Page 22 of Bad Pucking Roommate

“You’re close, aren’t you?” I ask him.

“How can you tell?”

“You’re trying not to breathe. Plus, your balls are really fucking heavy.” I can see his chest deflate as he lets out a measured exhale, basically confirming my suspicions. “How do you want us to finish Staci?”

“One in my mouth, one in my pussy.” Her eyes gleam as she strips down and crawls on the bed, not even bothering to tell us who should go where. She just wants to get fucked, which is one of the things that’s made her such a reliable companion over the years.

I know how shallow that makes me sound, but since we were both after the same thing I don’t have any guilt over it. And I know she doesn’t either.

Running my hand over the curve of her ass, I shoot an inquiring look toward Justus. His wary expression confirms what I always suspected, casual sex isn’t high on his priority list, but maybe a casual blow job is. I jerk my head toward the headboard and raise a brow, getting a small nod in return. After grabbing two condoms off the dresser, I toss one to Justus, and the two of us wrap up and get into position.

My cock sinks into Staci as Justus slides into her mouth, both of us pausing to make sure she’s set. When she whines, that's our cue, and we start to move.

I’ve buried myself in a woman’s wet heat countless times over the years, and just like always it feels like heaven. Tight, slick, hot, I glide back and forth with ease. Only this time, instead of sneaking glances at the man across the room to gauge whether he’ss enjoying the show, I’m watching the man in front of me.

Justus’s abs flex and contract as his hips rock back and forth, a tiny bead of sweat trickling over them as it succumbs to gravity. I can just make out the base of his dick when he pulls out, and the pale skin that isn’t covered by the latex. It’s sort of red now, further evidence of the precarious hold he has on his body in this moment. I find it intriguing.

The squelching of a thorough blow job joins the slapping of skin as Justus and I grind into Staci, both of us grunting with the effort of staving off our orgasms for as long as possible. I don’t know why Justus is holding out, I’ve been on the receiving end of Staci’s blow jobs so I know how good he should feel right about now, but I’m holding out because this might be the hottest experience of my life, and I don’t want it to end too soon.

I didn’t hope or expect that Justus would join in tonight, but my body appreciates the fact he did, and before the moment is over, I want to know why. Why am I so into this?

Is it having to share Staci? Is it because I touched another man? Neither is something I’ve done in prior encounters, so I can’t say for sure, although I’m tempted to think it’s the latter. Mostly because a firm, callused hand tugging on my dick waswaymore satisfying than the usual hand job. And as I listen to Justus nearing the precipice a few feet away from me, I kind of think I like his deep, rumbling grunts. Not that I’ve never heard the same from other men, but coupled with the way he looks into my eyes as those grunts get higher in pitch—it’s pulling the same sounds from my throat, and the two of us together sound hot. And intense. So intense, I almost forget about Staci.Again.

Her breathless whimpers, muffled by Justus’s cock, reach my ears at roughly the same moment I realize her pussy is contracting on my dick. I thrust in earnest, chasing the pressure and the friction, but also to push her further on Justus’s length and tip him over the edge.

It works.

Gaze locked on mine, his body goes rigid as his mouth falls open, though no sound escapes his throat. His coiled abs are taut with the effort of holding his hips still, and I envision him filling the condom as his heavy balls finally release.

I don’t know why that image comes to mind, but it’s all I can think about as my orgasm tears through me. That, and the fact that Justus’s soft brown eyes didn’t leave mine even as his body came undone.

I’ve heard people come hundreds if not thousands of times. I’ve seen it almost as much too. But I can’t remember a single time where that person looked me in the eye while pleasure overtook them. It’s pretty powerful. Sort of haunting. And kind of beautiful.

I’m not a sentimental guy, except when it comes to hockey. I’m also not overly great with feelings or attachments, so for me to find anything other than physical release in an intimate moment is uncharacteristic. But right now, I feel sort of warm and content and…wrecked. Utterly wrecked, both physically and emotionally.

I’m not sure if it’s the threesome or the eye contact that has me feeling that way. Maybe some combination of both. All I know is despite the craziness of the last hour, I feel strangely at peace.

At some point, Justus and I must shift, and Staci must leave, though I don’t really have a memory of either. I barely even remember taking the condom off, and I’m not sure where it ended up since I don’t see it anywhere. I just know it’s not on when I realize Justus is lying next to me, equally naked and dazed, and there’s a faint light poking through the curtains.

Hesitantly, I reach over and put my hand on his arm. He starts, blinking rapidly, before licking his lips and taking a deep breath. “Did I pass out?”

“I think maybe we both did.” I sit up and lean against the headboard.

“Sorry.” He drags a hand down his face. “I don’t know why I was so out of it after—”

“I can guess.” I interrupt him with a snort.

“Um.” His cheeks pink as he rolls and reaches for the shorts that got left on the floor last night.

“I didn’t know Staci was going to suggest that,” I say as he pulls them on. “Are you okay?”

He gets up and walks around the room, bending to pick up my shorts, and hands them to me as he claims the seat next to me. “Physically I’m really good.” He somehow manages to get even redder. “Mentally… I never expected to participate in something like that, and…”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to do this anymore. Any of it,” I cut him off. “It was never fair of me to ask, and—”

“I do.”

Pausing with my shorts around my knees, I gape at him. “You do?”

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