Roommate Tries His First Cock

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The room was dimly lit except for the TV screen which was playing some stupid porn vid I’d never seen before. Some kind of wild scene featuring two fairly muscular guys and a random hot chick. I was sitting on the couch next to Ben, my knees drawn up as I watched. Ben was leaning back, completely engrossed, one hand idly stroking his already impressive, half-hard cock. We were just hanging out, killing time while Ben waited for his flight. Or so I thought.

“Damn, that dude’s huge,” Ben muttered, eyes glued to the screen as one of the actors, a thick, bearded guy, grunted on camera.

“He is,” I agreed, trying to focus on the plot but—you know—enjoying the atmosphere.

Just then, the front door opened, and we heard Alex say, “Sorry to interrupt the party” as he closed it behind him.

Alex walked in carrying a laundry basket. Then he immediately froze, eyes locked on the TV. The angle on the screen was, ugh, a little incriminating (lol): the two actors were grinding, and the camera had zoomed in on the thick, vascular bulge of the bearded dude’s cock pressing into the other man’s thigh. Like hard. Alex’s face flushed instantly. I could see his posture stiffen.

“Oh, hey, Alex,” Ben greeted him casually, not taking his eyes off the screen. “Perfect timing. Pull up a chair. We’re just watching some highly educational feel-good material.”

Alex cleared his throat, tightening his grip on the basket. “Nah, I’m good. Just gonna drop this off.” He tried to sidle past the couch toward his room. I was worried we had terrorized him for good. I mean not everyone takes well to the casual display of buddies watching porn in the dorm together.

Ben finally glanced over, a slow, sneaky smile spreading across his face. “Come on, bud. Seriously. We’ve talked about this. You’re moving out soon, I know. But we’re still roommates. Come relax for a minute. You look stressed. We’re just watching porn. It’s not a big deal.”

Alex hesitated. “It’s fine, I just, I’m not really into this stuff.”

“Stuff?”

“Porn,” Alex repeated. Huh. What guy in his twenties wasn’t obsessed with porn though?

“But you’re staring at that guy’s cock on the screen, Alex. Your eyes haven’t left it since you walked in,” Ben pointed out, his voice smooth and challenging. “And don’t even try to hide the chub in your sweats, pal. That thing is standing at attention.”

Alex’s hand instinctively went to his groin, confirming a slight bulge but a bulge nonetheless in his sweatpants. He looked utterly cornered. I thought Ben was just bullshitting mind you.

“I mean I was just curious what you had on,” Alex said in a kind of clinical, flat voice. The poor baby.

“Curious about size? Good, then you need a real-life comparison,” Ben said, now fully focusing on Alex. He grabbed his own massive, twitching cock, which sprang fully hard as he stroked it once, slowly. “Look at this, Alex. What do you think of this size? Come here and check it out.”

Alex’s mouth just froze, a bit, slightly open. He was transfixed by the thick, vein-ridden length. I mean I had seen an angry looking dick before in the flesh. Ben had just bypassed all attempts at normalcy. 

Was Alex suddenly ‘dick-matized’? 

“Look, I’m just trying to understand you’re reaction, ha,” Ben continued, his voice dropping to a low, compelling rumble. “You act so shy and innocent, but that cock of yours is telling a different story. It’s hard right now watching two studs get down. Come sit next to me. Just for five minutes. If you’re truly bored or hate porn that much, a ten-minute view won’t change anything. Right?”

Alex stood frozen for a long moment, the laundry basket sagging in his hands. He finally put it down on the floor gently, like a good boy, and perched over on the armchair by the couch.

“Fine. Ten minutes. Then I better study,” Alex whispered, settling onto the edge of the seat, his eyes still flickering between the screen and Ben’s exposed cock. Ben’s head was huge. 

“That’s the spirit,” Ben said, and he settled back, letting his cock rest heavily on his thigh, deliberately giving Alex a full view.

I kept watching the TV, but I was only pretending to be interested with what was happening on the screen. Alex was visibly fighting himself. He kept fiddling with the waistband of his sweatpants, and within a minute, he gave up the fight. He reached inside, pulled his own fairly nice-sized throbbing cock out, and started stroking himself, his eyes glued to the screen, where the actors were now fully engaged in deep, rhythmic action.

“Hot damn, look at you, Alex,” Ben chuckled, a clear note of victory in his voice. “I knew you couldn’t resist. You’re almost as big as me, man. Why hide that thing?”

Just then, Alex’s phone buzzed, interrupting the moment. “Shit, I gotta take this.” He scrambled away, pulling his pants up hastily, then hurried back to his room. 

Ben and I just laughed. But I felt internally bummed out. 

“Did you see that?” Ben asked me, pulling his cock up to stroke it again. “He wasn’t watching the TV. He was watching this.” He shook his large cock slightly.

“I mean I saw him stare, yeah, somewhat, I guess. He’s probably just obsessed with your size.” The truth was? I was obsessed with Ben’s size. 

“Exactly. Hope I didn’t scare little Bambi boy too much,” Ben stated, his eyes gleaming. “He needs to sit closer. I want to feel the heat coming off him when he finally sees my junk up close.”

We quickly shifted on the couch, leaving one center cushion now empty, right next to Ben.

When Alex returned a few minutes later, looking clean but still agitated, he tried to head back to the armchair.

“Nope, come here,” Ben commanded gently, patting the spot next to him like he was Alex’s dad. “The view is better here, and the light’s terrible over there. Get comfortable. You only have a few minutes left before you have to study.”

