Temporary RoommateWarnings: Cuckholding, Cum FartsRoman is one of my closest friends. Literally woul
Temporary RoommateWarnings: Cuckholding, Cum FartsRoman is one of my closest friends. Literally would not have survived high school without him. We were hanging out a lot for the last summer and I even got him a job at the same place I work. It’s seriously great I’ve never had a closer friend than my boyfriend. Unfortunately, due to some shitty dating, he needed a place to stay and he really didn’t want to move back in with his parents because they lived like two states away. So, I did the reasonable thing and talked to my boyfriend about letting him stay with us for a while. We have a whole extra bedroom that’s not being used, he can use the blow-up mattress until he gets back on his feet. My boyfriend was of course fine with it as long as Roman didn’t eat any of his food. Roman, brought his small number of items he needed to survive on and quickly got settled in our apartment. It was actually pretty cool, when we worked the same shifts we’d carpool together to work. He kept offering to pay us but I kept telling him to save the money so he could get a place of his own. One day when we weren’t working the same shift I got home and walked into my bedroom to find Roman bent over with his bare ass pointed to the door. “Jesus.” I cover my eyes with my hand and walk right back out the door. “Roman, could you put some clothes back on please.” “Dude, come on, you know you want a taste.” “Yes, I do, but I’m in a happy relationship and I’m not going to ruin that. So, if you’d be so kind, please put some clothes on and get out of my room.” “Think of it as payment for letting me stay here.” “We’re not doing this Roman.” I hear him huff and there is a ruffle of clothes. “You know where to find me.” He walks back to his room and I just stare at the ground. Did that really happen? I don’t give it much thought during the week. Who am I kidding, I thought of it every day. I wanted to eat him out since high school. Especially when he wore that tight wrestling singlet. But, I’m in a committed happy relationship, and like I said, I wasn’t going to ruin that. That was all well and good until I came home two weeks after the initial event to find my boyfriend fucking Roman on our bed. “What the fuck Roman?!” I yell as I pull my boyfriend off him. “Get away from my boyfriend.” “Hey if you weren’t going to get a taste might as well let him right?” He winks at me as he walks out the room. “What the hell?” You turn your attention to your boyfriend. “He said you said it was okay.” If I could see red, I was definitely seeing it now. I almost went to Roman’s room and murdered him. “I’m going to kill him.” “I’m so sorry babe, I thought he was being honest.” He’s holding onto me so tight, like he’s afraid I’m going to go into the next room and murder Roman. I probably would have. I made it a point for the next week to avoid Roman at all costs. Sure I could’ve kicked him out, but he wouldn’t have anywhere to go. Sure, he fucked up and I’m mad as hell but he’s still a friend and someone should look out for him. Things started getting weird though. Since my boyfriend works late nights, I’d go to sleep before he gets home. I’d routinely wake up in the middle of the night because I felt like I was being watched. And every time I would always get a smell of musk. I never really thought anything about it, maybe it was just my boyfriend sweating in the night. When I woke up for work, my boyfriend confronted me. “Are you sleeping with Roman?” I gaze at him confused. “Hell no!” “Then explain this.” He pulls out a pair of boxers that are definitely neither of ours. I lean in a little bit closer and take a sniff. That was the musk from last night! “He’s fucking with us.” “Ah, I see you found them.” Roman was standing in our doorway. “Here’s what I’m thinking. You let your boyfriend fuck me and then you lick my ass. Win-Win for all of us.” I look over at my boyfriend and he looks at me. “I mean, I’m down.” My boyfriend says. “What?” “I mean come on babe. You don’t like it when I fuck you. You always complain it’s too big.” “And I can take his dick like a champ.” Roman interjects. “Shut up.” I point at Roman and turn back around. “You’re serious? You’d be okay with this weird thrupple, cuck shit?” “Hell yeah. Look at his ass.” Roman turns so we both get a good view. “I’ve seen his ass since high school.” I shake my head. “I need to think about it. I’m going to be late to work.” I grab my clothes and leave straight away for work. I would be lying if I said I didn’t think about the offer all day at work. I was literally at half chub the whole day. I still hadn’t made a decision even when I was on my way home. I walked back into the apartment and once again found my boyfriend fucking Roman. This time I didn’t stop it. I just picked up a pair of my boyfriend’s boxers of the floor and started huffing on them. I jacked off as I watched him plow Roman into our bed. Finally when they were finished I got my turn to clean Roman up. I lapped up and down his crack getting my boyfriend’s cum in my mouth. I of course swallowed every drop. Then Roman farted the rest of the cum on my face. It splattered everywhere and I buried my tongue as far as I could so I could get that fart on my tongue. When he farted the second time that’s when I creamed my boxers. The cleanup was the most fun. We all hopped in the shower together. Weirdly enough we never asked Roman to leave. He just fit in too well. -- source link