Sex Addict Roommate

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It became a problem for him I think. Last year we were only freshmen in college, eighteen years old, but my new roommate, Geoff couldn't go to sleep some nights until he got laid. Eventually he got into anal stimulation with himself, which I learned by accident when I saw a dildo fall out from under his covers one night onto the floor. He clearly didn't find a lot of girls who were into that. 

A couple months into the school year, people got focused on midterms and other things. When his hookups dried up, he got restless.

He asked me nervously once, if I would fuck him. Now I considered myself one of the most open minded people. If you asked me at the start of the year if I would hook up with a guy at some point in college, the answer would’ve been “maybe, yeah.” I didn’t want to miss out on anything. But when he asked me, it hit me that I simply was not into the idea of some hairy dick and balls hanging there while I'm getting off, so I declined. He was definitely a good looking dude, and relatively popular, but I thought when I hooked up with a guy it was going to be some horny femboy at a frat party and I wouldn’t learn his name or ever see him again.

Geoff was distressed, and disappeared from the room, stumbling back home at 5am, sweaty and smelling like sex. But the next night, he asked again, saying I could take pics if I wanted. I declined a little less politely this time. “Fuck off. And why would anyone take pics of that??”

Over the next few days, he started flashing me and pretending it was an accident, but showing me that he had zero hair anywhere below his waist. Apparently, he liked to shave it all. I never pictured seeing a guy's dick that was totally shaved. That, somehow, was a turning point for me, and even though I continued to decline his invitations to take my dick, the thought was seeded in my mind. His obvious plan was working.

I told him to find some gay guys to fuck, but he said he wouldn't trust any random guy on campus, just me and my "big dick" as he called it. Apparently he'd been sneaking peaks at my morning wood and thought it was the right size and shape to get him where he needs to go. 

After waking up from a very sexy dream one night, I looked over and saw him. He had a dildo suction cupped to the wall and was pressing back into it repeatedly. I was looking at him from the side, and saw his whole body, athletic and toned, big shoulders, wavy brown hair just past his ears. He was wearing big headphones, while he thought I was asleep.His dick was big, rock hard, and pointed straight, without a curve. His hairless ass was actually pretty big and round, kind of juicy, like a girl who played sports. I was sleeping naked under my sheets, having taken off my underwear after I went to bed, like usual. I grabbed my underwear and balled them up, throwing them at his head to try to alert him that I was awake. I don’t know why I assumed he would be embarrassed. I had momentarily forgotten that he lived without shame in this dorm. They unfurled in mid-air and just landed softly on his head. He turned to me in feigned surprise. That’s when I realized he woke me up on purpose for me to see it. 

I rolled my eyes and lay back down, plopping my head on my pillow and staring at the ceiling, my dick still hard under my sheets from my sexy dream. I had been in bed with two girls who were competing over who could pleasure my cock more, my greatest fantasy, yet to be achieved in real life. I looked back over at Geoff, who was now going ham on his ass with the wall dildo, while watching a video of some milf pegging a college-aged stud. He was really committed to this. I started to rub myself under my blanket, remembering my dream, but also waking up to how intense the view in front of me was. It wasn’t exactly my scene, but it’s hard to deny that anything sexual can tip an eighteen year old into masturbation, even if it’s the last thing he would expect to be doing. I watched as Geoff started stroking himself, pressing the dildo as deep as it would go, really re-forming his insides. Just as he froze and squirted a fat load onto a towel, I finished myself off into a sock, quickly dropped it between my bed and the wall, turned away from him and fell asleep, physically satisfied but mentally, a bit shook.

The next morning, I woke up first, and found him passed out, above his sheets, butt naked, his dick half hard and resting on his hip. He had clearly gone on an all night bender tearing apart his ass and yanking on his dick until he finally passed out. I looked at myself in the mirror, thinking about how hot I looked personally. I was as fit as Geoff, nothing to be jealous of, and my dick was definitely bigger, confirmed now that I had seen it at full mast, right in the middle of orgasm.

In parallel with Geoff, while I was far from a sex addict, I also found my teen hormones a steady driving force in my life. I was eighteen, living on my own for the first time, and honestly said yes to every single girl who tried to fuck me that first semester. But seeing him fall down this rabbit hole of obsession affecting his daily life, I kept my distance from trying too hard. I could wank one out when needed and go back to my life goals: doing well in school, making good friends, having some boys time and doing fun stuff. Still, the more Geoff descended into chaos, the more I thought about using him to relieve myself instead of my hand. When I was horny, I would start to think about his pre-warmed, lubed up hole squeezing my cock instead of my hand. Of course, after I would cum, the idea would be pushed as far away from my mind as possible.

