Dirty Buddies E4 | Had my roommate's load for breakfast

Everyone is over the age of 18

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“What are you doing?” I munch on some chips as I watch Jordan try on different hats. He must have at least a good dozen of them. 

“You know that girl I was telling you about?” Jordan shakes out his messy brown hair and then puts on another cap. 

“The one you fucked on Tuesday?” 

“No. How does this one look?” He turns to me hopefully. 

“Looks like a hat, mate.” I dust my fingertips off. “I'm kidding. You look fit.” 

“Alright.” Jordan smooths the front of his shirt down. “She's a dime. Seriously.” He whistles as he adjusts the angle of his hat.

This is the most nervous I've seen him for a girl. And as his roommate, I've seen him bang a lot of chicks, and most of them are fairly hot. It made me pretty curious…curious enough to hang around. 

When she came in, I understood. She came straight out of an Instagram model’s page and into our man cave. You would think there's a red carpet waiting for her from the way she's dressed. Gay as I was, I can admit that she was smashing it. 

“Hey love,” Jordan gives her a hug. Over her shoulder, he makes a fake orgasm face at me. I nod in approval and raise my beer can silently at him. “This is my housemate, Stu. He's gay.” 

“Ok. Not necessary.” I stand up and shake her delicate hand. “But yes, as gay as the day is long. You're beautiful.” 

“Aw, that's nice. All my best friends are gay.” She giggles. “Maybe he’s the reason why you’re a nice guy,” she says to Jordan. 

“Well, in that case, beers for 3.” Jordan tosses me another can and cracks one open for his lady. 

We hung out for a bit in the living room, getting to know each other. Jordan had his arm around her bare shoulder, and her hand seemed to move upwards from his knee with every sip that she took. 

“You smell so good, love.” He sniffs her hair. “Like flowers.” 

“You smell good too.” Her thumb rubs his inner thigh over his sweats. 

“He's changed his shirt 3 times, so it better be a clean one.” I giggle at the sight. They ignore me, and they kiss. 

Sheesh, they're a good looking couple. 

Suddenly, it was like I didn't exist anymore. They made out with each other on the couch, hands getting braver with each passing second. Her hand is close enough that it might be touching his nutsack if it was loose enough. 

There! I see his cock twitch in his sweats. 

“Wanna go inside?” he asks her, spreading his legs to make contact with her. She does long strokes on his thigh and his bulge jumps again. 

“Nice to meet you, Stu. We’ll talk later, ok?” She giggles at me and I raise my can at her. They disappear into his room shortly after. 

They got my engine going, so I texted one of my regulars to see if I can get a little something. Lucky me, he was available. I spent the night over at his place, and got back home around 6 am. Not really my thing to travel, but sometimes it's gotta be done. 

“Hey hey hey, look who's back on their walk of shame,” Jordan says as I come in. 

“Can't let you have all the fun in this house.” I take off my jacket and throw it on a chair. “You wanna make me a toast, you cunt?” 

“Yeah, fuck you.” He puts another piece of bread in the toaster anyways. “Someone new?” 

“Same twink as before. Big moaner. Big dick.” I sat down at the kitchen table. “How was it?” He's shirtless and wearing boxers in the kitchen so, pretty well, I gather. 

“Well,” he says and turns around, pointing to the front of his underwear. A large stain is splattered along the plaid pattern. “She made me nut before I even took them off.” He laughs and I join him.

“Shit, she must have really gotten you going.”

“You know it.” He slaps my toast on a plate and hands it to me. “She had her tits out and MMM!” Jordan air grabs some imaginary boobs. “She had her hand down my sweats.”

“Alright, I've heard enough.” He imitates the face he made when he jizzed in his pants. 

“I ate her out afterwards.” He flicks his tongue fast. “Prettiest pussy I've ever seen.”

“Enough!” I pretend to gag and take a bite of my toast. “So you didn't fuck her?”

Jordan shakes his head and leans back on the kitchen counter. “I wish.” 

“Yeah, I can see that, mate.” I point at his tent in his stained boxers. “Did you sleep in those, you nasty cunt?”

