Summary:
Tyler returns to his apartment after spending the night with Jake and is confronted by his roommate Brandon. Brandon accuses him of being a tease and confronts him about a used condom left on the coffee table. The tension builds as Brandon questions what Tyler did with the condom and reveals his frustration over Tyler’s behavior around the apartment. The encounter escalates quickly into a sexual confrontation that leaves Tyler shaken and uncertain about what comes next.
Here is your Story: My Roommate Caught Me Eating His Load
Not gonna lie, after last night it hurt to walk. My ass still throbbed from Jake’s massive cock stretching me open again and again. One single thought kept bouncing around in my brain as I shuffled along the sidewalk. Jake said he liked my dick. What the fuck is up with that? Of all the things that haven’t made any sense so far, boys, that’s literally the craziest. Like, why would a man with the world’s most perfect cock be into my tiny, shriveled, poor excuse for a phallus? Maybe he was just being polite. Maybe he was just being nice to me. Yeah, I reckon that’s what it was. He made me cum in his hand last night. Not once, but twice. Just from touching me. Nobody had ever made me feel like that before. I didn’t even think it was possible to feel like that. I felt warm. I felt accepted. I felt… I felt… I stopped walking. For a moment, all I could do was stand still and look at the clear blue sky. Although I can locate the feelings inside me, I don’t think I can find the words to describe them to you. Anyway, I had a lecture to think about. I desperately hoped Brandon wouldn’t be home when I got back. All I wanted to do was collect my shit for college and leave again. I turned the key in the lock and closed the door behind me as quietly as possible.
“Hey, cunt.”
Shit. He’s here.
Explaining the Word
OK, time out, boys. I need to explain something. Some of you probably already know this, but some of you might not, so before we go any further I quickly wanna make sure we’re all on the same page. In Australia, the word “cunt” carries multiple possible meanings. I’m majoring in English literature. Don’t worry, you’re in good hands right now. Let me sketch out some examples, but keep in mind that these are merely illustratives that don’t pretend to cover the full extent of this most versatile of words.
“How’s it goin’, cunt?” This is a standard greeting between two close, and almost exclusively hetero, male friends in an informal setting, perhaps at a pub or at a sporting fixture. In this context, think of “cunt” as a deeper, more connected, more intimate version of “mate,” another word equally steeped in the Aussie vernacular. If you ever visit the great southern land, you’re likely to hear “cunt” being used like this right across the continent.
“Yeah, he’s not a bad cunt.” This is a positive character reference. You’ll often hear this said by a male friend to another male friend, referring to a third male friend, vouching for their genuineness, authenticity, and trustworthiness. This is one of the nicest things that can ever be said about you when you’re not around to hear it.
“Oi, back the fuck up, cunt!” This, and variations on the theme, is a clear warning or threat, perhaps indicating someone has crossed a line with someone else. Physical violence may ensue if an alternative course of action isn’t quickly taken.
“Cheers, cunt!” This is a gesture of gratitude.
“That cunt’s a fuckin’ shit cunt.” Yeah, nah, this isn’t good. Whenever you hear this, you know the subject of the clause has got some dark shit coming to him. Dog cunt is as equally bad as shit cunt.
“Fully sick, ya mad cunt!” This is often said in appreciation of someone’s skill, ability, or luck. Mad cunt or sick cunt is the opposite of dog cunt or shit cunt.
And in addition to all of this, you already know I think of my butthole as my cunt. But I digress.
“Hey.” Brandon stepped into the room and into my line of sight. “We need to talk, cunt. You an’ me.”
I wasn’t sure how to interpret his use of the word. He didn’t look happy, but at least he didn’t call me a dog cunt. Or a shit cunt. Either would’ve been bad. His blonde emo fringe hung in front of his bright green eyes. I noticed he’d painted his fingernails black. His face was a scowl.
“Dude, I’m in a hurry,” I pleaded. “Like, I’ve got class in a few minutes. I was out last night, and I’ve come back just to grab my laptop and notes.” I checked my phone. Half past eight. “My lecture starts at nine and I wanna grab a coffee on the way. And I haven’t had breakfast yet.” Plus, I can’t walk very fast this morning.
Brandon stormed to his bedroom and slammed the door shut behind him. I recoiled in shock. I grabbed my shit and hotfooted it out of there. I forgot to change. I went to college wearing last night’s clothes.
Lunch With Megan
After my lecture, I had lunch with Megan. I told her all about last night. I showed her the photo Jake sent me yesterday afternoon when he summoned me to his crib on the other side of campus. She gasped. Yeah, bitch, I know. He’s fucking huge.
“I spent the night with him,” I explained, “but I didn’t know what to expect when he invited me over. I’ve never been the subject of a booty call before.”
Megan’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “You didn’t know what to expect when he invited you over.”
