Date: Mon, 22 Apr 2024 09:26:44 -0700 From: Jay Subject: I taste my housemate's juices Part 2 Authors note: Please consider donating to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org/) for continuing providing a great free website for authors and readers. Everyone is over the age of 18 The next morning, I wake up first like I always do and go to brush my teeth. The thought of tasting my housemate's cum rag is making my morning wood harder than ever. I think it is in my imagination, but I feel like I still have the taste of Dylan's jizz in my mouth. I spit out the extra toothpaste and wash my face, getting ready to pack for the festival. When I leave the bathroom, I see Dylan standing infront of the laundry closet. I quickly adjust my boner in my PJ pants so it's not so obvious. "Hey Ryan you done with the machine? I gotta get mine going before we leave tomorrow" "Yeah sorry" I kneel down next to him and start to unload my things, putting them in the dryer on top. "Thanks... whoa..." He finishes with a surprised tone "What is ..." I turn my head back at him "...it" I finish the sentence with my eyes on his boxers in his hands. He's opened it up "Uh...nothing" Dylan looks down squinting his eyes at his underwear. Fuck. Did I cum a lot? I didn't even look because it was so dark and I just wiped myself real quick and folded it up. I shouldn't have done that. I swallow nervously and blurt out "Should've saved that load for your girlfriend huh?" He chuckles while still looking at the underwear, inspecting it closely. He leans closer and takes a whiff of it. Oh fuck. He's smelling my cum right now. My cum and his cum, mixed together. My morning wood rages in my pj pants. Can he tell the difference between my cum and his? I turn around back to my laundry as I feel my hard on throbbing. He's smelling my cum. He's smelling my cum right now. I focus my eyes on my laundry. I finish my laundry and turn on the dryer and quickly move to the kitchen. "I'm gonna take a shower if you aren't using the bathroom" I hear him call out while putting things in the washer "Uh huh!" I call back, relieved he's not going to be in the same room for a while. I turn around juste in time to catch a glimpse of his ass from the side. The bathroom door shuts and the sound of water starts. I sigh and pull out some eggs from the fridge. Oh yeah, Dylan and I swap cooking days. Its easier, and less cleanup for everyone. As I'm chopping the bell peppers, Dylan comes out of the shower humming. "What's for breakfast honey?" He chuckles as he saunters in the kitchen with nothing but his towel around his waist. "Whoaaaa" I say after I turn my head to be met with his lightly furry damp chest "We are way too comfortable with each other now". My eyes dart across the small water beads on his chest hair. "We're both dudes right?" He shrugs. "Yeah we're both dudes" I sneak another glimpse at his V line "Hey I just need a cup from here..." I follow his eye gaze to the corner drawer above where I'm standing. I turn my body to reach up and grab his cup for him. His hips are right behind mine, and then his chest is pressing on my back too as he pushes forward, reaching up to grab the cup. I lean forward into the counter as he pushes from behind. Is that his cock? His smell of his shower gel surrounds me. It feels like his skin is emanating heat. "'Scuse... thought maybe you wouldn't be able to reach this anyways" His voice very close to my ear. "Uh huh" I say quietly, keeping my eyes on the peppers. I can't turn around now. He'll see the tent. If I move, my ass will rub across his crotch. My knife pauses above the peppers. Don't move... don't move ... "Bathrooms all yours" Dylan starts to make his coffee. I finish cooking breakfast and am too hot and bothered to eat it, so I go to the bathroom right away. I need to rub one out or I'll be distracted all day. Putting my towel down and looking in the mirror, I notice something on the bathroom counter. A little wad of toilet paper. That's weird. Why did he leave that? He's usually pretty neat. For a dude anyways. I get closer and study the paper wad, and the scent hits me. The same scent that was in his underwear. A cum wad. He left me a cum wad. What is he trying to tell me? I sniff in the intoxicating odour again. The smell of fresh cum fills my lungs and my cock pulses. Did he notice that I sprayed into his underwear and this is his revenge? Did he just forget to throw it away? I start masturbating instinctively as I breathe in his cum scent again. Don't do it Ryan. Don't do it. I open up the paper wad while jerking off with my left hand. There was a big glob of white goo in the middle of the wad. Still so fresh. So tasty. I open up my mouth. Stop. I shake my head. I should tell my boyfriend first. It's not right ... it's not. I reach and touch the goo, webbing it in my fingers, still jerking myself off. His juice is so thick I can manipulate it in my fingers He stood right here in this spot while whacking off. Right hand beating himself off with his left holding the tissue close by to catch his cum. His muscles flexing in the steamy shower mirror. I position the tissue wad where I think he might have had it while stroking. My cock head touches his cum and I moan out silently. Sliding my cock into the wad, I spread his goo over the base of my cock. Oh fuck. Oh fuck His cum is lubricating my cock, making it slide smoothly across the tissue wad. I hear Dylan humming outside as he washes our dishes. I think about his bulge pushing up against me as he reaches for the cup. Oh fuck... OH FUCK!!!! I cum silently into the wad and shoot beyond it on the bathroom counter. I look up and into the mirror of myself having an orgasm, which spurs me shoot another rope on the counter, with half of it hanging off the edge. I look at my face in the mirror, mouth in an O shape silently spraying. I'm such a fucking cumslut I close my eyes and rub myself to completion of the orgasm, feeling the rapid contractions pulse out the rest of the cum and my knees wobble at the pleasure. I clean off my cock with the wad, although it is not nearly enough tissue. I roll off more toilet paper to soak up the mess on the counter and throw it away before hopping in the shower. Now I really have to tell my boyfriend Right?