Date: Tue, 2 Aug 2016 21:28:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: hill.sm@yahoo.com
Subject: On My Roommate's Bed

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On My Roommate's Bed
by S.M. Hill


I like to get fucked by random guys. I don't like to know their names. Most
of the time I don't even see their faces. I like to be waiting in my living
room with the lights off and the curtains closed so it's dark. I find guys
who wanna fuck, invite them over, and wait for them in my jock strap with
my ass up and my face down in the cushions so I cant see. The guy comes in,
sees me, pounds my hole, busts a nut, and leaves without saying a word.

My roommate was the opposite of me. Uptight. Sexually repressed. Dude would
go years without getting laid, although, I do know he was jerking off every
night. We shared a wall and I could hear his porn playing. Dumb fucker
didn't like to use earbuds or headphones like a civilied person who lives
with other people would.

One time my roommate was gone for the weekend so I set up the same scene,
only instead of the living room, I was waiting on his bed. I figured if
nothing else, his bed should see some action. I got fucked by 3 different
guys that night on my roommate's bed. It was a cheap thrill, yes, but I
still get hard thinking about it. I picture him in there sleeping not
knowing I got fucked on his pillow. Ok so Maybe i'm a little twisted.

The first guy I found responded to my post on Craigslist. I posted the
scenario: a mostly anonymous scene, a dark room, a waiting hole. He
responded with a picture of his dick. He was black man with a thick dick
and he looked to have a heavy set of low hanging balls. He was a bigger
guy. From the picture I could tell he had a gut. I'm not that picky, in
fact, part of the thrill for me is that I'll let pretty much anyone fuck
me, not just golden adonises with perfect gym rat bodies and six pack
abs. I do have standards, but they're mostly regarding the dick. If you got
a small or ugly dick, I'll pass on you. But if you've got a nice package
with nice balls, it doesn't matter to me if you fell out of the ugly tree
and hit every branch on the way down. It's the dick I want, not the man and
besides, in the dark it doesn't really matter what you look like.

I sent him the address and told him to let himself in, I'd be waiting
upstairs. He replied a few minutes later that he was on his way.

I took the opportunity to loosen up my hole. I had a cucumber i bought
earlier in the day precisely for this purposes. I don't own any dildos. So
I applied some lube onto the vegetable and eased it into my hole. It was
uncomfortable, at first, but after a few moments I was able to slide it in
and out with ease. Satisfied that I was ready for my first seedy hookup of
the night, I flipped over onto my hands and knees and waitied for my trick
to show up.

It wasn't long until I heard the door open.

"Hello?" A voice called out.

"Upstairs," I replied.

The stairs creaked a bit as he climbed. I could only imagine what was
running through his head as he turned the corner.

I was on all fours on my roommate's bed. I was wearing only a red and black
jock strap that framed my ass just perfectly. I buried my head in the
pillows so that he couldn't see my face. My ass was up, pointed right at
him as I presented my hole to him.

"Oh my," he uttered. "That ass looks good enough to eat."

And he did. I felt the moisture of his tongue as he probed around my
cheeks, finally finding my way into my hole. He must have tasted the lube.

"I see you're all ready to go." He didn't take off his pants. He just
pulled them down to around his ankles.

A finger probed into my hole. I heard him as he tore open a condom. I
wanted him bare, but I didn't specify that in our communications and at
this point I wasn't about to make a fuss about it.

I felt pressure on my hole as he pushed in. From the picture he sent I knew
his dick was thick, but feeling it force it's way into me I thought I would
die. As an experienced bottom I knew the pain would pass into exquisite
pleasure. I just had to ride it out.

I moaned as I felt him push pass my outer ring. My hole stretched to
accomodate him. My inner ring proved to be a bit more challenging for him
as he paused to let me adjust for a moment, then pushed his way through.

I groaned as his thickness was stretching me to my limit. He was fully
inside of me now, and I had never felt so full.

"You feel me inside of you," his voice was rough, almost commanding.

I groaned, partly in pain, mostly from pleasure.

"Hold on, now, I'm 'bout to fuck you good."

He started to ease his way out, slowly at first. Halfway out, he thrust
back in. The next out stroke he went a little further, then in all the way
again.

With each stroke he'd go further out than the previous one only to push all
the way back in. He started slow, but picked up speed on each stroke.

Finally, he pulled out enough so just the head remained.

"Here it comes," he said, as he pushed the whole length of his dick inside
of me.

I moaned.

"Yes. Yes. Just like that. Pound my hole. Make me feel it," I egged him on
as he was fucking me. He didn't need much encouragement, and the truth is,
I could damn well feel him stretching me out and busting me open.

In, out. In, out. I could hear the sound of skin on skin, and i felt his
balls slapping against me as he buried his dick in my hole.

After about ten minutes, I heard a growl. His pace speed up. I knew he must
be close.

He went balls deep on one final thrust.

"I'm cumming," he roared as i felt his dick twitch inside of me and I
wondered if the condom could withstand the force of his cum shooting
out. The thought of his cum shooting right through the latex and coating my
insides was enough for me, and I shot a heavy load right into my jock
strap. It was leaking through the fabric and down onto the sheets of the
bed which wasn't mine.

