Marty and I were still a very devoted couple, but we grew closer to my roommate, Adam. The first time Adam saw what we were packing seemed to open his eyes to a whole new world...something forbidden...but something he couldn't deny. We observed him shift from acceptance to casual experimentation...to insatiable, submissive need...and it all happened within three or four weeks.
He was still fucking his girlfriend every chance he got, but with her approval he eagerly pursued cock (which meant Marty and I). He was infatuated...big, flaccid, heavy and swinging...thick, rock-hard, upright and bobbing...it didn't matter...he loved cock. From the start, Marty and I were fairly sure that we appeared regularly in his fantasies...we even joked about it, and we found our intuitions were spot-on.
Eagerly embracing his lust, Adam was enamored with all the opportunities when Marty and I were shacking up. He especially loved it because we'd often invite him into our bedroom...but it didn't stop there. As roommates we talked a lot about things, especially during his change...and I remember whenever he heard the telltale gurgles of Marty's throat, he knew exactly what was happening and wished it was his throat. He shared with me, that after the first time he watched us fuck, it dominated his fantasies...and again, he wished he was bottom. He wanted to immerse himself in that limitless man-on-man libido he'd only just discovered.
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I was finishing up my shower when Adam knocked, "Sorry, gotta pee...coming in."
Watching him through the shower door, my eyes traced the lean, sculpted muscle of his shoulders and torso. I enjoyed watching his fit, muscled body as he directed the stream, with his dick hanging flaccid and heavy in his hand. My eyes savored the way muscles flexed with his movements, especially his butt when he was finishing. The pronounced curve was beautiful to look at but even more so, when it was in your gripping hands...and impaled on your dick.
I hardly moved, absorbing every detail like a treasured photo stored in my memory. The moment was so masculine and quietly mesmerizing, as he was finishing and shaking it.
Of course, I'd swelled to a semi, when he turned to face me, and I grinned, pressing my cock against the glass.
He nodded, "I can...uh...help'ya with that...I'm lookin' for some breakfast."
Opening the door, I grinned, "Well, I got some right here...hand me that towel and go for it."
As soon as I stepped out, he dropped to his knees...close enough to feel the heat radiating from my body. In a way, this moment had been in his thoughts, ever since he'd first caught a glimpse of me in this same shower.
As Adam accepted his sexuality, I knew those thoughts were becoming more and more frequent, and now he was eagerly wrapping his fingers around a man's cock.
With each pulsing bob, the shaft grew, yearning for his lips, as he kissed it and eagerly swirled his tongue over the head.
The throbbing against his tongue intoxicated him with insatiable desire, as he parted his lips, taking the head into his mouth. Wasting no time, he bobbed his lips up and down the shaft, trying to work his tongue over every inch of it.
The subtle taste of showered flesh was quickly replaced with a warm flow of arousal, dripping from the slit. Adam took more than half into his mouth, stretching his mouth wide to accommodate the shaft, and teasing his throat with the head.
He bobbed his lips over the shaft, as I gripped the back of his head, urging him to keep his throat in the game and go as deep as he could.
I groaned, gently bucking my hips, "Fuckkkk, you're good at that!"
I knew he couldn't throat it, but he kept banging his throat with the head...and his lips were definitely picking up the slack. Stretched tight, and sensuously caressing the shaft, they were quickly overwhelming me with pleasure. That went on for maybe a few minutes, and took me to the very brink, before Marty was standing just outside the bathroom, "Fuck, I gotta piss!"
I smiled at him, "Get in here and help with breakfast."
He stepped inside, "What? Help with breakfast?" Then a smirk came over his face, "Oh, help with breakfast...a sausage breakfast...but I still gotta pee."
I looked into his eyes, "You always like it...go for it." Pointing at Adam, "He might like it."
Marty had to go, and immediately pulled it out, pushing his underwear down. He had a big piss hardon...upright, rock hard and ready to cut loose with a flood.
Despite the disappointment of having me pull out, Adam, realizing his good fortune, eagerly reached out to grab them both. Savoring each throbbing handful, he sensuously stroked the shafts, nearly oblivious to the urgency of Marty's release.
I watched Marty relax his muscles, as the dribble became a thick stream. When the golden warmth drenched Adam's shoulder, he let go of my cock and grabbed Marty's. That when he directed it at his tongue, moaning and sputtering as he sprayed himself, "Fuck...fuck yeah...gimme that piss...gimme all that piss!"
Spraying it all over his mouth, and then his chest, he attempted to bend it further, but it wouldn't yield...and he held it on his tongue and slurped.
Marty's body flexed and shuddered, as Adam looked up into his eyes, "Mmmm...mmmm, yeahhhhhh...yeahhhhh!"
The hot stream, splashing over his tongue, was warm and salty, but it quickly dwindled, and he got the last pulsing trickles. In a way, I couldn't believe Adam was so into watersports; I knew Marty was, but here Adam was...on his knees and drinking piss like there was no tomorrow.
Once Marty squeezed out the last drops, his erection bobbed upright, standing tall, and we looked like bookends, when he moved next to me. That's where Adam eagerly took one in each hand, again, and started stroking.
Mine was leaking from the tip, and he took it back into his mouth, slurping, sucking and gurgling...his tongue caressed the shaft, savoring everything about it, as his senses exploded.
He went after it, pummeling his throat to near submission, with me moaning, "Oh fuck...Adam...take it...take that meat...mmmm, take it!"
Marty pressed his big dick into Adam's face, dragging its veiny girth over his cheek; throbbing and pulsing with need, it got Adam's attention, and he switched, driving Marty's cock back through his lips. He went back and forth like that several times, till we were both ready to explode, and he felt me swelling in that one last thrust.
He clamped his lips tight, as my whole body shuddered, flooding his tongue with rich, fertile warmth. His eyes locked with mine as it pulsed in his lips, coating his mouth with seed. Pulse after pulse sprayed over his tongue and he started swallowing, but I gripped tight, keeping him impaled and sucking, till I was done.
Hardly able to breathe, and groaning with deep, pleasured moans, I watched him joyously gulp down the hot, creamy breakfast.
He took great pleasure in giving pleasure, and I was finishing with gentle thrusts, but relaxing my grip on his head. He pulled back some, holding the head in his lips, and savoring the last remaining drops.
When he started jacking harder, his release came on fast, shooting a thick spray over the floor. He screamed into my cock, "Fuuuuuuuccccckkkkk," as he worked his way through a shuddering release.