Luckily, the tone changed for him the following weekend when midterms were over. He started getting lucky again, whether by meeting girls at parties or going on tinder. The problem was that he tended to bring them back to our dorm. I refused to get sexiled, so I was often just putting in my airpods, listening to music or TV streaming, and ignoring it. For a couple weeks straight, he had sex in our room every single night. On a couple occasions, I overheard him tell the girl that he was putting in a butt plug. Their reactions were mixed. One girl asked for one for herself, and I heard them moan to a really pleasant mutual orgasm after fucking for a long time. Another girl said something along the lines of “you’re a fucking freak” and left, after which I had to endure another full night of him using the wall dildo to get off. 

Whenever I saw him awake, he looked tired, sort of out of it mentally, clearly not focusing well on school. I started to worry a bit that he was going too hard, that he was one of those people who aren’t ready for the freedoms of college. However, things only got worse in December once the sex binge was over. People were focused on finals or else leaving campus early for winter break. While most of the campus was trying to get enough adderall to finish all their studying on time, he was just trying to get his dick wet by any girl with a pulse.

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One night after I finished studying, I came back to the room around dinner time. Geoff was normally gone at this time of day, doing whatever he did, and my personal routine was to have a quick wank sesh before meeting some of the guys for dinner. But that night I was surprised to find him butt naked on his bed, on all fours, his hairless, big, jock ass and pink hole facing me directly. He was wearing a jock strap, like a real athletic one from baseball or whatever. He looked clean, like I could literally smell shower soap, a stark contrast to the male smell I hated, that I was used to around other guys. But even after a shower, a guy normally had ass hair, and an unappealing set of balls hanging down. All Geoff had was smooth skin and a jock strap. My mind had been bending toward fucking him for months now, and his ballsiness had put the final nail in that coffin. I looked at him in a new way from that moment. He was a hole. 

He dropped his head to look at me upside down through his legs. He didn’t say anything. He just threw the bottle of lube back behind him, and it landed next to his foot. I reached for the bottle and inspected it. I’d never even held a bottle of lube before. This was dirty, and I liked it. Geoff lifted his head up and opened his laptop, picking one of my favorite videos of all time. It had two of my favorite porn stars getting fucked back and forth while they made out. I dropped my pants, and Geoff didn’t even look back at me. I saw his hole wink in anticipation, even though I hadn’t touched him yet. I could sense his obsessive need for sexual stimulation basically humming through his body. I grabbed the soul of his foot and started to rub it. I always liked to rub girls’ feet when we were getting frisky. It wasn’t a fetish, really, just an intimate way to start things. If Geoff was going to be my girl tonight, I was going to warm myself up how I normally did.

He didn’t flinch when I rubbed his foot. I ran a hand up his calf, and was briefly taken out of the moment when I felt the leg hair. I dropped his calf and brought my focus to what I was here for, that ass. I reached for him with both hands and gripped tightly. Geoff leaned back into me, enjoying the rough glute massage. I rubbed in circles until my thumbs reached his warm, pink center. I spit on it out of instinct, and pushed in with both thumbs at once. I felt his hole squeeze back when I penetrated, cutting off the circulation to my thumbs, and I felt my dick pulsing against my pants. I pressed in and out until his hole was welcoming my thumbs easily. I pulled away and reached for my pants. 

“Open your hole,” I said as I slipped my thumbs into my waist band. He hesitated, frozen for a moment, before reaching back with both hands and grabbing his cheeks, spreading them apart. 

“Nice,” I said as I dropped my pants and underwear to my ankles, revealing my throbbing boner. “But I said your hole, open it.”

He hesitated again, then wordlessly brought his fingers to his hole, glistening with my spit, and stuck both his middle fingers inside, then started to stretch it. In a few seconds, a space opened up, and I could see his pink insides.

