by Ann Lister
I finished up my salad and walked across the quad to get back to my room with Brick’s turkey sandwich in my hand. I unlocked our shared dorm room and was surprised to see he was almost completely finished putting his things away. I cautiously stepped closer to him and handed him his food, then sat down on my bed.
“Thanks for getting this, man,” Brick said as he sat down on his bed and unwrapped his sub. “I’m so fucking hungry right now. I haven’t eaten since breakfast.” He spread the paper wrapper across his lap and lifted the hefty sandwich to his mouth.
His moans of pleasure sure got my attention and it caused me to shift on the bed. I needed busy work, something to distract me from staring at what I guessed his fuck-faces probably looked like. This is when I also noticed how gorgeous Brick was with his tanned skin and green eyes and a little beard stubble that I knew would feel nice on certain spots of my body.
Shut it down, shut it down!
“How’d you get a nickname like Lace?” Brick asked me while chewing his bite of food.
I was busy watching the sexy way his throat moved when he chewed and almost missed his question. “Oh, I’m a dance major and work a lot with lace ribbons,” I explained. “The name stuck and it fits my personality.”
“You’re a dancer?” he asked and took another bite.
Was he chewing slowly or was I imagining him doing it in slow-motion?
“My specialty is acrobatic forms of dance similar to what you’d see at a Cirque du Soleil show,” I said. “That’s what I want to do once I graduate.”
“That explains your… flexibility,” he said and his cheeks pinked up with embarrassment. “Speaking of your bendy-ness, I’m sorry I walked in on you earlier.”
I waved him off and felt my own face heat. “No worries,” I scoffed. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“I’ve got brothers and I’ve seen some crazy shit, but what you were doing was…something else,” he said and ran a hand through his hair and seemed to be contemplating his next words. “I know this is personal and we just met, but I gotta ask. Are you able to suck yourself off because you’re so limber?”
“I am,” I answered and looked away.
“Holy shit! That’s fucking awesome,” Brick almost cheered his words. “If I could reach my own dick, I’d never leave my room.”
“Are you gay?” I asked him.
“No, I’m straight,” Brick said. “Why? Is that a problem?”
“Most straight guys I know would never think of sucking their own dicks, whether they could reach them or not,” I said. “That’s why I asked.”
“Are you gay?” Brick asked me.
“I am,” I admitted. “I love sucking cock, regardless if it’s mine or a hookup. Are you going to have a problem with that?”
“Nope, not at all,” Brick said. “Although it does bring us back around to needing some kind of a signal we could leave on the door, so that if you’re in here with a dude or I want to bang my girl we won’t be walking in on each other.”
“How about we just send each other a quick text message instead?” I asked and held out my phone for him. “Put your digits into my phone and I’ll text you mine.”
Brick tapped away on my phone and handed it back to me. “Can I ask you something else?”
“I suppose so,” I said.
“What was the video camera for?” Brick asked.
“I’m a performer, so I sometimes record my routines to checkout my technique on certain moves,” I explained.
“But, weren’t you blowing yourself?” Brick asked. “Not dancing.”
“Haven’t you ever recorded yourself in action?” I asked. I wasn’t ready to tell him about my website and the members only page.
“Yeah, once or twice,” he said with a grin.
“Then you understand my motivation,” I said.
Brick finished his sandwich and stood from the bed to throw out his trash. It gave me an opportunity to check him out and I have to say I certainly liked what I saw. He was muscled like a football player but since this was a performing arts college, I knew he wasn’t here for sports.
“What is your major?” I asked him.
“Oh, I thought I mentioned that detail,” he said. “I’m a drummer and already have a band but my parents insisted on me going to college first to get an education. I got them to compromise on the kind of college I went to and they agreed I could go to a school for music, so here I am.”
“A drummer?” I asked.
“Yeah, but don’t worry about the racket,” he said. “I’ll use my drum pads in the room or save my practice sessions for the band rooms on campus.”
“I’m not worried about the noise,” I said. “I was just curious about the instrument. Do you play more than drums?”
“I can play a ton of different instruments, but the drums are my first love,” Brick said.
My phone pinged with a new message and I glanced to see it was from my friend, Mitch, wanting to meet up with me later to work on some moves in the dance studio. I sent a quick message back to him to decline for today because I realized I was enjoying Brick’s company and didn’t want to leave.
“Can I watch you sometime?” Brick asked in a soft, tentative voice.
“Excuse me?”
“I mean, I’m not trying to be pervy but seeing you do that to yourself was like a shot of adrenaline right to my dick,” Brick said. “I got an instant boner.”
“You want to watch me jack-off?” I asked in shock.
“Well, no. I mean yes but not specifically…that,” Brick babbled.
“What the hell are you asking, Brick?”
He sighed loudly. “The blowing part, that’s what I want to watch you do,” he blurted.
“You want to watch a guy suck a dick,” I repeated.
“More specifically, I want to watch you suck your own dick,” Brick clarified.
“Seriously?” I asked and Brick nodded furiously. “And what will you be doing while I’m sucking on myself?”
