My Roommate Noah

My Roommate Noah by Derek W omksc@yahoo.com

Chapter 2

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Smack!

My eyes flew open. There was a rock hard dick hovering in the air above my face. And while I was still groggy from a night's sleep, it only took me a second to figure out that what had just woken me up so suddenly was a slap on the face from Noah's dick.

He banged his cock against my face a few more times. "Morning wood, cocksucker. Get to it," Noah said.

I looked up at him. He was completely naked so that perfect bod was on display. His wavy hair was shooting out in every direction, and of course on Noah bed-head just looked sexy as fuck. I thought to myself, when the first thing I see after opening my eyes is Noah's hard-on and amazing chest looming over me, I'm pretty fucking lucky.

I had waited up for hours the previous night to discuss what had happened, to try and figure out a path forward after I'd sucked him off and he said he was changing the terms of our relationship. But eventually I had fallen asleep and he must have come in very late without waking me up.

"Jesus," I said to him now. "I'm not even up yet."

"Yeah, well I'm UP," Noah said and dick-slapped me again. "Here, does this help you wake up?" He started hitting me all over my face with his dick - the firm, bulging head slapping against by lips, cheeks, nose, forehead, everywhere. He cackled the whole time.

"I think... we should talk about...what happened," I said, trying to get the words out in between dick-slaps.

"I've got a better idea," Noah said. "Instead of using that bitch mouth of yours for talking, about shit I don't want to talk about, no less, why don't you use it for sucking me off?"

I grunted in response.

"Listen, cocksucker. There's nothing to talk about. You are my bitch cocksucker, like you wanted to be. I have a hard-on. So...Open. Your. Mouth."

The smell of his dick was incredible. The feeling of him smacking me in the face with it had gotten me rock-hard. However conflicted my brain may have been about our new arrangement, my dick was quite sure that it wanted him dick-slapping me and fucking my face 24/7. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue slightly, created an area for him to rest the tip of his cock.

Which Noah did, immediately. He placed the head of his penis on my tongue, rubbed it all around, pressed it down onto my tongue with a little pressure. I moaned involuntarily. Noah laughed, and then started to push his dick into my mouth.

This time, Noah went straight into face-fucking. There was apparently not going to be any gentle licking and sucking of his genitals this time. He started pushing his cock in and out of my mouth. The angle was a little awkward with him standing at the edge of the bed, so he hoisted himself up, placing one knee on the bed. This put his pelvis into the perfect position to start pistoning his dick into my mouth.

God, that cock was amazing. The feeling of that thick shaft, its velvety warmth filling my mouth, the sticky head teasing the entrance to my throat. My left arm was trapped under Noah's shin, so I slid my right hand under the covers to grab my own dick.

Noah didn't waste a second. He reached down, grabbed my arm by my bicep and pulled it back over my head. All without breaking stride in his fucking of my mouth. Then he paused, for the briefest of seconds, so that he could lift himself up, grab my left arm and pull it up over my head to join the right. Then, cock back into my mouth and he put my wrists together on the bed behind my head, holding them tightly with his hand, applying ample pressure to pin them down firmly.

This made my cock jump even more. It pointlessly pushed upwards into the sheet, denied any stimulation. Meanwhile, Noah had a new stance, with his body more directly on top of me for optimal leverage to pin my wrists down on my bed. This meant that his midsection was now in an even better spot for thrusting his cock into my mouth. He picked up the pace, pushing both faster and deeper. He was now fucking my throat, full-on, his cock plunging all the way in so that my nose was smashed up against his waist over and over again. I timed my breathing to intake some air during those few seconds when my throat wasn't stuffed full of his dick.

"Fuck yeah, cocksucker," Noah whispered. "Take that cock."

This went on for a couple of minutes. Noah fucking, me lying there taking it. He had really built up a rhythm, and the force of his movements was so intense I could see a few beads of sweat on his perfect chest. He let out a sudden, low moaning sound, and then dropped his entire body into me. His dick was stuffed as far down my throat as it could go, where he held it for several long seconds, no longer thrusting, as his cum blasted into my throat. I couldn't breathe or move. Until eventually he slid off me, and his spent dick slipped out of my mouth, landing wetly on my face. Noah knelt on the bed next to me, breathing heavy as he came down from his orgasm. He released my arms. Shook his head around in a circle, let out a happy little "whew!" sound, smiled down at me, banged his cock on my face a couple more times for good measure, and then stood and walked out.

When he came back from the bathroom, I was sitting up in bed, ready to talk. Noah threw himself down on his own bed across the room, picked up his phone.

"Hey, can we talk?" I asked.

"'Bout what?"

"You know, this."

Noah sighed dramatically. He turned on his side to look over at me with an intense stare. "What?"

I shrugged, suddenly unsure what to say. "I don't know," I stammered, "it just feels like we should figure out--"

"Look," he said emphatically. "We already discussed this yesterday. You agreed to be my cocksucker. That means you suck my cock when I want a blow job. I really don't see how there's anything further to talk about."

"But," I said, and then trailed off.

"Okay, one question. Did you like it just now when I fucked your face and blew my load down your throat?"

Geez. "Yes."