“More,” I said, and his hole stretched another centimeter open. He dug in further and pulled harder, his hole opening and closing as his fingers massaged it, each time getting ever so slightly more open. Soon, it looked to be open a few inches, about the diameter of my thick dick. I squirted some lube directly into his open hole, then poured some onto my shaft. I pulled his hands away, and leaned forward, letting my dick approach his waiting opening. When it met his body, I saw him tense up, and I put a hand on his hip, the other on his lower back. The soothing position you use when you’re fucking a virgin. Although he was anything but a virgin, we were both doing something new, and it was clearly warranted. Since he was a guy, not a girl, I was comfortable going rough on him, and pressed in balls deep pretty quickly. A weird mix of a moan and a whimper came out of him, but his body leaned back into me. I could sense a certain satisfaction in him immediately, even though his body was still adjusting to a big part of mine being inside him. 

I gripped his hips tightly, driving into him with a steady rhythm that started to make the bed creak beneath us. Geoff’s moans muffled when he buried his face in a pillow, and I could feel his body responding to every thrust. His hole was warm, and tightened every time I shoved in deeply, squeezing me. I leaned down, pressing my chest against his back, and watched the girls getting fucked on his screen. I pictured his body was a sexy girl, but in my head I knew it was a guy, with muscles, who could take whatever I gave him. I fucked him at maximum speed, and he whimpered in response, arching his back to take me deeper. I didn’t need words to know how much he craved it. Almost by accident, I was cumming inside him within the first five minutes.

I pulled out and watched my cum drip down between his smooth cheeks. He didn’t move, just lay there breathing heavily, his hole still twitching as the white goo oozed out. I never went soft, and I didn’t give him much time to recover before I was pressing into him again, this time going straight for fast mode, no need to warm up this slutty hole. My dick frothed up with white foam from my first load, and I could hear the slick sounds of our wet bodies meeting, the slap of our skin. Geoff clutched the sheets and enjoyed the pounding as I used him relentlessly. He didn’t touch himself, like a good boy, probably realizing that I didn’t want to see that shit. I came sort of quickly again, too excited by the free use aspect of what was going on. This time I sat back for a bit and opened my phone while he stayed where he was, not moving a muscle, apparently aware that if I didn’t put my clothes on yet, then I was going to go for another round. I took a pic of his cummy hole, some sort of a trophy necessitated by my incipient dominant streak. I texted it to my buddy Luke, with the message, “My sex toy tonight, apparently.”

After just a few minutes of rest, I started going for a third round. I held him tightly as he lay flat on the bed, my fingers digging into his smooth, muscular skin, reminding him who was in control. This time, I really didn’t hold back, slamming into him with a rhythm that made the bed creak even louder. I was straight up gooned for this hole. Geoff’s moans were louder now, less restrained, and he pressed back against me more assertively, taking every inch of me and helping me go even deeper. I lasted for over a half hour this time, not even taking a break. This was the only workout I needed today. His body was slick with sweat, his muscles tightening in waves as he tried to keep up with me.

As I pounded into him, I felt him tense up suddenly, his hole squeezing me tighter than it had all night. It pulsed around my dick rhythmically, and for a moment, I thought I was feeling his heartbeat. The sensation pushed me over the edge one last time, and I came hard, filling him up again. When I finally pulled out, his red, used hole gaped slightly, looking thoroughly wrecked. That’s when I noticed the shocker, Geoff’s own big, hard dick had slipped out of his jock strap pouch, and he’d spilled a thick load all over the sheets between his thighs.

I was weirdly proud that I’d made him cum without him even touching himself. I reached for my phone lying on the nightstand and took another pic, for good measure. “Look at you,” I muttered, giving his ass a firm slap. He whimpered softly, his body still trembling from the intensity of it all. I threw on my pants, feeling a strange mix of satisfaction and curiosity about what this meant for us. Geoff lay there, spent and silent, his hole still twitching slightly as my cum leaked out onto the sheets.

As I got ready to leave to eat, I noticed his breathing had slowed, his body limp and spent. I looked down at his face and saw that he’d fallen asleep, his breaths soft and rhythmic. Even in sleep, his hole twitched, still hungry for more. I gently covered him with a blanket. He looked more serene than I had seen him all semester, the tension that usually marked his features completely gone.

Even after three rounds, my dick was still half hard in my pants, throbbing from the intensity of what we’d just done, but it was over for now. I grabbed my phone and saw a text from Luke: “Bro what the fuck is that…” then a minute later he had sent “Ready for dinner?” I smirked, knowing he wouldn’t have believed a word of what I was about to tell him if it weren’t for the pic. My roommate wasn’t just a sex addict, as crazy as it sounded, he was my new sex toy.