"You're one helluva good fuck," he said to me as he pulled out.

"Yeah, you're not so bad yourself. Your dick is so thick, I thought I would
die, but then the switched flipped and I was loving it."

"Where can i throw this away," he asked as he tied off the condom. It was
heavy, full of the juice I wanted inside of me.

"Trashcan in the bathroom. Just down the hall. Can you show yourself out?"

"Yeah, no problem."

I heard him walk down the hall. I heard the stairs creek as he walked back
down. I heard the front door open and close again.

I felt my hole. It was swollen, puffy. It was leaking lubricant. It was
sore, but the good kind of sore. The kind of sore that gets your dick hard
cause you know you've just been fucked good.

I grabbed my phone to check my emails for more respondants. I wanted to get
fucked again. Sure enough, seven new messages in response to my CL post.

The next guy I invited over was tall and skinny. He said he was 6'2 and 165
lbs. He sent me dick pics and a shot of his torso, headless of course. His
dick was long but skinny. He had no pubes, I assumed he shaved them. His
torso was also smooth, but his abs were defined with just the finest trace
of hair around his belly button.

As before, I was waiting on the bed when he showed up. On all fours, my ass
pointing at the door so that it would be the first thing he saw through the
light coming in from the window.

He didn't speak at all. I had my head down, buried in the pillow when I
felt his hand touch me. He rubbed my ass cheek, reluctantly it seemed, as
if checking to see if it was real. Satisfied that it was, his second hand
grabbed the other cheek and along with his other hand pulled my ass apart
to reveal my hole.

He spit. I felt the warmth and the wetness. His hand rubbed my hole,
spreading his salivia around. I was already lubed up and ready to go, but
if he wanted to add a little natural lubrication, that was fine with me.

He spit again, this time on his cock. He stepped up, I felt him position
himself at my entrance, and put both hands on my hips. Instead of
penetrating me he pulled me back onto him so that my ass was engulfing his
member. I gasped as I felt the head enter. He pulled me back some more and
more, slowly, and gently at first. Once he was fully inside me, he waited
just a moment, then pulled out and slammed back into me with full force.

I let out a groan so loud I'm surprised the neighbors didn't hear it. That
was his cue. He started fucking me. It wasn't slow. It wasn't gentle. His
dick was long, but it wasn't thick, and he was hitting all the right
spots. There's nothing like the sound of skin slapping against skin when
you're getting fucked. He fucked me with quick rabbit strokes, pulling out,
then slamming in.

He didn't last long, but that's okay. I don't need marathon men. Come over,
fill me up, bust your nut, and go.

His strokes were getting more intense, I don't even know how that's
possible, as he was hammering me already. I could feel his sweat dripping
down onto my back and ass as he slammed into me. With an animalistic groan
and a final thrust I felt him explode deep into my guts.

The warmth filled my up and caused my own dick to spurt it's second load of
the night right into the pouch of my jock. He pulled out, slowly.

I was still swimming in the afterglow of my orgasm when I heard the front
door slam downstairs. He entered, fucked me, shot a load inside of me, and
left, all without saying a single word. Just the way I like it.

I rolled over onto my back and began fingering my hole. When I pulled my
fingers out, there were coated in a mixture of lube, cum, and ass juice. I
couldn't resist so I brought my hand up to my mouth and sucked them clean.

Then I had a naughty idea. I stuffed three fingers back into my hole,
coating them in the frothy after effects of anonymous bareback sex. When I
pulled them out, I didn't lick them clean. Instead, I wiped them on the
pillow. When my roommate returned, he would lay his head down on it, not
knowing he was sleeping in the remnants of my ass and a stranger's
cum. Guess that'll teach him not to wash his sheets more than once a month.

I checked my phone again. No new responses for my ad. It was getting late,
and my ad might have gotten pushed down the page. I was disappointed but
determined. I wanted at least one more fuck tonight and with a load already
up there I really wanted a nasty fucker who loved sloppy seconds to come
churn my butter.

I went through my messages again to see if i had missed any. Sure enough,
there in the spam folder was the answer to my prayers.

He sent the email a few hours ago, so I was hoping he was still up and
looking. I blasted out a short reply. Told him he got lost in spam and that
if he was still willing so was I.

He was an older guy. He told me he was 50, but people lie, so I adjusted
that number and figured he was at least 55 or maybe 60. Like I said though,
I'm not picky. His dick was nice, not the biggest, not the
smalles. Probably about six or seven inches, and assuming it worked I would
have been happy to have it inside me.

I didn't wait long for a reply. It's amuses me to think he was sitting by
his computer all night long waiting to hear from me, but more likely than
not that wasn't the case.

He asked that I wear a blindfold. I told him no problem and sent the
address told him to come upstairs and pound me. I didn't have a proper
blindfold, so instead I used one of my roommate's tshirts. I rolled it up,
wrapped it around my eyes and waited.

This time I was on my back when the stranger showed up. He rang the
doorbell. Me being blindfolded and wearing nothing but a jockstrap with my
well used hole red, swollen puffy, and leaking another man's cum, I was in
no position to answer. So I just waited.

