u/Sufficient-Offer-161

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I felt the head of his cock press against my hole. The mix of excitement and alcohol made me tremble from the inside out. I only wanted one thing:

To feel Adrien inside me.

To get fucked by a guy for the first time.

By this guy specifically.

His cock.

So I pushed past my hesitation and slowly started impaling myself on his hard shaft, standing rigid between my fingers. I told myself—maybe naïvely—that being on top, controlling everything myself, would keep it from hurting too much.

Yeah.

I was completely wrong.

Even before he actually entered me, I could already tell getting penetrated was something serious. Something that could genuinely hurt. The head of his cock alone already felt like a huge obstacle.

And like an idiot, I forced it.

I wanted him inside me so badly that I pushed myself down harder onto the biologist, who was staring up at me with an expression caught somewhere between fascination and fear.

It was both our first time with another guy.

His hands rested on my smooth thighs, though every now and then he’d lift them away for a second, like he wanted to give me room. His lips stayed slightly parted, breathing unevenly, even moaning sometimes when the pressure on his cock became too intense.

Then he finally cursed when he slid into me.

“Ahhh… Steph!”

POP

There it was.

He was inside me.

The very tip had barely entered when a violent burning sensation tore through my entire ass.

A cry escaped me too:

“Fu— aaah…”

Fuck, it hurt.

Why did it hurt this much? We’d prepared for this, hadn’t we?

The pain was so intense I grabbed Adrien around the neck with both hands and pressed my forehead against his. He was trembling too, gently stroking my sides, worried.

“Steph… wait! Are you okay?”

I couldn’t answer. I shut my eyes tight and clenched my teeth, trying to endure it.

I had never felt pain like this before. So deep. So brutal.

The pain was supposed to fade eventually, right?

I could feel the head of his cock stretching my poor hole apart, hard and relentless, almost impossibly so. He wasn’t even really inside me yet and my whole body already felt assaulted by raw, searing pain.

Was it even reasonable to keep going?

Doubt started creeping in.

Then my legs began trembling under Adrien’s large warm hands as he tried to figure out what was happening.

“Fuck… Steph, stop. You’re gonna hurt yourself!”

He was right.

And I should’ve listened.

I should’ve stopped sooner.

But wanting his cock drowned out everything else, so I stayed there, gritting my teeth so hard my eyes narrowed shut.

I tried thinking about pleasant things. His warmth. His hugs. Even his cum on my body and inside my mouth.

And then, maybe after several minutes of intense burning, the pain finally started easing a little.

Without waiting any further, like a complete idiot too impatient to experience something new and prove I could handle it, I kept lowering myself onto his cock, trying a few clumsy little thrusts.

Tears started forming in my eyes.

The pain was coming back, worse this time, spreading through my entire hole.

I kept sinking down on him, but everything felt dry and uncomfortable, too hot, too harsh.

I moved in painful jerks, biting my lip as waves of burning kept catching me off guard again and again.

I can handle this.

For him.

“Steph… don’t force yourself! Why are you doing this?”

And then I felt it.

Adrien wasn’t really hard inside me anymore.

His cock was getting softer. I’d only managed to take a few inches, but I could tell: that unique curve of his wasn’t as pronounced anymore.

And then I felt him slipping out.

Adrien, no!

Stay inside me!

Fighting against the fire raging in my lower stomach, I grabbed his cock and tried guiding it back into place.

Too late.

Adrien wasn’t hard enough anymore, and I felt his shaft—softer now, slick with lube and sweat—slide partly out of me. He took the opportunity to spread my cheeks and lift my ass slightly, pulling almost all the way free.

“Steph… that’s enough.”

And with one small wet pop, his cock, still wrapped in the condom, slipped completely out of me.

“Wait… we can try again, I’ll—”

“No. Wait.”

He grabbed the condom at the base of his cock, his smile completely gone now.

“Oh shi—”

He didn’t even finish the sentence before I realized what was wrong.

Horrified, I snatched the condom from his fingers and threw it straight into the trash beside the toilet before immediately apologizing over and over.

“Sorry! I’m really sorry!”

Adrien sighed, avoiding my gaze, one hand pressed against his damp forehead.

“Why did you keep going if it hurt that much?”

“I… I wanted it so badly.”

He sighed again before gently pushing me back.

“I need to wash.”

Anxiety clenched in my chest.

My panic seemed to annoy him. Or maybe just exhaust him. I don’t know. But in that moment it felt like I’d made the biggest mistake of my life.

That gesture he made.

It felt final.

Like he was pushing me away for good.

I moved off his lap so he could stand up, then sat on the toilet myself, wiping my ass with toilet paper, trying to erase every trace of what we’d done as fast as possible.

I’d dirtied him.

Without saying a word, Adrien went to the sink and rinsed his long soft cock under the water, his eyes distant.

“I’m sorry.” I kept repeating, drying my hole, making sure it was all clean.

He stayed silent for a while, carefully cleaning every inch of his shaft, eyes low and visibly shameful.

Fuck…

I’d disgusted him.

The condom had been stained with a color I never wanted to see on Adrien’s cock.

Thank god he’d worn one.

But in my stupidity, I’d convinced myself the dildo had somehow “cleaned me out,” that I’d automatically be ready for a real cock afterward.

What an idiot.

Seriously, what a fucking idiot.

“It’s not your fault. You were in too much pain anyway,” Adrien finally said while drying his hands. “I’m going home.”

When he said those last words, he couldn’t even look at me again. He just unlocked the bathroom stall and walked out.

And suddenly he looked so heavy.

Like the weight of everything was sitting on his shoulders.

Idiot…

You just ruined your first time.

Your first time with Adrien.

And he’s going to remember it forever.

The walk back to the apartment was miserable.

A thousand thoughts kept spinning through my head. Bitter, frustrating thoughts made even worse by the alcohol blurring everything together:

I should’ve prepared better.

I should’ve researched more.

Hell, I probably should’ve asked Julien for advice, considering how experienced he seemed.

I should’ve. I should’ve.

Too late now, Steph.

You ruined your chance with Adrien, but maybe you can still fix things.

You just need to give him time.

That’s what I kept telling myself as I walked back toward the apartment.

Wednesday night.

9 p.m. No food, too much alcohol, and thoroughly failed sex.

Barely a third of his dick had gotten inside me. And even that was hard to judge in that position. And what a painful first experience.

Still, as I scanned my badge to get into the building, good memories kept floating back up anyway.

His smile. Our conversations. The museum. Drinks at the bar. His hugs. His scent. His warmth. The way his height wrapped around me so easily. Everything that got us closer throughout the days.

This wouldn’t be in vain.

Adrien had looked disappointed, sure, but maybe by tomorrow this whole thing would already feel less dramatic. Maybe it wasn’t that serious. Compared to everything wrong in the world, one failed 1st time could probably be fixed. We’d just have to do better next time.

Take it slower.

As I caught my reflection in the hallway mirror, swaying slightly, still shaken by what had happened, I remembered what Adrien had told me the week before:

“I want to try kissing a man.”

And the desperate kiss that had followed.

Why isn’t sex as easy as kissing?

And why the hell does my ass still burn?

Adrien hadn’t been inside me for a while now.

Guess I really handled this badly. Or maybe starting with Adrien’s huge cock had simply been too ambitious for a first time.

As I climbed the stairs, my steps heavy and uneven, questions kept piling up in my hazy mind:

Don’t people say first times are always bad?

Well, this one had been spectacularly awful.

Painful.

Disappointing.

Does bottoming always hurt this much in gay relationships?

That would be unbelievably unfair.

And cruel.

There has to be pleasure in it for both people.

There has to.

- - -

When I opened the apartment door, the living room was almost completely dark, lit only by the TV flashing blue light across the couch and the two muscular roommates sitting on it.

Julien looked half asleep while Greg stared thoughtfully at the screen — some sports competition I didn’t even bother identifying. They were both in their boxers now, legs spread and relaxed.

“Yo, Steph!”

Greg’s deep voice startled Julien awake:

“Hm? What?”

“You were with Adrien, right?” the rugby obsessed roommate asked, finishing off a bowl of apple crumble.

Looks like they’d just eaten.

Maybe I should’ve stayed with them instead of going to that bar…

No, don’t say idiotic things Steph.

“Hey,” I muttered, suddenly feeling a lump in my throat.

My throat felt so tight.

I wasn’t seriously about to cry now, was I?

Not in front of them.

“Oh? So how’d the date go?” Julien asked this time. “You two didn’t come back together.”

I didn’t answer. I just wished them goodnight and slowly dragged myself toward my room.

As I passed the hallway leading to my bedroom, Adrien’s room, and our shared bathroom, I noticed light glowing beneath his door. Soft, melancholy music drifted out into the corridor.

Probably another one of those slow, aching saxophone tracks he loved.

I didn’t dare knock. Didn’t even ask if he was okay.

I went straight into the bathroom.

I took my time cleaning myself up, letting the hot water slowly pull me out of my mental fog, clearing my thoughts little by little. At one point a shaky moan escaped my throat, from exhaustion as much as emotion.

I was angry at myself.

Suddenly I felt desperate to scrub everything clean, and I stayed under the shower way longer than I meant to, making sure I was pristine. I took my time yeah, but honestly, I think I needed it. The water calmed me down after everything that had happened. It felt almost necessary.

I also took the time to thoroughly wash the plug in the sink with an absurd amount of soap.

If I’d bothered checking before throwing myself at Adrien earlier, I would’ve noticed it was already dirty. I would’ve realized I wasn’t remotely ready for him.

Such a fucking idiot…

Adrien deserved better than me.

When I finally stepped out of the shower, I’d made up my mind.

Tomorrow was another day.

Wearing nothing but my boxer briefs, I walked back into the living room. The two athletes were still staring at the game, distracted and quiet, both lounging around in their undies too.

As soon as I approached, they understood immediately.

Without saying a word, Greg shifted to make room for me between him and Julien. Julien gave me a small smile, but for once, no joke followed it.

I think they both realized something had happened, because neither of them pushed. I caught them exchanging a glance before their eyes drifted back over my freshly showered body.

I didn’t want to talk. They knew that.

So they kept quietly commenting on the match every now and then, low voices, scattered remarks, just enough noise to let me enjoy the calm without feeling alone.

Eventually I leaned sideways, then stretched out fully, resting my head on the rugby player’s massive thigh while my legs settled across Julien’s lap, skin against skin.

Julien casually rested a hand on my thigh almost immediately. He seemed to enjoy how smooth they were even more than me.

I was still getting used to it.

But I must admit: his curious touch on my smooth skin like that felt great.

Greg looked surprised by my move at first. Almost awkward. Like he genuinely didn’t know what to do.

Then he did something I never would’ve expected from him:

Slowly, gently, he ran a hand through my hair.

The three of us stayed there together in this strange, silent, understanding cuddle.