“Yeah.”
“Right.”
I wasn’t sure what she was driving at right now. “This guy sends you a pic of his enormous cock, followed by his address, then says ‘I could use some company.'”
“Yeah. That’s what happened.”
“And you didn’t know what to expect when you got there,” she deadpanned.
“Yeah. Right.”
She looked perplexed. “Wait,” I explained, “like, I’m a volunteer for the basketball team, and I wondered if maybe he wanted to talk to me about something else.”
“Something else?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, that probably explains why he sent you an image of his dick.”
“Huh?”
“OK,” Megan summarised, “let me quickly rewind for a sec.” A cheeky smile creased her face. “So you’re telling me you wondered if he might ask for your opinion on whether the seats in the basketball gym should be white or blue or yellow, but as a precursor to that all-important conversation that simply couldn’t wait, he sends you a dick pic. And you weren’t sure what might happen when you arrived.”
I shrugged. I wasn’t sure what to say. She burst out laughing.
“Fuck me dead,” she said. “I’ve never met anyone as clueless as you.” Her hand reached out across the table to touch mine. It all seemed so obvious in hindsight.
“Yeah, maybe.” I cracked an embarrassed smile.
“So he fucked you last night, bae?”
“Well, yeah,” I said, like getting ruined by a fat BBC was the most natural thing in the world, “but here’s the weird thing. Like, first up, he asked me to wear my hair in pigtails again, so that’s easy, but… oh, and I wore a pair of tights under my pants…”
“Wait, you didn’t wear your hotpants?” she asked, interrupting my train of thought.
“Well, no, because like I said before, I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”
“Right, of course,” she nodded earnestly. “Just in case he wanted to talk about what new tunes the brass band could play at quarter-time. Like, it would’ve been totally inappropriate to wear a pair of tight, sexy shorts to a serious conversation like that.”
“Right!” I agreed. Well, that was totally the way I was thinking yesterday afternoon.
“Anyway, so here’s the weird bit.” She leaned forward.
“OK, so you already know he’s got a massive cock.”
“Yeah, you just showed me on your phone. Like, I just saw it.” I squirmed a little. “And… like… you know mine’s… well, it’s pretty small.”
She waited quietly for me to continue, not commenting.
“Anyway, he… so, like… he told me he liked my dick.”
She looked a little bit puzzled.
“Yeah, I know,” I said, trying to read my bestie’s facial expression. “It doesn’t make any sense to me either.” I paused for a second. “But not only that,” I continued, “he made me cum in his hand.”
Megan said nothing.
“Twice.”
Instantly, Megan’s face began to flush. “His hands are so fucking sexy, Ryles. Like, his fingers are thick and heavy, and the back of his hands are covered in tatts, and…” One of my bestie’s hands fell under the surface of the table. “We had a couple of beers in his living room, and we talked a lot about basketball, but after a while, he sat on the couch next to me, picked me up in his arms, and took me to bed. He pulled my pants down, discovering my tights. I felt his big, thick fingers lifting the elastic waistband, diving down to touch my balls, and… and… like… I came all over his hand. I… I couldn’t help it.”
“Oh my fucking god,” she seethed. Both of her hands were submerged now.
“And then he’s fucking me, and like, he’s so big inside me it feels like I’m being cut in half. I’m looking up at him submissively, begging him to spit in my mouth again, and he kisses me, and I nibble on his lip, and our tongues collide, and the feeling of his warm tongue in my mouth makes my pussy twitch, and then… like… as he busts inside me, I feel his warmth spreading inside my guts, and…”
“nnnnnnggggghhhhhhhh……………..”
“…and I feel his hand on my little boiclitty again, and I fucking lose my shit all over again. Like, he made me dribble all over his fingertips, and I couldn’t stop moaning.”
Megan’s bright red face was all scrunched up. She pushed her chair back and bolted to the bathroom. While she was gone, I finished the rest of my lunch. After a few minutes, she returned to the table. My bestie did her level best to project an aura of calmness, but her flushed face betrayed her. She pressed down her dress, eradicating imaginary crinkles and wrinkles in the fabric, before resuming her seat. She looked across the table at me as if absolutely nothing had happened, but I knew better. Megan probably squirted all over the back of a cubicle door. I wondered what noises she made in there. She took a deep breath, trying to settle herself.
“What about your roommate?” she asked. “You told me yesterday about the condom he left on the coffee table?” In a vague attempt to look slightly less dishevelled, she pushed her hair behind her ears.
I gulped. “Yeah. Fuck. I forgot about that. Anyway, he was home when I came back this morning from Jake’s apartment. He seemed upset, and a little bit confrontational, like he was spoiling for an argument about something, or maybe even a fight. He said we needed to talk, but I was only there to get my stuff for my lecture this morning.”