It didn't take long when I heard the door open. Ah, finally he figures it
out.

"Up the stairs," I called out. "I'm blindfolded, and ready."

The creak of the stairs gave him away.

"Hey." His voice was soft, a whisper. I guess he was letting me know he was
there.

"Get on all fours, I want to see your ass."

I rolled over onto my stomach, then propped my knees up in the position I
assumed twice earlier in the night. My blindfolded head was down, my ass,
round, firm, and framed perfectly by my red and black jockstrap.

"How many times you been fucked tonight," he asked.

"Twice."

"They opened you up good," he said.

I assumed he was kneeling down behind me so that his face was level with my
ass. This was confirmed when I felt his facial hair rub against my ass
cheecks as his tongue penetrated my hole.

"I can taste cum." It must have drove him wild because his tongue was going
deeper inside of me than any other tongue has ever been. He was trying to
eat it all out of me.

Nothing gets me going hotter or faster than a good tongue fucking. I was
moaning and groaning like a bitch in heat (ok so I WAS a bitch in heat) as
his tongue penetrated me over and over again. Then he bit my ass cheek. The
sudden pain caused me to cry out, but then he went right back to tonguing
my hole.

"Alright, whore. Turn around," his voice was no longer soft like a
whisper. There was a meanness to it, an agressiveness that was both
incredibly sexy but also felt kind of dangerous.

I flipped around 180 degrees so that my head was facing him instead of my
ass. He grabbed the back of my head forcefully.

"Open your mouth. I'm going to fuck it."

My lips parted and he forced his way in. I say forced, because he wasn't
gentle. His dick went right into my mouth and right down the back of my
throat. He held me there for a long time. His hands on the back of my head,
his cock buried all the way down to his pubes. I couldn't breath but i
think that was the point. He wanted me gagging and gasping.

I don't know how long it was but i tried to pull off and he slapped me and
held me there. When he finally let me up for air i was coughing and
choking, but his dick was covered in throat slime.

"Good. You got me all wet and lubed up. Now turn around so i can fuck that
ass."

So I did. His dick slid in rather easily. No resistance. No pain. Just
pleasure. I'm sure the cum load that was already in there, combined with
the lube, and my own spit coating his cock helped with that.

The man knew what he was doing. He pounded me hard but steady. My ass was
open to him and he knew it. He liked to talk dirty. He called me vile and
vulgar names. He described pornographic sex acts that he'd like to do to
me. He asked me if my mother knew what a whore I was. My mother?

My ass was full of his dick. It was wet, and warm and before long he told
me he was gonna blow.

"You want that load, boy," he asked.

"Unghhh.....yesssssss. I want it."

"You're gonna get it then, bitch." For extra emphasis he thrust especially
hard and deep on when he said the word "bitch".

I felt his dick twitch inside of me, then a flood of warmth for the second
time that night.

He made and ungodly sound. I couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure,
but I assumed pleasure.

"There's a nice big load for you, cumdump. My balls haven't been drained
for two weeks. Something to remember me by. And it's deep in there
too. You'll be leaking me out for days."

"Oh that's so nasty," I said. "I love it."

"Keep the blindfold on until I leave."

I did. I heard the door close and pulled off my roomie's rolled up tshirt.

My hand went right to my hole and I jamed three fingers in trying to get as
much fresh cum as I could. I was ravenous for it. My fingers were sticky
and coated in two loads, lubricant, ass juice.

My own dick was stll hard so I pulled the pouch down and released it from
my cum covered jock. I was jerking myself hard using the fingers I pulled
out of my ass. Soon my dick was covered in slime. There's nothing hotter
than jerking off using someone else's cum as lube, especially when that cum
had just been inside your own ass.

It didn't take long until I blew my third and final load of the night. I
was so worked up I shot all over my chest and stomach. Somehow despite
cumming twice already this load seemed like it was the biggest and thickest
of the night.

As I was recovering on the bed, which didn't belong to me, I suddenly
remembered something.

The first guy who fucked me used a condom. I went to the bathroom, sticky,
sweaty, covered in my own cum, while a mixture of cum from two different
guys leaked down my leg.

Sure enough there in the trashcan was the condom tied off at one end. I
picked it up and examined. Decent load inside. I squeezed the condom and
watched the liquid move around. This condom had been inside of me. I put it
in my mouth and sucked on it for a bit. It tasted like rubber, go figure.

I bit down on it hoping it would pop. It did.

The goo inside spilled out and into my mouth. It wasn't that fresh, but it
wasn't stale either. A couple hours old, it had lost it's warmth but the
gooey consistency remained. I swished the slime around in my mouth, coating
my teeth and tongue in a anonymous black man's cum. It had a strong, bitter
taste. I tilted my head back and gargled with it.

Then, I swallowed it down.

I still get hard when I think about that night. My hole still twitches.
Yeah, the sex was nasty and hot and anonoymous like I like it. But what
really gets me is how I pigged out on cock on my roommate's bed and he was
never the wiser. I think about him sleeping on the pillow I used as a cum
rag. I think about him jerking off where I got fucked. I think about him
blowing a load where I blew three.