And somehow, because of them, the night hurt less.

I think I fell asleep.

At some point I became vaguely aware that someone was carrying me back to my room.

Heavy footsteps. Broad pecs pressing against me like firm pillows. The thick smell of sweat.

Greg carried me to my bed and carefully laid me down.

Then pulled a sheet over me.

And maybe I dreamed it, but I felt something one last time.

His hand gently stroking my hair.

Before finally letting me drift completely to sleep.

- - -

Thursday morning, the first thing I did was texting Julien, privately:

“Hey, I’m gonna need your help about something.”

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I ran.

I ran because I felt like something might happen with Adrien. Like I’d somehow sensed he was calling for help, in his own way, through that simple text: trying not to worry me.

But it had done the exact opposite.

He hadn’t given me an address, but I knew the bar he meant: the one we’d gone to after the exhibition. That cheap student place that somehow undercut every other bar in town. Where he used to drink when he was a student.

Part of me was worried he might be in a really bad place.

So I ran.

And then I stopped.

After barely five minutes, the plug inside me made it impossible to keep going.

Idiot.

I’d tried to ignore it, but the plastic buried in my ass clearly wasn’t made for running. I could feel it shifting inside me: half stimulating, half irritating, a combination that was only going to end badly if I kept pushing.

So I slowed down. Walked.

Even then, the sensations weren’t exactly pleasant… but there was something undeniably exciting about it.

Walking past people (women with their dogs, groups of students, professors biking home) and being that close to them, knowing they had no idea I had a plug snug inside me.

It was weird.

And thrilling. Like I had some power over them, in a way.

- - -

By the time I reached the bar, about twenty minutes had passed. At the counter, the waitress asked what I wanted, but I had something else on my mind.

Adrien.

I scanned the terrace. Nothing. The front room: just a blonde waitress filling up one of those giant 3-liter beer towers the med students loved.

“I’m looking for a tall guy, messy dark hair. He comes here a lot.”

“Oh, Adrien? Yeah, he’s in the back.”

Of course he was.

Apparently, mister postdoc has his habits.

And honestly… I liked the idea of ending up in that back room again. The one with the red armchairs and those slightly rough wooden tables. It felt quieter there.

More intimate.

I went in the back, the metal music playing on the speakers near the counter slowly faded.

There was only one person inside.

Adrien.

No way to miss him, with that hair of his. He was slouched over, head tilted toward the table, gaze unfocused. Three empty pints sat beside him.

When he heard me, he jolted slightly—and then smiled.

A real smile.

The dark green jacket suited him so well, over a simple white T-shirt. A vibrant look, effortless, but perfect.

He looked… really good.

And yet, something felt off.

“Oh! That was fast!”

Well, could’ve been even faster!

“I came as soon as I saw your message.”

“You didn’t have to,” he said, gesturing vaguely. “I was finishing my last beer. Come on, join me.”

Three pints.

“Uh… I’ll grab a drink, but… are you sure you don’t want to slow down a bit?”

That seemed to snap him out of his haze. His eyes sharpened, locking onto mine:

“What do you mean?”

His tone shifted. A hint of defensiveness.

I shrugged:

“Whatever you want.”

No point pushing.

Adrien could handle his alcohol anyway.

“You’ve been here long?”

He ran a hand through his hair, clearing his throat:

“Yeah… a bit. I was sick of the lab, figured I’d work here, but…” He let out a short laugh. “Didn’t last.”

I sat down beside him, and before I even thought about it, I leaned in and kissed his left cheek.

At first, I’d meant to go for the usual French greeting (La bise, your know the drill), both cheeks… but I stopped after the first. His face was turned, the second side harder to reach.

And strangely, that single kiss felt way more intimate than the usual routine.

Funny—some regions in France only do one.

For us, though, it wasn’t a habit at all. Adrien definitely noticed. He blinked, surprised, then a playful smile spread across his face:

“Hey… what was that?”

“I… I don’t know how we’re supposed to greet each other,” I admitted. “What do you want?”

His smile softened, something warmer slipping into it.

For a few seconds, he didn’t answer. His lips parted slightly, like he was about to speak, but nothing came out.

Instead, he just looked at me.

And that look…

It said everything.

He took my hand, placed it gently on my knee, before coming up to cup one of my cheeks.

Heat rushed through me.

His lips moved closer fast.

And then they were on mine.

A guy was kissing me.

In broad daylight.

In a bar.

It felt… normal.

Like this wasn’t a first: it was the beginning of something. Like this was just what we did now.

Like we were together.

Dating...

I still had trouble wrapping my head around it.

His tongue didn’t hesitate, pushing deeper, and I tasted the beer (IPA again) spreading through my mouth, like he was sharing it with me. It made me shiver, a soft sound escaping me before I could stop it.

God, I’ve made the right call leaving Greg and Julien.

Our mouths moved together, slow at first, then more intense, a rhythm building between us. I felt alive again, like all the energy I’d been drained of earlier was rushing back, wave after wave, as Adrien grew more and more into it.

We only broke apart when the waitress came over.

She hesitated, clearly not wanting to interrupt, even starting to turn away, but Adrien stopped her.

“Oh wait! We’ll take a Vedette, and…” He glanced at me. For a split second, I could see a thin string of saliva landing on the table between us. “You? What do you want to start with?”

I’d already had the best start possible.

“Uh… pick something I haven’t tried yet,” I said. “You’re the expert.”

“Give him a Bête Blanche,” Adrien decided. “He might like it.”

“Got it,” the waitress said, smiling as she walked off.

- - -

He was beautiful when he talked.

That was becoming clearer and clearer.

Adrien was a handsome man. No doubt about it. And as we talked—biology, history, music—I felt something growing inside me.

I wanted more of this.

More time.

More conversations like this.

More moments like that kiss.

And… more of his body.

I wanted to make him feel good.

Really good.

There was something almost instinctive now: a need to please him. To taste him again, that warm, slightly sweet flavor I hadn’t been able to forget. To see those powerful cum bursts again landing all over his tall body shaking from the climax, to feel his load on my tongue, sweat and thick.

And also…

to feel him inside me.

Instead of that stupid plug.

The thought wouldn’t leave me.

It burned.

I wanted him to replace it. Even just a little. Just enough to know what it felt like: to be taken for the first time.

By him.

Because somehow… I’d been saving that for him.

As ridiculous as it sounded, in my head, it just made sense.

It couldn’t be anyone else. It was him or nothing.

After that… we’d see. I mean, sure, part of me was curious what it would be like with the others. Could be fun to fuck with Julien or even Greg, just to compare.

Purely scientific curiosity.

We finished our first drink, and I could feel Adrien slowly letting go of his usual reserve: he seemed less lost in his thoughts, less distant, more playful as the alcohol settled in. Like it gave him permission to be more forward with me.

At least, that’s what I told myself.

- - -

Time passed. At some point, hunger hit me out of nowhere. It had to be around 9 p.m., and we hadn’t eaten a thing, just kept drinking. I could feel it too, that shift: looser, less guarded.

And his energy was contagious.

His hand lingered longer on my thigh… then didn’t leave at all. Sometimes he’d squeeze my knee just enough to make me jump. Other times, his hand slid up my back, slow, absent-minded strokes that weren’t absent-minded at all.

Mine, of course, didn’t stay still either. It slipped under the table before long, brushing against the bulge in his pants.

The back room had filled up a bit while we talked, but it didn’t matter. It felt like we were alone.

In our own little bubble! whispering close, laughing softly, teasing each other, hands wandering in ways that were only barely discreet.

I didn’t care.

I felt so good with him. Even better than any ex girlfriend I had (which was not a lot, but still…)

Way better than any other girl I’d known actually.

More… authentic in a way.

And then… maybe I pushed it a bit too far.

I really needed the bathroom. And since the hunger was kicking in too, I suggested we head out and grab something to eat. He agreed immediately.

Then I added, casually:

“Don’t come right away. Wait a minute, then join me. Less suspicious.”

I already knew the layout. Several stalls, one tucked away at the end of a narrow corridor. If we were lucky, we wouldn’t be disturbed.

I just wanted him.

Even five minutes.

Even one.

When I told him what I had in mind, his cheeks flushed instantly, his freckles deepening in color.

“Fuck… I’ve never done that, man,” he said—but the excitement in his eyes gave him away. “You sure? We could get caught.”

“Just a few minutes. Then we leave anyway. Last stall.”

I shot him a final, slightly wicked look before heading downstairs.

Ready to claim my reward.

- - -

After taking care of business, I rinsed myself off at the sink, drying carefully.

Just in case… maybe he’d want a taste this time.

The stall was decently sized: not as big as the one at uni where I’d played around with the toy, but enough for two people, a sink, and a toilet.

I’d barely finished drying my hands when someone knocked.

I opened immediately, pulling Adrien inside like a teenager sneaking their boyfriend past their parents: half excited, half nervous.

“If I get caught having sex here, I’m done for,” he muttered. “No more Vedette after class.”

“Relax,” I whispered, locking the door. “I’m sure half the students do it.”

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

“Maybe… less than before.”

I turned to him and kissed him again: deeper this time while holding his arms.

My tongue pushed in, met his, played with it, driving him back step by step until he had no choice but to sit on the toilet seat.

“Wow… you’re hungry,” he murmured, clearly surprised at how forward I was being. “What are you planning?”

“Your cock,” I said simply, smiling and the smile spread to him instantly. “I want it.”

“Then come get it.”

I dropped to my knees (yeah, I was definitely spending a lot of time on my knees in public places lately) and started undoing his pants.

The bulge I’d been teasing finally sprang free.

His cock jumped up, the head hitting his abs as I pulled his underwear down to his ankles.

“It’s so beautiful,” I breathed, unable to look away.

He shivered, his gaze hazy with desire.

“Fuck… you really like it that much.”

“I love it.” My hand wrapped around him, slowly sliding the skin back and forth over the red head. “It’s… unique.”

He let out a soft laugh as I stroked him, his length hard and angled toward his stomach.

That curve…

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

He didn’t answer. His mouth hung slightly open, breathing heavier, anticipation building.

“Is it your favorite?” He asked, almost ashamed of asking.

“You’re my favorite Adrien.” I simply answered. “And you know it.”

“Fuck...”

I didn’t wait any further.

I leaned in, taking the first inches into my mouth, eager, my tongue tracing over the head, tasting him: the musky scent, the faint salt, the little beads of pre-cum forming.

He moaned immediately: soft, breathy, completely unguarded and his hands came to rest on my head. Not pushing, not guiding… just there. Holding me. Feeling me.

Like he needed the contact.

And I felt so good with him.

Even with my knees starting to ache.

Even with the pressure still inside me, demanding release.

I pushed my jeans down quickly, a little shaky, never letting go of him for more than a second, finishing with a kiss pressed to his soft, hairy balls before rising back up.

