Can You Look at This?

Can You Look at This?

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Okay, this is the inevitable straight roommate COVID quarantine story. Hope you enjoy! Remember to donate to Nifty.org. They rely on donations from you and me to keep this site running, and I think many of us are relying on Nifty pretty heavily during pandemic times. If you like what you're reading, consider backing me on Patreon. More details at the end on what Patreon backers can expect.

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I was making myself a bowl of cereal and trying to wake up when my roommate stumbled sleepily into the kitchen.

"Hey."

Neither of us were morning people, but part of him seemed to like mornings. He was only wearing boxers, and it was pretty obvious his morning wood hadn't completely deflated yet. He's a hairy straight guy, beefy with muscle covered by a layer of fat, so of course I have a crush on him. I love flirting with him, but I know it's never going anywhere. "You should put that thing away," I teased.

"Heh. I would if I could. Can't touch it right now," he said while scrunching up his face implying something painful.

"What? Are you okay?" I do care, but it's also fun when I can get him to talk about his sex life.

"Yeah, I just have a weird rash. It's worrying me, but I don't want to go to the doctor in this midst of a pandemic." Then he seemed struck by an idea, "Hey, you're a gay guy."

"Um, yeah, last time I checked I like sucking dick."

"Yeah, so you've seen a lot of dicks, right?"

"I'm not sure where this is going, but I've seen my fair share."

"Would you look at mine?"

It felt like my jaw hit the ground. I was completely unprepared for this. I stammered out, "What?"

"Sorry. I didn't mean to presume or make things weird, but I need a second opinion on this rash."

Well, that took a lot of the sexy out of it, but I wasn't going to turn down this opportunity. "It is weird, but I'm more worried you're the one who will feel weird after your gay roommate inspects your dick." I mean, I've never actually seen it in the flesh, but I'm only human. I've paid attention when he walks around in his boxers, like now, and it seems pretty impressive.

"No, man. I promise I won't be weird afterward. You'd really be doing me a favor." He paused before continuing, "Besides, you'd be the first person to see it besides me since this lockdown began. & Wait. Did that make it weird again?"

I laughed, "No, I get it. We've both been having to make do with Rosey Palm and her five sisters since March. I'd have been happy to `inspect your dick'," I said making airquotes with my fingers, "a lot sooner if you'd only asked." I waggled my eyebrows in an over-exaggerated suggestive manner.

It was his turn to laugh now that we were back into the familiar ground of playful flirtation. I was about to say something else when he took a breath and suddenly pulled his waistband out and tucked it under his balls. And there it was. It was big. I mean he clearly had a semi and was already as big around as my wrist. It was around 6 inches, give or take, and I wondered how much bigger it would get when fully hard. & and then I came back to myself and realized he was talking to me.

"Hey, my eyes are up here," he joked. "No seriously," he said as he grabbed his dick, stroked it once or twice, and pulled it over to one side. It almost reached his hip now. "It's a little easier to see when it's bigger," he explained and then pointed at a large, angry-looking red area on the side of his dick.

"Huh. Um, okay. Do you, um, mind if I look a little closer?" I was uncertain how to proceed. My own dick was starting to get hard in my pajama pants, and I wasn't sure how he'd react to that.

"Nope, that's what I asked you to do, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but& " I glanced around the kitchen, thought about asking him to sit at the table but ultimately decided to embrace this possibly one-time opportunity. I looked him in the eyes watching for his reaction as I slowly sank to my knees.

"Okay, yeah, I see what you mean now," he said, his voice considerably huskier than it was before. "It& feels different with you on your knees like that."

At this point I only had eyes for his dick, and I'm pretty sure it jumped a little as he said that. I reached out and lightly touched the red area, and he gasped. I ran my finger lightly over the red area and around it. He gasped, and his dick jumped a few more times during my inspection. It was definitely getting longer and firmer, though not much wider.

"Sorry," he said.

"No worries. No need to apologize. You have a hot cock, and it's a natural reaction."

He went silent and still as I continued my inspection. The skin was slightly swollen, and the red skin felt rough, but I didn't really see any other significant symptoms. Then, I noticed the placement of the red spot, so I asked, "How do you masturbate?"

"With my hand?"

"No, I mean, how do you hold your dick? Everyone has a default favorite grasp, right?"

"Oh, sure," he said as he let go of his dick. Before he could grab it again it swung straight out from his hip and grazed my lips. Being longer than I expected, it had surprising reach.

I was stunned and incredibly turned on. I felt some wetness where it had grazed me, I could suddenly smell this manly odor brushed just under my nose, and my tongue darted out before I even thought about it. I thought, "I hope he didn't see that," and my brain began shutdown sequence, as my cock took the driver's seat.

"Oh, sorry. Um, here, this is how I hold it."

I had moved back a little in surprise, and now he was holding his cock in a firm grasp, pointed straight at me. I didn't even ask; I just reached out, wrapped my hand around the corona, and pulled his cock a little to one side. He gasped but didn't say anything else. As I pushed it to the side my suspicions were confirmed. The red spot roughly aligned with his finger tips. No wonder it hurt when he masturbated, because his masturbation was probably the cause. I hadn't released his cock, and I felt it pulse and get a little bigger. Jezus, how big was this thing?

"Well, big guy, the good news is that I'm certain this isn't anything to worry about. Do you use lube when you masturbate?"

"I ran out a month ago," he confessed.

"I think you've just rubbed yourself a little raw. You either need to masturbate a little less often or& " I released his cock briefly, swabbed my tongue across my palm, and grabbed it again, giving a little twist with my newly lubricated palm. "You need to use lube."

