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Dirty Buddies E14 | My straight roommate dirty talks me into cumming for him
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Jordan started filling the fridge with tons of electrolyte drinks. What used to be cans of beer turned into an array of colourful liquids in plastic bottles. I was chuckling to myself while reading the different flavours when Jordan walked out of his bedroom.
Walking out is probably giving him too much credit. He pretty much stumbles out, bouncing off the door frame as he crashes into it accidentally.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Jordan mutters as he rubs his shoulder.
“Catch,” I call out as I throw him a bottle of blue liquid. He fumbles the catch a little but succeeds nonetheless. Twisting off the cap, he chugs the bottle in one large gulp. “You've been living in the desert? Haven't seen ya in a while.”
Jordan belches loudly, then replies, “Yeah, you could say that. Not a drop of rain left.” He shoves his hand in his boxers and scratches himself, pulling down the waistband just enough for me to see the top of his thick bush. “Toss me another one.”
I pick an orange one and pass it to him. “I don't think you're supposed to have too many of these.”
“What goes out, must come in.” Jordan unscrews the bottle and downs it once again in a go.
“So it's been going well then, I suppose?” I close the fridge and lean against it. The cool touch against my bare back is nice.
“I gotta say, those videos are magic. If ever she's not in the mood, we put it on and bam,” he says and tries to drink from the empty bottle. “And it's never just once with her.”
“How many times?”
“I don’t know. Until it hurts.” Jordan makes a face like he's remembering the pain, and then smiles. Evidently, it's not the worst problem to have.
It's Sunday, and I had no other plans aside from trying to find some action today. I actually didn't expect Jordan to be home today, as I was going to invite some regulars over.
“Stacy is going to come over, isn’t she?”
“Oh god, no.” Jordan goes to sit in the living room and I follow him. “I need a break. Or else she’s going to be dealing with a limp worm the whole time.”
I eye his crotch, and his bulge does look smaller than usual. If he was a bottom, a limp cock wouldn't be such a problem, would it?
“She still obsessed with your ass? She liked the last video?”
I can still feel the way his virgin hairy hole felt against my fingers.
Tight.
Tense.
Almost ready to loosen up by the end.
I could see that the conversation made him a little uncomfortable by the way he played with his hair and then put on a hat that was left lying on the couch.
I've learned that that's his little giveaway. When he's nervous, Jordan pulls the rim of his hat down to cover his eyes.
Also, I guess I'm right. His girlfriend is still turned by shots of his ass. That probably means they're experimenting with it too.
“Has she…?” I put a finger inside a fist.
“Mate, fuck off.” Jordan pulls his hat down more. “Respectfully.”
“I'm going to take that as a yes then.” I chuckle. “If you're not horny, I sure the fuck am. I might get a little warm up in before I call someone over.”
“You’re going to have to fuck on top of me, because I'm not moving.” He slides down the couch in a lazy fashion, then turns over to lay down fully.
“That easy?” I snicker. “All you had to do was ask. You know, these twinks are always looking for something to ride on.”
Jordan shakes his head silently at me with a smile and adjusts his hat again. “This is out of commission.” He grabs his junk. “Maintenance for 2 days.”
He seemed serious about not moving, so I decided to call him on his bluff. I was serious about the warm-up. I find that I usually perform better if I've edged for a bit beforehand. It just gets the blood already in the right places.
So I put some porn onto our TV, and for bonus effect, I put on some straight porn. It's not what I usually watch, but I don't mind it, and I mostly want Jordan to watch too.
“Don't tell me you're changing teams on me, mate.” He lifts his hat to peek at the porno.
“Nope. The guy is proper fit though, isn’t he?” I pull my shorts down and watch if my roommate takes a peek. He doesn't, but he keeps watching the screen. “Not so out of commission then?”
“Softer than a wet piece of paper.”