“I want more,” I said, breathless. “Now.”

I stepped closer, straddling his legs.

“I want you inside me.”

He looked dazed, but then his eyes snapped wide open, like I’d just said something unreal.

“W… what? Now?” His hands grabbed my hips, stopping me from moving closer. “Are you sure?”

“Yes… I want to feel you inside me, Adrien.” I cupped his face, impatient. “Do you want to do it with me?”

His breath hit my lips, quick and uneven. I kissed him once, short, encouraging.

“I don’t know… what if we get caught?”

“Just a minute. Please.”

My heart was racing.

This was it.

“I… okay.” He tilted his head back slightly, still overwhelmed. “You’re sure?”

“Yes…” I positioned myself over him, standing as he sat, reaching back, spreading myself as I leaned forward. “I’ve never been more sure.”

With one motion, I pulled out the plug that had been filling me for too long, tossing it into the sink.

“Fuck.” I heard him cursing under me. “What was that?”

“The thing I used to train. To take your cock. Adrien.”

Then I lowered myself slowly—unsteady from the alcohol—guiding myself down, lining up against him.

The head pressed against me.

Hard.

So fucking hard.

And for the first time, it wasn’t about curiosity anymore.

Shit… almost forgot.

The XL condoms Julien had bought for me. I was about to forget them!

Even though I couldn’t get pregnant, was still needed them.

“Wait… since when did you shave your legs man?” Adrien asked, his curious hands grabbing my thighs. “and why?”

“This morning. Still fresh.” And it hurt a bit. “You like it?”

I fetched for one in my jean pocket on the ground, opened it up and started putting it on Adrien’s lengthy rod. It was a challenge to actually roll the plastic around his rock hard shaft without breaking it.

“Well… that feels great.” He whispered, almost unsure. “You didn’t have to do that for me.”

Fuck...

XL might not even be enough for him!

We know how the designers chose the names: they add X everywhere to reassure men with average dick sizes. But Adrien was not average, far from it. His cock was a beast!

Fuck…

It didn’t reach all the way to his balls. He was that long.

But… did it really matter anyway?

This was just to feel it inside of me. I wasn’t expecting him to cum inside…

At least… not now.

And then, I lowered myself on his huge cock.

All this training with Julien. This was about to finally come to use. Like this part of me—something I’d never really thought about before—was finally meant for something else.

My hole was about to gain a new purpose for ever.

It was about to please a man.

I was about to get fucked for the first time!

Just for his pleasure.

Just for him.

For my Adrien.

For the man I wanted to give everything to.

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I paused on that name for a second.

No one had ever called me that before. Not even back in school, when some guys would mess around by feminizing each other’s names as a joke.

And now… for the first time.

A female name.

Why did it sound so wrong—and at the same weirdly coherent—when it came out of their mouths, with that mix of arrogance and casual ease?

Like it was something they had prepared.

…wait.

Hold on.

Stephanny?

Greg slowly tucked his dick back into his boxer. It had gone soft now, hanging heavier, his balls settling with it—less imposing than before, but still way more intimidating than Julien’s, which was still right under me.

“Move, Stephanny,” the swimmer ordered.

“That supposed to be funny? I’m not one of you girls,” I shot back, cheeks flushed, still tasting their mixed cum in the back of my throat. “And—(cough)—since when were you even watching us?”

Greg didn’t even turn around. He was already heading out of my room, scratching his ass.

“So… what are you making us to eat?”

“Yeah… no. And you’re not calling me Stephanny.”

“Mmh, I don’t think she likes your nickname, dude,” Julien tossed out as he stretched lazily on my bed, arms above his head. “Hey… Big G’s got a point though. You cooking tonight?”

“Stop treating me like a chick,” I insisted, wiping a bit of dried cum from my chin.

“The more time passes, the more you kinda look like one though,” Julien said with a wink, climbing off the bed and rolling his shoulders, loosening up his muscles. His tight sleeveless white shirt clung to him, showing off his thick triceps. “Damn… that was one hell of a session.”

“Yeah… I can still feel your damn loads inside me,” I muttered with a grin, pressing lightly on my stomach, feeling that strange lingering warmth.

It almost felt like I’d eaten too much.

“Steph. Did you like my tongue?” Julien asked, suddenly more serious, like he genuinely wanted feedback. “You came because of that, right?”

“Uh…” Honestly, I wasn’t even sure what had pushed me over the edge. “Yeah. I liked it. A lot.”

“You’d say I’m good at it?” His smile hit me again—I had to admit it did something to me. “Most girls agree on that.”

I’m not a girl, for fuck’s sake.

He was watching me closely, waiting for my reaction, while I was still trying to process everything that had just happened.

Give me a break.

I’d barely had time to shave before getting ambushed by two horny buffalos and ending up filled to the stomach with their cum.

“Did you like my little dirty move at the end?” the blond added, leaning against my desk.

“Your dirty move?”

“Yeah, when I got back at that idiot Greg and shoved your head onto his dick. I impaled you, man. That was something.”

Oh. That moment.

“Yeah, you could’ve skipped that. I almost choked on his cum.”

“Tss… admit it, you like getting it straight from the source. That guy can’t even aim properly anyway.”

That made me raise an eyebrow.

“How would you even know that?” I asked, smirking. “You seen it up close before or what?”

For a split second, Julien froze: like his cocky attitude cracked under something sharper.

“What exactly are you implying, slut?” he snapped, crossing his arms, standing stiff as a board like he needed to prove something. “Go on.”

“No need to get defensive. I’m just saying: you sound pretty familiar with Greg’s… performance.”

“Please. Everyone knows his shots are weak and low quality. One of his regular girls told me.”

Honestly, it sounded ridiculous—but in this apartment, so many weird things happened that part of me believed it could be true.

“Alright… we’ll let you breathe,” he said finally. “I gotta go sort things out with that fucker.”

I let out a long sigh as he left. Even after he was gone, that faint chlorine scent still clung to me… to the sheets… maybe to the whole room.

Out of habit, I grabbed my phone.

A few messages.

Two of them immediately caught my attention :

Adrien.

He’d texted while those two idiots were busy using me from both ends.

Adrien: Hey. Think we could go see a movie or something tonight?
Adrien: I kinda need to clear my head.

If it had been anyone else, I probably wouldn’t have thought much of it, just a casual plan.

But knowing him… if Adrien was asking for company, it meant he really needed it.

So I answered right away:

“Of course. What time?”

And then I headed to the shower, because yeah… those two had seriously messed me up.

- - -

When I finally turned the water off, I immediately got curious about my shaven ass and legs again.

I grabbed a towel, dried myself, then looked up.

Mirror.

I paused.

There I was.

Same face. Same slightly messy hair. Same guy.

And yet…

My gaze dropped. I turned a bit, shifting my weight, running my hand slowly along my thigh. No resistance. No roughness. Just… skin.

If I focused only on that—on the curve, the softness, the way the light slid over it—

It almost didn’t look like me. It almost looked…

feminine.

I blinked.

Alright. Let’s not spiral.

Still… I couldn’t help brushing my hand over it again.

Yeah.

I kind of got what Julien meant now.

What would Adrien think of those now?

Maybe he would prefer me with the hair? It was still difficult to know what he was into exactly? Only the physical presence? Kissing? Maybe he found me pretty at least?

He seemed so lost in his feelings.

I, on the other hand, was completely sure of mine.

I want him to fuck me.

With that cock I sucked desperately yesterday. I want… to know how a long cock like his would feel inside of my ass, compared to the plug.

The plug…

Of course!

If I wanted some action with that neurologist, I should train myself, as Julien had told me.

I could even ask Adrien to rim me, that was fucking good. If Adrien was such a great kisser he might be insane at eating my butt too, right? Does that work like that?

- - -

Back in my room, reality returned fast.

The sheets.

Yeah.

Those weren’t salvageable.

I peeled them off the mattress, trying not to think too hard about the stains, the smell, the events. But of course, my brain didn’t cooperate.

Greg’s voice.

His grunts.

That low, almost animal sound.

A bear.

Feeding me his big tits while Julien was eating the life out of me.

That was something I wold never forget.

I then stepped out into the hallway, still slightly damp, wearing some boxers and a t-shirt, just to match my roommate’s energy.

Water.

That’s what I needed.

But first…

I went to grab the plug Julien had offered me and went on all fours, applying some of the lube we bought together before slowly inserting it inside of my hole.

Fuuuck. That’s still so sensitive.

Why does my ass feel so good suddenly?

I’m freshly shaven, showered, and now… with the plug I won’t have problems getting his cock inside. At least I hope so.

I kept thinking about what the horny swimmer:

“Gonna prepare your hole for your boyfriend.”

Shit…

That sounded so fucking hot.

Julien seemed to joke a bit when saying that, but I’m pretty sure there was some truth in it. He knew Adrien was special to me.

And maybe he actually wanted us to get together at some point?

Boyfriend…

Adrien…

Those two words together seemed so strange at first.

Never though about having a boyfriend in my life.

But maybe… just maybe…

If I had to pick one.

It would be that cute Adrien.

That it, I’m blushing!

- - -

As I reached the living room, voices stopped me. I slowed down instinctively, grabbing a glass from the kitchen without making too much noise.

Julien was sprawled on the couch, in his boxer, legs stretched out like he owned the place (again).

Greg was standing in front of that same board like a coach mid-briefing.

“I’m telling you,” Greg said, tapping the board with a marker, “rule three is flexible.”

Julien scoffed from the couch.

“It’s not flexible. It’s literally the only rule that’s not flexible.”

I filled my glass.

“You broke it,” Julien added. “Simple.”

“I didn’t break anything,” Greg shot back. “Door was open.”

Julien sat up.

“It was not open. It was CLOSED for fuck sake. Which means...” he pointed dramatically “...you were not invited.”

I took a sip and made sure to clean everything before spitting out some remnants of their loads.

Damn, it still felt a lot in my stomach.

Is that a normal thing?

Those guys seem to cum so much.

And let’s not mention my favorite neurologist. Might need an extra minute of tooth-brushing tonight.

Also immediate awareness that I was drinking water while eavesdropping on a debate about… whatever the hell my life had become.

“It was open,” Greg insisted, clearly annoyed now. “I saw it.”

“Bro you think you saw it,” Julien snapped. “Because you barge in like a caveman.”

Greg turned to me:

“Tell him.”

“Guys. I don’t care. Stop fighting.”

Julien pointed again though:

“You knew there was a session going on.”

“Door. Was. Open.”

“That was you man,” Julien shot back immediately. “You always leave stuff open. Fridge, cupboards, doors, everything. We have to clean up after you all the time.”

Greg blinked:

“…that’s not the point.”

“It is exactly the point!” Julien said. “You don’t respect privacy.”

“How about you were too impatient,” Greg countered. “Didn’t even close it properly.”