“I’d be watching — of course, and maybe jerking myself off or something,” Brick said. “I wasn’t even aware a guy could do that to himself until I saw you in that position and now, I can’t stop thinking about it.”
He was pacing the room while he rambled off his thoughts and my eyes caught on the impressive bulge he had tenting the front of his pants. It seemed Brick was turned on from simply talking about this which made me wonder how much fun Brick could be while he was exploring his voyeuristic side with me. All kinds of naughty visuals quickly began to fire off inside my brain.
“For a straight guy you seem to be pretty open-minded about gay sex,” I stated.
Brick shrugged at my comment. “I’ve always kept an open mind about sex in general,” he said. “If it feels good, why dismiss something? Besides, I’ve got gay friends and one of my brother’s is gay.”
“But I’m guessing you don’t watch them get off with themselves or another dude. Right?”
“No, but I’ve listened to them talk about some of the things they’ve done with their hookups and it didn’t offend me, in fact, it was kind of a turn on to hear the details,” Brick said with mirth. “Sex is supposed to be fun and feel good. I beat off all the time, so if we’re going to be living together chances are, we’re going to see each other at some point rubbing one out. It’s a basic bodily need. My roommate from freshman year was a douche and insisted I only jerk off in the bathroom. Sometimes I didn’t feel like walking that far just to get off before I started my day. Are you going to be cool with that?”
I burst out laughing and Brick’s face turned beet red. “Dude, getting off is my favorite thing to do in the whole world and we’ve already established I love dick, so please feel free to tug on your tool anytime the urge strikes you.”
Brick studied me for a minute. He lifted one eyebrow and then without any warning, he pulled down his zipper, fished out his enormous cock, and started jerking off right in front of me. “Thank fuck you�
��re cool with it because I need to take care of this,” he huffed as his hand pumped on his erection. “I’ve been hard as stone since I walked in on you.”
My eyes were glued to that thick, flushed rod being thrust through his tight fist. I was so hard myself, and seated as I was, I was uncomfortably bent. I undid my own pants and pulled out my cock and started to jerk it in a rhythm that matched Brick’s. His eyes dropped to my dick and I was staring holes through his while we worked ourselves closer to orgasm.
“Fuckkk, I’m close,” Brick announced. He reached down with his free hand and started tugging on his sac while his other hand added a twisting motion to his strokes.
Even though I had gotten off a few hours ago in the bathroom, I was already on the edge of coming again— and having an audience so keenly tuned into every slide of my fist had me ridiculously aroused at a level I wasn’t sure was possible until this very moment. It made me wonder if Brick was always this adventurous or if this was all new to him. He might end up being the most perfect roommate ever if this kind of action continued on a regular basis. Could I possibly be that lucky?
Brick shot first and I followed him a couple of seconds later. I aimed for the floor and watched as my jizz landed in stripes over his on the linoleum.
“Dude, that was epic,” Brick said as he tucked himself away and reached for a roll of paper towels sitting on his desk to clean up our mess.
“Do you do that a lot with an audience?” I asked him while I zipped up my shorts and adjusted the rest of my clothing.
“I’ve beat off with my friends before while we were watching porn together,” Brick admitted. “It’s no big deal.”
No big deal? Brick was the only straight dude I’d met who was open-minded enough to feel completely comfortable showing a gay dude his dick — and trust me, I was drooling over the thick rod he held in his hand like it was my last meal. There’s no way he missed that particular observation where I was watching him with such lustful intent, yet he said it was no big deal.
If this event truly was as insignificant as Brick implied, then my semester just got a whole lot more interesting.
Chapter Three
Brick and I settled into a routine of sorts over the next couple of days as we learned to comfortably share the room. I think we were both acting on our best behavior especially Brick, since we’d gotten off — no pun intended with an unusual start to us rooming together. I kind of hoped he’d suggest we repeat our voyeuristic masturbation session from the beginning of the week, but he’d made no attempts whatsoever.
It was now Thursday, and I could sense him coiling tighter with tension and wondered what he would do to loosen himself. Would he go see his girlfriend to work off his sexual frustration or perhaps he’d initiate another jerk-off session with me? I’d be down for doing something with him again, but he’d have to be the one to make the first move. No way was I crossing that line with a legit straight boy — even one as open-minded as Brick.
I was slipping into my workout clothes on Friday when the door to our room burst open and Brick marched inside, slamming the door behind him.
“I need to watch you again,” he blurted in a rush of words.
He’d made his request so fast it took my brain a moment to understand what he meant. “You mean, right now?”
“Sure, why not? Unless you’re…busy?” he asked.
I was on my way over to the dance studio but now that he’d thrown this suggestion at my feet, my workout could wait. I was far more interested in getting naked with Brick than practicing my muscle control in a mirrored room by myself.
“What exactly do you want to watch me do?” I asked him as I set down my gym bag on the floor.
“I want to see you do what you were doing the other day — when I walked in on you,” Brick explained.
There was no missing the flush in his cheeks and the massive tent his erection was making in his jeans. He was serious aroused by his idea. “You want to watch me blow myself?” I asked.
