Hung, Shy Roommate Needed a Girl — Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Rory, The Wildcard

Everyone is 18.

My body hadn’t quite recovered from what Blake and I had done earlier. My ass ached in weird, new ways. I felt stretched, used, and yet somehow... whole. Satisfied. Happy, even. There was a strange sensation lingering inside me, like a part of Blake hadn’t left when he pulled out. We were bonded now, in a way. I had made space for him, literally. My body had transmuted in the moment to accommodate him, reshaped itself to fit what he needed. It wasn't just the afterglow of sex. These weren't just body aches. They were growing pains. I had let someone in, fully, and my body remembered. 

And when, not even an hour later, he asked, quietly, almost like a kid asking to borrow the car, if I was up for more practice, I found myself nodding. My lips said, "sure," before my brain could weigh in. Maybe I was curious what round two would be like now that the ice was broken.

He started on me more confidently this time, no hesitation in his grip or in the way he lined himself up. I laid on my back with my legs up, deciding that it wouldn’t be weird to look at each other while we did it. Maybe it would even be fun this way. I could tell he had some reservations about looking directly at my dick while he penetrated me, but he pressed on.

I could feel it instantly. This wasn’t tentative exploration anymore. This was practiced and deliberate. He slid into me with a steady push, and my body recognized the sensation, even welcomed it despite the soreness. There was still a sting, a deep ache from earlier, but it blended with a strange, new warmth. Doing it a second time was different. Familiar, but heavier. As he picked up the pace and started pushing into that deepest part of my hole, there was something weirdly comforting about giving myself over to it. To him. I was being used, yes, but in a way that made me feel valued. I watched his abs tense as his giant cock disappeared under my balls, and it was somehow better than a basic hookup where a girl just used me to get herself off with my cock. Blake was literally using my body to achieve a goal, as weird as that sounded, even in my head. I pulled on my hard cock gently, making the sensations in my ass even stronger.

Blake was already getting better. More confident. More in control. And I liked being the thing that helped him figure that out.

Then suddenly I felt it, a creeping sensation that someone was watching. I didn’t hear anything, but there was a buzz at the base of my neck, a kind of sixth sense. I looked sideways, toward the window across the room.

And there he was.

Rory. The dorm’s walking punchline and unapologetic exhibitionist. He was infamous for strolling down the halls completely nude just to prove he could, and the rumors about him jerking off in group circles with the guys in his own dorm had taken on a life of their own. If there was one person on campus who would find a way to insert himself into something like this, figuratively or literally, it was Rory. Standing outside our window, face lit by the gaslamps in the courtyard. His eyebrows were raised so high they might’ve shot off his forehead. He wasn’t even trying to hide that he was watching. Just… staring at me. Watching Blake’s body pressed against mine. Watching the slow, rhythmic movement of our naked bodies locked together.

I panicked for a second, but I didn’t say a word. If I told Blake, he might stop. And I didn’t want him to stop.

I turned away from the window, flushed and weirdly more turned on now that someone was watching. I don't know why this makes it feel better but I don't give a fuck right now. I didn’t look back again.

Blake lifted me up and flipped me over, and I was in a sort of doggy style, but my body pressed closer to the bed, my knees wide and my ass spread open for him, like a prostrated catholic praying at the Vatican, face against the sheets.

Blake pummeled my hard and quickly finished inside me, as explosively as the first time, but with a more deliberate insertion, like he was in command of when he wanted to cum, and pressed into the exact spot inside me that he wanted to use to finish himself off. He was already becoming more comfortable in his skin. This time, he didn't wait for me to turn around. He reached between my legs, past my balls, and jerked my shaft with a tight grip. I was slowly rocking back and forth, like I was humping something, while he stroked me rapidly. I was thinking about being watched, being used, being whatever this was for Blake. Rory is gonna tell people, I thought just as I went over the edge. Blake continued stroking me until I was done squirting onto my bed again. It was an insane orgasm. He pulled out of me unceremoniously and wiped himself with a towel. I looked back to the window, and no one was there. 

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Later that night, after Blake fell asleep, I got the text.

Rory: "Why the fuck were you letting Blake fuck you in the ass?"

I stared at the screen, my heart pounding.

Me: "Why were you spying??"

Rory: "Idk. I was bored. I’ve done it before. I heard sex happening so I went around to the window. Usually I just see your white little ass bouncing around while you rail some girl. You know there are other positions besides doggy style right?"

