Pocket Pussy With a Pulse (Pt 1)

Hi, friends. I almost took this week off cause I just came down with a cold and I feel like crud. But I've been working on a few things this past week and one of them is the first part of this story which I think is pretty solid. Hope you dig!

My cock moved as soon as I saw the text: “You up?” It was my roommate, Jake.  

I’d been lying awake for a while, scrolling through my phone, waiting in anticipation for him to hit me up. Finally I’d started to get dressed out of frustration, but he must have heard me moving around in my room.  

Heart racing, I scrambled to text him back: “Yeah,” I said, and put my hand down my underwear to feel my growing cock. Those three dots appeared on the screen, blinking as he composed his next message. I ran my fingers underneath my smooth balls and flirted with the edge my hole. Those dots seemed to blink forever.  

Finally a text came through: “I want to fuck,” he said. My cock was fully hard, now. But hadn’t there been a moment, last week, when I’d told myself I wouldn’t do this anymore? That it was demeaning, dehumanizing? At the very least it seems like bad karma to have sex with someone who can’t even look at you, who never says a word to you in person even though you share an apartment.  

But in that respect, our fucking is an improvement. We got matched up randomly by a website for people who needed off-campus housing and waited until the last minute to find it. If he’s ever looked me in the eyes I can’t remember it, and we always keep to our own bedrooms. At first I took offense to it, but now I know that’s just who he is. I saw him at a party once and he was doing the same thing to his friends. He’s awkward.

Which is crazy because he’s so good looking. I mean, his face is pretty normal – handsome enough. But his body is incredible. He spends all of his time alone at the gym and it shows. His chest, arms, and legs are massive, and most of him is covered in dark hair that swirls around his pecs and abs.

He never had friends over. But then, late one Friday night a week or so after we’d moved in, I heard the giggle of a female voice coming from the hall as they made their way to his room. Then, the distinct sounds of boning. It was a relief, honestly, to know he was at least human and not a serial killer.  

And he surprised me again the next morning when he texted me early.

“You up?” he said. I told him I was. “Hope I didn’t keep you awake last night lol,” he said. His casual tone was out of nowhere. Granted, text had been our main mode of communication up until then, but it was always minimal. I’d never seen the dude laugh – and I still hadn’t, but at least now he was giving me the indication that knew what laughter was.  

“It’s cool...” I started to text back, but then spent a good four minutes debating how to address him. Dude? Bro? “It’s cool man,” I texted. Then I got bold. “Hope it was fun,” I said. And figured that was the end of it, but then I saw those blinking dots.

“I’m just bummed she left, I could've gone another round,” he said. I didn’t know how to respond, bewildered at this casual intimacy. But then those blinking dots appeared. Then they disappeared. Then they appeared again.

“Are you gay?” he said. This was the most confusing thing yet. I’m pretty obviously gay. We’d even friended each other on social media. It was such a faux-naive question that it scared me a little. What was he trying to say?

“Yeah,” I texted finally. “Why?” It took him a while to respond. My stomach was doing flips.

“idk,” he said. Dot dot do. Then: “Do u get fucked?” I think I stared at that text, mouth agape, for a good three minutes. Was he asking if I would get fucked by him? Once I considered the question I realized the answer was an emphatic “YES.” In all the time I’d spend thinking I hated my roommate some attraction had been lurking, and now it came out full-force.

“Yeah,” I said, and left it at that. Dot dot dot.  

“Let me fuck you,” he said. My fingers were cramping from holding the phone up in my sweaty palms. I tried to think of a response. He was my roommate; it was a terrible idea. Right?

“Are you bi?” I texted.  

His next text was immediate: “No,” he said. Then a long pause. “I want to fuck and ur right there,” he said.  

I took a deep breath. My cock was rock hard. “Okay,” I texted back. 

“Sweet,” he said. “Get clean first. Then come to my room. I’ll be laying on the bed watching porn. Just get on the bed between my legs. Don’t talk at all. Start sucking my cock. Then I’ll bend you over and fuck you till I cum. Cool?”  

“Okay,” I said again. I stood up and started scrambling for my enema bulb. The blood was coursing through my head. I felt like I’d taken a drug.  

“No talking at all,” he texted again, which was ironic because this was the most conversation we’d ever had.

“Do you have condoms?” I said.

“No,” he said. “Are you clean?” There was really only one answer to that reductive question.

“Yes,” I said. He texted back a thumbs-up emoji. So that was that: my “straight” roommate wanted to fuck me raw.  

I went to the bathroom and got cleaned out. My hands were shaking the whole time – my whole body was, actually. I felt real fear walking down the hall to the bedroom of this person I lived with but didn’t really know at all. What if he was too rough? What if I couldn’t take him?  

His door was closed; I went to knock but then I wasn’t sure if I should just go in. So I got on my phone to text him but before I could, he texted me: “Come in.”  

***

So that was how it started, and for a while it always followed the same script. During the week we’d barely communicate or even see one another. Then, typically on Saturday or Sunday mornings, he would text “Hey” or “wyd.” And soon I’d be prepping to get fucked and starting my anxious walk down the hall to his room. It got to where I was cleaning out my ass every weekend just anticipating taking his dick. Scrolling through our text conversations in idle moments I’d be amused at how limited they were: either about rent or utility payments, or me getting fucked.

It was hot and it was fun but like I said, it got to point where I was feeling cheap and used. Some weekends I’d find myself waiting around for hours for him to hit me up. That morning I’d been thinking, I should get out of the house. Go do something. Find a fucking boyfriend.

