Dirty Buddies E9 | My housemate wants to do more gay stuff with me.

Everyone is over the age of 18

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“Good morning!” Stacy says from the kitchen. 

“You’re up early.” I finish pulling on some sweatpants and sit down on a chair. 

“I have to go to work,” she replies, tying her hair up. 

“Jordan still sleeping?” I yawn. She giggles to herself. 

“Oh yeah, last night was a big night for him.” 

“Oh yeah?” I ask, trying to see from her sly reaction what she meant. 

“That was really sexy, watching you suck him,” Stacy says, putting a random assortment of little makeup things back into her purse. “I had to get a little more from him afterwards.” 

I jut my bottom lip out in approval. For the load that he pumped into my mouth, I'm surprised Jordan had more bullets in the chamber for another one. 

“So you like gay stuff then.” I lean back on the chair, remembering how her boyfriend thrusted himself into my throat the moment he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. 

“It's hot,” she says. “Straight guys watch lesbian stuff. It's like seeing only what you want to see.” 

“Can’t argue with that, darling.” I nod. “I don't watch anything with a woman involved.” 

“Fair enough. Alright, hun, I'm going to take off.” She takes her car keys out. “If you want to do more with him, you have my full permission. He knows he's got a hall pass — as long as it's with a guy. Just give me something to think about if you guys do something.” 

“Maybe you just need to date someone more camp,” I call out as she leaves.

“Not the same! Ciao!” Stacy winks at me with a little wave before leaving. 

I poured myself a cup of tea after she left, thinking about what she said. She seemed very genuine about her request and I wonder what Jordan thought of it all. Hall pass but only with blokes? What's a straight man supposed to do with that?

“Where's Stacy?” Jordan opens his door in his underwear. 

“Morning to you too, you cunt.” I drink my tea. “She left.” I look down at his boxers, which have precum stains all over the front. “She put you in a right coma, didn’t she?” 

“Shut it.” He stretches, puffing out his hairy chest. “Did she say why she left?” 

“Work,” I replied and poured him a cup of tea. He sits down next to me, and I see from the bags under his eyes that he's really tired. “Have some hydration, mate. You're looking rough.” 

Jordan chuckles and rubs his face and then his messy brown hair. “That girl is insatiable, I tell you. Two more times after we went to bed.” 

“Two! I thought you emptied out in me.” I snicker behind my cup. 

“You wish, you fruitcake.” He drinks his tea. “She wasn't going to give up until she got what she wanted.” 

“You gave it to her good?” My dick is suddenly very interested in what he had to say. What position was he in? What did they do? Did he pound until he nutted? How long did it take him to cum again? 

“She sucked it out of me. She worked really hard,” he says with a reminiscent tone, as if he was having flashbacks. “I didn't even think I was going to jizz again, until…” The glassy look in his eyes disappears and he snaps back into attention. “Nevermind.” 

“What?” 

“Drop it, mate.” Jordan drinks the rest of the tea. “So you were here when she left? She say anything else?” 

“Tell me what she did to make you squirt.” I watch his expression carefully for any clues. I'm surprised I didn't hear anything from my bedroom while that was going down. 

“Stop getting off on me, you nasty cunt.” Jordan leans sideways and checks to see if I have a boner, which I do. “Porn is free, ya know.” 

“Not as free as this.” I grin back at him, sticking my hands in my pants and angling my shaft so he can see the shape. He laughs and pours himself another cup of tea. I can tell he's not going to spill the secret, so I tell him what Stacy said. “She said she wants you to do more gay stuff.” 

“Yeah, she mentioned that. You slipped her a 50 or something?” 

“Is that all it costs for you to fuck me?” 

“You wish, mate,” Jordan says with another laugh. 

“What do you think about what she said?” I ask. 

“Well, I like that she gets so horny about it. That's good for me after.”

“She said that she just likes to see you in action.” I watch him get back into fantasy mode. You can almost see the dickbrain take over. 

“Yeah. Fuck, when she's taking me deep and she's feeling up my chest and looking at me.” He rubs his chest hair. “It's fucking crazy that a girl like her is into me.” 

“It's not that crazy. Hairy and muscular is everyone's favourite.” 

He smiles at the compliment, and then stands up. There, his wood is unmistakable in his boxers. “I think I'm going to go back to bed for a bit. Then, I'll hit the gym. Want to come?” 

“I want to cum, alright.” I openly stroke myself in my sweats while checking him out. 

“You horndog,” Jordan says. “Take a picture, why don't you.”

“Don't mind if I do.” I grab my phone and pretend to do so. Jordan plays along and pulls his boner out of his boxers slit and waves it side to side. “You're leaky.” 

“All charged up.” He pulls his balls out too. “What's the best angle?” Jordan strikes a superman pose to the side. 

I really take a picture of his thick cock and turn the phone around to show him. 

“Damn! Send that to me, mate. Milady will love that.” 

“Sure.” I turn the phone back around and send the photo to him. Then, I look at the wet tip closely in the image and stroke to it. 

“You could at least wait until I leave.”

“You could at least cum in my tea before you go. We're out of cream.” I put my phone down and take down my pants so I can pull my cock out of my boxers too. 

I don't care. He's got his cock out and i'm not ashamed of mine either. 

“Nasty bitch,” Jordan says while unsheathing his moist tip. 

“Present, sir.” I slide the mug over to him. Always willing to match my bluffs, he takes the mug and holds it under his crotch. 

“A little sweetener.” He squeezes near the top of his shaft and a line of precum drools down into my tea. He attempts to shake it off but it doesn't detach. Instead, it sticks to the lip of the mug and he passes it back to me, stretching out the line of preejaculate until it breaks. 

I take it and lick the entire rim of the cup, looking him dead in the eyes. “It's still a little bitter.” 

Jordan leans back on the kitchen counter, stroking himself slowly. He looks like he's in deep thought as he masturbates, and I stroke to his self pleasure, while waiting for my treat. I'm almost certain he'll cum in my tea before he goes. 

What I didn't see coming however, was this next thing he said. 

“What if you film me? I think she'll like that.”