I Walked In On My Roommate Sucking Himself

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

I didn’t think I would like college as much as I do. It’s been two months since the semester started, and moving to the other side of the country, away from my parents, is exactly what I needed. All my life, they’ve protected me and sheltered me, even when I was in high school and I so desperately wanted just a little freedom. My friends—the few that I had—would go out to parties or hang out at the mall. They’d have sleepovers and tell me all about the crazy things they were doing, like sneaking alcohol from their parent’s liquor cabinet and smoking weed. Or dating and kissing girls. But I didn’t get to do any of that. 

Instead, my routine consisted of going to school, doing homework, playing video games, and then doing it all over again the next day. I didn’t even get to go to my senior prom because the school wouldn’t let my mom be a chaperone. 

So it’s safe to say I’m thrilled that I have more freedom now than I know what to do with. Which is why I’m grateful I ended up with Max as my roommate. The guy is basically a carbon copy of my life; the only difference is in our looks. We’re both skinny, but the similarities stop there. He’s got curly brown hair and hazel eyes, while I’ve got messy black hair and blue eyes that are always covered with round glasses. And compared to my pasty skin, Max has a nice tan he worked up from finally getting some freedom this past summer and spent it at the beach. 

 The best part is we get each other and push each other to do things outside of our comfort zone gradually rather than being pushed into the deep abyss. 

The only thing I wish I could change about him is how horny he is. I swear I’ve caught the guy jerking off more times in a week than there are days in a month. Don’t get me wrong, I have needs too, but I haven’t been caught since that one time my dad walked in on me a few years ago. Now, that was an awkward conversation.

So it’s not entirely surprising that I walk into our room to find Max in a compromising position. What is surprising is the actual physical position Max is in. He’s completely naked and bent in half with his legs in the air, ass on display, and his cock in his mouth. 

Holy shit! He’s sucking his own dick! 

 He doesn’t seem to notice me, because he keeps going, taking more and more of his shaft into his mouth until his balls are draping over his nose. 

I should move. Leave. Do something other than just stand here and watch, but I don’t. Instead, I take a step further into the room, shutting the door behind me loud enough to get his attention.

Max turns his head with his cock still in his mouth and his eyes widen. He spits out his dick and sits up quickly, covering his erection with a pillow. “Shit! Sorry, Jamie! I didn’t realize you’d be back so soon. I thought you had class,” he says, face turning red. 

I swallow dryly—and try to find the right words, apologize even—but I end up blurting out, “Uh, it’s okay. That was really hot.” 

Max stares at me like I just told him I saw an alien in the lobby of our dorm. Then, after what feels like an eternity of judgmental silence, he finally squeaks out, “Really?” 

 I nod slowly, and I can’t believe the words that are forming in my head, but I say them anyway, “Yeah, of course. You can suck your own dick. I’m pretty sure every guy ever has at tried to do it at least once. I know I have.” 

Max’s eyes sparkle, the flecks of gold in the hazel are really bright right now. “Thanks, dude. And sorry again for putting on a show. I’ll get dressed.” He moves the pillow off his lap, revealing his now soft dick, and reaches for his underwear on the floor. 

“Uh, you don’t have to stop cause of me.” Who said that? There’s no way those words came out of my mouth. 

Max freezes, his ass flexing before he turns back around to face me. “Are you sure? I don’t want to make things weird.” 

I sit down on my bed and cross my legs beneath me. “Yeah, as long as you’re okay with me watching.” My cock is throbbing right now and I really hope he can’t tell I’m hard as a pole because of his naked body. 

He gives me a shy smile. “Okay.” 

I’ve never gotten hard because of a guy before, but I’ve also never seen a guy naked for this long either. It’s always been the occasional glimpse when I’ve caught Max, and it was the same thing back in high school when I had to change in the locker room for PE. 

To be honest, I kind of like looking at him like that. His cock, even when soft, is long but slender and swings between his legs as he moves back onto his bed. His pubes are neatly trimmed, his balls are completely smooth, and the cut head is pink. 

He lies back down on his bed and bends his back, legs lifting until they’re dangling over his head. His cock is slowly thickening and somehow getting longer. By the time he’s fully hard, the guy has to be at least eight inches. 

I get on my knees next to his bed to get a closer look. “Christ, how big is that thing?”

He grins at me. “It’s nine inches fully hard.” 

Damn. He’s huge for a skinny white guy. Max stretches his neck up and takes the tip of his cock into his mouth, sucking on it softly before withdrawing a bit and teases his slit with his tongue. 

I’m leaking like crazy and can feel a wet spot growing in my boxers. 

Max takes more of his cock into his mouth and stretches his back and neck at the same time to do it while holding the base of his shaft with one hand to guide it down his throat. It looks painful, but he’s got this blissful look on his face that says otherwise. He finally bottoms out on his own dick and his pink, hairless hole comes into view. 

I accidentally moan, and Max’s eyes fly open to meet mine. He smiles around his dick like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me. I adjust my erection and watch him keep sucking his own dick like a pro until he groans low. His cock throbs and pulses as he’s coming, swallowing his own cum until he’s completely spent. 

Max straightens out on his back, panting. His lips and cock head are shiny with cum, the head now an angry red. 

I don’t think I’ve ever been as hard or as wet as I am right now. I desperately want to come, but I stop myself from touching my dick using all of my self-restraint. “Wow, that was insane,” I say, feeling as breathless as he looks. 

The smile that stretches across his face is priceless—a mixture of pride and embarrassment all at the same time. “Thanks, it feels even better doing it.” 

That should be the end of this conversation. I should retreat to the communal bathroom on our floor and jerk one out, never to talk about this again, but apparently my damn mouth has a mind of its own today. “Do you think you can show me how to do that?”

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