The Terrible Roommate part 3
I didn't seek a roommate because I needed money. Perhaps there are individuals that would have simply continued to live there free of charge without any strings. Perhaps if he wasn't as cocky or been as hot, I might think otherwise; however, having him dance naked and flex naked for me was something I couldn't resist. His body was stunning and his cock was gorgeous, so don't judge me too harshly. He lost his job; I didn't kick him out on the streets. I just wanted to see the cock that he tantalized and flirted with. I stroked off numerous times imagining myself with him, instead of the women he'd bring home.
After the second session of watching him strut naked for an hour, he confided that he was desperate. He exercised several times a week. Exercising kept him emotionally balanced or so he claimed. I was never devoted to exercise and the only thing I got from it was cramps. He certainly got his muscles built up. But now his gym membership has expired and he cannot afford to renew it. His naked flesh sat on the edge of the sofa, near me. His hand touched my knee as he explained this.
"I know that I owe you a lot already," he said. "But I need this desperately."
"I see," I said. "You not only are not paying for rent or food but now you want a little extra."
"I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate."
I conjectured, "If I give a little, shouldn't I get a little?"
"What did you have in mind?" he asked.
He never offered to clean or help around the house. And, if I suggested it, he'd simply make promises that he would never keep. Instead I offered another arrangement. "You dance and flex naked for me twice a week."
"Yes, would you like me to do it more often?"
"No. I was thinking of something else."
He looked confused. "What do you want?" he asked.
"You already show off nearly every muscle twice a week, every Monday and Friday. Let's add something for Tuesday and Saturday."
"Yeah, I can flex for you every day if you want." He said with a wide smile.
"No, I was thinking, instead of flexing and dancing, that you would stroke yourself." "What?!" he said in disbelief.
"I'll pay for the gym but I get to watch you stroke yourself." His emotions faded, as he sat there contemplating his situation. "You can continue to work on your muscles. You can tan in their tanning booths. You can continue to make yourself irresistible to all the women." I paused before continuing, "You just keep yourself hard for me for 45 minute sessions before you get off and it's yours."
"This is crazy!"
"Do we have a deal?"
"Let's go get me a renewal," he beckoned.
"No, the session first. And I will pay for daily access, rather than monthly. So if you chicken out, the access ends."
While he mulled it over, I watched his flaccid cock that seemed to get a little bigger as we discussed this.
Then very abruptly he said, "When do we start?"
"Well, you are already naked. You just need to get yourself hard."
His hands moved over his muscles and tugged at his cock. He stroked his soft cock, stimulating it, while his free hand felt his pecs and abs. He is hot and he knows it. He closed his eyes, perhaps in an attempt to forget about my prying eyes. He cock slowly stirred to life, becoming hard and getting bigger. When he was rock hard, I casually said, "The time starts now." He moaned as he rested back, stroking his nearly ten inch cock.
Precum started leaking, glistling the shaft in wetness. "This feels so good," he said, "I love my cock." He would change rthymns, going from fast to slow. Sometimes he'd go overhand; sometimes he would stroke underhand. Occasionally he'd use both hands. He would get close to cumming, with his balls tight and ready, then let the urge fade, pulling and tugging his nut sack downward. For a while he stood in front of me, his cock just inches away. Then he would rest back on the sofa, still pounding his meat.
When he passed the forty minute mark, I said, "Just another five minutes to go." He moanfully sighed, seemingly lost in the ecstasy of his own self pleasuring. As he neared the forty-third minute his cock and ass began to spasm. He held his beautiful cock at the base as it shot out several ropes of cum.
He caught his breath and said, "There, I did it."
"No, you didn't. The deal was that you'd last 45 minutes."
"I did."
"No. You were two minutes shy. You came too early."
"Fuck you!" he blurted out. "I did it!"
"We had an agreement. But you aren't man enough to fulfill your end of the bargain, then I shall not either."
His body glistened with sweat. "Oh, Damn it!" He started rubbing his cock again. Cum was running down his chest and abs. "Wait, I can do this again."
I thought the first stroking session was hot but the second was even hotter. Having just cum, he had no lingering horniness; therefore, he had to work hard to keep himself hard. Eventually he regained his perky rhythm. Occasionally letting go of his dick, letting it stand there majestically. Precum oozed out. A drop would hang, dangling from the cock, tempting me to taste. It looked delicious. His mind was again lost in the pleasures of satiating his dick. Eventually, he passed the forty minute mark. "Five more minutes," I said.
He had no intention of doing this a third time. He told me to let him know when it was safe for him to cum. Four minutes lead to two. He made it to the forty five minute mark but I opted on simply watching. His eyes were closed and he continued to pleasure himself. After an additional ten minutes, he asked pleadingly, "Am I there yet?"
I start a countdown, "Five, four, three..." When I got to zero, his disck began to spasm again, shooting out several more hot spurts of cum. It covered his chest and abs. Despite all his strength, his legs were weak from this ordeal. His entire body was trembling.
I finally got to see his hard cock. I was able to see everything, yet it wasn't enough. I wanted more.
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