But then he’d texted me and all rational thought flew out the window. I scrambled to the bathroom and did my routine, texted him “here” when I got outside his door – I never knocked, because he had his wireless earbuds in 24/7.  

“K,” he texted back, and I opened the door. He had the curtains drawn and the lights off, and he was laying back on his bed, naked – a buffet of muscular jock flesh lit only by the light of the phone pointed at his face.

I took off my underwear. He didn’t acknowledge me as I got on the bed, except to spread his legs a little wider to let me in between them. His cock was hard and he was stroking it – it’s a really fat dick and it hurts pretty bad when it first goes in, so I’ve learned to get ready beforehand by shoving a few fingers up my ass in the shower.  

The faint sounds of the porn he was watching on his phone filtered out from the buds in his ears – whining yelps of a poorly-recorded porn actress, tinny and strange in the quiet of his dark room. I set my phone next to us on the bed as I settled in between his legs, bringing my face to his balls. I’m always struck by the smell of him, which is more concentrated in his room and is super-concentrated in his sweaty crotch. I started by licking them – first one, then the other. He let out his breath when I took both of them in my mouth at the same time.

I licked up his balls to his cock, trailing my tongue along his thick shaft which was salty with the spit he’d used to jack off, or maybe from some pussy he’d fucked the night before. When I got to the head I popped it into my mouth, then slowly took his entire cock into my throat. I held it there.

“Yeah,” I thought I heard him say, but it might have been coming from the porn. He always keeps his phone propped on his chest and I can’t usually see his face all that great because of it – just his forehead, lit up by the glow of his phone, and sometimes his eyes, which never look at me.  

I held his shaved nuts in my hand as I sucked his cock, taking it all the way to the base, pausing to suckle on the head, stroking it to make it throb. Usually he just kicks back, but this time he started thrusting into my mouth – little movements with his hips. 

Then I saw him typing with his thumbs, and in a moment my phone buzzed and glowed. I held his cock next to my face as I reached for my phone and looked at the message.

“One sec,” he’d texted. And then he got up. I turned to watch him walk to his desk. He had the most amazing ass – firm, round, dusted with hair. He set his phone down on the desk and picked up his tablet computer. I laid there on my stomach, pretending to look at something on my phone while he dicked around on his tablet. Then he came back to the bed and resumed the position. This time, though, he reached for my head and pulled it down to his balls.  

He was watching porn on the tablet now which made his face even more difficult to see. When I went for his balls he raised his hips again, so I began to lick underneath them, which made him raise his hips even higher. I’d fantasized about rimming him, of course, but his ass had always been off-limits. Now, though, he pushed my head down with the hand that wasn’t holding his tablet and it was clear what he wanted me to do. I jimmied my face lower, pushing my tongue down until I was flicking it against the wrinkled pucker of his asshole. I heard him take in his breath and hold it as my tongue made contact.  

I stretched my tongue as far as I could to reach his asshole. He was holding his breath, and his cock was totally hard so I stroked him while flicked my tongue into the rim of his asshole. He tasted sweaty but clean enough. I realized he was clicking around on the tablet, and then he got up and flipped over. That was a surprise.  

His ass was unbelievable. His muscled cheeks flexed as he settled onto his stomach. His body was flat against the bed but his butt popped up like twin rolling hills. He spread his legs to allow me in between them. His ass had the most perfect covering of fur down his crack and around his hole, which was pink and unblemished. I licked up his thighs and around his ass for a while before I went for his hole again, jamming my tongue deep. He choked back a moan. I pushed my tongue deep inside him, swirling it around. When I came up for air I could see the scene he’d chosen on his tablet: a girl getting her ass eaten out by a guy. He was watching her get rimmed as he got rimmed.

I listened closely for any sound he made, the slightest grunt or groan. He seemed to content to lie there with his butt available for my tongue. His hole got looser the longer I licked and my tongue started going deeper. I licked him so deeply that my tongue started to get sore. Then I teased it with my finger a bit, but I was afraid of pushing him too far. He ground his dick into the bed in an almost involuntary way. I reached underneath him and tried to stroke his dick but he knocked my hand away.  

Just when I seemed to be getting as deep in his ass as I could, he got up. Still holding his tablet, he climbed off the bed and came around to the end of it and stood there, jacking his cock, looking at the tablet. I got myself into his preferred position: on all fours, hips low, back arched so my hole was level with his cock. The porn sounds stopped so I figured he was looking for a new scene. Then there was a blast of sound that quickly resolved as he adjusted the volume. He set the tablet on my ass which was unusual – typically he just laid it on my lower back so he could watch straight porn while he fucked. But now he was taking care to prop it on my ass cheeks – adjusting and readjusting. He couldn’t seem to get it right. Finally he picked it back up and that’s when I felt his tongue enter my ass.  

That was a surprise – he’d never rimmed me before. But he kept at it, lapping at my hole like a cat laps at a bowl of milk. He kept the tablet in his hand but rested the hard edge of it on my ass so he could watch it while he ate me out. I presumed he was watching a pussy-eating scene, except now he was imagining he was the one eating pussy. It wasn’t the best rim job I’d ever had - it seemed like he was following the motions of whatever clip he was watching, living some reality that existed in the conjunction of his mind, his body, and the screen. He flicked his tongue against the top of my asshole like there was a clit there. Only once did his tongue go very deep – and then I think he got so turned on that he got up and started searching for a fucking scene, cause he was ready to fuck.  

(Read pt 2 here)