Roommate Hosted a (Straight?) Gangbang 02

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Chapter 2: Morning After

I woke up the next morning in a daze. I was on Clark’s bed. The smell of male sweat and cum was still pungent. My throat killed, like I had swallowed a watermelon whole. I was alone in the room, but after a moment I registered the sound of Clark peeing in the bathroom. I looked over and saw that my bed was a mess. I reached back to touch my ass. Did that really happen last night?

The soreness in my hole when I sat up confirmed that it had indeed occurred. I got nervous. Why the fuck did I do that? Why did everyone just go along with it… didn’t they want to fuck the girl?? Didn’t I want to fuck her too?

The bathroom door opened and Clark walked in, butt naked. His dong hung low, still looking a bit too big for his body. He glanced over at me, an unreadable expression on his face. I pulled the blanket over my naked crotch. 

"How the fuck did that happen last night?" I asked, the cold light of day shining light on how fucking crazy that was the night before.

He looked right at me, looking almost annoyed. "Um... didn't you just get on your knees and start sucking guys' dicks?"

My face burned with embarrassment. It felt like there was a ball of lead in my stomach. "What the fuck was I doing?"

"Yeah..." he said, bending over to pick up some shorts to wear again. I watched his butt cheeks part. I thought about all the asses from the night before. The memory came back to me that some guys started sitting on my face.

"I'm surprised they all wanted to use me," I sighed.

"Well, there wasn't much choice after the girls left," he said casually, leaning on the wall on his bed.

My head jerked toward him. "They left??"

"Yeah, dude," he said, "they left at like midnight. They said they were done."

"Oh my god," I said, "I didn't even realize."

"Yeah...." he replied, losing interest in my realization.

"So that's why they fucked me all night."

"Well, yeah, the guys who stayed. I even threw a load into you since you seemed to like it so much."

I smiled, finally. It was settling into me that I really did have a great time, even if this made me gay or gave me a weird reputation. 

"It's just weird to think that everyone's gonna know I like dick now," I said, trying to shrug it off.

"Actually," Clark muttered, still not looking at me, "the guys were talking about that. I don't know if they were in denial or just that fucking dumb, but they generally agreed that you were just a really helpful guy, or that you drew the short straw in some bet you lost or something."

"Wait... so they actually think I'm straight after that?"

"Only the dumb ones," he replied.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. 

I looked at Clark. He just shrugged. I threw on some underwear and opened the door.

It was a guy I didn't exactly know, but I recognized him from being around. I was pretty sure he played football. Dirty blonde hair, decent build, a couple inches taller than me, about six foot. He just looked at me, kinda dumb looking.

"Hey," I said, sort of looking around, wondering what he wanted.

"Hey," he said, meeting my eyes. "I'm Grant."

I just looked at him. Confused. 

"So," he said, like he didn't know what to say, "I heard you're like... a guy who... helps other guys out." He practically whispered the last part.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Were you here last night?"

"No," he said, "but my buddy was. He said you're straight, but that you help out guys in need."

Clark yelled from his bed. "I told you!"

I wasn't surprised people talked about what happened, but I was pretty shocked that it was leading to something like this. And I was especially confused about how guys thought of it as a straight thing. My school really did have the dumbest jocks. 

"Um..." I said, having no idea how to respond. "Are you saying you want... some of what I did last night for those guys?"

"Yeah," he said immediately. He looked up and down the hall, then leaned into me. "My girlfriend is being crazy right now. And I thought you could show me your skills. It wouldn't count as cheating since you're not a chick. If you're free right now."

"Ok...?"  I said hesitantly. The thoughts flashed back of what I had done the night before. My throat was still sore to the point of hoarseness, and my ass was killing me. But, if I had a role to play, I felt like I should say yes when I had the chance. I stepped back and he walked in, standing in the center of the room. He gave a nod to Clark, who didn't stop playing on his phone, clearly still groggy from the night before. Then he turned back to me. 

"So... do you just... do it right here?"

It was a real contrast from the night before, when the guys had been high on adrenaline and the promise of fucking, and apparently got blue balled by a girl and took it all out on me. Grant was a bit nervous. Or at least unsure of himself. He didn't seem to care that Clark was there, as much as he was unsure about how this was going to go down. But, he appeared desperate enough to try. This was just a pent up regular guy, who thought my body would be more satisfying than another jerk off sesh. I had a feeling he'd been wanking too much and needed to feel something warm on his cock. 

I didn't respond to him. I just got down on my knees. Right on the rug in the middle of the room. I saw Clark shift in the periphery of my sight. He was going to watch what was happening.

Grant quickly pulled his pants and underwear down together to mid thigh. His half hard dick looked thick. Suddenly, my throat wasn't sore anymore. 

