My Roommate's Favour (Patreon)

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His name was Aran Elliot. He was six foot three, two hundred and fifty pounds, and built like a Roman gladiator. His eyes dazzled blue, his hair verged on blond, and at twenty years old, he was the eye candy for hundreds of college students, both male and female.

I knew a lot about Aran, because I'd been secretly in love with him for longer than I cared to remember. I knew that he brushed his teeth after every meal. I knew that on Fridays he spent an extra ten minutes in the shower, and I knew that he didn't like coffee, but he drank it anyway because he thought it made him look sophisticated.

The reason I knew all of this stuff is because I wasn't just in love with Aran, but I was also his roommate.

I wasn't sure if it was a curse or a blessing. I was only eighteen, so I never expected to be bunked with anybody older than me, but it felt like my prayers had been answered when I walked in to find him grinning at me.

We'd been neighbours growing up, and even though Aran had always been the cool, popular, cute guy, he still made time for my dorky ass which is probably what caused this debilitating crush.

On the opposite end of things, having someone like him saunter around the dorm room, blissfully unaware that even the mere scent of him turned me ravenous, was akin to torture. I felt like I was in a desert, and even though a glass of water sat across from me, I could never drink it.

He wasn't cruel, either. He knew I was gay after my mom told his mom a few years prior. He never once made me feel bad about it. In fact, he regularly enquired as to how my search for love was going, and I regularly lied, and told him it was going fine.

But it wasn't fine.

I wasn't even a bad looking guy! Sure, I was a little skinny, and maybe my unruly brown hair could do with some attention, but I wasn't that bad. I knew it, because I downloaded Grindr once, and was flooded with messages telling me how cute I was. The only problem, however, was that the vast amount of said messages were coming from men who had more things in common with my grandpa than with me.

The bitter reality was that Aran was a straight guy. Not only was he straight, but he was straight straight. You know the ones. They play sports and say bro all the time. They drive trucks, drink beer and belch. Yeah, that was Aran, though at least he was kind.

My only saving grace was that Aran was a playful kind of guy. It wasn't that he would tease me, but he knew that the key to getting me to do anything was pretty straight forward.

"Can you tell my girlfriend I'm sick?" He had once asked, and when I refused, Aran accidentally dropped a pair of his worn boxer briefs onto my lap.

"Can you go and get me a box of donuts?" Was another, and when I groaned, he suddenly needed a shower, and stripped to his underwear right before my eyes.

It was certainly an interesting relationship, and even though I would never get to touch the beefy jock, looking was quite alright.

The holidays were quickly approaching. Aran was supposed to be visiting his girlfriend's family for the first time, but he'd been acting weird about it for weeks. He'd been out with some friends prior to returning to the dorm room pretty wasted, and finally he blurted it out.

"I don't love her, bro" he sighed, peeling off his t-shirt to reveal his immaculate abs. "I don't even think I like her anymore!"

I was pretty focused on his increasingly naked body, but the answer was pretty simple.

"Break up with her then" I shrugged, watching as he shimmied his pants down his legs and lay back on his pillow.

Thick tufts of black hair covered his armpits as he wrapped his hands behind his head. His chest was mostly smooth, but a line of the same hair led from his bellybutton down into his underwear. It was strange to be jealous of hair.

"I can't" he groaned, "you know what I'm like with confrontation".

I did know. As big and intimidating as Aran could be, he hated anything that could result in an argument. He reminded me of a very hot teddy bear.

"You know" he said, his voice rising an octave.

"No way!" I scoffed, already knowing where he was going, "I'm not breaking up with your girlfriend for you".

Before I could continue, Aran was on his knees, bouncing toward me with his hands clasped and his face scrunched up as his large puppy-dog eyes gazed through me.

"Pretty please?" He whimpered, reaching the edge of my bed.

"No way, man!" I laughed, pushing his head back, "that's your shit to deal with".

He groaned and dropped his head on the mattress beside me. Oh, how I wanted to caress his beautiful face.

"I'll give you one hundred thousand dollars" he mumbled.

