His Roommate's Eyes
By: Pi-Zero
Nate jumped up as the door clicked shut. Scott wouldn’t be back from wrestling practice until at least 10:00. He couldn’t understand why Scott would voluntarily subject himself to that torture, though it did make him beautiful and served Nate’s purposes just fine. Luckily Scott’s coach wasn’t one of those that made athletes act stupid to get into lower weight classes, so Scott wasn’t sick or anything.
Nate stepped over to the other side of the room, carefully traversing the clothing and book-covered floor. He approached Scott’s bed tentatively, listening for the telltale pounding of Scott bolting back for a water bottle or some other forgotten object. It remained silent. Nate stepped around Scott’s strewn clothing, searching.
Finally, he spied what he was looking for. Stooping quickly, he snagged it and sped back across the room, practically leaping onto his bed. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath before examining his prize. Briefly he thanked the heavens that his roommate was so beautiful and so clueless. He’d never know.
He stared at the delicate wrinkled lines for a while before bringing it to his face. He inhaled deeply from the stained pouch of Scott’s jock. Oh, what a find! Scott usually kept all his wrestling gear in his locker at the gym so this was truly rare. He inhaled the heady aroma and imagined himself between Scott’s built legs, looking up pleadingly at his beautiful blond roommate begging to be allowed to taste of the glory that rested between those legs.
His dick had leaped to attention at the first sniff and was raging now. Gently, Nate released it from the prison of his shorts at boxers, which were making a large and painful tent. He slipped his hand around and under his mattress, pulling out a rubber-banded bundle of pictures. With Scott’s jock still resting over his nose he began to flip through the pictures. They were all pictures of his gorgeous roommate.
He had amassed an impressive collection of about twenty pictures. Many were pictures of Scott sleeping, which he did in the buff, though most of those had sheets over what Nate really wanted to see. But there were a few others, one of Scott standing naked in the middle of the room that Nate had taken from the bathroom when Scott had thought he was alone. He slowly flipped through these with one hand while beginning to caress himself with his other.
He built slowly, fighting to keep back the final eruption, but it was over all too quickly. With the smell of Scott’s sweaty crotch surrounding his face he came like a storm. Cum rocketed out of his spasming cock and sprayed all over him with a force he hadn’t experienced since his first jack-off sessions when he was a teenager. It went on, and on, and on. He felt like he would cum out his entire insides. When it finally subsided, he fell back exhausted. Without thinking about it, he let his eyes droop and he drifted easily into sleep, dreaming of carnal acts surrounded by the smell of Scott.
He started awake as he heard Scott’s voice, “What the FUCK?!” He jerked up into a sitting position to find Scott standing at the foot of his bed glaring at him, wearing his gym shorts and a sweaty t-shirt. He stammered, “I… I… I can explain Scott.” Still glaring at Nate, Scott began to strip off his clothes, “No need you little shit, it’s pretty obvious. Did you think I didn’t know you were taking pictures of me? You think I don’t notice your eyes boring into my back and butt every time I change?” He was down to his jock and his eyes drilled into Nate, “You just thought of me as meat, some jack-off fantasy for you. You where just hoping someday I’d get ass-over-head drunk or something so you could rape me in my sleep.” Scott paused, waiting for a denial but Nate could not provide it. Scott went on, leaning in over Nate, rage burning, “You disgust me! Thought I was just some stupid ass jock, didn’t you? That I wouldn’t notice? Well let me tell you I get better grades than you, you stupid shit. DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU TO TALK TO ME?!?!? For your information, you fucking asswipe, I HAPPEN to be bi. If you had ASKED, you might have found out that I currently have a BOYFRIEND.” Nate was taken aback, he hadn’t ever thought, “I… I’m sorry, I just…” Scott interrupted, “You just PRESUMED I was some idiot homophobic jock. You just WANTED into my pants and presumed I wouldn’t let you. That’s it. That’s fucking it! You wanted into my pants, you’re going to get more than you asked for you little fucker.” He reached down and grabbed the strap of his jock. If Nate had thought he would take it off he was wrong. He tore it straight off with a resounding rip.
Nate was confused, he had thought Scott was about to beat the shit out of him and now it seemed like he was offering sex. Tentatively he sat up a little and reached out towards Scott’s crotch. Scott slapped his hand away and pushed him hard in the chest, knocking him back into a prone position, “Nuh uh shithead. You treated me like a piece of meat, now it’s your turn.” With that, he gripped Nate’s ankles and dragged him down the bed, pushing Nate’s feet into his crotch.
