Gay Roommate Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Blackmailing our roommate to get my GF to have threesome. Enjoy reading.. ****************** I walked into the apartment and heard unmistakable sex noises coming from the room of our roommate, Leah. There was loud moaning and grunting, and the bed rhythmically slamming against the wall. OK, I should start from the beginning. Early in my relationship with my girlfriend, Lauren, we had a two-bedroom apartment downtown. The second room was mostly unused until Lauren's friend Stacy had mentioned that her best friend, Leah, was starting law school nearby and needed a place to live.

“I do not have money now but I promise that I would make you feel good. And maybe you spent a lot of time with me because you love me.” “Already? I have not even seen the size of your dick.” “It might not be a nine inches like you expect but it sure would fit in that tight pussy of yours.”. “And even if it does not fit, I am always open to three homes and even four somes. The more the merrier. With that last text, she logged off with no good nights or sweet texts. I wanted to be the one saying those but we were not all that familiar. There was no one really active anymore on the site so I spent all night read sex stories and watching erotica videos to add to my knowledge and be able to have

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

And I didn't intend to let anyone know that I got myself off by watching other people getting fucked. As usual, my brother has a bunch of the guys over. I stayed in the room all night. By midnight, most of them were gone except for his two closest friends. They crashed in the house often, so I was used to their presence. The only problem was that seeing them got me wet, which was why after I ran into them while getting water in the kitchen, I went to my room, closed the door, and plugged in my headphones. I opened an incognito tab, found the video that best fit my fantasies, and pressed play.

Would she touch herself thinking about me? I added a third finger, stretching myself wider, curling them against that spot that made my toes curl. Juices ran down my ass crack onto the sheets. My free hand grabbed one big tit hard, squeezing the soft flesh, twisting my nipple until the sting mixed perfectly with the pleasure between my legs. Sweat slicked my skin. The ache for her was intense, almost painful. I’d been with girls before, but none hit me like this new roommate. That body, those perky tits, that jiggling ass, the way she stole glances while I came… it was driving me crazy.

By the end of the first week home, we had fucked in almost every room: The living room couch while our parents were at the movies (quick, frantic, creampie on the cushions we had to wipe down after). The garage late at night, me bent over the hood of his car. My childhood desk while I was supposed to be doing homework—he fucked me so deep I knocked my laptop off the edge. The backyard at 2 a.m. under the stars, raw and animalistic on the grass. Every single time was raw. No condom. No pulling out. He filled me constantly, and I craved the feeling of his hot cum leaking out of me for hours afterward.

I didn’t have to say shit before punching him square in the face. I was sure I’d broken his nose and with the way his eyes rolled into his head, I knew he’d be unconscious. The other one screamed something in a language I was sure wasn’t English as the first guy dropped to the floor. I walked toward him as he shielded his junk with one hand while placing the other in front of him. He was hard, and that was what gave it away. They were a gay couple and were playing with themselves but decided to add a third party to it. Not out of consent.

The guys roared with laughter, asking for more details. The questions gradually grew spicier as the night progressed. Marcus asked, “Never have I ever fingered a girl in a public place.” Jake and Ryan drank, sharing quick filthy anecdotes that made my pulse quicken. I stayed quiet but felt my pussy beginning to tingle with interest. I took my turn, trying to keep my voice steady. “Never have I ever had sex while other people were in the same room.” A couple of the guys drank, launching into detailed stories of risky encounters at parties that left me squirming on the couch.

I wiped the last of the cum off my cock as I clicked on the box to open our private chat room. I couldn’t type fast enough to tell him how much his stories had turned me on. After I told him I had stroked myself to three climaxes in an hour and a half—more than I had ever been able to do before—he asked me if I would like to experiment with some online sex and masturbate together. I asked him if he was sure that no one else could read what we were doing, and he assured me that in the private chat room no one would mind—it happened all the time.