He seemed a little stunned as he took a sharp, deep breath and held it, but he didn't stop me. His only verbalization after that was a grunt. I looked up into sex-glazed eyes, so I slowly moved my hand up and down the portion of his shaft that wasn't covered by his own hand. It was right there in front of me, this big, girthy cock in all its glory, and the musky smell intensified like tenfold. I found myself leaning slowly forward until it rested against my lips. I went really, really slow, as I let it slip between lips I kept tightly wrapped around his girth. It was really, really hot going slow that way, but I also reasoned this gave him plenty of time to tell me to stop if he wanted. When it seemed he was past the point of caring, I let go of all rational thought and gave myself over to the pleasure of having a big, hot cock in my mouth. I held it there, maybe 3 inches of cock in my mouth, savoring the feel and smell. I ran my tongue all over the head as I reached up and grabbed his balls, tugging lightly. He let out a long, slow moan that ended in a growl.

"Holy shit," he said through heavy breathing. I glanced up to see his eyes locked onto the show I was giving him. I took this as encouragement, so while keeping eye contact, I very slowly slid another inch in and came up against his hand. He needed no further prompting for this part and removed his hand. When he seemed uncertain where to put it, I grabbed it and put it on my head. He seemed surprised, but he took guidance well and palmed my skull easily in one big hand. This pushed all of my submissive buttons, and I was in cock heaven. He pushed me further onto his shaft, and I felt is pulse inside me. Given how all of this started, I was careful about the sore spot. I was determined to make him feel amazing, better than he'd ever felt before.

Then, he started thrusting, shallow at first with most of his cock never leaving my mouth, but he slowly increased the depth of his thrusts, each time getting a little deeper. He didn't increase his speed. We both reveled in the feeling of inch after inch after inch sliding past my tight lips and slavering tongue. In and out. In and out. In and out. I lost track of the world beyond of his body rocking into me. I put my right hand on his hip, encouraging him into my mouth on each thrust, while my left was still tugging lightly on his balls. It seemed like a delicious forever, but I'm sure it wasn't actually very long before his cock was knocking up against my throat. Each time it did so he grunted and pulled a little harder. After a few more strokes like this, I made sure I was in sync with him and pushed forward on the next downward stroke.

Pop. His head went into my throat, but I wasn't content with just that, so I pushed& all. the. way. down, gripping the base of his shaft with tight lips, holding on to that incomparable feeling of fullness. My nose was pushed into his bush, and I trying to get as much of him into me as possible. His musky scent combined with the deep throat pushed me past the tipping point, and I felt my cock start spasming, spraying my load all over the inside of my pajama pants, as I let out a guttural moan. With his cock still lodged in my throat the vibrations carried up the length of his shaft.

He let out a bit of a roar of his own before saying, "Oh. My. God. Are you cumming right now? You haven't even touched yourself."

He started to pull out, and I felt inch after inch sliding out, leaving me feeling so empty, so I clamped my lips down around his corona and didn't let him pull all the way out. With my hand on his hip, I pulled him back in.

"Seriously?" he said. "You still want to& ?" The rest of whatever he was going to say was lost as I bottomed out on his cock again, then slid all the way back to the head, and did it again. I took my hand off his hip only for a moment to grab the arm he was holding my head with and puuuulllled, showing him it was okay to be more demanding. He got the message, and he became more forceful, pulling my head onto his shaft and holding it at the base for a second or two on each stroke. I let him set the pace as I put my hand back on his hip to continue encouraging him.

That's when he really got into it. He started out as slow as we were going before but began to pick up the pace. He put both hands on my head and took complete control. He was grunting like an animal in heat, forcefully pulling my head up and down, humping my face. Pummeling my face, using me to please himself. At this point he had backed me up against the kitchen cabinets, so I couldn't have pulled off if I wanted to.

Then, one of his hands slid around to grab the front of my neck, and I wasn't sure what he was doing. While he was forceful, he wasn't actually choking me. It was fucking hot, so I rolled with it. Then he exclaimed, "Daaaamn, I can feel myself in your throat. On. Each Thrust," he emphasized each word by holding his cock deep in my throat and feeling up on it from the outside with his hand.

And then it happened. He let out the loudest most guttural roar yet, while his cock was in my throat with his hand around it. I felt pulse after pulse after pulse. He unloaded his monster deep inside me, straight into my stomach. I only regretted that I couldn't savor the taste of it.

Then, he sort of collapsed over me, dropping his arms onto the kitchen counter to hold himself up, but he still had me pressed against the cabinets, and his cock was still inside me. I started to worry about air just as he came back to himself and pulled back. I felt that thing pulling out of me, and I didn't want to let it go, but I was fully spent, and my throat needed time to recover. Oddly, instead of pulling away completely, as soon as it was out of my mouth, he leaned forward again onto his arms with his cock pressed against my face. I guess he was as exhausted as I was, and I wasn't complaining (even though I was already hard again by this point). We settled into this position for a moment as we both recovered, and I basked in the feeling of a job well done as his cock slowly deflated against my cheek.

I'm not sure how long we sat like that, but eventually he stirred and moved away. He looked at me a little embarrassed.

As I stood up, I tried to quickly squash that feeling, saying, "You said you wouldn't be weird!"

"That was about inspecting my dick, not throating it, but I just couldn't stop myself. It felt soooo good."

I was quick to reply, "Same. Let's just chock this up to learning something new about each other and move on."

"You're not upset or bothered by any of this?" he asked uncertainly.

"Not in the least. You're hot, that cock is amazing, and the whole encounter fed right into my straight boy fetish. We're cooped up together for an unknown period of time, and we both needed a release."

"You have a `straight boy fetish?'"

"Yeah. You need to buy more lube to take better care of that monster."

He paused only a moment before replying, "Why would I do that when I have such an amazing in-house cocksucker?"

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8 Dec 2020