwear. His briefs showed the hard little protrusion of his shamefully small dick, and he seemed embarrassed about it. That look hit me deeper than I expected. I stared at him like I was a hunter. I felt powerful. I felt strong. I felt confused and turned on at the same time. He looked like he wanted to say something, so I pulled my fingers out of his mouth.

"Dude," he whispered, glancing down at my hardening cock. "Can I... can I suck the rest of her juice off you?"

I let out a short laugh and shook my head, more to buy myself time than because it was funny. The sound came out nonchalant, even as my pulse kicked up. 

"I’m not drunk enough for that," I said, glancing away like this was all still a joke I controlled. 

I met his eyes again, lowered my voice, and added lightly, "Are you gay?"

He paused, looking at me, then shrugged, still breathing heavily, watching me nervously. "I don’t think so. I just thought you’d like it."

"Not what he thinks," I said and nodded toward his hard-on.

He went quiet, and stepped closer to me. We were inches apart. I felt his breath on my chest as he looked up at me. It was noticeable when we were this close that he was several inches shorter than me. My heart started beating hard. His eyes flicked up to mine, waiting for permission.

I smiled down at him, chuckled lightly and gently guided his body out of my way as I approached the toilet behind him.

He slowly went back to brushing his teeth, unable to avoid staring at my cock as it stiffened up under the tense admiration. I pissed right in front of him, hiding nothing. It was an act of light dominance to not give a fuck if he looked, especially after he had just offered to literally blow me. 

The more he stared, the more I started to get physically excited. I was hard in seconds, making it difficult to get out the end of my stream of pee. When I was done, I stayed there, and couldn't help but rub myself slowly. 

He was still throbbing in his underwear, and his attention turned fully on me as I started rubbing away at my pole.

"I guess I've got another one left in me," I said, coaxing myself to full hardness. 

He had never seen my big dick hard in full lighting like this before, and I could tell he was getting hot and bothered. His little cuck mind was bouncing off the walls as he held himself through his underwear. He quietly rubbed his little stiffy as I stared down at my cock, sloshing the wetness back and forth, a mix of the girl's juices and my sweaty dick. I spit down on it for some lubrication.

"You sure you don't need any help?" he asked meekly.

"Just enjoy the show," I said, just before I busted and started spraying my load into the toilet. Of course, it went all over the place, and landed on the bowl, on the seat sticking up, on the back of it. I flushed, and wiped the rest of my goo off my dick, scooting Nick to the side with my hip to access the sink and wash my hands. 

"If you want some juices," I said coolly, watching him through the mirror, "Go ahead and lick some of that up."

I gestured to the toilet, with streaks of my jizz around it. I saw his pale face turn bright red. It was almost cute in a way. As I dried my hands, I watched him slowly approach the toilet, get down on his knees, and lean forward. He closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. 

Just as he was an inch away from touching a glob of my jizz on the porcelain, I shouted, "Wait! Don't! I was kidding dude!" 

But he didn't stop. He licked it, and got that warm whiteness into his mouth. He looked at me and swallowed, a bizarre look on his face. The face of someone who had found a new depth of depravity and was letting it sink in. His boner twitched in his underwear, and my mouth fell open in shock.

"Jesus fucking christ," I muttered. "You'll really do anything."

He just nodded, eyes zoned out a bit. It was as bizarre as it was strangely arousing. Well that’s a new discovery.