His motormouth occurred in texts too, apparently. He just kept going.

Rory: "You’re an animal in the sack though. I’m jealous. I can’t last more than thirty seconds if I’m going full speed. Btw I didn’t know Blake had a murder weapon between his legs. Did you lose a bet or something?"

Me: "No. It’s complicated. He can’t get girls and I just like wanted to help him practice sort of."

Rory: "That’s gay as hell."

Me: "Fuck you and don’t tell anyone."

Rory: "Let me fuck too."

Me: "Wow. Now who’s gay."

Rory: "Not gay. I just dgaf."

Me: "Aight. I’ve seen your tiny dick anyway, so it should be easy."

Rory: "Fuck you I’m a grower."

Me: "Prove it faggot."

Two minutes later, the door opened without warning. Blake woke up with a start and looked up from his pillow, confused. I barely had time to pull a blanket over my lap, before I realized it was Rory.

He strolled in like it was his room too. “So, I’m joining,” he said to Blake, while already unbuttoning his shorts.

“What’s happening?” Blake asked, eyes wide.

Rory smirked. “More practice.”

He dropped his pants and, sure enough, his "grower" claim was legit. Not Blake-level, but bigger than I’d expected based on the flash peeks I’d tried to avoid looking at before.

Blake stayed silent, but didn’t move.

Rory walked right up, grabbed the lotion off my desk, and gave me a look like, "you cool with this?" A second later, I showed I was into it by getting back on my knees on my bed, and Rory was quickly behind me, slicking himself up.

He pushed in quickly, with less grace than Blake but more talk. “Damn. You really just let us go to town on you now, huh?”

It was a different sensation. Different shape, different angles. He hit spots Blake hadn’t. His rhythm was messier, and he had to pause more often, clearly fighting to hold back from a quick nut. “I told you,” he muttered between thrusts. “Thirty seconds max if I go full speed. Which means I should be using you as a practice girl too, build up some damn stamina. Fleshlight’s too expensive, so you're gonna have to do.”

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I was gripping the sheets when I heard movement behind me. Blake was standing up.

I barely turned my head before he reached for me, pulling me by the neck. I rose up, face to face with his now hard-again cock. This wasn’t what I expected, but I should’ve guessed. 

He didn’t ask. But I looked at him and nodded. He pressed forward as I opened my mouth. I could still taste my own body on him from earlier. It should’ve grossed me out. Instead, I felt my jaw burn as it stretched around him, my lips pulled wide to make room for the fullness. My throat flared with a deep ache as he pushed in farther, the raw stretch igniting something in me that was equal parts pain and purpose. Every sensation, my lips tingling, the pressure in my neck, the burning along my throat, folded into the overwhelming feeling of making him feel good. Giving that to him felt... right. And even as Rory moved behind me, sloppier but eager, I didn’t feel bad about it. I felt chosen. Their pleasure was mine too, and in that moment, being theirs felt more satisfying than anything else.

I was a decent lay with girls. But maybe, just maybe, this was my role for now: being the practice girl for the horny boys in my dorm.

By the time Rory finished in my ass, Blake had both hands in my hair. The way he moved wasn’t unsure anymore. He’d figured out something in himself. And the presence of Rory, chaotic and loud, had only pushed him further. I felt the pulsing in my ass, and then suddenly it was gone.

Rory pulled out with a grunt, smacked my ass like we were on a sports field, and hopped off the bed. "Alright, that’ll do for tonight," he said, casually tugging his pants back up like this was just a pit stop. He gave me a grin and wandered out without a goodbye.

Blake didn’t pause. He took a deep breath, tightened his grip on my hair, and came in my mouth without a sound. It hit fast and hard, his hips locking as I felt him pulse across my tongue. It was my first time swallowing, my first time having it happen in my mouth at all, but I didn’t gag, didn’t even flinch. I just let it happen, let it stay in me, and gulped it down as fast as it came out. I let it be part of what this night was.

I had taken him in completely. Mouth, body, everything. And somehow, even after three finishes, one in my throat, two down below, I didn’t feel hollow. I felt full.

Blake pulled back, wiped himself off, and said with the same appreciative voice he had when it was burger day at the student union, "That was tight."

He laid down under his covers and was asleep in seconds.

And I was left lying there, stretched, used, filled, and somehow completely fine with all of it.

Blake was quickly converting from a shaky virgin to a cocky wrecking ball in one night. Rory had decided to start practicing his stamina.

And I was the thing they were learning on.