It was undeniable, my college roommate was one of the most attractive men I’d ever laid my eyes on.
When we were paired at the start of my sophomore year, I was worried. My roommate was a college jock on a full-ride scholarship, and he only went to college because it’s what he was supposed to do if he planned to become a professional player. I only received a little bit of financial assistance, and was trying to work towards becoming an engineer, having grown up in a poor family I was determined to do better for myself.
The first few weeks we roomed together, I’d find myself staring at him, and more specifically at his ass. I guess when your main focus is being the best football player you can be, your body is bound to be in incredible shape. It was odd though, considering I’d never been an “ass man,” and was a total bottom when it came to sex. After the first month passed, he’d started being more comfortable in the dorm and would walk around in only his underwear, either a jockstrap or compression shorts. Both of them accenting his ass and his bulge, some days I swear I was salivating at the sight of him. However, we didn’t really talk to one another much, there was this unspoken agreement that we were nothing more than roommates because of decisions we didn’t get a say in.
Around the time mid-terms started to roll around, I would stay up all hours of the night studying while he’d either be out partying, practicing, or fucking. What I didn’t expect was that we would both be gay, but more than once I’d overhear him on the phone talking about his latest conquest, how the twink or daddy didn’t stand a chance at resisting him and his charm. Not that I was keeping track, but just from what I’d heard or what he’d told me in passing, he was getting laid 3 or 4 times each week, AT LEAST.
One Sunday afternoon, I was sitting at my desk, headphones in my ears drowning out the noises of dorm life while I had my nose buried in a textbook trying to get formulas and theories to stick, yet the more I read the more it felt like they simply leaked from my mind. While I studied, my roommate was laid out on his bed, on his stomach, his ass exposed while he scrolled on his phone.
“Lucky fucking jerk,” I thought to myself, hating that I knew I’d have to study until my mind was numb while he was able to coast by in his classes.
As I kept trying to study, it felt like they air started to change in the dorm. For one, I could suddenly smell my roommate more than I’d smelt him before, even after his longest and sweatiest practices. It’s like he was right next to me, but when I glanced over, he was still there, scrolling, ignoring me. Then the air around me started to feel warmer than it did, but neither of us had changed the thermostat in the dorm room we shared.
Between the scent of his musk in the air and the heat, I couldn’t concentrate. I decided to take my shirt off, hoping maybe I could at least cool down and focus a little bit better on the task at hand. As I stripped off my shirt, I remained just a background object to my roomie, and I stayed just as warm, if not warmer, and it was as if his musk had gotten even more potent. I could feel his musk or something start to wrap itself around my mind, keeping me from focusing on my books.
As I fought the urge to stop studying, I somehow ended up stripped down to nothing but my socks, studying almost completely naked. I’d never been naked in front of my roommate before, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.
Staring at my laptop screen, I found myself mindlessly staring at what might as well have been nothing, my left hand going to my cock and mindlessly playing with myself. Suddenly, the mindless source of pleasure became fueled by thoughts of what my roommates ass must taste like, how it would feel to bury my face between his cheeks and worship him. I glanced over at him, playing with myself, and noticed he’d started sweating and had a sheen of sweat across his body.
I stood from my desk, and felt my feet walking me towards my roommates bed, staring at his ass, mindlessly playing with my hard cock as I kept imagining what it would be like. Just one taste. That’s all. I’d let him report me to the dean, I’d let him beat the shit out of me if he wanted, I just needed one taste of him.
I stood at the edge of his bed, his musk hanging so thick in the air I couldn’t think of anything other than him.
“If you do what you’re thinking, there’s no coming back from it, at least not for you. Make sure it’s exactly what you want.” My roommate broke the silence, keeping his eyes on his phone.
I was caught off guard by his words, by his permission. Of course that’s what I wanted, I wanted one taste, that’s all. Hell, I didn’t even know what he meant by “no coming back from it,” but I hoped it meant that I’d get to make out with his sweaty and musky hole every single day for the rest of the semester, and if I was lucky it’d be the rest of the school year.
I knelt at the foot of his bed, his ass easily reachable, I took one cheek in each of my hands, and slowly parted them. I could feel the muscle beneath the thin layer of fat, and his musk intensified even more as his hole was exposed to the air around us. I felt my skin flush red with anticipation, my cock throbbing and dripping precum as I lowered my face between his cheeks.
My lips kissed the outside of each cheek, working my way closer and closer to his hole. Eventually, my lips brushed against his hole, and I started to kiss it. I didn’t kiss it because I wanted to eat him out, I was doing this because I needed to literally kiss his ass, to lower myself in relation to him, and what better way to do that than to kiss his actual asshole? As I started to make out with his hole, i flicked my tongue against his hole, tasting the sweet and earthy taste of a college jock who hadn’t showered since yesterday. Without thinking, I started to lick and devour his hole, moaning and grinding against his mattress.
After a couple of minutes, I tried to pull myself away to take a full breath of air, but found my lips almost glued to his hole, and they were being pulled towards him. Suddenly, his hole opened, slowly forcing my face into it. As my face entered his hole, it started to swallow my head, pressing me further into his ass and leaving me in a warm, wet, dark space. I was struck with fear, terror at what was happening, but I couldn’t stop being horny either. The more his ass swallowed my body, the hornier I got, slowly drowning out the fear. His hole swallowed my shoulders, then I could feel him working down my torso, and then a sudden wave of pleasure as my erect cock was forced into his hole.
As he swallowed my cock with his ass, the pleasure became unbearable as I shot load after load of cum, coating his insides, causing me to slide further into him with ease.
That’s when it happened, when I stopped being so horny and realized he was somehow eating me with his hole! What the fuck!
I started to try and yell, to scream, to punch my way out but I only found his insides squeezing me tighter and tighter, muffling my words, pulling me further into him. Eventually, I felt his hands on the soles of my feet as he shoved them into his hole.
“Heh, told you that you won’t be able to come back from it if you did it. Don’t worry, it’s not permanent, yet.” I heard my roommate’s words as they reverberated through him. Suddenly, I felt us both rolling over and he laid on his back, and I felt myself getting pulled somewhere.
Without much thinking, I knew exactly what was happening. His prostate was starting to throb and I felt myself being pulled towards his balls, and I got dropped into a pool of white and sticky fluid, his cum. As he started to jerk off, I felt his balls tighten, and the fluid around my sloshing about as his balls bounced.
“Fuck man, you feel so good being in me. Once I shoot my load, you’re never going to be who you were. What part of you doesn’t shoot out of me as a load of hot cum will be turned into size for my ass and my cock. How’s that sound? Not like I care, neither of us have a choice. This is just the way it is.” My roommate said as he was stroking with more eagerness to cum.
As much as I wanted to beg to be released and let back out and be who I was, the winning desire in my mind was the need for him to make me a part of him forever. What better life is there than the life of being used exactly as a predator wants for his own body?
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