I leaned casually against the counter, sipping my water like this was just… background noise.

Like I wasn’t the centerpiece of their argument.

Just for a second.

Greg pointed at the board again.

“I’m just saying: if door is open, access is allowed.”

Julien stared at him.

“That’s not a rule, you tried to ruin my climax.”

Greg frowned.

“You guys are over complicating this.”

“You’re under thinking it,” Julien replied.

I finished my glass.

Slowly.

Very slowly.

I should leave.

I should definitely leave.

I didn’t move.

Because honestly?

That was pretty fun to watch.

I sighed, setting the glass down a little louder than necessary.

“Guys.”

They both stopped.

Turned.

Looked at me.

Perfect.

“You forgot rule four.”

Silence.

You could practically see the sentence travel from their ears to their brains.

Both of them glanced—almost in sync—toward the whiteboard.

Then back at me.

Frowns. Confusion. A hint of “wait… what?”

“No jealousy,” I added, calmer this time.

Julien reacted first, almost instantly. “That’s not what this is.”

Greg didn’t say anything. Just shrugged again, but there was something in his face this time. A flicker. Like maybe he wasn’t entirely against the idea… just not ready to admit it out loud.

I pushed off the counter, stepping a bit closer.

“Look… if we’re gonna keep doing with the sessions, then you’re gonna have to share. And not take it personally when I’m not available. Okay?”

They listened. Actually listened.

That was new.

“Greg,” I went on, “when I turned you down the other time—it wasn’t a big deal. I just wasn’t in the mood. And Adrien needed me. So you shouldn’t be mad about that now, alright?”

A small pause.

He shifted his weight. Didn’t argue.

Good.

“And Julien… don’t get mad at him. The door was open. You left it like that.” I raised an eyebrow. “Maybe even on purpose. Who knows with you.”

A beat.

Julien smirked, just a little. “Okay. Accusations now?”

I ignored that.

“So yeah. No more scenes. Please.”

For once, neither of them had a comeback ready.

Progress.

“Also… we might need to organize another council. Because I’d like to change something about all this.”

Suffice to say, they were curious and almost… afraid?

“Should wait for Adrien to be there though… Maybe tomorrow?”

Speaking of him...

My phone buzzed in my hand.

I glanced down.

Adrien.

I legit felt my hole flexing around the plug.

Almost got a moan out of me.

Adrien: Right now? Same bar.

Something in my chest tightened—and lifted—at the same time.

I didn’t even hesitate.

“Alright,” I said, grabbing my jacket. “I’m not cooking tonight.”

Both heads snapped back toward me.

“You’ll have to keep each other company.”

Julien blinked. “Wait, what—”

“Seriously?”

I was already heading for the door.

“Have fun, guys.”

And just like that, I left them there: standing in the living room, almost naked, mid-argument, suddenly very quiet.

Wish I could see their faces right now.

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Greg and Julien.

I was now stuck between those two muscle-bound monsters.

I panicked, wondering what the rugby giant had in mind for me, when suddenly two powerful hands shoved away the ones that had been holding my head in place.

Greg’s hands.

Stronger, broader, warmer: I felt them grab my head and force it upward. And as if everything had slowed down, I felt Julien’s (very long!) cock slide out of my throat and then out of my mouth, still spurting a stream of burning cum… and then my open mouth was pushed straight against the damp balls hanging in front of me.

It hit me like a blow: the sheer hardness of them, like wrecking balls ready to smash my face with their weight.

Hairy, slick, and reeking, the impact releasing a cloud of thick, musky scent.

God, that smell’s even worse than usual.

It didn’t take long before Julien snapped:

“Hey!” Julien finally lifted his head. “What the hell?”

I felt a stray cum jet brush against my neck, like a fleeting tongue.

Greg didn’t hesitate: he grabbed one of his massive balls and shoved it forward, no, forced it into my mouth, still sore from Julien’s throat-fucking session.

“Dude, you insane? I—I’m still cumming here!”

“Shut it,” Greg replied simply, focused on pushing his ball into my mouth. “Eat that instead. Slut.”

I didn’t even have time to recover : his hairy ball was already pressing deeper, stretching my mouth again to its limits.

“Asshole, you couldn’t wait till I was done?” Julien was clearly pissed—and honestly, it almost funny how serious he became all of a sudden. “Booked him first.”

Booked ?

But I had other problems to manage at the moment.

Greg’s fucking huge nuts trying to go in my mouth!

Ghhh…

POP!

Greg’s left nut had found it’s way, filling my mouth completely, salty sweat exploding on my tongue as I sucked instinctively, tongue laving the pungent skin.

« That’s it… bitch. » The brute whispered. “Bath it.”

« What’s wrong with you Big G ? That’s against the rules. Your remember ? Your rules by the way. »

His fat cock rested heavy on my chin, veiny monster throbbing as he jerked it slow and deliberate, sticky pre-cum ropes splattering my forehead, matting my hair.

“Not doing anything wrong man. Just took my turn on him.”

I moaned around the ball, my throat full of Julien's dregs, my ass still shaking from Julien’s kisses. Greg's other hand kneaded his free ball, smearing more sweat across my cheek, owning my face completely.

“You ruined my climax, asshole—I had more to dump in this throat!” Julien was clearly mad.

His cock twitched below me, cum still leaking, frustration mixing with the chlorine stink.

Greg just smirked, popping his ball from my mouth with a slick slurp, strings of spit and sweat connecting us.

“Needed it,” he said. “Balls are aching.”

“And mine aren’t?” Julien shot back, pushing himself up on his elbows. “We had a deal, Big G. You wait your turn. That’s the rule.”

He stroked his cock faster now, pre-cum glazing my lips, ignoring Julien's rage. My hole clenched desperately, body trapped between them, craving whatever came next—their scents choking me, cocks ready to wreck.

“Hard practice,” the colossus grunted. “Match Saturday.”

“Got the concert Saturday,” he fired back. “Need recovery too.”

This is so absurd.

I’m in some kind of weird roommate custody battle.

Greg shrugged:

“Different.”

Greg's gravel voice cut through the thick air, his massive hand still fisting my hair, cock smearing pre-cum across my cheek.

“Now shut the fuck up and keep eating him, swimmer boy.”

He jerked his thick shaft harder, balls swinging heavy inches from my lips, sweat dripping off the hairy sack.

“Fuck you, Greg. I don't take orders from some sweaty rugby pig. This hole's mine—I trained it.”

Tension crackled between them, Julien's swimmer lean muscles tensing, Greg's massive rugby bulk looming like a wall. I stayed frozen between them on all fours, my cock leaking pre-cum in strings onto the sheets, ass cheeks spread wide.

And suddenly…

Greg's free paw clamped Julien’s head—iron grip—and in one brutal shove, he forced the blond head back between my smooth ass cheeks.

“I said Eat that pussy,” Greg bellowed, smashing Julien's face right into my open, wet asshole.

Julien snarled into my hole, muffled curses vibrating through me:

“Fucking ash...”—but his tongue plunged out furious, french-kissing my rim like a madman.

He seemed to suck the sweat out of my ass now, his tongue slurping loud and sloppy, teeth grazing the smooth flesh. His spit began dripping down my balls, his hands clawing my shaved thighs for leverage as he devoured me aggressively.

Julien was so into my ass it was almost frightening.

“Good boy.” Greg said simply, still keeping one hand to control his roommate’s head.

The domination hit hard: two alphas fighting over my hole, one forcing the other to eat while I moaned, body shaking, orgasm building from the relentless tongue-fuck.

Greg yanked my head forward, growling low:

“Suck my hairy balls, slut. One by one. Know the drill.” His massive sack dangled, his two nasty kiwis swollen and pungent, hairs matted with fresh sweat.

I opened wide, lips stretching around the left one first: salty explosion on my tongue, wrinkles filling my mouth as I sucked hard, tongue laving every fold. My hands cupped the firm fruits, massaging rough, feeling them churn under my fingers, heavy and full.

Popped it out slick, strings connecting, then dove for the right: bigger, hairier, shoving it deep, cheeks bulging, inhaling that overpowering rugby funk while my ass got tongue-raped below.

Greg grunted approval, jerking his veiny monster faster over my head, pre-cum splattering my hair, like a fucking shampoo or some sort. Then he grabbed his tank top hem, got the front over his head in one yank, but still wearing it. His plump belly loomed in front of me, hairy trail leading down, not ripped like Julien's abs but thick, more like a heavy bod, radiating heat. I could spot sweat drops on the swell, nipples huge and swollen, dark brown nubs sticking out like eraser tips.

Fuck they looked… so big.

“Wanna taste them?” Greg commanded, shoving my face into his chest, the right one smacking my lips. “I’ve got so much more to feed ya, Steph.”

I blushed, lost in the trance: mouth full of ball sweat aftertaste, ass exploding from Julien's furious rimjob, brain fogged by their scents and dominance.

My lips parted slow, tongue flicking the swollen tip tentative, tasting salty skin and faint soap, the nub hardening instantly under my suck. He pressed harder, smothering me against the plump pec, nipple swelling bigger in my mouth as I latched on, sucking rhythmic—pull, release, teeth grazing light.

"Harder, bitch. Milk it."

My hands roamed his belly instinctive, fingers sinking into the firm gut fat, kneading the heat while my jaw worked the tit.

Below, Julien's tongue battered relentless, his grunts mixing with mine.

"Gonna paint ur pretty face" the rugby guy said, pushing me closer to the edge.

My hole spasmed wild, the orgasm coiling tight in my gut, cock pulsing ready to erupt without a touch from either of us.

I'm going mad for his tit, holy...

Julien's face stayed forced deep by Greg's occasional shove, tongue swirling frantic, while I nursed the rugby nipple lost, body theirs to wreck. Greg's hand kept pulling his blond hair, pulling us tighter—more coming, their cocks throbbing hungry, my ass begging for the next invasion.

Then, Greg withdrew and his nipple went out of my mouth with a wet sound.

“Look at me while I jerk off in front of you, slut,” the rugby player said, stroking his thick, heavy cock right in front of my mouth.

He was so dominant, so unapologetically masculine—it was unsettling.

From where I was, I could take in his broad chest, his full, rounded nipples sitting atop powerful pecs that flexed every time he pumped himself. With his other hand, he reached up, grabbed one of them, and pinched it.

Fuck… I’d never seen a guy do that before.

It was insanely hot.

Greg’s nipples were something else—big, almost exaggerated, with this strange mix of masculine and feminine that made them impossible to ignore. Maybe it was his build, maybe something else, but there was an ambiguity to them that pulled me in.

My mouth watered.

And Greg, eyes locked on me, clearly knew exactly how much I wanted a taste.

“Next time.”

“You won’t ditch me, right?” he went on.

“You’ll keep taking care of me?”

For a moment, it felt like we were alone.

Just the two of us.