Again Nate shook his head in confusion, after the meat comment, hye had expected to be forced into anal sex or something. He couldn’t see very well but Scott was grunting and it felt like he was pushing his half hard cock against Nate’s feet. As Scott thrust, his precum began to coat Nate’s feet and warm them. Finally Nate managed to get his head up enough to get a better view.
Scott was in fact thrusting against his feet, but the grunting was not due to a foot fetish. Scott’s dick was now fully hard and oozing precum everywhere. That, however, was not the strange part. No, the strange part was that Nate’s big toes were pressed together and SURROUNDED BY SCOTT’S PISS SLIT!
Scott noticed that Nate had shifted and looked down. He grinned, “You’re going to get in my pants in a way you never intended.” Before Nate could respond he tightened his grip on Nate’s ankles and pulled hard, sliding him down the bead a foot. As he did this he groaned and all the muscles in his body clenched. Nate looked again, Scott’s dick was now wrapped around his ankles, still oozing precum profusely, lubing him up! “This is ridiculous! This must be a dream! Dick’s don’t stretch like that!” Nate began to convince himself it was a dream. He could see the outline of his feet in Scott’s dick, which was grossly stretched around him. This simply wasn’t possible in the real world, so it must be a dream.
Scott began a rhythmic thrusting of his hips, pulling Nate all the time. Grunt, thrust, he slipped up to Nate’s calves. Groan, push, his dick was wrapped around Nate’s knees. “Still so sure it’s a dream Nate?” Scott grunted, having trouble controlling himself with most of Nate’s legs twitching inside him. He groaned hugely, biceps bulging as he forced his roommate deeper. Nate shook his head in disbelief at the scene laid before him. Nate’s own dick and balls rested on the horrifically distended tip of Scott’s, but he seemed to vanish another eight inches in at the base of Scott’s dick. “This is impossible! Where did my feet go! This has to be a dream!” Scott smiled again, “My family has been wizards for thousands of years. These types of things can only be done to those who deserve it. Believe it Natey boy. It’s real.”
Nate began to panic. As impossible as this situation was, Scott seemed so sure of himself, and it didn’t seem like something he’d dream up. He grabbed al Scott’s piss slit, trying to halt the strange mouth from continuing to inch its way up his body. Unfortunately for him, Scott thrust forward, hard, at the same time he did this. The huge quantities of precum caused Nate’s hands to slip with little result as Scott’s hip lunged forwards. As a result instead of freedom he just ended up with his arms trapped by his sides and Scott’s dick wrapped around his waist, his dick and balls still a visible lump.
Scott leaned down, lying himself on top of Nate so his dick wasn’t pulled outward from his body any more. His face was even with Nate’s. He continued to thrust his hips as he played with Nate’s hair and ran fingers along his ears. A few thrusts and Nate’s head was even with his chest and the position became awkward again.
Scott rolled over, pulling Nate with him. Grunting a little, Nate was not a tiny man, he swung his legs over the bed and heaved himself up. He wrapped his arms around what was left of Nate, cradling him against his chest. Anyone who entered right now would have seen two men, one significantly shorter than the other, holding each other, except that one man’s torso ended at waist level.
No longer needing to push or pull, Scott let gravity take over. He flexed his dick, groaning at the feeling of having an entire man stretching him to his limits. As Nate continued to squirm it only heightened Scott’s pleasure, causing his cock to jump, drawing him in to the base of his chest. Scott groaned almost continuously now, sweat pouring off him as every muscle tensed over and over again. Nate’s chest slipped into Scott. Scott released his hold on Nate and squatted, hands on the floor. His hips thrust upward, dick straining. With a slurp, Nate’s shoulders vanished.
And there Nate was, between Scott’s built legs, looking up pleadingly at his beautiful blond roommate. Unfortunately for him he wasn’t pleading to taste the glory of Scott’s manhood, he was begging NOT to, “Please Scott, I didn’t mean it. I’ll be good. I’ll do anything!” Scott looked down at the head of his roommate protruding between his legs. He laughed, “I don’t think so Nate. You had your chance. It’s too late now. Besides, I’m enjoying this. Goodbye.” And with that he started flexing faster. Slip, Nate’s chin vanished. Thrust, his cries were muffled as Scott engulfed him to the nose. Grrrrooooaaan, the crown of his head slipped down between the two red hills of Scott’s cock tip. And with a shudder of Scott’s body, Nate was gone.
Now it was Scott’s turn to cry out. The final slide of his roommate was too much to take. His whole body shuddered and he came in a fountain. Cum gushed everywhere, leaving him panting. “Well, I guess I need a new roommate now don’t I? Maybe this one can keep his eyes to himself.”