The Roommate

His penis thrust deeper into my mouth. His balls were now almost touching my chin, and his abs approaching my nose. The fat shaft filled my mouth. Speech was impossible. He had skewered my face, and he grinned down at me. His penis head was now resting against the entrance to my throat. It was ticklish. I felt on the verge of gagging. It was also very, very hot.

He had surprised me while I was asleep rubbing his dick on my face, then pushing it into me when I partly woke up and opened my mouth. He had given me the chance to spit it out and not continue, or keep it there and lick it to signal my submission. I had licked. He was turning me.

"Eventually you will take it down your throat for me," he said. I groaned a bit at the thought, and my own dick pulsed in brief spasm imagining that. "But you may not be ready yet. Have you ever sucked a cock before?"

I shook my head back and forth from side to side. ("No").

"In that case, we may have to de-sensitize your gag reflex. We will see. In a moment, just lie still and try to relax your mouth and throat. I'm going to push down a little and see if you can take it without gagging."

It happened. I went kind of limp, he applied some pressure. Now his balls slapped my chin, and his abs touched my nose. His grip on the sides of my head tightened, and his cock head pushed down my throat a bit. It was very erotic for a moment. But then I was coughing and gagging.

He left it for a brief time, and I was starting to panic a bit. The reflex was strong. He pulled back out partially, though didn't fully take his dick out of my mouth. I stopped coughing and calmed down.

"Not that surprising", he said. "We can try getting you used to contact with your throat, by just resting my dick there without pushing down hard. OK?

I nodded up and down, looking at him the whole time, blinking once. ("Yes.")

"Let's get more comfortable on the bed. Lie on your back in the center. I'm going to get on top of you and mount your face. And take off your clothes. I want my boy to be naked."

With that, he popped his dick out of my mouth, and waited. Already I missed it. I quickly shed my t-shirt and boxers. He could see all of me now, including my raging boner. I lay down on the bed as he had asked, on my back.

He climbed on top of me, putting one leg to each side of my face. He crouched over me, then sank his dick into my mouth again. "Mmmpph!" I groaned happily. I licked him in encouragement, and reflexively brought one of my hands up to play with his balls, while the other felt up his ass.

"Oooh, that's nice!" he said. "Get used to that, you're going to be doing a lot of it." I didn't mind. "Now I'm going to just hang out at the front of your throat for a while."

And he did. He was kind of hunched over me, his legs bracketing my head, his hands gripping its top, his torso and head bent over, probably touching the top part of the bed. I couldn't see his face, my own was impaled on his dick, and I had an extreme close up of his abdomen. His cock head rested against the entrance to my throat. At first it was kind of twitchy and uncomfortable. It felt like I was on the verge of gagging again. But after a while I got used to it and the twitchiness went away. I relaxed. I started licking his shaft again, and also drumming my fingertips lightly against his balls.

He laughed. "Getting used to it already?" he said. "Mmmm-hmm" I said, and nodded up and down slightly. It was so hot being pinned under him with my face skewered by his engorged dick. He started thrusting in and out gently, never fully pulling out, not yet pushing into my throat, but still lightly fucking my mouth.

I licked and sucked, and welcomed him in. My own dick was rock hard, and spasmodically swaying back and forth, I realized. I wanted to touch it, but I wanted to keep using my hands to play with him too. I kept them where they were.

His rhythm stayed steady, but at the deepest part of each thrust, he started pushing a bit against my throat. No reaction. It seemed he put my gag reflex to sleep. "Very good!" he said. Then he pushed deeper.

It was incredible. Normal or large sized dicks never looked tiny to me, but they never struck me as gigantic, either. His was good sized, but only a certain number of inches long, and probably about 2 inches wide. Just looking at it, it didn't seem that big. But somehow it *felt* much bigger when it was actually filling my mouth and partway down my throat. He was partway down my throat!

I couldn't move. I was completely helpless beneath him, held in place between his legs, his hands gripping my head, and his dick in my face. I didn't want to move. It was where I belonged. I couldn't breathe, he was deep enough now that he was cutting off my airflow.

I didn't entirely like that. Partly, it was erotic as hell. But I didn't want to actually asphyxiate. I tried to relax and hoped he would pull back enough soon to get some air in.

He didn't disappoint. He did indeed pull back partially, I took in a short breath, then he fucked down into my throat. He was fucking my mouth and throat now. In, and out. In, and out. I alternated between licking up and down the underside of his shaft as he fucked, and tightening or loosening my lips around the thrusts. I kept teasing his balls with my finger tips. I kept squeezing his ass cheek with my other hand.

"So good!" he groaned. He kept fucking. His rhythm had been slow and provocative, which I appreciated, but now he was speeding up somewhat. He was excited. He wanted to seed my throat. I wanted to feel the explosion. And taste it. His dick got a little longer and fatter. I could feel a thick vein on its underside with my tongue. I imagined what it looked like, his fat cock pistoning in and out of my face. My own dick might have exploded if anyone was touching it, but it was rock hard and neglected.

He gave one final deep thrust, and then he was ejaculating. Hard. An intense geyser spewed into my throat, and my mouth. I tried to swallow but couldn't keep up. Some spurts went up my nose and erupted out onto my face. Finally he subsided. He rose up to his knees and backed his dick out of my face to regard his work. I gazed up at him in a daze. My face was a mess with rivulets of congealing cum draining from my nose, and more still within my mouth and on my face where the last bits had dripped out of his cock when he pulled out. I swallowed some more and started licking around my lips, but there was so much. My mouth was his now. I wanted to be too.