Then suddenly I saw his balls tighten slightly, drawing up, his whole body tensing.

“I’m gonna feed you, slut. Open wide.”

He gave his cock one last firm stroke, the tip gleaming right in front of my mouth, ready to spill.

I expected it on my face—but suddenly I felt Julien’s hands grab my ass and shove me forward.

Hard.

Greg’s cock filled my mouth.

All the way until the tip pressed against the back of my throat.

And Greg came, growling like a bear.

“Fuuuck…”

His thick shaft was stretching my mouth, making me gag hard with every pulse.

I’m not ready!

Shit… can’t breath...

At the moment I thought I couldn’t take Greg’s thick, hard tip pressing against the entrance of my throat any longer, he suddenly did the one thing that sent me straight over the edge.

« You fucker ! »

He shoved Julien’s head down, back into my hole, his tongue driving even deeper into me, tearing a muffled cry out of my mouth : my throat relaxing for just a split second. And like a chain reaction, Greg’s iron-hard tip popped into my throat, pulling a deep, guttural groan from him that echoed through my whole body.

I came instantly.

It was overwhelming : impossible to describe.

Caught between them: my ass completely at the swimmer’s mercy, turned into something to be devoured, kissed relentlessly… and my throat invaded by Greg’s massive cock, swelling even more before releasing a first surge of hot cum deep inside me.

I felt it clearly : my own balls tightening, spilling hard across the bed almost in sync with his, while his heavy load poured straight down my throat, filling me, choking me even more.

My nose was buried in the rugby player’s thick, musky bush, my sore throat stretched around him, my eyes streaming as more of his cum flooded inside me.

I could feel it : hot, thick, endless. Not sharp bursts like Julien’s, but a heavy, continuous flow, like a faucet that wouldn’t stop. Greg just kept feeding me, his body emptying into me in a slow, dense cascade.

And still unlike with Julien, I could actually taste it : strong, bitter, unmistakably his—as it filled me, his tip pushed so deep it went beyond what I could even properly sense.

If anyone had been close enough, they might’ve heard his balls slapping lightly against my chin as they tightened, the coarse hair brushing my skin with every movement.

Seconds passed.

I started to lose it—like the lack of air was going to make me black out.

Then suddenly my body jolted—pure instinct kicking in—and I coughed. Greg’s cock, softer now, slipped back into my mouth, some of his cum spilling out with it, giving me just enough space to breathe.

Well… breathe.

My throat still felt clogged with everything they’d filled me with. Air barely made it through.

Julien finally pulled away from me, probably feeling the way my body trembled after I’d come all over the bed.

“Holy fuck…” he muttered.

“Clean my cock, slut,” Greg said, already moving it slowly in my mouth again, making sure I took every last drop.

The bitter taste hit me fully now as the last of it leaked onto my tongue, thick and lingering.

“That’s it… good,” he went on. “You wasted some.”

He pointed down at the sheets—thick white streaks smeared across them.

“You know what to do.”

Still dazed, I gave his large tip one last slow suck, drawing out whatever was left, before turning to the new problem : his cum on my bed.

And his balls too.

And… even Julien’s feet !

Shit… he wouldn’t be happy to know that some of Greg’s cum had landed on his feet.

(shit, I don’t even know how that could’ve happened)

Fuck… what am I becoming?

Thinking like that.

Acting like that.

I cleaned up his balls for a while, leaving them all wet with my saliva.

« Shit… Are you fucking done bro ? » Julien was getting impatient under me.

But he was trapped. Just like me.

We all were at the brute’s mercy right now.

“Good slut,” Greg muttered, patting my head.

“Damn, we made him come just from his ass,” Julien added with a breathless laugh, smacking mu butt one last time.

“Nah,” Greg shot back, exhaling. “That was my cock.”

“Bullshit. That was my mouth. I gave him everything.”

“Don’t miss anything. Don’t waste it,” Greg added casually, not answering to Julien anymore.

He didn’t even need to say it.

I was already on all fours on my bed, licking up the warm, thick traces he’d left behind.

« Got an idea. »

I could feel Greg’s gaze on my newly shaved legs.

He was studying me right now.

« Hmm ? » That was Julien, barely interested.

« Might change his name. Something more fitting. »

I’d become their slut.

For real.

« Stephanny. »

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“Are you serious?”

“Yeah… why?”

Julien looked genuinely thrown off, almost disappointed, and just like that his usual playful edge dropped.

“That’s… kind of cute, actually.”

“Uh…” At first I almost told him to screw off, but I could tell he wasn’t joking. “Thanks… I guess. Didn’t think I’d ever say stuff like that.”

The grin came back to his face:

“So you’re saving yourself for your favorite, hum? I knew it, something’s different with him. Guess he needs that kind of stuff anyway.”

My cheeks heated up. I didn’t really deny it.

“Hey, I just want to take my time and do things right.”

“After everything I’ve shown you, you’re denying me access to your hole?”

“Yeah.”

My honest answer seemed to really surprise him, because he didn’t say anything for a few seconds.

“Damn, you’re demanding, for the house slut.” His strong hand slid over my ass. “So now we’re playing favorites with that Curvy guy, huh?”

While he talked, his fingers traced over my tense cheeks, and I couldn’t help arching my back under his touch. Even if Julien could be pushy with sex, he knew exactly how to make me shiver.

Then suddenly...

SMACK

“Here, take that.”

He’d just spanked me, and I couldn’t stop the surprised yelp that escaped me.

“You know you’re gonna frustrate me, girl,” he went on, rubbing my hips and sides again. “You deserve a little punishment, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah?” I asked, playing innocent.

What the hell is happening to me?

“Yeah, I think so.”

SMACK

“Do you like it when your Julien spanks you like that?”

SMACK

“Ahh!”

Damn, he hit hard.

But the sting of his hand had something deeply humiliating about it…

And exciting.

“So? You like it?”

“Uh… yeah.”

“Didn’t hear you.”

SMACK

“Yesss…” I almost begged.

“That’s better.”

Julien started a full rhythm, slapping each cheek one after the other, shifting his position with one knee on the bed so it framed my ass. He wasn’t holding back: his palms landed hard.

SMACK

“Take that!”

No one had ever spanked me like this before (hell, not even my parents) and the fact that he did it so naturally was almost unsettling. Had he done this to other girls… or just in general?

SMACK

“Aaah…” I let out as the blows got stronger.

Every now and then, his hands would soften, turning gentle, stroking, massaging my sore thighs and cheeks.

“Your ass is all red, babe,” he chuckled. “Looks good on you.”

Of course it does, you asshole.

Also…

Babe?

“Since I can’t take your virginity, slut, we’re gonna get you ready, okay?”

Get me ready?

A dozen questions fired through my head.

What was he planning now?

And why was he reacting like that to the fact that I wanted to save myself for Adrien?

“Move. I’ll lie down on the bed,” he ordered.

I obeyed, stepping aside so he could take my place. He stretched out on his back, all swimmer’s build and confidence and motioned for me to climb up too over him.

I tried to go face to face with him but he quickly stopped me:

“No… the other way.”

Shit. What is he up to?

“I want your red ass right in front of me, slut.”

Gulp.

Oh… a sixty-nine?

I’d tried it once or twice with girls.

But with this horny swimmer, it was definitely going to be something else.

I climbed over him, straddling his athletic body, not entirely sure how to position myself.

“Move your ass back a bit.”

“Ah… okay.” I shifted a few inches.

“Now lower yourself. I need access to your hole.”

Gulp.

Wait… he wasn’t going to…

I did as told, and suddenly I felt both his hands grab my still-sensitive cheeks, spreading them open with a hunger I hadn’t fully seen from him yet.

“Snack time!” he declared.

Oh god...

And then his tongue pressed right against my asshole. The contact shocked me so much I shivered.

Holy shit…

Naively, I’d thought he’d use this position to take my cock in his mouth—mine was already hard, pre-cum starting to leak—but of course, Julien had something else in mind. He wasn’t into my cock, he was after my ass and only that.

The bastard was eating me out. And he was so into it.

“Mmh… not bad,” he murmured. “Actually… better than the last pussy I had.”

Was he seriously reviewing the taste of my ass like that? Like I wasn’t even there?

Between each pass of his tongue, his fingers dug deeper into my flesh, gripping hard, like he wanted to leave marks.

“Nice salty note,” he went on.

I had to admit: his obsession with my ass was insanely arousing. No one had ever wanted my body this much. Especially not that part of it. Usually it’s associated with something dirty, something gross—not exactly erotic, especially for guys. And yet somehow, he was making it feel unbelievably hot.

“I’m gonna prep your pussy for your boyfriend, babe,” Julien laughed. “So he can take your virginity properly.”

Fuuuck.

That sent legit butterflies everywhere inside of me.

Why was that dirty talk so effective to me?

Apparently, I still had a lot to learn with him.

So I let him eat me. Because he clearly knew exactly how to make me feel good.

And, in a way…

He was right.

He was getting me ready for Adrien, and his huge cock.

- - -

“What are you waiting for, exactly? Why aren’t you already sucking me, house slut?”

His commanding tone snapped me out of my hazy pleasure, and I dropped my gaze to his blue shorts, still stretched tight by his erection. Now that I knew all three of my roommates’ cocks, I could recognize Julien’s easily—even through the fabric.

I grabbed the button, struggled a bit to undo it, and Julien helped me push the shorts down, revealing some white boxer briefs with a blue waistband. A bit flashy—just like him. It suited him perfectly, and honestly, it made me want to dive right in and eat his sack. While I was at it, he lifted his feet toward me. I got the hint and pulled off his socks without a word.

I thought back to Greg, the way he’d pressed me against his cock still trapped in his underwear, how much that had turned me on. So I did the same: leaning forward, mouth open, pressing myself against Julien’s bulge, perfectly wrapped in turquoise fabric.

Chlorine, still there. And something faintly woody, fresh.

It was nice. I was used to it now: I actually liked his scent. No sweat, no dampness: he must’ve changed after the pool. Or maybe he just wore swim briefs like regular underwear. Honestly, that sounded like him.

“Mmmh…” Julien muttered, clearly enjoying himself as his tongue pushed deeper inside me.

I worked his bulge with my mouth, licking, pressing, teasing through the fabric, then tilted my head lower to focus on his balls, feeling their softness through the boxer. The white fabric quickly got darker with my saliva.

I loved this, but I needed more.

Only a couple minutes later, I was grabbing the blue waistband and pulling it down, eager to get to the real thing.

As soon as it was free, his cock sprang up, hard and straight, pointing toward my bedroom door.

Shit, the door!

That idiot had left it open.

He’s just so careless, like usual.

A small voice in my head told me no one was supposed to be back this early… but still—what did I know?

My hesitation must’ve annoyed him, because suddenly his hands left my ass and grabbed my neck. Long arms—seriously long—he pressed down on my head, forcing me toward his cock.

