Whit hangs his head while, with unsteady hands, I pull his boxer briefs down just enough to free his cock. I stare at it. It’s thinner than mine but just as long, and I reach out and smooth my thumb over the bulbous tip. Whit inhales sharply as I drag my finger down the long thick vein underneath it.
“Tell me what to do,” I say, my voice husky. I’ve never touched another man’s dick before. I don’t have any clue what he likes.
“Whatever you do will be…god,” his voice trails off on a moan when I begin stroking him. He arches his hips into my fist, saying, “Harder.”
Oh shit.
I tighten my grip and begin working him up and down, and he does the same to me. I watch it all unfold, our hands grasping the other’s dicks as we bring ourselves higher and higher until we’re both gasping for air. We kiss sloppily. Our tongues flick into each other’s mouths as we pant and groan.
“Fuck, Whit. I can’t last,” I manage to say, and then I feel my cock jump as I release myself into his palm. Shortly after, he follows, his eyes downcast, watching my hand stroking him. I can’t tear my eyes away. I hear him moaning, his breath shattering, and then his cum is shooting from his perfect dick, and I let it splash against my skin.
I have no qualms about a bit of mess, especially when it’s his.
Whit slumps against my shoulder.
“God.”
“I know.”
We sit like that for a while, giving our bodies a minute to calm down, and then Whit lifts his head, those dark eyes meeting mine.
“Can I ask you something?” he asks.
“Anything,” I say, running my fingers through his release lining my stomach.
“How are you okay with this? How are you not freaking out?”
I shrug, “I don’t know, man. I should be, right? But with you, it just…feels right.”
Whit huffs a laugh. “I can’t believe this whole roommate thing was just a farce.”
This is news to me. “Huh?”
Whit blushes faintly and then looks away. “I did it to piss my parents off. I posted an ad for a roommate because they expressly forbid it.”
“You little rebel.”
“And then you showed up….”
He looks at me, and I lean up, pressing my lips to his.
“And I couldn’t say no.”
“And just like that, you won the fucking lottery, eh?”
He pushes himself off me and tucks himself away. “It feels like it. Now let’s clean up.”
“Nah,” I say and stay put. “I think I’ll just stay here. Let your cum dry on me, carry you around with me all day.”
Whit narrows his eyes at me, and I chuckle. “Just kidding.”
CHAPTERNINE
Things continue just like that for the next few weeks. Whit and I fall into a predictable pattern. In the morning, we part ways and go to class. After class, I go to work, head to the gym, and we meet up each night in the apartment. Usually, I end up on top of him, watching a TV show while he runs those fingers I’m obsessed with across my back and through my hair. He usually reads until I distract him with something more fun. And then we end up both kissing and humping, and finally making each other come with our hands. He never pressures me for more, and I don’t ask.
He still never fully undresses, just pulls his cock out of pants when we’re messing around, while I’m in a near-constant state of undress when we are alone. I don’t push him to show me more, although the longer I’m with him, the more curious I become.
What’s he hiding?