“Yes, I need to see you do that again, so bad,” Brick pleaded. His hand disappeared beneath the waistband of his athletic pants and he began to stroke himself.
My eyes were glued to his hand working behind the fabric of his pants. I licked my lips and pulled the t-shirt I was wearing over my head and tossed it onto my bed. I held his hot gaze while I pushed off my spandex leggings and my cock sprang free to slap against my stomach. I wanted him to see how hard I was, so he fully understood what his special request would mean. He’d be seeing all of me while I fucked my own mouth to orgasm. Last time, he saw me come from jerking off. This time he’d see me take my own load on my tongue. I wanted him to be sure he could handle that because once I started this, I wasn’t going to stop before I got my happy ending.
“Why don’t you sit down on your bed,” I suggested. “I need to warm up and do some stretches first.”
I was happy to see he pushed off his track pants before he sat down. Now he was as naked as I was, and his fist continued to slowly stroke his thick shaft. I wanted to stare at him but that’s not what he wanted. His request was to watch me suck my own cock which meant I needed to get myself limbered up in order to reach my dick.
I started on the bed rolling my feet and legs over head to loosen and stretch my spine. I used a rocking motion at first until I was able to hold the position with my core muscles. It only took a few minutes before I was ready. My cock was already dripping pre-come and I reached up to lick the sticky tip with my tongue. I circled my head with my tongue and couldn’t wait to get to work but I wanted to be sure Brick could see me.
“Move to the side of the bed,” I suggested. “You’ll be able to see what I’m doing better.”
Brick moved quickly and his stroking action never faltered. “Do you actually stick it in your mouth, or can you only reach enough to lick?” he asked.
“I can get about half of my dick in my mouth,” I said and swallowed as much of my shaft as I could, and Brick moaned.
“Fuckkk, that looks incredible. “I bet it feels amazing too.”
“It does which is why I do this a lot,” I admitted.
“Do you do anything else, like stroke while you suck?” he asked.
“Sometimes I play with my hole,” I said.
“Can I watch you do that?” he requested.
“I need lube,” I informed him. “It’s on my desk. Get it and squirt some on me and I’ll rub it in.”
I wasn’t sure if Brick would do what I asked but I continued to push my cock in and out of my mouth. I saw Brick move and smiled around my mouthful. He returned to the side of the bed with the tube of lube and squirted some on his fingers.
“What do I do with the lube?” he asked.
“Well, I was going to tell you to hold the tube above my hole and just squirt a little out, but you’ve already got it on your fingers,” I stated the obvious. “Can you smear what you’ve got on your fingers onto my ass cheek? I can work it into my hole from there.”
Brick watched me suck myself for several seconds while he silently jerked on his shaft. The lube was still on his fingers and I kept waiting to feel him wipe it off onto my ass cheek or the back of my thigh, but he didn’t.
“Are you okay with me touching you?” he asked.
“You can do whatever you want to me,” I answered.
“Seriously? Anything?” he questioned.
I peered out at him from under my pretzel position. “What did you have in mind?” I asked tentatively.
“Can you suck us both at the same time?” he asked.
I loved the way this guy’s brain worked but I couldn’t be certain he meant what he said. Did he really want a gay guy bobbing on his cock? “Are you sure you want me to blow you?” I asked. “I mean, don’t you have a girlfriend for that?”
“She’s just someone I see every once in a while, mainly for sex,” Brick said. “Not a girlfriend in the sense you’re thinking, and you’ve got me so fucking horny I need…something, I just don
’t know exactly what.”
“What do you feel like doing to me?” I asked him. “I gave you permission to touch. Do whatever you feel comfortable doing.”
“But I’ve never done any of this with a dude,” Brick clarified.
“I know and it’s okay, just go with whatever urge hits you,” I said then adjusted my leg to enable him to move in closer.
A couple of seconds passed before I felt his slick fingers touch the back of my thigh then his hand inched closer to my exposed hole. He reached for the tube of lube again and the tip of his wet cock dragged across my leg when he did. I moaned at the touch and Brick stepped closer to press his erection to my leg while he squirted more lube on his fingers. I held my breath wondering if he was going to use the lube to stroke himself or slick his fingers to push into my hole. I wanted to beg him to slide them inside of me, but this had to be his decision.
“Your coarse leg hair feels funny against my shaft,” Brick said.
“Funny good?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s not bad, just different but I like it,” he admitted.
“Then keep doing it,” I suggested.
He rocked into my leg and I went back to sucking my dick, trying to take it deeper with each thrust, and then I felt his cool fingers at my entrance. They circled the rim a few times and then his index finger eased in a bit.
“Damn, so fucking good,” I mumbled and felt a pulse of Brick’s pre-come seep onto my leg where he was humping.
“This is crazy hot,” Brick said. I looked up at him and saw the sexy way he was biting his lip with such concentration on fingering my hole.
“Go in a little deeper and curl your finger a bit,” I instructed. “You’ll make me come.”
“Like this?” he asked as he lightly touched my prostate and I saw stars.
“Oh God!” I cried out and Brick pulled his finger back. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”