Yeah, yeah, I get it. You want your blowjob.

Impatient bastard.

So I wrapped one hand around his length, guiding it toward me, and focused on his swollen tip, just like he’d taught me. It was already slick, salty with pre-cum, like he’d been thinking about this for a while.

And damn, he produced a lot of it.

I pulled back his foreskin to fully expose the head and started sucking, strong and focused, just on the helmet at first. It felt good—like rediscovering something I already craved.

“Mmmmh.”

My mouth clearly did the trick, because Julien pushed further: his tongue plunging deeper into me, making me moan around his cock.

So this is a real sixty-nine between guys.

Two bodies tangled, both moaning, devouring each other.

I couldn’t wait to try this with Adrien. Show him what I could do to his cock. In this position, with that upward curve of his… it would line up perfectly.

Just thinking about him made me go harder. I slid lower on Julien’s shaft, taking more of him in, sucking deeper and slower, until the head of his cock pressed against my throat, pushing to get in.

“Mmh… yeah, that’s it, slut. Suck me like I taught you. You’re doing so good,” Julien mumbled. “I’m gonna get you ready for your man.”

And then he pushed a finger inside me: deep, almost all at once.

I moaned, the stretch sharp but quickly softened by all the saliva he’d worked in—and the way he said “your man.” You could clearly tell my ass had already been used a bit: the plug Julien had bought me allowed his finger to naturally explore my hole without pretty much any resistance, deep.

“Yeah… you still like having things in your pussy, don’t you?”

I tried to nod, but with my mouth full, all I could manage was a soft, high-pitched sound.

“Good slut.”

A second finger slid in.

“Mmmh!”

Fuck, it’s going so easily inside of me.

“We’re gonna step it up. Your boyfriend’s got a big one, think you can take it like this? Gotta open you up for him.”

“Mmmh!”

He started moving them inside me, slow and deep, hitting that sensitive spot he’d shown me before—the one that had already made me come hard in the bathroom.

For a split second, I thought I heard something in the hallway: a sound, maybe a step. But I didn’t have time to think about it. Julien’s cock was too good, too addictive. I kept going, taking him deeper in my mouth with each try.

Maybe I should’ve paid attention…

“Suck me deeper, slut. I know you can do it.”

God, he was demanding.

I pushed further, until his tip pressed against the back of my throat, stopping me. I held there, fighting the urge to gag.

“Yeah… breathe. Clench your fists and go for it. You’ve done it before.”

Easy for you to say.

His cock was long—and hard. Not exactly easy.

To help, he pushed my head down harder, forcing more of himself in, until suddenly—

POP

His tip slipped into my throat.

GULP

That feeling—being filled like that, somewhere never meant for it—it was so wrong…

And so fucking good.

“Oooh yeah. Good girl,” he groaned. “I’m gonna eat you up for that.”

Still holding my head down, he went back to licking me, then even started kissing my ass like it was someone’s mouth.

Fuck… why does that feel so good?

His tongue found spots I didn’t even know existed, pushing me to take him deeper again, chasing that feeling. I wanted to go all the way—down to his balls, smooth and slick. The challenge thrilled me.

Holy sh...

That was not some regular kissing he was doing. That was legit french kissing (and as french guys, we know what we’re talking about XD).

And as I slowly worked his cock deeper into my throat, I heard it:

Footsteps.

Heavy.

Close.

Shit. Shit.

Julien needed to stop: Greg was coming. I was sure of it.

But the idiot wasn’t paying attention, both hands gripping my head, too busy making me moan.

Julien! Greg’s coming!

And he might be the only one: the way Julien was devouring me was making me lose control. The more intense he got, the more I pushed myself on him, ignoring my limits. And I could feel the swimmer’s balls getting higher and harder against my nose! Dangerously close to burst!

“Fuck! You’re gonna make me come, slut!” Julien suddenly gasped, pulling his tongue away. “Oh fuck!”

At that exact moment, the footsteps stopped: right at the door-frame.

“Swallow my cum, slut!”

And he slammed me down onto his cock, forcing it deep into my throat, my nose pressed against his shaven balls as they tensed:

A powerful jet shot through him.

“Holy fuck!!!”

I couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, and right there, I felt it. That presence. Greg. No doubt about it. His smell, locker room sweat and deodorant, filled the air, overtaking Julien’s chlorine scent.

The first burst hit so deep it went straight down my gullet, warm, flooding inside me quickly. I gagged for a split second, but couldn’t pull away, Julien held me there.

Another spurt: this time I tasted it.

Fuck! He’d come so deep I hadn’t even felt it at first.

Through watery eyes, I caught sight of Greg’s black shorts and long white socks, just inches from the bed.

“Swallow it all, slut!” Julien growled, another pulse hitting my tongue. “All of it.”

Greg stepped even closer. I could hear his breathing now: slow, heavy.

“Fuuuuck…”

And then I saw him grab his shorts, pull them down in one motion.

“Guh!” Julien kept feeding me, thrusting into my throat to milk his cock all the way inside.

Shit.

Greg wanted to use me?

But we’re not even finished!

Greg’s massive, hairy balls swung into view, his beer-can cock hanging above them, only half-hard.

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I woke up with a slow, spreading warmth low in my stomach.

It was still early: dark outside, the kind of quiet that lingers just before morning really starts. The heat had to be coming from the body curled up against me.

Right.

Adrien.

Tall, solid Adrien, tucked in close. Sometime during the night I’d ended up as the "big" spoon, him pressed back into me, relaxed in a way I hadn’t seen before. When I’d come back to my room after turning Greg down, Adrien had already been out cold, lying on his side, looking… almost vulnerable. There was no way I wasn’t going to slide in behind him, wrap an arm around him, and just… stay there.

The guy was a furnace, though. Seriously. I don’t know how his metabolism (is that the correct word?) worked, but he was radiating heat like a space heater. Honestly, I could’ve slept naked in the middle of winter next to him and been fine. Big change from my ex, who always had freezing feet and used me like a human hot water bottle.

Do all guys run this warm?

Either way… it felt good. Skin against skin, someone right there, breathing steadily. Different from a girl, sure. Less soft, more solid. But not any less… comforting. Or sexy.

Sleeping next to a guy every night…

Yeah. I could get used to that.

And, well… there were perks.

Because right about then, I could feel my erection starting to wake up between my thighs. If I stayed pressed against him like that, he was definitely going to notice. And from what I’d seen so far, Adrien seemed more into receiving than seeing my cock or playing with it. I wasn’t even sure he’d want to feel me like that against him.

So I carefully shifted back, creating a bit of space, trying to calm things down.

Think. Think about something else.

Roman history.
Salt taxes. Olive oil tariffs.
Or—right—Sunday. Visiting my parents.

Maybe I should bring a bottle of red wine. Though… my mom didn’t seem as into it lately.

My thoughts drifted aimlessly like that, jumping from one topic to another, until sleep eventually pulled me back under, my hips angled away, keeping things… under control.

Sunlight.

Bright, aggressive sunlight pushing through the blinds.

I squinted, half-asleep, fumbling for my phone on the nightstand.

“9:10?!”

Shit.

Did my alarm not go off?

…Oh.

Right.

I hadn’t set one.

Light day today. I didn’t start until eleven, finished at one. Just a tutorial. And technically I had work to do in the afternoon, but… this was university. You managed your own time. Or didn’t.

My hand rested on the mattress beside me.

Still warm.

Adrien.

He was gone.

I hoped I hadn’t kept him from getting up, that he hadn’t missed anything important. He hadn’t had his phone when he came into my room last night.

Speaking of...

I checked my notifications.

A couple messages. Two from the flat group chat around 7:30.

Julien: “Yo, anyone mind if I stretch a bit with Steph around 8 this morning?”

Right. “Stretch.” Of course.

That's the expression he had proposed to say instead of asking for a blowjob.

I snorted.

Greg had replied fifteen minutes later:

Greg: “Looks like you’ll have to handle it yourself, blue balls.”

Julien had reacted with a middle finger emoji.

I couldn’t help smiling.

Guess the rugby guy was still taking his frustration out on others.

Either way, I had time. And apparently no one was lining up to “use” me this morning.

Perfect moment to finally do something I’d been putting off.

Shave.

Well.

More specifically—

My ass.

And my legs.

Saying it out loud—even just in my head—still felt kind of ridiculous. But the more I thought about Julien’s arguments… the more it made sense.

He did look good. His ass, his legs—everything looked sharper, more defined. And yeah… I’d tasted his shaven balls too. Smooth skin definitely had its advantages.

Maybe Adrien would like it too.

Greg?

…Okay, let’s not go too far.

Still.

Time to commit.

Forty minutes later, standing in the bathroom, I came to a very clear conclusion:

I have immense respect for people who shave regularly.

Seriously.

What a nightmare.

The ass alone? A whole operation. You had to be careful not to nick anything important—which, considering the area (balls and all), was a very real concern. The angles were ridiculous, the positions even worse. One hand holding things apart, the other trying to shave, and somehow still not being able to see what you were doing unless you dragged the mirror onto the floor.

Zero practicality.

And the legs?

Even worse.

You think it’s quick. It’s not. You go over the same spot two, three times, and suddenly realize*—wow, I have way more hair than I thought*. Not thick, not dark, but still. Enough to make this take forever.

And once you start one leg, you have to do the other. Otherwise you look completely unhinged.

By the time I was done, I almost ended up late for my tutorial.

Rushing to get dressed, I could feel the strange contrast of my freshly shaved legs against my jeans—cool, smooth, but also slightly irritated despite the shaving cream. A weird mix of sensations, not entirely pleasant, not entirely bad either.

- - -

I was definitely distracted during my history session. .

Something about late Roman taxation systems, supply chains, grain distribution… the professor’s voice droned on in the background while my mind kept drifting elsewhere.

Mostly… back to last night. The cum eruption from Adrien. The way his seed had landed almost everwhere in my bed, on me, on the side wall. Every fucking where.

Focus, Steph. History. Empire. Taxes. Not your roommate’s curved cock.

Yeah. Not working.

My phone buzzed softly against the desk.

I glanced down.

Right:the group chat.

I quickly unlocked it and typed under the table:

House slut: “Sorry Julien, just saw the messages. Overslept 😅”

I hit send, then tried to look like a serious student again, nodding slightly as if I understood anything about provincial revenue systems.

Buzz.

I looked again.

Adrien had reacted.

❤️

I froze for a second.

A stupid, small reaction. Just a heart.

And yet—

Okay why does that feel like a whole declaration?

I couldn’t help the small smile pulling at my lips.

Another buzz.

Jus2lien: “All good 😏 kept my load for later”

I nearly choked.

Jesus Christ.

Right there. In the middle of my history class?

A second later:

Big G: “Damn, man’s stockpiling like it’s winter 💀”

I had to cough to cover it.