“I had to eat her out real good after this fuck up.  Or else I was never seeing that dime again.” He drinks some coffee. “Was well past midnight by the time we were done.” Jordan tugs at his boner through his boxers. 

“Better give her the whole experience today then,” I say. 

“God, she's so sexy. I'm going to cum as soon as I'm in her pretty pussy.” I could tell he wasn't lying from how bricked up he is. His cock is creating a perfect tent in his boxers. 

“Just bust a load before you do it. Oldest trick in the book.” 

“Then risk not getting it up? Nah, bro.” He can't stop rubbing himself. 

“It's morning. And you're not drinking anymore. It'll be fine.” I watch the tip of the banana shape soak through his boxer.

He thinks about it for a minute and then says, “She's sleeping in the room.” 

“Nothing I haven't seen,” I say, my heart starting to race. 

“You just want to see my cock, you wanker.” Jordan winks at me and then pulls out his dick from the boxer slit. “You happy?”

“Very.” I turn my chair to face him and he laughs. 

“Fuck, I'm leaky.” He pulls the precum from his tip. “She’s so fucking hot. I was cuddling her and my wood woke me up.”

“Yeah, you're gonna give it to her good this time around, aren't you, lad?”

“Yeah, mate.” He grips his shaft, slowly stroking his skin over the wet tip. “You have no idea.”

“Show me then.” I watch his biceps bulge on both arms as he switches hands frequently. I make it no secret that I'm rubbing myself to him. “What position?”

“Missionary.” Jordan spits on his right hand and then places both hands on his hard cock. “That way I can watch her titties fly.” He humps his hands rhythmically. “Oh…”

“Fuck yeah,” I murmur, watching the man fantasize about his dream girl. 

“Where should I cum?” He grunts while keeping his fucking rhythm. 

“On my face.” I joke and he chuckles, but doesn’t pause his humping.

“Seriously.” A string of precum swings from his tip. “Oh yeah…”

“I’m serious,” I say, sticking my hand in my pants. Watching him so aroused is fucking hot. He’s not shy about blowing a load in front of me anymore.

“You liked eating my cum off the pizza box, didn't you?” 

“Oh fuck yeah.” I stroke. “A little bit of man protein never hurts anybody.” 

“You nasty cunt,” Jordan says with a little humorous laugh. “Fuck, I'm close.” 

It was clear he wasn't ready to cum on my face, so I settled for the next best thing. 

“Cum on my toast then. It’s missing some jam.” 

“Be serious, mate. Fuck!” He let go off his cock suddenly and it twitched in its curved glory. 

“I'm serious.” I grab my plate and shuffle my chair over, placing the toast right in front of his crotch. 

“Alright, you nasty bitch.” He grabs his cock with one hand. “I'm going to squirt!” 

“Yeah, do it mate!”

“Ah!” 

A thick rope of cum draws a line right across the toast, the tail end landing on my fingers.

It's so warm. 

“MMm..” The second shot missed the plate completely and I tilt it so he can shoot the next bit right onto the piece of bread.

“Oh shit…” Jordan puffs out his cheeks as he wanks. “Oh yeah…” He exhales loudly. A couple weak spurts soak into my toast.

“Hot.” I switch hands on the plate and lick up his cum from my fingers. “Super hot.”

“Still got some leftovers.” Jordan takes the plate from me, then rubs his cock on my food. “This feels fucking weird, dude.” 

“To you, maybe.” I grab the toast and take a big bite out of it. 

Oh yeah… pure manly goodness. 

“Nasty cunt.” He laughs and I lick the cum off the flat surface of the toast. “Alright, I'm going to go fuck my girl before you whip it out.” 

“Hey, wait,” I say. Jordan stops dead in his tracks in front of me. I reach under his crotch and twirl my finger around the string of dripping juice. “I don't waste cum.” I suck my finger while looking up at him. 

“Nasty cunt,” Jordan repeats with a chuckle. “Cheers.” Then, he turns around when he gets to his door, soft cock still hanging out. “Hey, you gonna be around tomorrow? She says she wants to hang out with you some more.” 

I take another bite of my cum covered toast. “Oh, I'll be there.”