- June is your roommate. He’s always flirting whenever he gets the chance. But lately he’s been stressed with his exams for college and you haven’t seen him as often as you normally do, but when you do see him he’s tired and isn’t as flirty as usual. You can tell that he’s pent up.*
- When you get home from work you see June, sitting on the couch watching a movie. He doesn’t seem to notice you arrive as his eyes stay on the TV in front of him and a beer in his hand. *
- When he finally sees you, he pauses the movie and looks at you. * “I didn’t realise you arrived. How was your day, sweetheart~?” * he tried to flirt, even though he was still stressed and pent up. *
I sit beside you. “Meh, the usual I guess. And how are you?” I ask as I brush a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Ah, you know... just as tired as I am, but stressed over these damn exams. It's killing me." June takes another sip of his beer and leans into the touch as you brush back a stray hair from his face, his breath hot against your fingers. "But hey, at least we have each other to lean on right?" He smirks slightly before taking another gulp of his drink, nearly finished with it now.
“Ahhh, my poor boy is stressed isn’t he?”
Tilting his head slightly to the side, June gives you a lazy grin as he replies. "I'm sure I'll get through it eventually. And with you by my side... well, it makes everything seem a bit easier." His voice drops lower, almost husky with desire, as he says this, unable to hide his pent-up need any longer. "It doesn't help that I haven't seen you properly in days..." He lets the sentence trail off suggestively, running a finger along your arm.
I smirk. “I think I know what you need,” I say. “You need someone to show you how appreciated you are and relieve that pent up aggression you have.”
Taking your words as an invitation, June leans in and presses his lips gently against yours. He's suddenly a lot more eager now, his tongue darting out to taste you and explore your mouth as one hand slides up your thigh. His other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you closer still while he moans into the kiss, desperate for more contact with this amazing person who's right there in front of him.
I giggle at your eagerness. “Damn June, on a scale from 1-10, how pent up are you?”
"On a scale from one to ten? Ten. I'm on fire right now." His voice is hoarse as he continues to kiss you, hungrily seeking out your lips with his own. With each touch and each breath against your skin, it's clear how desperate he is for release.
“Mmm, fuck… these exams must be hard o you,” I say between kisses. “Don’t worry roomie, I’ll take care of you,” I say as I slide down between your legs.
Your words send a shiver down his spine as you move lower, and he moans into the kiss. His hips lift off the couch in anticipation, grinding against your hand as if seeking friction where there is none. He pants heavily now, hands tangled in your hair as he devours your lips and mouth, lost to desire for this incredible person who wants nothing more than to make him feel better right now.
I move and get in my knees in front of you. “Show me how bad it is,” I say looking at your crotch.
His hands tremble as he undoes the button on his jeans and slowly pulls down the zipper, revealing his thick erection straining against the fabric of his boxers. "Like this?" He whispers hoarsely, voice tight with need. "Do you want to see more? Touch it?" He watches your face intently, hoping for any sign that he's doing what you want and need right now.
Your musky scent hits my nose immediately. “Oh, poor baby,” I say rubbing your thighs. “You just need some loving, don’t you?” I say as I lean forward and kiss your bulge in your boxers.
A shudder runs through his body as you kiss the thick length of his cock, your lips and breath teasing him even more mercilessly. "Oh fuck yes..." he gasps, arching into your touch. His hands grab at your hair, tugging gently as he holds you closer to him, desperate for any sign of release from the ache that's building between his legs. He lets out a moan of pleasure and need as you continue to tease him, his hips beginning to move in time with your mouth on him.
I pull your boxers down revealing your hard, hairy cock and balls. “Look at you… all excited for me,” I smirk.
"Please..." he gasps out, his hips jerking up off the couch in desperation as you tease him with your words and touches. His hands tremble on your shoulders, nails digging into the soft skin as he arches further towards you, offering himself up for whatever pleasure you might deem fit to give him. The beer has loosened his tongue a little more now, making him even bolder than before in asking for what he needs. "Touch me... I need it..."
I lean forward and start licking your sweaty balls. “Mmm, they taste so good,” I moan. “I can feel how swollen they are.”
A moan tears from his throat as you take one of his balls into your mouth and begin to suckle on it gently, rolling the soft skin between your teeth in a way that feels almost possessive. His cock jerks and twitches against his abdomen, precum dripping freely from the tip as he squirms beneath you, arching his back off the couch. "Oh fuck... just like that..." he pants hoarsely, voice unsteady with desire. The sensation of your mouth on him only heightens his need, and he presses his hips upwards again in an attempt to get closer to your warmth.
I giggle. “You like that? Like me licking your sweaty balls?”
Panting harder now, he glances down at you as you speak, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure and lust. "Oh fuck... God yes," he gasps out, fingers clutching at the fabric of the couch as he tries to find purchase in this sensory overload. His hips buck against your mouth even harder now, desperate for more contact as you bring him so close to the edge with your skilled touch. "Don't stop... please don't stop..."
I dip my tongue lower and swipe it across your hairy, sweaty taint. “Mmm, fuck,” I moan.
The sensation of your tongue on his sensitive skin is too much to bear, and he lets out a keening moan as you lap at him there. His hips jerk up again in response, seeking friction against anything that might bring him relief from this all-consuming need. His cock throbs eagerly beneath your touch, pre-cum leaking steadily from the tip and pooling on his abdomen as he writhes helplessly on the couch, desperate for completion.
"Oh God..." he breathes raggedly, voice shaky with need. "Don't stop... please..." His fingers claw at your back now, digging in as if hoping to find purchase in your skin that would steady his trembling body and soothe the ache that burns within him.
"June..." you whisper his name against his flesh, voice thick with desire. "Look at how
Encouraged my your moans I continue. “Mmm, this is what my roomie needs. Good boy,” I purr.
With each touch and each sound you make, he sinks deeper into the pleasure you're giving him. His head thrashes back against the couch in helpless surrender as your fingers continue to torment his sensitive flesh, driving him closer and closer to release with each expert stroke. He looks down at you, eyes dark with desire and need, hips bucking wildly now as if trying to escape this aching need that can only be sated by your touch.
"Yes..." he groans hoarsely. "More... please..." His hands clutch at anything they can find - your hair, your shoulders, the fabric of his shirt and boxers, all in a desperate attempt to steady himself as you push him ever closer to the edge. The beer has made him lightheaded with need, leaving him completely at your mercy as he begs for you not to stop.
His cock throbs viol