In This Together

(Part 2 of A New Reality)

I’d cum inside my gay roommate’s ass for the third time that day when I started to feel bad about it. Not that I wasn’t enjoying myself – I was, big time, which was maybe the problem.  

“I don’t want to wear you out,” I said that night as I helped him make dinner in our underwear (we’d gotten pretty comfortable with one another, which will happen when you start banging your roommate).

“Dude, I came just as much as you have today,” Travis said.  

“I know but you’re always the one, you know, taking it,” I said. He shrugged.

“I like it,” he said, dipping his finger in the sauce he was making and licking it off. “I’ve never been a huge bottom but something about getting fucked by my straight roommate is doing it for me.”  

Am I straight, though, really? I thought. Two months ago I never would have questioned it. I’d had a steady girlfriend who I fucked on the regular. But the pandemic had changed a lot of things. I’d had to adjust to a new reality, and part of that was regularly sliding my dick into a guy.

But not just any guy: my buddy, my roommate. I think that was what made it okay – I felt comfortable with him. And I'm secure enough to admit that he was a sexy dude: fit, smooth, great ass. Plus I was fucking him raw – no condom – which I’d never been able to do with any girlfriend, ever. Which was hot as fuck - the feel of no barrier between us, holding it deep in him and just unloading my balls. Maybe it wasn’t the best practice but neither of us were fucking other people – or interacting with other people, for that matter. We were, socially and sexually, monogamous.

I could get rough with him in ways I’d never been able to with girls. He loved it when I treated him like a piece of meat, a fuck toy for me to use to get off. So I would bend him over whenever I got the urge with not much regard for how he was feeling. One night I literally fucked the cum out of him – pounded him so hard that he came without even touching himself. So I knew he was getting off on it, too.

But there were times when I saw him stroking his hard dick while I railed his ass and I thought: he’s a man. He should get the joy of sticking that cock in somewhere tight and hot. But I didn’t think I could suck his dick. It was just a mental block thing – having a dick in my mouth.  

Girls have always told me I’ve got a great ass. More than twice I’ve heard it’s an ass you could bounce quarters off of, whatever that means. I guess it’s kinda big, and pretty muscular – hairy, but not super hairy, but just round and firm, a bubble butt that sticks out from my back like a shelf. I’d had girlfriends play with my butt a bit and it had always felt good. And my roommate, he’d started eating me out pretty regularly and sometimes sticking a finger up there and it always got me off big time. I started to think: I could do a good thing by letting my roommate fuck me in the ass. 

I thought about it that night, alone in my bed. I started jacking off and then I got my finger wet and brought my legs up to my chest and touched it to my hole, then just pushed it in. I got one finger in and was working on a second one...and then I came all over myself. 

So I was like, “I can do this.” I decided to surprise him with it, so that morning I got up extra early. I took a dump and a long shower and I was going to crawl into his bed naked but then I got an idea. I went into my closet and put on one of my jockstraps that I still had from high school football. Then I crept into his room and got in his bed.  

“Morning,” he said, giving me a sleepy, horny smile and rubbing my hairy chest. His eyes got real wide when he saw the jockstrap. “Fuck yeah,” he said, and got down to nuzzle his face on the pouch and suck on my dick through it. But when he went to take my dick out I stopped him.

“Eat my ass,” I said, and flipped over.  

“Damn,” he said, his voice all awe as I got on all fours and spread my ass out in the jock. He worked his way up to putting his tongue in my hole, licking all over my thighs and my cheeks, trailing his tongue down my crack. Finally he slid his tongue inside me. I moaned so loud. He was really going for it and I was pushing my ass back into his face. I reached back until I felt his dick and started pulling on it. Which, I’m ashamed to say, I’d never really touched his cock before.

I’m sure I must have been a sight: this big, strapping straight dude, wide back and firm hairy butt all spread out.  

“I want you to fuck me, man,” I said, still stroking his cock which was totally hard.

“Are you sure?” he said.

“Definitely,” I said, though I really wasn’t and he could tell, and there was this awkward moment where I braced myself, expecting him to just shove it in. But Travis was more sensitive than that. “Hm," he said. "Why don’t you sit on it first?" 