"Will you?" I smirked, "don't you owe your mom like two hundred bucks?"

"See?" He moaned, "don't you feel sorry for me? Won't you reach out a helping hand to your best friend in the world?"

I smiled as he begged.

It was always funny to me how different Aran acted in the privacy of the dorm room. Out on campus, he was this tough, scary beast of a guy, yet in here, well... He was begging on his knees wearing just his underpants. The thought was actually quite arousing.

"How about this" he said, and I rolled my eyes, and immediately stopped and froze on the bed as Aran's hand slid across my leg.

"What are you doing?" I asked, watching as it travelled closer to my groin.

I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest. Sure, he joked around sometimes but he'd never actually touched me.

"A... Aran?" I choked, as his second hand reached over so he had either side of my pants. "Aran what –"

"Just shush for a minute" he smirked.

I did shush. I shushed and I watched as my roommate began to lower my pants, revealing a pair of embarrassingly tight briefs that I should have thrown out a long time ago.

Aran continued pulling them down until they rested over my shins, then he sat on the edge of the bed and took my wrist.

"You do me a favour" he said, "and I'll do you a favour".

My mouth fell open as he guided my hand toward his bulging package. He pressed my palm against it, and I felt the warmth as it throbbed inside.

"This... I... You..."

"Just shush" he repeated, and it felt like fireworks had begun to erupt inside me as his hand closed around the crotch of my briefs.

"So what do you say?" He asked, rubbing me as I stiffened in my underwear.

I gasped, then bit down on my lip as I realised that we were both becoming erect.

"I... I uh... Yeah... Yeah"

Aran grinned at me and pulled down the front of my briefs. My six inch cock bounced out, slapping against my smooth groin as he wrapped his hand around it and made me gasp.

"Nice cock" he said, raising a brow.

With his free hand, Aran dragged his own underwear down his muscular thighs and returned my hand to his cock.

I couldn't make a sound. I simply gawped at the scene as it unfolded right before my eyes. His cock was larger than mine which was unsurprising. He was semi-erect, and the head was the size of a peach. I stared at it as he closed my fingers around it, and suddenly we were jerking each other off.

We didn't talk. There was nothing that could possibly be said in that moment. All we could do was wank each other off, and I was sure that I had never been more aroused in my entire life.

He sped up. My foreskin slid back and forth over my helmet, sliding my pre-cum up and down my shaft. I was becoming more and more breathless by the second, and the only reason I hadn't cum yet, was because I was trying to focus my attention on the mammoth rod in my hand.

Aran must have been at least eight inches long and as wide as a bat. He was cut, and his pole was now slick with fluid as I pumped him.

He groaned gently, and that sent a wave of pleasure through my body. It was better than I could have ever imagined, and I had imagined.

Minutes went by. Five first, then ten. I was pretty sure that I was close to orgasm, but when Aran sped up, I was certain.

The sound of sloshing filled the small dorm room. I could smell his fresh sweat, and the scent of young excitement in the air. He gasped before I did. His large body became stiff as he swung around and took over.

He fucked his hand. Pushed his groin toward my body and dragged my shirt up my chest. I took hold of my own cock as my muscular roommate jerked rapidly, and then I felt it.

Splashes of hot cum began to drench my chest and stomach. Aran moaned loudly, still pumping wildly as more and more of his seed soaked into me. It pooled in my bellybutton, cascaded down my sides, and covered me almost completely.

Feeling him pour on me sent me over the edge. I grunted and groaned, my body tensed and tightened, and the orgasm that burned through me was one of the strongest I had ever felt.

My own sperm gushed from my swollen cock head, splashing across my soaking torso and pooling with Aran's in a cocktail of passion. Every inch of my body came alive with a fiery excitement, and when my balls had finished shooting wads of cum, I sank into the bed, limp and breathless.

He sat back down. His naked butt was inches from me, his hand was busy squeezing the last of his load out, and when he turned to me, he was grinning.

"So" he smirked, "you'll do that favour for me?"