Date: Wed, 16 Dec 2015 00:59:31 +0000 From: Brian Porter Subject: Becoming my Flatmates' Bitch part 5 Becoming my Flatmates' Bitch By Brian Porter M/m, college, reluctance, non-reciprocation, mild domination (one-way sex). Posted at Nifty.org, please donate so we can keep posting and reading nice and exciting erotic stories for our entertainment. Please, visit: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Part 05 - - - - - - - - Since that day, I wouldn't dress anything but my underwear whenever I was at home. As Brian had said, in the beginning I felt weird and cold, but eventually I got used to it. And as I had imagined, Adam would see me in my undies sooner or later. I was lucky that when he first saw me. I was alone as Brian was out, probably still having classes. I was on the couch, watching TV when I heard someone unlocking the door. I thought it was Brian, since Adam never arrived home so early. If I knew it was Adam, I'd have run to my room to hide from him. Adam stepped inside the flat to find me, worried and ashamed, in my boxers. He stayed there looking at me for at least 30 seconds, completely silent and, unexpectedly, he smiled. He asked me if I was ok. Well, I could understand his question because we both knew that that wasn't my favorite outfit when I was at home, but I quickly managed to explain that I had no clean clothes and that I didn't see any problem to be home in my undies. I asked him if it bothered him and he just said: `course not.' I think he understood I was just trying to relax and, as Brian said, we were all men there. After that, Adam continued his routine. He'd still be almost all the time away, and when at home he'd be locked in his room. I couldn't feel better. I didn't want him to see me like that all the time. Brian, on the other hand, was always watching me. I'd be there, half naked, and he would be fully dressed either watching me or having me stroking his meat. The days were passing by not as fast as I wanted. It's been a week since I started showing my briefs everyday at home to both my flatmates to see. I think I couldn't feel my arms anymore after jerking off Brian for hours with no stop. Sometimes, he wouldn't let me go to the toilet or eat just to keep stroking his dick. One day, I complained to Brian that we should have a break, maybe one or two days for me to recover, but he said that that wasn't the plan. I've agreed to jerk him off for thirty days with no pause whatsoever. He even said he was sorry but a deal is a deal. Two days later, I complained again then he said he would try to think of a way to make things easier for me. I think that other two days had passed by when he came home holding three bags full of clothes and other stuff. `I think I found out a solution for your sore arms' he announced. `What's that?' I couldn't feel relieved. I knew every time Brian appeared with something new I'd need to do something else for him. `Just gimme a minute so I can change my clothes' he said throwing the bag at me. When I opened the bag, I found a box of surgical gloves. I was opening the box when he got out of his room, wearing an old t-shirt and new sweatpants that were probably inside the other bags he took with him to his room. He came closer and sat next to me on the couch. `What are these gloves for?' I swear I didn't have a clue of his intentions. `Well, you complain your arms hurt because you are jerking me, right? They hurt because you're stroking my cock over my pants...' `Hey, I said I'll never touch your dick' I interrupted him, now aware of what he wanted. `I know, I ain't stupid. That's why I had to think about a solution to make things easier for you. So I figured out you could wear those gloves and touch my dick. It's not like you're touching it' he explained quite seriously. Brian was usually serious, trying to keep that persona of a jock who couldn't stand fags. In his mind, everything he was doing was to help me out, to make sure I wasn't a fag. `I'm not sure about it...' `Wait, there's more. I don't want to be naked either. Two guys half naked under the same roof would sound weird, right?' I didn't answer, and he didn't give me time to think of an answer. `I think your biggest fear about jerking me under the pants is seeing my cock. Maybe you don't feel comfortable about doing that, so I thought I should buy new pants like this one. See?' he pointed to his crotch. `They have flies. So all you have to do is unbutton two or three buttons, put your hand inside and jerk me off. You don't need to see anything' I didn't like his idea at all. I'd be crossing my limits once again for him. If I crossed this line, soon he would be pushing me even further. He knew I was deeply concerned about his new plans and about to say no, so he continued with his persuasion. `Dude, that's the biggest proof you can give to a man that you ain't a fag. You are touching his dick and not getting hard. It'll make me have no doubts about your sexuality' he said quite emphatically. `Brian, this is going too far...' `Bullshit, just give it a try. You're so full of shit. Saying no even before trying it. I swear your arms won't feel sore anymore. Think about that. You're so bitchy complaining about everything all the time. Such a pussy' Despite calling me bitchy and pussy, it would be great not to have my arms hurting anymore. I couldn't go on for other 3 weeks or so if we didn't change things a little bit. I was already having problems to write my essays and even type my work. For more disgusting that that could be, I had to consider his suggestion. He got the box with the gloves from me, opened it and took one from inside. `Here, gimme your hand' Without thinking much, I gave him my right hand. Quickly he put the glove on it and even adjusted it between my fingers. `Now, unbutton my flies' he ordered, not really suggesting anything anymore. `I don't know if...' `Bitch, just do it. Give it a try. If you feel it's not easier for you then you just get back to what you were doing before. I'm trying to help you, damn it' he yelled, scaring me a little bit. How could this guy be so dominating and demanding? I decided I had no other option but to try that. I was considering it again. Well, I wouldn't be seeing his dick, and with the gloves there was no problem. It was just