She paused for a second, thinking. “You reckon he’ll be there when you finish up at college today?”
“Dunno.” Some things could never be escaped, merely deferred. “I can’t avoid him forever, can I?”
Megan’s face looked sympathetic.
“I’ve got a shift at the café tonight,” I explained, “so I won’t be back home until late. And to be honest, I hope he’s out, because I really need a good night’s sleep tonight. After last night, today and my shift, I reckon I could probably hibernate all weekend.”
Her caring fingers reached across the table. “Sleep is the best thing ever.”
“Amen to that,” I grinned. I wished I could curl up for a nap right now, but I had one more class to attend this afternoon.
“Text me later, bae,” she said, making the universal gesture of two thumbs going berserk.
“100%,” I nodded.
We stood to leave.
“Love you,” she whispered into my ear. She held me close and pressed her juicy tits into my chest.
I returned serve. “Love you too, bitch.”
“I’m so jealous of your sex life right now.”
I broke the embrace and pushed back, looking quizzically into her face. “Huh? What?”
“Listen, bae, look at it from my perspective. You’ve got an athlete in the prime of his life inviting you over to his apartment so he can wreck you with his footlong; he compliments you on your own size, something you’d never thought would ever happen; and you’ve got a roomie whose jizz apparently tastes like clouds.”
I tried to make it all sink in. “Is it any wonder every time we meet up for lunch or a drink, I need to… y’know…”
“Get yourself off?” I smirked.
“Yeah. Exactly that, bae. I pity the chick who uses the cubicle I was just in. I sprayed everywhere. And, like, every time you tell me about any of this insane shit you’ve been getting up to lately, I need to fap. Like, there’ve been nights I’ve been lying in bed lately, staring at the ceiling, ready for sleep, but my mind won’t slow down, because I’m thinking ‘I wonder what Tyler’s up to right now’, and like sometimes I imagine you lying in your own bed fucking yourself to porn with that massive black toy we bought on Oxford Street, or you’re pickin’ up towels in the locker room hoisting your sweet pussy in the air to tease the shit out of this Jake dude, or you’re eating the contents of stray rubbers that your roomie’s leaving around your flat for you to find like you’re on an Easter egg hunt, or… or… like…”
I wasn’t sure how to reply. I half-expected her to make another dash to the bathroom, but she managed to keep an even keel.
“Anyway, let me know how it all goes tonight.” I can’t lie; I felt a little bit nervous.
“OK.”
“I’m staying in tonight, so like, if shit feels ugly and you wanna swing by after you’re done at the café, like, no pressure… I mean, if you just wanna hang out with me, we can watch a movie, open a bottle of wine… like, whatever… and maybe we could climb into bed, and we could… or maybe, like… umm… I could…”
A single tear rolled down my cheek. She was really looking out for me. “Thanks, Megan. I really appreciate that.”
She kissed me on the lips, running her fingertips through my hair. “See ya, bae.”
I attended my last class of the week, focusing hard. My final essays for the semester will be due soon. I rocked up at the café for dinner service. I scored a free feed midway through my shift, and once I was done, I swung past the bottle shop next door. I bought a chilled bottle of Kiwi sauvignon blanc to take home.
I could tell my roommate was home well before I turned my key in the door. I could hear his amplified guitar from the next suburb. I stopped walking. If I needed any kind of warning, any kind of heads-up that I had a choice tonight, this was it. I remembered my bestie’s offer, and I thought about what we’d do if I turned around and knocked on her door. We’d crack open the bottle of white wine in my backpack, we’d talk, we’d laugh, we’d listen to some music or watch a movie, and then, just before sleep, she’d fuck the shit out of me with her massive black dildo. That’d be bliss. Or I could sneak into the shower and climb into bed, hoping Brandon didn’t hear me over his tuneless racket. I felt tired, but I knew there was no way I could sleep while my roommate was cranking out his amateur punk riffs. I knew I couldn’t avoid this shit forever. I probably wasn’t in the right frame of mind right now, but… I don’t think he heard the front door open. I dumped my stuff in my room, grabbed my night clothes, and headed to the bathroom. I took my time in the shower. I couldn’t hear his guitar so much as I could feel it. It rumbled through the foundations. Other students were living in rooms adjacent to us; the noise must’ve been intolerable. Brandon’s playing his guitar because he’s angry. I knew that. I wondered if I’d made the right choice by coming home.
Just as I turned the water off, the noise stopped. He knew I was here. I dried myself off and got dressed. My hair was damp; I wrapped a spare towel around my head. I opened the bathroom door. Steam escaped as I tiptoed to my room. The cold bottle of wine was still in my backpack. All I wanted to do was to drink it in my room, watching a movie on my laptop before winding down to sleep. I felt thirsty. I headed to the kitchen in search of water.
