I’m a Cum Dispenser for My Roomate

This was told to me briefly by a reader who is currently in college, so it's an ongoing situation. He recently discovered he is bi and wanted me to write this from his perspective. Enjoy!

I woke up and came into reality for today. My morning wood was tenting the thin sheet laying over my athletic body. I squinted my eyes open and slowly glanced over to my roommate, Jack in his bed three feet away. He was face down and his covers were mostly off, letting his ass breathe. His leg was pulled up and I could see his hole. Maybe today would be the day I'd finally penetrate that barrier.

Ever since he walked in on me jerking off in our first week living together last semester, I could tell he was obsessed with me. He saw that I was hung like a horse, a fact I had confirmed through many competitions in high school against cocky guys who claimed to have a big dick. All I had to do was whip it out at a party, and even soft it would usually dwarf them. He followed me around and kept asking to get meals together. When he acted like a little lap dog to me, I  mostly humored him and honestly enjoyed the attention. It never occurred to me he might be gay. If anything I thought he just thought I was an "alpha male" or "sigma male" or something like that, since he was kind of a quiet loner. He quickly became like the little brother I never had, even though he's actually a few months older than me. About a week after the jerking off incident, I woke up in the night, sensing something near me, I quickly turned around and found him standing above my bed. He recoiled and jumped into his bed and under the covers immediately, not saying anything. I was still squinting but I was pretty sure I had seen a boner.

"What's going on?" I asked, confused and sleepy.

"Nothing, just came back from the bathroom." He said, a little defensively.

"Were you jerking off?" I asked, still not fully cognizant, but starting to piece things together.

He stayed quiet for a minute, then quietly muttered, "Yeah, sorry."

I felt bad for him, and because I'm an idiot it didn't hit me yet that he was jerking off to me. I just wanted to comfort him for being embarrassed.

I offered, "No worries, bro. You literally caught me doing the same thing!"

"Yeah, but..." He trailed off.

Then the realization hit me like a freight train. "Oh shit," I said quietly, more to myself than to him, "You're gay for me."

Through his silence, even in the dark, I could sense his deep feeling of dread as I said that. I immediately felt a pity, sympathizing with his sensitive demeanor and everything he's probably had to go through as a closeted gay boy. When my cousin came out as gay, her parents were pissed for some dumb religious reason, and my mom told me to give her a hug and tell her I love her the next time I saw her. When I did so at school the next day, she started crying and said it was exactly what she needed. Remembering that moment, I took the idea and stepped over to Jack's bed and looked into his eyes. Tears were welling up. He looked up at me with uncertainty.

I leaned down and gave him a hug, and said, "It's all good bro. Nothing but love." I felt him relax in my arms, and hug me back. After a long embrace, I sat back on his bed and chatted with him lightly for a bit. Even though he was having a little perv sesh right above me earlier, I didn't think of him as a creep. He was just a guy, and unfortunately for him, what makes him horny is other guys. He's the one stuck with me, not the other way around. I knew he had a lot going on in his head when he was quiet all the time, and I just wanted to let him know he could chat to me about anything that was bothering him, and that things wouldn't change between us. I ended up falling asleep next to him on his bed, lying on my back as usual. What woke me up later was the game changer, confirming that things would no longer be the same.

I was startled from my sleep by a pleasant sensation down on my cock. I thought I was rubbing my boner against the soft sheets, which I often do in my sleep, but when I looked down I saw the messy brown hair on the back of Jack's head where my cock should be. Well that's not what I meant when I said I supported you, I thought to myself. But, I didn't interrupt him, since I hadn't gotten any action yet at college anyway, and this was honestly a decent blowjob. I just leaned back and closed my eyes, thinking horny thoughts as he bobbed deeper and deeper on my long, fat, pink Irish-American schlong. He must have been really thirsty for some cum, because his neck was working overtime trying to coax out my load. He was throat fucking himself on my cock as if he had been training with a literal eggplant. I had never had my cock inside a throat before, as every girl had said it just wouldn't fit. They would normally just mash it into the back of their mouth, which felt good too except their teeth would usually start to scrape me. But with this boy, it was fantastic and tight, and I didn't feel a single tooth. His throat was like a pussy that didn't bottom out. The only problem was he had to pause to gag, but he made up for the pause by jerking my slippery cockhead tightly in his fist whenever he did so. If I hadn't rubbed out two loads the night before in the shower, I would've been gone in ten seconds from this animal of a boy.

