Taking Care of My Roommate | E7

All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.

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I Found Him Horny. He Needed Me More Than Ever.

I came back from training later than usual. I was tired, sweaty, my head still filled with the rhythm of my breathing and the weight of the barbell. I closed the door quietly, not wanting to wake anyone, and then I heard it. Not the TV. Not music. A moan. A broken, choppy sound that sounded more like crying than pleasure.

I stopped in the hallway. My heart raced. The sound was coming from Mike's room.

I walked closer and knocked once, reflexively. No answer. Just another moan, more desperate. I opened the door.

Mike was naked. Completely naked. He was standing by the bed, leaning forward slightly, holding a masturbator in his hand. He was trying to push himself into it, but his movements were nervous and clumsy. His cock was hard, red, stretched to the limit. Sweat glistened on his stomach and thighs. His face... was wet. With tears.

When he saw me, he froze. He immediately let go of the masturbator and covered his face with his hands, as if I had caught him doing something terribly shameful.

"Mike..." I said quietly and moved closer. "What happened?"

He was breathing heavily, irregularly. For a moment, he was unable to speak. Then he lowered his hands. His eyes were red, his gaze broken, but his body... his body said something completely different. His hard cock pulsed, betraying him mercilessly.

"I can't take it," he blurted out. "All this stuff... what you've been helping me with... it's been fucking awesome. But I have to..." His voice broke. "I have to fuck. I need it. Now."

He stood naked in front of me, tearful, horny, completely exposed, physically and emotionally. The masturbator lay on the bed like a pathetic substitute for what he really wanted.

And in that one moment, I knew one thing.

It was no longer curiosity.

It was no longer frustration.

It was a need that had just stopped pretending to be anything else.

I looked at him for a long time. Not with surprise. Not with shock. But with something deeper, a tenderness you feel low in your stomach when you see someone strong completely falling apart in front of you. His eyes were still shiny with tears, but his body was no longer trembling. He stood naked, sweaty, with a hard cock.

"If you want... you can fuck me," I said quietly.

Mike froze. My heart was in my throat, but I kept my voice calm. I saw his pupils dilate, his body reacting immediately. As if he couldn't believe it was really happening.

"Really?" he asked in a hoarse, slightly absent voice. "You'll agree?"

I nodded.

"I told you, you can ask me for anything."

And suddenly his face changed. As if my agreement not only moved him, but calmed him down. His shoulders slumped, his breathing evened out. He was no longer panicked. He was ready.

I started to undress without saying a word. T-shirt, shorts, I slipped everything off quickly but without rushing. I didn't want to break the moment with loud gestures. Mike sat down on the bed, leaned his back against the headboard, and looked at me like someone who had just gotten something he never dared to imagine.

I reached for the lube and knelt in front of him. I spread it on my own hole first, slowly, breathing deeply. My fingers made a few circles, pressing lightly, just enough to get used to the feeling. Then I moved my hand to his cock, hard, hot, slightly throbbing. I covered it thoroughly, not missing a single spot.

He looked at me as if hypnotized.

There was no more uncertainty in him. Only hunger.

And something else, something tender, something that said: You are really important to me.

And that's why I wanted it to be perfect.

Not quick. Not random. Just exactly what he needed.

I straddled him, feeling his tense body beneath me. His cock was hard, wet with gel, and hot as metal in the sun. I lifted myself slightly and guided him between my buttocks with one hand. I could feel the tip of his cock right at my entrance, exactly where it was supposed to be.

I looked him in the eyes.

"Breathe. Don't do anything. I'll take you," I said low, calmly, but with that tone he knew so well. Leading.

And I began to sit down.

The first few seconds were always like opening up a new space. Slow, stretching, sensual. I felt him slide into me, inch by inch, as my body took him all in, opening up and pulsing. My mouth opened involuntarily and a low sigh escaped my throat.

"Fuck, Matt..." Mike moaned. "You're so... tight..."

I smiled through my teeth before I even reached the end.

"Believe me," I gasped, "my ass is tighter than that masturbator of yours. Be glad I stepped in before you finished by yourself."

I heard his laughter mixed with his moans. And then I started to move.

Slowly at first, I circled my hips, exploring its shape inside me. Then I rose and fell, once, twice, deeper. The rhythm increased. I jumped on him harder and harder, and his hand clenching and relaxing in time with my pace, the other one resting calmly.

My cock was already stiff, bouncing with every movement, wet with precum, hitting his stomach, leaving marks.

"Matt..." he gasped. "I'm... I'm coming..."

I didn't slow down. On the contrary, I fell on him again, deep, all the way to the end. I wanted him to feel all of me at that moment. Every inch.

"Do it," I said quietly, almost in a whisper. "Fill me up."

He moaned loudly, without restraint. I felt his cock twitch violently inside me, pulsing, warmth spreading inside. The orgasm intense, long, uncontrollable. I felt everything. Every wave.

"Fuck..." I whispered. "You're filling me... I can feel everything."

A few more movements, slower now, more chaotic, and I felt that I was close too. Too close to stop it. My hips began to move faster, my body reacting on its own.

"Mike..." I shouted, my voice breaking. "I'm... I'm coming!"

He looked up at me. His eyes were wide, moist, but calm. He smiled slightly.

"Come on," he said quietly. "I'm waiting. Straight on me."

I slid out of him and knelt over him. My hand wrapped around my cock, and a few quick strokes were enough. The orgasm burst out of me violently, streams falling on his chest and stomach, leaving warm marks. I groaned low and fell heavily on top of him, breathing as if I had just run a race.

We lay there for a moment. Sweaty. Tired. Connected in a way that cannot be undone.

Mike ran his hand down my back and whispered,

"Matt... I'm glad I have you."

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to smile.

Because I knew that what had just happened was more than sex.