“Hey, cunt.” Brandon had materialised, reclining on the couch. His feet, ankles crossed, were planted in the middle of the coffee table, right on the spot where I found his soiled rubber. The TV was off. Shit. Everything felt eerily quiet.
“Hey,” I squeaked. My bare feet felt like they were full of lead.
“We need to talk.”
My mouth felt dry. “Yeah,” I replied. “I remember you said that this morning.” I paused for a second. “OK, so what’s up?”
He sighed frustratedly, as if something had pushed him too far. “I’m sick and tired of your fuckin’ shit, Tyler.”
Not gonna lie, that threw me. “Huh? What shit of mine are you tired of?”
“I’m tired of you walkin’ around the place all the time like a slutty fuckin’ cock tease.” He uncrossed and recrossed his ankles, presumably trying to project dominance.
Slutty cock tease? Right now, I was wearing a nondescript T-shirt from K-mart, a pair of grey cotton shorts from the poverty section at Big W, and a pair of plain white tennis socks. Plus, the bath towel wrapped around my head. The tights I wore to Jake’s crib last night were scrunched up in my backpack. If I was wearing them now, he might have had a point, but, like seriously, come on.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yeah, you do,” he sneered. He flicked his blonde fringe away from his eyes.
I genuinely wasn’t sure what to say.
“OK, so you’re gonna tell me you don’t know what the fuck I’m referrin’ to, are ya?”
I gulped. “Those tight fuckin’ shorts you wear.” I think I knew what he meant, my blue hotpants. “They aren’t meant for you.”
“Bullshit, Tyler,” he spat. “You’ve worn ’em around the house. You wore ’em the night you sucked my dick.”
OK, that was true. I waited for him to continue.
“Plus, there’s the way you’ve started tyin’ your hair up in a pair of pigtails.” He paused for a second. “I mean, dude, I get that you’re tryin’ to look all sweet an’ innocent an’ pure, but when you wear your hair like that, it makes you look like a high school slut.”
I’m gonna take that as a compliment. I wondered how much sex Brandon got in high school. Probably not much, and maybe even none. I wondered whether he was one of the unlucky ones who spent most nights lying in bed, fucking his handpussy in the dark, thinking about the alpha girls in his class who put out on the regular for the boys on the football team, but never for him. Beneath his blustery bravado, I thought he seemed incredibly insecure. I wondered if he was still a virgin when he graduated. Like I was.
I didn’t move.
“An’… like I said… I’m fuckin’ sick of it.”
“OK. So do you wanna move out?”
His eyes bugged wide in surprise. Apparently, this wasn’t the course of action he had in mind. “Wait a sec. Why the fuck should I be the one that moves out? You’re the cunt who’s out of line here, mate, not me.”
I replied in a low, measured tone. “Because you’re the one that suddenly seems to have a problem with our living arrangement, but I never hear you complaining about me always being the one who keeps our shared bathroom and kitchen clean, or that I’m always the one who takes out the garbage.” I think he knew I had a point. Another roommate might expect him to pull more weight. “And I don’t hear you complaining about me tidying up the coffee table either.”
Shit went into hyperdrive. He knew exactly what I meant.
“See, this is what I mean by you being a fuckin’ cock tease.”
There’s a lot to unpack right there.
“How am I being a cock tease by throwing away your used rubbers? And by the way, Brandon, like, that was pretty fucking gross. I mean, you can’t just leave shit like that lying around. Cum into a sock, or maybe wipe it up with tissues, like everyone else does.” Thinking about his sperm in my mouth made my tongue tingle. I couldn’t deny it.
“What did you do with it?” he taunted. “Did you throw it out, or did you… did you do something else with it first?”
The corner of my tongue darted out of my mouth. I couldn’t help it.
He leered at me. “You fuckin’ ate it, didn’t ya?”
I said nothing.
“You ate my fuckin’ load, didn’t ya?”
My facial expression betrayed me.
“What a slutty cumwhore,” he breathed.
I suppressed a whimper.
“You tipped your head back and swallowed it all, didn’t ya?” He paused for a second. “You’re so fuckin’ disgusting.”
I’m so busted right now.
“Bet you swallowed every last fuckin’ drop, too, didn’t ya? Did ya turn it inside out so you could make sure you got it all?”
Brandon stood up fast, his cock already hard and pushing against his jeans. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me close. “On your knees, slut,” he growled. I dropped fast, mouth open, tasting his precum as he shoved his dick past my lips. He fucked my throat hard while his fingers found my ass, pushing inside my slick cunt. “You want this load straight from the source?” he hissed. I moaned around his shaft, sucking harder. He came deep, cum flooding my throat, and I swallowed every drop just like he demanded. My own dick throbbed untouched until his rough hand wrapped around it. One stroke and I exploded, cum splashing his fingers while he laughed low and dirty. “Good fucking boy.”
