My New Roommate - Part 7

He froze. I froze. The room smelled like sex, his dick was still throbbing, and my hand was still squeezing mine through my shorts.

He froze. I froze.

The room smelled like sex, his dick was still throbbing, and my hand was still squeezing mine through my shorts. The silence was loud, and then Damien scrambled, yanking a sheet over his lap like I hadn’t already seen everything.

“No—no, fuck, Owen… you found me.” His voice cracked with shame, cheeks burning red.

I shook my head fast, stepping inside before he could push me out. “No, hey—don’t do that. It’s completely normal. Don’t… don’t be embarrassed.”

His eyes darted up at me, skeptical, terrified. “Normal?”

“Yes,” I said firmly, maybe too fast. “I do it all the time.”

That made him pause.

“You… do?”

I nodded. My throat was dry, my cock was screaming for attention, and my words came out low, heavy, like a confession. “I was actually about to do it right now.”

Something shifted in his eyes. The shame cracked. The sheet slipped from his lap. His cock was still rock hard, wet at the tip, twitching. He didn’t know what to do, but I did.

“Don’t stop,” I whispered.

“What?”

“Just keep going. Trust me.”

I kicked off my shoes, yanked my shirt over my head, peeled my shorts and boxers down in one motion. My dick slapped against my stomach, angry and swollen, already leaking.

I caught his stare.

“See?” I wrapped my hand around it, slowly pulling the skin down, then back up. I let a groan slip from my throat. “This is normal.”

He swallowed hard, hand hesitating over his cock.

But I kept stroking, breathing heavy, hips lifting a little with each tug. “Come on, Damien. Don’t leave me hanging. Just do it.”

He finally wrapped his fingers around himself again.

And fuck—it was beautiful.

Two brothers, side by side, both naked, both stroking their cocks in sync. The sound of wet skin filled the room, sticky, obscene.

He kept glancing at me, face flushed, eyes wide, then looking away fast like he wasn’t supposed to. But his strokes got faster. His breathing harsher.

And inside me? I was burning alive. Every nerve begged to reach out, to grab his cock, to lick the precum dripping down the head, to hear him moan for me.

I wanted him to lose it.

He was close—I could see it. His abs clenched, his toes curled, his hips bucked upward into his fist.

I slowed down, waiting, almost begging for the moment he’d cum so I could watch it spill out of him.

But just before the edge—he stopped.

And then, Damien’s whole expression changed.

The shame melted away.

His lips curled into a smirk, eyes sharp, cock still raging hard but his body completely in control.

“I know you’ve been waiting for this,” he said, voice smooth, cocky, taunting. He stood, towering over me, precum dangling from his tip. “But you ain’t gonna get it so easily.”

Before I could move, he reached down—wrapped his slick hand around my cock, gave me two quick, merciless strokes—

And I exploded.

Hot, messy, uncontrollable. I groaned, my whole body seizing, cum shooting across my stomach and chest while Damien just watched, grinning like he’d won.

I collapsed back, panting, humiliated and fucked-out.

And when I opened my eyes, he was gone.

The sound of the shower running down the hall.

I lay there, still trembling, cum dripping down my skin, staring at the ceiling with my head spinning.

Damien wasn’t just jerking off behind my back.

He’d been playing me.

All this time, every trap, every secret—he’d been setting me up.

And now?

I was more obsessed than ever.