The girl next to me gave me a weird look.

I typed again:

Houe slut: “I’ll be back around 3pm.”

Send.

Barely two seconds later—

Jus2lien: “Perfect. I’m first on stretching today.”

Of course he was.

This guy has priorities.

Another buzz.

BigG: “Hey, leave some for the others”

I shook my head slightly, trying to stay quiet.

Up front, the professor was now drawing some kind of diagram on the board. Arrows. Boxes. Probably important.

I glanced up.

Then back down.

BigG: “I'm next then?”

A pause.

House slut: "Okay."

“...and this is why the redistribution system ultimately failed.”

Right. Class.

My phone kept lighting up every few minutes, pulling me right back out of whatever half-focus I was pretending to have.

Buzz.

I glanced down again.

BigG: “Just ate the Shepherd's pie. Damn.”

I raised an eyebrow.

Ah yeah, I had left some in the fridge for him and Adrien.

Another message came right after:

BigG: “That was legit really good.”

I couldn’t help the small smile spreading across my face.

I’ll take it.

Then, of course:

Jus2lien: “Guess we got ourselves an official cook now.”

I huffed quietly, shaking my head.

Before I could even answer, another notification popped up.

A picture this time.

Adrien.

I opened it under the table.

A plate—generously filled with hachis parmentier, neatly served, way more presentable than anything I’d imagined. Typical Adrien.

Curvy: “My colleagues say it smells amazing.”

I didn’t even think.

I tapped and sent one back.

❤️

Then, after half a second of hesitation, another one on Greg’s message too.

Yeah. He deserved it.

Then Greg again:

BigG: “One of the guys at training almost stole mine.”

Oh no.

BigG: “Dude wanted a bite.”

I grinned already, knowing where this was going.

BigG: “Told him no. More for me.”

Buzz.

Jus2lien: “Protecting leftovers like it’s a national treasure 💀”

Jus2lien: “Steph, you’ve created a monster.”

I bit my lip, trying not to smile too much like an idiot in the middle of class.

House Slut: “I’m just feeding the troops 😂”

Another heart from Adrien. And then Greg. And then Julien.

All of them.

Okay, yeah.

I'm blushing.

- - -

Back at the flat, I barely had time to close the door before I kicked off my shoes.

Empty.

Quiet.

Perfect.

I dropped my bag, pulled off my jeans and...

The sensation hit instantly.

Smooth.

Cold at first, the air brushing against freshly shaved skin, sending a light shiver up my legs. I stood there in my boxers for a second, just… processing.

That's just like my exe's leg, in a way.

I ran a hand down my thigh.

Then the other.

Slowly.

The texture was completely different. No resistance, no roughness, just skin. Clean, almost too sensitive.

There was still that slight irritation underneath, that faint burn from earlier… but it was fading, replaced by something else.

Something… kind of nice.

I did it again, absentmindedly this time, fingertips gliding along my leg.

Yeah… I get it now.

I let out a quiet breath, half amused with myself.

“Alright,” I muttered. “Maybe Julien had a point.”

Didn’t mean I’d ever admit it to him.

But still.

Standing there, alone in the apartment, in just my boxers, running my hands over my own legs like an idiot.

I had to admit.

I kind of liked it.

- - -

The door to the apartment creaked open down the hall, and that sharp chlorine scent invaded the air before I even heard footsteps.

Julien, fresh from swim practice, his body still humming with that athletic edge.

4:16 p.m

Shit, he went home early.

I was reading some books, chilling in my boxers, still new to this shaved legs condition.

Knock Knock.

"Yo Steph, you there?"

My heart slammed in my chest; I froze, hand still on my thigh, pulse racing.

What if he walked in?

But then I remembered his comments, pushing me to shave, to train my hole, to be his ready slut. No shame in this: he'd ordered it.

I swallowed hard, calling out:

"Yeah, come in, it's open."

He opened the door quickly, that chemical tang mixing with his natural pine smell invaded my bedroom as he stood there, blue shorts hugging his thick thighs and a tight sleeveless white top that looked so good on him.

His eyes locked on me immediately, that cocky grin spreading as he dropped his bag and hooked his thumbs into his waistband:

"Hey, slut," he said casually, voice low and commanding, like we were picking up mid-conversation. "Told you I'd use you when I got back. Got a fat load saved up just for you."

He shoved the shorts down, kicking them aside, then peeled off his sports boxers in one rough tug. His thick cock sprang free, already half-hard and heavy, swinging between his leg. It was veiny, uncut, the head peeking from the foreskin, right over a nice set of shiny balls hanging low and full beneath.

He stepped closer, his nostrils flaring as he scanned me sprawled on the bed. Then his gaze dropped to my legs, the smooth expanse gleaming under the light, and up to where my ass pressed against the sheets.

"Holy fuck, you actually did it," he growled, his approval dripping from the tone (even saw his big cock twitching right before me), as if he had just oppened the best birthday present ever.

"Shaved those legs clean? What about that ass?"

I nodded, almost feeling proud.

" Shit bro... I mean, bravo, you're my perfect little slut now. Smooth as a bitch."

I had an anxious swallow caught in my throat, but I was ready, my body buzzing with that submissive pull he always ignited.

"On all fours," he commanded, stripping off his top to reveal his ripped swimmer's torso, abs flexing as he climbed onto the bed behind me. "Need to see that pretty shaved ass up close."

I scrambled into position, my knees sinking into the mattress, my ass lifting high as I yanked my boxers down and off, exposing everything for him. When I removed them, I heard Julien whispering something about a thong, but I didn't catch everything.

I could feel the cold air on my cheeks, quickly repladed by Julien's warm breath.

I braced on my elbows, heart pounding, feeling his heat radiate against my back before his hands even touched. Julien's palms landed first: rough from laps in the pool, gripping my ass cheeks firmly, spreading them wide.

"Fuck, look at this," he muttered, voice thick with lust, thumbs digging into the soft, hairless flesh. "Looks so good."

He massaged deep, kneading the muscles, pulling my cheeks apart to stare at the hole winking at him.

"So smooth, so fucking girly."

I felt like a doll. Built to please him.

"My little smooth slut, all prepped and begging."

His breath ghosted over my skin even closer, then his lips pressed in: a hot, open-mouthed kiss right on one cheek, sucking lightly, teeth grazing the freshly shaved sensitivity.

Holy!

I gasped, blushing furiously, the wet smack of his mouth echoing in the room as he switched sides, tongue flicking out to taste the clean skin, lapping a slow stripe up my crack.

He grabbed harder, fingers bruising as he massaged in circles, commenting nonstop.

"These legs... shit, they're perfect now, sliding under my hands like silk. And this ass? Mine to wreck. You did good, kinda need you to keep it like that from now on, slut."

Each word made me flush deeper and my cock was leaking steadily onto the sheets below, I felt so submissive and feminine under his presence. It wasn't a game now, just pure lust for my ass.

His kisses turned rougher, nipping at the curve where thigh met ass, his tongue actually made me moan low and needy I didn't need to fake it. I trembled under him, the domination sinking in, his chlorine-scented body pressing closer, cock slapping against my thigh:hot, heavy, ready to claim me again.

"I want to try going further," he said suddenly, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper, his hands stretching my cheeks open.

"How far?"

"I want to fuck you, Steph."

Well...

I had thought about this. I knew he would want to go that far, eventually.

But I had prepared myself.

I knew what to say at that instant:

"No," I blurted, hole clenching, body tensing. "Not today at least."

Julien paused, hand stilling on my ass as I felt the surprise in his tone:

"No? Why not, slut?" He squeezed my cheek hard, waiting, his cock throbbing against my smooth leg.

"Cause I want Arien to be my first."

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“I’m starting to have feelings for you.”

Adrien’s face went crimson, a deep red creeping from his neck to his ears, his breath hitching as he glanced down at his throbbing dick, then back at me, uncertainty twisting his shy features.

Yeah, maybe it was not the best timing for this confession, but hey, I was still new to all this.

“I... I don't know, Steph,” he moaned softly, voice cracking, his hips twitching involuntarily, making that curved beast bob, “This is... fuck, thank you I guess, I don’t know what to say, ghh...”

Another moan escaped, low and uncertain, his body betraying him as pre-cum beaded at the slit.

“Never had a guy confess to me like that,” a slight grin appeared on his face, “that’s pretty hot, not gonna lie.”

“You don't have to give me an answer yet. Just relax,” I murmured, sliding closer, my hand wrapping around his thick base, feeling the heat pulse under my fingers. “You don't have to do anything. I've got this, let me take care of you.”

He nodded jerkily, biting his lip, eyes squeezing shut as I started jerking him slowly, my grip firm and deliberate.

This cock is really beautiful, even with the odd curve.

Just makes it all the more unique to me.

The skin peeled back on that massive mushroom head with each upstroke, exposing the sensitive ridge, then sliding down to bunch at the flare, the motion slick with his leaking pre-cum. Up and down, agonizingly slow, watching the cap swell and shine, the curve making it hard to measure straight.

Fuck, it felt endless in my hand.

The dense pubes were tickling my wrist like a forbidden forest, a realm I was eager to explore.

Adrien's moans grew ragged, his chest heaving, that crimson flush deepening as I cupped his furry balls with my other hand, massaging the heavy sack gently.

My attention to his balls seemed to have an immediate effect on him:

“Shit… feels so good.” His eyes opened again, as if he was studying me. “You like my balls too?”

I should give Adrien some confidence, looks like he needs it.

“Yeah, they’re pretty big and they look tasty.”

“Tasty?”

They were low-hanging, covered in the same thick hair, warm and full, rolling under my palm as I squeezed lightly, calming his nerves with confident strokes.

“See? Just feel it,” I said, thumb circling the base where shaft met balls, tugging the skin to heighten the pull.

He shuddered, thighs tensing, his curious straight-guy hesitation cracking under the building pleasure, hips bucking faintly into my fist. I couldn't resist anymore—leaning down, I took that big mushroom head fully into my mouth, lips stretching wide around the pronounced cap, the odd shape filling me completely.

“Ah!” Adrien made a genuine cry of surprise as I got his glans in my mouth. “Steph...”

It was thick, the curve pushing it upwards and I quickly felt his salty pre-cum flooding my taste buds as I swirled around the flare.

God this tastes good.

Adrien shuddered hard, his whole body jolting, a deep moan ripping from his throat:

“Fuck,” he gasped, hands fisting the sheets, crimson face twisting in overwhelmed ecstasy. “Yeah...”

I’m gonna milk you so bad Adrien.

Just like you deserve.

I swirled my tongue around that fat mushroom head one more time, savoring the tang of his pre-cum coating my mouth, before pushing forward, determined to take more of his cock.

Tilting my head down, I angled my neck to match that strong upward curve, lips sliding inch by inch over the veiny shaft, the coarse pubes scraping my chin as I descended.