like I used to do before with his dick under his pants. Nothing that I haven't done before. I started unbuttoning his sweatpants. His cock was already hard as usual. I tried not to look at it, but I couldn't help seeing the lower part of his dick, where the shaft connects with the balls. All I can say is that it was thick indeed. `Now put your hand inside. Quick!' I think he didn't want me to give time to think that over. In the position I was, I couldn't do that, so I had to kneel down again between his legs. I put my left hand on his left thigh and inserted my right hand inside his flies feeling his cock there for the first time. Even with the gloves, I could feel how hot it was. I could also feel it throbbing in my fingers as I've never felt before. Slowly, I started to pump it up and down. `That's it, bitch. Tell me if it's not easier. I'm sure it is' he put his hands behind his head and watched me kneeled down between his legs with my right hand inside his flies, grabbing his thick cock. I still didn't know but it seemed easier indeed `Yeah, I think so' `Nice. That's how we'll be doing this from now on. There's no way back, got it?' That was the deal. Whenever I did something new, I'd have to keep doing that even if I regretted it later. So I nodded. `Deal?' he asked, still looking in my eyes. `Deal' I mumbled, not sure of that. So this would be how I'd be stroking him from now on. I think that the best part of jerking him directly is that he didn't take too long to cum. Maybe only ten minutes and he was squirting under his pants. That was another advantage of the gloves, I wouldn't have his cum touching my hands at all. Well, maybe it wasn't a bad idea after all. As usual, he stood up, changed his pants for clean ones and gave me the dirty one to wash. When he sat down, I sat by his side, and put my hand with gloves inside his flies, but I noticed that in that position I wouldn't be able to jerk him off properly. I could try to put my hand through the waistband but then I'd be touching his dick head and maybe even seeing it. I could try to use my left hand but I couldn't pump his meat with that hand. I think he noticed how concerned I was. `Yeah, that's the only problem about my idea. You'll have to stay all the time on your knees between my legs. But that's not too bad. Fags must be on their knees before real man' `I ain't a fag, you know that...' `I don't know anything. That's why we're doing this, right?' he asked not really interested in listening what I thought. I was now seriously considering to get back to what we were doing before when he said, `but think this is only for two or three weeks.' Suddenly he was thinking about me again. `At least you won't have your arms and hands sore and I think the rug is pretty comfortable. Besides, you can't go back on our new deal anyway' I really couldn't go on with my hands hurting, so I went back to my knees realizing that I had to get used to that position and watch his face as I jerked him off. `I bet you are hard' he said now slightly smiling for the first time. `No, I'm not' I protested, trying to show him my crotch but he wasn't interested in seeing it. `The problem of this position is that I can't check if you are hard or not' he said while he thought of a solution to that issue. `Wait, I think I got an idea' Damn! Another idea. He buttoned up his sweatpants and came with two mirrors he had in his room. That was becoming very weird. He put one in front of my knees, against the couch. He asked me to hold it, while he looked for a glue. He came back with it and glued the mirror in the lower part of the couch. Then he took the other mirror and put below the TV, right behind my back, then glued it there. `Well, now we only need to find a position where I can see the reflection of the reflection of your crotch' `What you mean?' I couldn't understand what he had in mind. `Well, your crotch will reflect in this mirror glued in the couch, then this mirror will reflect in the mirror glued under the TV and in that one I can see your fag crotch. Now we need to find a position where I can see it. Let me sit down again' He sat where he was always sitting before and then started giving me coordinates to how I should kneel. `No, you have to lift more your bum so I can see your crotch' I did as he said and I think I was looking very obscene. I was on my fours already. `A little bit more to the right. Yeah, that's perfect' I didn't know how he could see my crotch from that position, very probably he couldn't see anything at all. But I did know he had a perfect view of my butt, reflected on the mirror below the TV. `Now I want you to jerk me again. I think I'm ready to cum' he said as his cock got harder as never. I was trying not to look at his crotch or to his face, but whenever I saw his eyes, they were staring at the mirror that was pointed to my ass. Once again, he didn't need much to cum and there he was changing his pants again. I'd stroke myself at night, before going to bed. I'd feel horny from time to time, but thank god it didn't happen in front of Brian. I think that jerking myself for those women fucking other women was enough to keep me going on. However, it was weird to touch my dick now that I was holding Brian all the time. My dick felt so small and awkward in my own hand. I didn't feel like touching myself. But I still needed some relieve from time to time. At least, I felt that jerking once a day, before sleeping, was enough to keep me satisfied and keep jerking my flatmate without having a hard on whilst jerking him. I was happy I had those videos on my computer. That was my salvation and the only source of relief I had now that Brian was living with me. - - - - - - - - - End of part 05 Please send me e-mails with suggestions, support and even critics. As you might have noticed, English isn't my first language, but I'll do my best to keep writing and sharing my stories with you. I'll keep posting this and new stories if I feel you guys are enjoying them. There's nothing more rewarding than knowing that my stories are making other guys cum. Your e-mails inspire me to write more and better stories. So please do send me an e-mail if you want me to keep writing. I have also posted the following story at Nifty: /gay/college/ranchs-bitch/ (ongoing)