“Yeah, right.” The video is heavily focused on the girl like it is always, and I'm finding more excitement looking at the thick curly brown hair in Jordan’s pits.
“I'm not lying,” he says as he glances at me. It seems like it doesn't even bother him anymore that I’m having a wank to him. To my surprise though, he lifts his waistband and pulls down enough for me to get a glimpse of his crotch. Indeed, he's soft.
“Want to change the video?”
“Nah. It isn't the video. She's a beauty.” Jordan tugs at himself in his underwear. “Just out of service.”
Still, he continued to play with himself with his hand in his boxers, and I continued to get off on watching him.
Then I had an idea, and I figured it was worth a shot.
“When I can’t get hard anymore, I stick a finger in my butt.”
“Yeah, nice try.” Jordan scoffs, not even bothering to look at me.
“I'm serious. You know about the prostate, right?” I ask, wondering if this was gonna lead us anywhere.
“Sure. The male g-spot.”
“You've tried it?” My dick grows stiffer in my fist.
Silence.
“Did it work?”
More silence. Then, a response expected and not expected at the same time.
“One finger. It got me going after my third load.” Jordan avoids eye contact with me.
I literally sit up as I imagine Jordan taking his first finger. I bet it hurt a little from how tight he is.
“I'm going to have to start charging you if you keep wanking off to me.” Jordan glances at my movements then goes back to watching the porno.
“I can pay you in fingers,” I say. “Finger, if you want.”
“Nice try.”
“Or I could eat it,” I say, now truly edging to him.
“Just squirt already, and move on with your day.” Jordan slides down his boxer. He really isn’t very hard, despite him tugging it for a while now. However, it's not exactly soft either. I could tell he wasn’t going to go further today.
“Could I get those videos, mate?”
“Which videos?” We made solid eye contact for the first time. “The ones you shot of me?”
“That's right. That'll finish me.” I spit on my cock and wait for his response.
“You dirty cunt.” Jordan shakes his head. He reaches for his phone on the table and his semi-hard flops as he gets back into position. I disconnect my phone from the TV and he connects his.
“First one or second one?”
“Second,” I say with no hesitation. It's the one where I have one hand on his crack and the other hand milking him. It can’t get better than that.
“Jesus.” Looking at his own asshole seems to inflict pain on him.
“It's fucking hot.” I turn my attention to my hands caressing his crevice. “It felt good, didn't it?”
“I'm not going to say no.” We both watch the swirling technique that I used on his dick. “But I don't like looking at my own ass. So hurry up.”
“You want me to cum?” I share my attention between the video and him.
“Nice try,” Jordan repeats for the third time today.
“Give me something and I'll finish,” I say, holding onto my edge. To be honest, I could cum at any time. I just want to see what he's willing to do.
How far he'll go.
“Cum for me then,” Jordan says quietly.
“What?” I pretend that I didn't hear.
“Squirt for me, mate.”
“You want me to cum?” My heart is in my throat, and I wait for the final confirmation.
“Yeah, be a good boy.” Jordan makes eye contact with me again. The connection makes the feeling rush in my groin. “Squirt for me, Stu.”
I release at the mention of my name and start splattering on my chest. “Shit!”
“Damn!” he exclaims with big eyes.
I let out a moan as I ejaculate, keeping my eye on his twitching cock. Still not fully hard, but a lot more stiff than before.
“Yeah, good boy!” Jordan says, his eyes on my spurting cock. “Shit. You’re making a proper mess for me.”
“Fuck,” I breathe out as I settle into my chair, rubbing the remaining pleasure out of me. “Ah…”
“Maybe not so out of commission after all,” he says, giving his semi-boner a slap. “I'm going to send Stacy a message. Thanks, mate.” Jordan gets up and walks by me and my cum-painted chest.
“You're welcome?” I start laughing as the dopamine hits me. Covered in cum, I wonder who should be thanking who. “Let me eat that ass next time.”
“Nice try!” Jordan calls out from his room.
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