Alex sighed, resigned. He sat down next to Ben, immediately lowered his pants down again somewhat, then freed his cock, stroking perhaps a little bit more urgently now. The porn continued to play out on the screen. 

Ben leaned over and whispered, his voice low and intense, “You’re driving me crazy, Alex. You look so hot sitting there, playing with yourself, seeing my cock.”

Alex didn’t respond, just kept stroking, his eyes darting back and forth between his own hand and Ben’s thick length.

Ben watched him for a beat, then he slowed his own stroking hand. “Damn, buddy, my wrist is getting tired. You wanna do me a huge favor? Just for a second? Just help a brother out.”

Alex shook his head, looking terrified, but his cock twitched in anticipation. “I… I shouldn’t, man. I’ve never touched a dick before…” I could see him gulp. “I don’t see you grabbing mine,” Alex laughed, defensively. I mean he had a point!

Ben didn’t wait. He grabbed Alex’s curved cock with his free hand and started jerking him fast. “See? Doesn’t feel bad, does it? Just take over for me, then. Just grab mine. It won’t be gay. It’s just helping a buddy.”

Ben guided Alex’s hand to his own cock. Alex reluctantly took hold, his large hand completely encircling Ben's shaft. Ben then released Alex's cock, letting Alex stroke himself with his free hand. Alex, lost in the immediate pleasure and proximity, kept working Ben's cock, his thumb sweeping over the crown.

“God, that feels amazing, Alex,” Ben groaned, pushing his cock slightly toward Alex’s face. “You’ve got a real natural grip. You clearly like the feel of it.”

Alex was breathing hard, now completely ignoring the TV. He was focused solely on the smooth, thick jock meat in his hand.

“Get a better look, buddy,” Ben urged, placing his hand gently on the back of Alex’s head, applying the slightest pressure. “I want you to see what you’re doing to me. Lean in, look closer.”

Alex leaned in automatically, his nose now inches from Ben’s pulsing cock. He kept stroking, the scent of something. I imagined it was musky male arousal. Maybe notes of pre-cum filling his senses, too. Ben had been at the gym all day. 

Ben slowly moved his hand off Alex’s head. Alex didn’t pull back. He just hovered there, trapped by his own curiosity. Was our roommate about to try his first cock?

“You hungry, boy?” Ben whispered, his eyes burning into Alex’s. He gently brushed his slick cockhead across Alex’s mouth. Alex gasped, but didn’t pull away.

“Lick your lips for a taste, Alex. It’s just protein,” Ben commanded.

Alex obeyed, licking his lips slowly. His eyes widened, a flicker of pure realization crossing his face.

“See? Didn’t taste bad, did it?” Ben pushed his cock slightly further, just the tip touching Alex’s lips. “Now, just kiss it, buddy. A little kiss. Help me out.”

Alex gave a soft, tentative kiss to the crown. I was so jealous. Ben let out a deep, satisfied groan and gently pushed Alex’s head down, sinking an inch of his cock into Alex’s mouth.

Alex didn't pull back. He began to lick the slick skin, his tongue tentatively exploring the shaft. Ben used this opportunity to push in slowly, inch by inch, until about four inches of his cock were deep in Alex’s mouth.

Alex gagged for a second. He fought for air but he was okay.

Ben immediately pulled him out, holding his head gently. “Woah. Sorry, man.” He chuckled, but in a gentle way. “It’s a lot, I know. Just catch your breath, baby. You don’t have to take all of it, just whatever you’re comfortable with. You’re doing an amazing job.”

I felt a massive wave of heat wash over me from watching the entire exchange. I couldn't hold it anymore. My own cock was desperate. Ben saw me. “Ben, I need you. I’m about to burst.” He yanked his cock from Alex’s face and signaled me.

I scooted over, taking Ben’s cock deeply into my mouth. I started to blow him fast and hard, taking deep gulps of his length, my eyes still locked on Alex.

Ben was practically screaming. “Fuck, that’s it! You’re getting it all over your face, homo, get ready to taste it!”

I glanced a look at our roommate who suddenly felt passed over. Ben pulled out of my mouth and grabbed Alex’s head again. “Unless you want this, huh?” Alex’s red, raw mouth just froze. His eyes were wide, blank, terrified and horny. But of our faces were just inches from his engorged dick.

“Fine, new boy gets it.” Then Ben shot a massive, thick load across Alex’s shocked face and chest. In turn, Alex, completely overwhelmed by it all, pulled for dear life on his own cock rapidly and shot a huge, whimpering wad of cum right into the air. I needed to finish. So I stood up a little bit and brazenly decided to add my load to Alex’s pretty face. 

Out of nowhere, I got aggressive, hoping it would be received playfully. “Tongue out, bitch.” And Alex listened at once! Even though his face was painted with Ben’s big load, he turned towards me more, and opened his big boy tongue for me all the way. I splooged all over it and the rest of his face. 

The room went silent, sticky with cum.

“Holy shit, that was hot,” Ben finally managed, panting.

Alex, covered in both our loads, just looked down, utterly defeated but also strangely calm. He slowly wiped his mouth.

“I… I better go clean up,” he said quietly, moving with the slow, dazed steps of someone who had just lost a major internal battle.

When he came back out, he was dressed in fresh clothes. He walked straight to the door, picked up his laundry basket, and paused. Alex looked back, a strange new confidence flickering in his eyes. “Hey, see you guys at dinner.”

Ben and I looked at each other. “Well he won’t move out now I bet,” I breathed.

Ben grinned, completely satisfied. “He just needed a proper welcome.”