Fuck, he was carrying a real beast!

It was stretching my jaw wider and wider with each attempt, the ridge of the glans dragging along my inner cheeks, filling me so completely I could feel every pulse throbbing against my tongue.

My right hand gripped his hip steady on the side and dug into his pale skin to keep him from bucking too wild while he lay there on his back, moaning in raw ecstasy. My other hand was needed to steady myself and help me go further down.

Bouncing on it was a bitch—the curve made it awkward as hell, like trying to deepthroat a goddamn hook!

I bobbed my head up and down the better I could, trying to find the right angle, sucking hard on the way up to create that wet vacuum pull, then plunging back, my saliva dripping down the shaft to soak his hairy balls.

“Ghh… Steph.”

Each drop stretched my throat's entrance, the glans nudging right up against it, teasing the tight ring of muscle that clenched instinctively. Julien had trained me to take it even further not a long time ago, it was time to show Adrien how well I could take cock.

I gave Adrien one last challenging look, as if to tell him to prepare for what was coming, before I took my position.

I crouched forward more, knees digging into the mattress, before plunging deep, impaling my throat with his glands.

GLURG

“Shit! Steph, you’re ok?”

I heard genuine panic in his voice.

Adrien was truly concerned about my well-being; it was almost sweet.

The thick head was shoving past my gag reflex too fast, choking me with its girth. Spit bubbled out around my lips and my eyes started watering as I pulled back coughing, strings of saliva connecting my mouth to his glistening cock.

It wasn't even all of him: I'd barely hit two-third, the curve blocking the full slide, leaving inches of his veiny meat untouched, twitching in the cool air.

Adrien's eyes were wide open, panic flashing across his flushed face as he bolted up on his elbows, hands hovering like he wanted to pull me off:

“Did I hurt you? Fuck, I didn't mean...” His voice cracked, breath coming in sharp pants, that shy straight-guy worry kicking in hard. “Answer me.”

I had to cough a little more to clear my throat first, which made him even more preoccupied.

“Don’t worry.” Cough. “I’m fine. You’re so big.

His proud cock was bobbing untouched right before my eyes, even harder now, with some purple veins bulging all around.

“You don’t have to man.” He said, a bit relaxed. “You can go slower.”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, grinning up at him through the haze:

“Just focus on yourself, Adrien. Let me make you feel good. I really want this.” I squeezed his thigh reassuringly.

I dove back down, my lips sealing around the head again, sucking with urgent pulls to calm him. He collapsed back with a groan, but his body tensed and I felt his cock stiffening like steel in my mouth, the shaft swelling thicker against my tongue.

Can you get harder than this?

Fuck.

His balls tightened under my palm as I massaged them, drawing them up close, warm and heavy, the hair matted with sweat and spit.

Oops, I know that sign.

All too well.

“Oh god, Steph... it's... fuck, it's too much,” he panted harder, hips jerking involuntarily, that crimson blush turning him into a sweating mess.

Shit, that was fast.

But I’m gonna get my reward.

I plunged even harder on his dick, trying to fit his giant cockhead into my throat.

Panic edged his moans again:

“Wait, fuuuck!”

My reward yeah.

“I never… had an orgasm from oral. What should I do Steph?”

Give it to me.

“Shit... I can't—ah!”

He was so lost, thrashing his head side to side, fists white-knuckling the sheets, the uncertainty making it all the hotter to blow him, to push this shy guy over the edge.

His cock grew impossibly harder, the curve arching deeper into my throat as I plunged down one last time, ignoring the burn in my jaw.

Cum from me Adrien!

I knew he was about to explode: the way his balls drew up tight, the frantic twitches, the desperate whines.

I want to taste it so bad!

Then it hit: his scream ripped out, raw and unfiltered, body arching off the bed as the first wave of hot cum flooded my mouth. Thick, creamy ropes blasted against my tongue, filling me in seconds. It was thick and a bit sugary, almost like honey, in a weird way.

Fuck, he tastes so good!

Like way better than the others!

Because of the weird angle I needed to maintain, his nectar quickly spilled past my lips as I swallowed greedily, my mouth working around the pulsing head to take it all.

“Holy sh...”

I gagged a bit at some point but held, impressing him with the deep plunge, my nose tickled by his pubes, inhaling the musky scent while his cock was erupting inside of me.

But there was too much: after a few seconds, I withdrew, pulling off with a wet pop, strings of cum and spit linking us. His cock pumped wildly in my hand as I jerked the base, admiring the sight:

Now he was cumming in a different way: less like an effusive volcano, more like high-pressured jets. I could feel the pressure building from the base of his penis.

I watched the show, mouth agape.

“FUCK!”

It was one the most impressive things I had ever seen in my life.

Straight jets of hot seed shooting so so high, arcing almost to the ceiling of my bedroom, before splattering down on his abs, his chest, even hitting my head. At some point it looked like it was raining on us.

He screamed louder, his body convulsing:

“Fuck! Steph—oh shit!” Lost in it, thighs quaking, the last spurts oozing from the slit, coating his hairy shaft in white as it softened slightly, still twitching.

I licked my lips, tasting him (and it tastes so so good), my heart racing from the thrill.

Adrien panted, eyes glazed, staring at me like I'd unlocked something forbidden:

“Fuck man… that was insane,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Yeah… your cum is amazing dude.

A minute passed, were were saying nothing, until he let out a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh:

“Wow.”

That wasn’t exactly reassuring.

“You enjoyed it?” I asked, half-wincing.

“Fuck, I never came so hard. It’s just…” He ran a hand through his hair, clearly thrown off. “I didn’t expect that.”

“Yeah, me neither,” I admitted.

He looked back at me, softer this time:

“Was afraid you wouldn’t like my cock. And that I just couldn’t cum from a guy at first, you know?” he said, cautious. “But you seemed so into it. Made the whole thing so much hotter.”

Well…

I’m really into you Adrien.

The more I think about it, the more it’s clear in my head.

I hesitated, suddenly shy again:

“I truly like you Adrien. And I loved blowing you.” I said slowly. “that was legit awesome to see you cumming everywhere. Look at the mess.”

He laughed with me:

“Fuck, guess you’re right. Sorry for ruining you sheets man,” he said. “Plus you swallowed some of it.”

I paused, feeling my face warm up:

“Yeah… loved the taste too.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” I echoed, amused, licking up some of his cum that had landed on his thighs.

“So you do like cum?” He asked, fascinated.

I shrugged, trying to play it off:

“I’m being honest. I like yours a lot. Didn’t think I would say that one day but yeah. Kinda grew on me.”

There was a small silence, but it wasn’t heavy.

Adrien looked down for a second, then back up at me, something softer in his expression.

“You know…” he said quietly, “I like the idea of you having a crush on me.”

I blinked:

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.” He let out a small breath, like he was still wrapping his head around it. “And… it feels good. Think I needed that somehow.”

Something in my chest loosened.

“Good then,” I said, a bit more quietly.

He looked at me again, not as uncertain this time, but not entirely steady either. Like desire and confusion were still tangled together, just… less overwhelming now.

“I’m still a bit lost, though,” he admitted.

“Me too,” I said with a small smile. “But that was fun, right?”

“More than that Steph. That was insane.”

- - -

I slipped out of my room quietly, trying not to overthink what had just happened.

My head was still buzzing.

Adrien.
Me.
That kiss.
That confession.

The blowjob.

And the eruption.

Yeah… no, I was definitely not equipped for this kind of emotional plot twist on a random evening.

I grabbed a few tissues from the kitchen, then headed to the bathroom, catching my reflection in the mirror. My face was still a bit flushed, my hair a mess. I looked like someone who had just made questionable life decisions.

Or very good ones.

Still unclear.

I dabbed at my face, splashed a bit of cold water, trying to reset my brain.

Okay Steph, breathe. You didn’t die. You said you like him. He didn’t run away. That’s already a win. Plus he seemed to love being sucked off, that’s a huge plus.

I dried my hands, took one last look at myself… and nearly jumped when I opened the door.

Greg.

Right there in the hallway.

Tank top. Shorts. Arms crossed. Looking… not exactly happy.

Also not exactly calm.

He was staring at me like he’d been waiting.

“Oh—uh… hey,” I said, instantly on edge. “You need something?”

He shifted his weight, jaw tightening slightly:

“I was about to knock on your door,” he said.

Well fuck.

Why is there always a roommate ready to fuck around with me?

That did not help my heart rate.

“Yeah?” I tried to sound casual. “Why? I thought you had… company. Where’s Jade?”

At that, he let out a low grunt, somewhere between annoyance and dismissal.

“Yeah. Well. She left.”

Oh.

“That fast?” I blurted before I could stop myself.

Greg shot me a look:

“Not my best night,” he muttered.

Okay. Abort sarcasm. Abort immediately.

“Sorry,” I added quickly.

He shrugged, but there was something off about it. Less confidence. More… irritation.

Silence stretched for a second.

Then another.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t leave.

Just stood there, looking at me in that way, like he was thinking, calculating, deciding something.

Oh.

Oh no.

Steph, don’t panic.

This is fine.

This is just Greg.

Big rugby guy.

Slightly intimidating.

Occasionally terrifying.

Just tell him you’re busy right now.

He’ll understand.

“…You needed something?” I repeated, a bit more cautiously.

He hesitated. Actually hesitated.

That was new.

“I just…” He stopped, rubbed the back of his neck, clearly annoyed at himself now. “Whatever.”

Right. Subtle as a brick.

He wanted to hang out.

Or… more than hang out.

I shifted awkwardly.

“Hey, uh… it’s a bit late,” I said, trying to keep it light. “I was actually about to… turn in.”

Greg’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Is it Julien?” he asked, blunt as ever.

Straight to the point. Of course.

I shook my head.

“No.”

A pause.

Then, because lying felt… wrong, somehow:

“Adrien.”

That landed.

I saw it immediately—the flicker in his expression. Not anger exactly. Not even surprise.

Just… frustration.

“Right,” he said shortly.

Another silence.

He looked at me for a second longer, like he might say something else. Like he was weighing it.

Then he exhaled through his nose, stepped back.

“Yeah. Sure.”

And just like that, he turned and walked off toward his room.

Door closing a bit harder than necessary.

I stayed there in the hallway for a moment, tissues still in hand, staring at nothing.

Well.

I truly hope Greg won’t make a scene out of this moment later.

I knew he had his match coming soon and he needed stress relief, but this was just bad timing.

Adrien was still in my bed, probably dreaming right now.

I rubbed the back of my neck.

Congratulations Steph.

You now have: one emotionally vulnerable biologist, one intense swimmer who wants to see you all shaved, and one frustrated rugby player.

This was nor your regular love triangle, it was a full contact sport and I had to keep up.

I sighed, then glanced back toward my room.

Adrien would be mine tonight at least.

And somehow, knowing that reassured me.