He just stood there, crossing his arms, waiting for me to do my thing. I felt like I had become an expert the night before. I leaned forward and put my hands on his hips to steady myself, and sucked the tip of his dick into my mouth. The night before, every dick was rock hard before it touched my lips, but this one was still waking up. It was a totally different sensation in my mouth. It started getting hard as soon as it touched my tongue, and I really liked that. He let out a breath, dropping his hands to my head and lightly gripping my messy, brown hair. I moved up and down his shaft, circling it with my tongue, and he started to get big. Too big.  The thing was stretching my lips even more than the night before, but he was started, and there was no stopping at this point. He tipped my body back until I was sitting with my back against the bed, and started rubbing his dick in and out of my mouth, the ridge of the large dick head popping in and out of my lips, and rubbing the sensitive underside against my tongue. 

Soon he was leaning forward, pressing my head back into the bed, basically lying on top of my face and stuffing my throat while I held his ass, partly to mitigate his rapid pace, and partly to make him go harder. I couldn't even decide which I wanted. 

He grunted repeatedly as he used my mouth, and after a few minutes I noticed he had put in his airpods, and was looking at porn on his phone. That was somehow even hotter. I loved that he was literally using me as a sex toy. There was no attention on me, and it was just my job to give him the most stress relief that I could. I fingered some of the saliva dripping down my chin, and brought it to his ass. I pressed between his cheeks, which were opening and closing with his thrusts, and pressed inward. I felt him clench on my finger, then he just melted into it and started humping me faster. I heard his breathing get weird, like he was almost whimpering, very lightly under his breath. 

He barely let me breathe, but I was getting good at taking a deep breath when I had a chance, and soon I was pushing my finger deep inside his ass and wiggling it around. He leaned forward and pressed all the way into my throat, his balls forcefully mashed against my chin, his pubes pushing against my nose. And I finally felt the now familiar pulsing in my throat. He rubbed it in and out of me just a few centimeters, really hammering into the deepest parts he could touch with his thick cock. He pulled out, and I took a huge breath. I saw his whole, hard cock for the first time, and it looked so big. In the light of day, it hit really different to take a dick like that. 

I coughed, sputtered, and swallowed, readjusting my throat. He quickly pulled up his pants. The look on his face was pure joy.

"Thanks, bro," he said, then let himself out. I was still sitting there trying to wipe the spit off my face and chest. I looked down and saw my own big boner in my underwear, a big pre-cum spot betraying how much I enjoyed that. 

"You're like... a real faggot now," Clark said, almost startling me. I had forgotten he was even there. I chuckled at that.

"Maybe I am," I said.

Clark hopped down off his bed, showing that he had a big boner in his pants. I sort of just froze, wondering what he wanted, and if it was the same thing I did. He walked over to me and looked down at my face, as my eyes stayed fixed on his bulge.

"Then I might as well get some use out of you," he said. Our dynamic was different now, and I was enjoying the shift. 

"Take it out for me," he said. So I did. It was nice and big. The smell hit me. He hadn’t showered after last night. I wondered if he had fucked me last night. I didn’t even want to ask.

"Lick it," he said curtly. I leaned forward and ran my tongue from the base of his shaft up to the tip. I felt it pulse lightly as I hit the sensitive spots. 

"Put it in your mouth now," he said, and I started bobbing my head on it. It was a rush being told what to do. And having my previously boring roommate help me have this strange new release was a thrill. I held his hips and encouraged him to fuck my face. He held my head and started going hard.

He bounced my head on his dick to a quick orgasm, and flooded my tongue with his cum. I swallowed it all instinctively, and wiped my face as he pulled out. 

“This could be our new morning ritual, actually,” he said as he stepped over to the bathroom. He left the door open as he peed again. I got up and sat on my bed. I started to rub my dick with my soft blanket. I came almost immediately, the taste of dick and cum in my mouth and the memory of having just been fucked in the face helping push me over the edge.

Clark walked out while I was wiping off my chest and stomach.

“Oh, here’s something for you,” he said, grabbing a bag off his desk that I didn’t notice was there before. “Your brother dropped it off this morning.” My stomach sank immediately. Oh shit, I thought to myself, I completely forgot about him. I felt my hole twitch at the memory.

Clark threw the bag onto my lap. “He said to put it on you when you woke up.”

I was confused. I was enjoying the dick, but I wasn’t about to let them put some lingerie on me or anything like that.

I opened the bag, but there was no lingerie inside. It was just a confusing little metal thing. It had metal ridges and a loop around the bottom. It was shiny and brand new, but it had been opened.

“What is this?” I asked.

“He said it’s called a cock cage.”