I couldn't take it passively forever though, and eventually I bent up my legs and started thrusting upward to meet his choking bobs on my cock. He got up on his knees so his ass was near my face, and I saw he was naked from the waist down. This little twink was sly. He started jerking his cock, and I grabbed his head with both hands. He looked at me and said, "You can decide when I need to breathe."

I got the biggest rush in my stomach, and absolutely had to see what this little fuck's limits were. I held him down on my cock balls deep. After maybe two seconds he gagged and started gently tapping my thigh.

"Not done yet." I said. He patted harder.

His tapping on my thigh continued to grow with urgency, until after about ten seconds I let go and he lifted off my cock, choking and coughing. My slimy cock stayed rigid and levitated above my abs, pulsing.

"Thank you, sir." He said when he could talk again, and he grabbed my cock by the base and went back to bobbing his throat on it. His ass was still near my face and I started groping his little twink cheeks, eliciting faint moans from him. He only had the slightest peach fuzz of ass hair, about the same I had seen on girls. After this much playtime with my cock, I was ready to cum soon. I picked up his little body pretty easily, and threw him onto his back, making him giggle and squeal. I crawled over him so my crotch was over his face, and used my hips to aim my cock at his mouth. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide. He grabbed my ass cheeks as I began to thrust into his throat ruthlessly. He couldn't turn away his head even if he wanted to, and he didn't want to. I was going to get my nut using this boy's throat.

"You glad you woke me up with your mouth, baby boy?" I muttered between breaths as I continued to jackhammer the poor boy's face, "This is what you get, slut, a lot of cock whether you like it or not."

I was just getting to the point of no return, and he hadn't breathed in probably 20 seconds or more, when his hand crept into my field of view. He had slowly lifted it up so I would see it, and I saw he was giving me a thumbs up.

"Good boy." I said, just as I began cumming in his battered throat. I held my cock inside for a bit, so as not to miss a second of the best orgasm of my life, then pulled out to finally let him breathe. He immediately sat up and coughed and sputtered. I got up and threw him a towel, which he used to wipe the mess from his face, and the load from his tummy that he apparently produced while I was face fucking him.

We didn't talk much after that, but it was clear that I was an ally for him and his gay nature. He just sat around the room studying for classes and playing on his phone the rest of the day, with the biggest smile on his face and occasionally glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. I left to hang out with some girls, honestly a bit relieved that I'd finally gotten some action, but also wanting to keep my toes in the water with the girlies in the hall.

Yet, I came home that night without having any sex. Jack was asleep facing the wall on his side of the room, and I didn't want to jerk off with him there, so I just passed out. I woke up with a sore throat, and didn't even notice for a few seconds that Jack was sucking my cock again.

Just like that day before, this gay little teen twink I had as a roommate had decided he needed some of my cock to get his morning started. I didn't really want to make this a habit, but it felt too good to stop him. Given, I hadn't cum in about twenty-four hours, which for me was like waiting a year. Once I stirred and he saw I was awake, he crawled fully onto my bed and hovered his body over me while he was sucking me. His dick was in my face, and I sort of touched it a bit, which he seemed to like. But, I wasn't here for his pleasure, just for mine, so I threw him onto his back again and brutally nailed his throat for about thirty seconds before I came. I know that seems quick, but that's normal for me if it's been a whole day since my last nut. When I pulled out I squeezed the last of my cum onto his lips, then spit on his face for good measure. He grabbed what he could off his face and rubbed it into his cock. His eyes stayed open, and staring at my cock as he jerked himself to a little girly orgasm, moaning high pitched almost like a whine. I was so intrigued by his lack of masculinity that I leaned into it, grabbing his neck a bit and even pinching a nipple, as he came onto his slender, soft little tummy.

"I guess this is good morning," I said, as he was catching his breath.