He got on his back. I lubed up my ass and then I lubed up his cock and then I got up over him and aimed his dick at my asshole. I started sitting on it and it fucking hurt like hell! But I looked down at Travis and his eyes were rolling back in his head. So I tried to start moving on it and he was like, “Oh fuck I’m cumming.”

“Really?” I said, but he was already losing it, and he held my hips tightly so I couldn’t get off him as his cock swelled and bust into me. As he shot I managed to get the rest of his cock in me, all the way down to the root, and then, only then, did it start to feel kinda different. Not good, but not bad, either.   

“Sorry man,” he said once he’d shot and slid out of me. “I didn’t mean to cum that fast. It was just too hot getting my dick in you,” he said. 

"Thanks man, that's flattering," I said.

As much as it hurt I was determined to do right by my roommate. I fucked him a couple times that day, and that night I showered again and got into bed with him. He went down on me and started eating my ass again and I was going crazy with how good it felt. And there was this feeling of debauchery: the two of us totally naked and down to get fucked in the ass.  

I wound up fucking him first. He was sitting on my face and sucking my dick and then he just spun around and sat down on it. He pulled a little bottle out from under his pillow – poppers; I’d heard of them before.  

“These make it feel really good when you get fucked,” he said, and took a big whiff of them and then was just as horny as I’d ever seen him, looking into my eyes and impaling himself on my dick – totally and completely into my dick and into me. And no, we’d never kissed – but in that moment I got my face real close to his and he got his face real close to mine. We almost kissed. But it didn’t happen.

I did what I love to do, which is flip him on all fours, kick his knees apart and stuff my hog into his hole. And it felt fucking great, as sweet as the sweetest ass I’d ever fucked. I got myself close a few times and then I knew it was my turn.  

“Straddle me again,” he said, so I did and sat down on it and it was still fucking painful. But I kept going because I was determined and when I got all the way down I was panting.

“Try these,” Travis said, passing the poppers to me. So I sniffed that noxious shit, and a few moments later I was feeling his dick in me and it felt good - no, great. I tried taking more of him into me and I realized there wasn't any more to take. But I wanted more, so I started bouncing on his dick and then I was really moaning and my eyes were rolling back in my head because it felt so fucking good. That inhalant makes you so horny – you lose all inhibition. I was staring my roommate dead in the eyes, totally aware that his raw cock was fucking me in the ass and that mine had just been in him. Aware that we were fucking multiple times a day and going to the grocery store together and sharing finances and talking to each other’s families on Zoom and it was almost a little like…

“I love your cock in me,” I said, head rushing with the poppers.

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “I love my cock in you, too.”

“Oh fuck, buddy,” I said, looking straight into his eyes, riding his dick and thinking: his cock feels so good in me. I could get used to this. And I was imagining him fucking me in all sorts of situations and remembering how good it felt to have his load in me earlier and how I was gonna fuck a load in his ass probably in the next hour or less and then another a few hours after that.

“I love it,” I said. And then: “I love you.” 

I have no idea where it came from.  

“Oh shit,” Travis said. "Oh fuck!" He was staring in my eyes and I felt his cock start to pulse and cum inside me. I knew, crazy as it sounds, that what I’d said had made him cum. “I love you too, man," he said.

Suddenly I was cumming – I hadn’t even been touching my dick. And it’s this towering prick and it was spurting like a fountain all over him.   

“I'm in love with you dude," I said, staring right at him. 

“I’m in love with you, too,” he said.

"Holy shit!” I said, my dick still pulsing in the air, cum flying out of it. Each time I shot my ass would clench around his dick and it was just...so intense.  

And then everything – orgasm, poppers, boners – started to wear off. I got off his dick and collapsed next to him.

The first thing he said, once we'd caught our breath, was, “I don’t think I’m really in love with you.”

And I was like, “Right,” and we laughed. "I don't know where that came from."

"It was hot as fuck," he said. "I've done it before with other guys. Kinda played with intimacy."

"Yeah," I said. I guess that was what we were doing: playing with intimacy. It was almost like the more we pushed the boundaries the hotter it got. I thought: I just told my roommate I love him while he fucked me in the ass. It was too fucking crazy - but what wasn't, those days?