"So. You like it. I like it. It will continue. Q.E.D." He went back to his phone. "Now shut the fuck up and don't bother me again."

I shuffled off to the bathroom to take a leak. My dick was still partially hard, so my piss sprayed off in every direction. By the time I was done it had gone soft again. Thought about jerking one out but decided not to. I looked at my face carefully in the mirror. Was it possible to tell my face had just been dick-slapped about fifty times? I didn't think so.

And so there was no more discussion of our new arrangement. Late that night, Noah was lying in his bed, again on his phone, when he ordered me to kneel at the base of his bed and suck him off. I climbed up, got on my knees between his legs, bent over, and started sucking. He grabbed me by the hair and pushed my head all the way down onto his cock. I proceeded to give him another blow job. He released my head and left me to my own pace. Which I was surprised by, seeing as how he had fairly insistently controlled the movements of the last blow job. So I looked up from his crotch, where I noticed he was typing on his phone. Was he texting someone? While I blew him? What the fuck?

At that moment, I had one hand on his dick as I pulled my head off and up to address him. "What are you doing?"

He looked down at me and shook his head. "Shut up. Get back on that dick." Reached down, gave me a light slap in the face, and then pushed my head roughly back into this crotch. He held my head for a minute of two, while he thrust his cock up into my mouth, hard. Then he released my head again, to go back to his phone. I kept sucking him until I felt him start to tense up. Then he dropped his phone beside him, grabbed my head firmly with both hands, and held me tight as he forced his cock all the way in again, shooting right into my throat. He held my head in his vise-like grip until he was spent, and then pulled me up by the hair. His dick flopped out, he pushed me away with one hand to the forehead, muttering, "Off."

I stumbled over to my side of the room. Slightly dazed and, of course, hard as a rock. I got into bed, waited for him to fall asleep so I could jerk off. But he kept at whatever the fuck he was doing on his phone, until my hard-on totally subsided and I drifted off myself.

The next morning, he was gone when I awoke, but in mid-afternoon, I came home from classes to find him unexpectedly sitting at his desk staring at his computer, headphones on. "Good, you're here," he said. Then he pointed down at his crotch.

I walked towards him, then hovered, waiting for him to move over to his bed. Instead, he pushed his chair back slightly, pointed at the floor. "Get under the desk." I screwed up my face in response. He snapped his fingers and then pointed again. "Get the fuck under the desk."

I got on my knees and crawled towards him. He hadn't really moved the chair far enough back from me to get by, so it was hard to get past him into the cramped area under the desk. As I did, I saw that he had been watching porn on his laptop. Thus I understood why he insisted that I be under the desk: he wanted to keep watching porn on his laptop while I blew him. "Are you going to watch that while I blow you?"

He scowled at me and slid the headphones down. "What?" he barked. I could hear the muffled sound of a woman moaning ecstatically.

"I said, are you going to watch porn while I'm...you know, during?"

"When you watch porn, do you masturbate sometimes?" he asked me. I nodded. "Me too. That's what I'm going to do now." He grabbed my chin roughly. "Your face is, essentially, a masturbatory aid." He gave it a squeeze, which caused my mouth to open involuntarily. He pressed his thumb firmly against my tongue and pushed it into my mouth. "So get under the desk, stop talking, and suck my cock, bitch." He put the headphones back on and looked back at the screen.

I pretzeled myself into the small area under the desk. He slid his chair back in and spread his legs wide. He was wearing jeans, and I could see a thick bulge snaking off to one side. I scooted towards him, unbuckled his jeans and pulled them halfway down his thigh. I slurped his cock into my mouth. It was already almost at full mast, I guess he must have liked whatever he was watching. I licked his shaft and began sucking him hard. I had a feeling this might not last that long.

I sucked his dick. It was kind of uncomfortable under the desk, as the back of my head would sometimes bang up against the bottom of the desk while I bobbed my head up and down on him. All I could see was his crotch and the bottom of his T-shirt, with no view at all of that beautiful chest I loved so much. This went on for a while until he ordered, "Lick my balls." His cock popped out of my mouth and I slid my face further down his crotch and began to lick his nuts. I licked them all over and then reached for his dick again and started to slowly jerk it. "No," he said sharply. "Don't touch my dick, just lick my balls."

He made me lick his balls for a really long time, what felt like maybe fifteen or twenty minutes. Even though his dick went untouched the whole time, it stayed rock hard, pointing stiffly up and leaking precum. I wanted desperately to touch it or to lick up the precum from his shaft. I was surprised that his cock would stay that hard from getting his balls licked. Wondered if watching the porn at the same time accounted for it or he liked getting his balls licked so much it kept him so rigid.

Amazing how in just a few days I had become someone who would sit on the floor licking someone else's balls endlessly while musing about what motivated his erection.

"Get back on my dick," Noah said.

I moved my head up and swallowed his dick. As I bobbed up and down, he started lifting his butt off the chair in short thrusts to meet me. After only a minute or two of this his hand suddenly snaked under the desk and went to the top of my head. Down he pushed, as he pressed his dick up into my mouth as far as it would go. I felt his body start to tremble while he emptied his balls, again directly into my throat.

When he was done he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head off his dick, kind of throwing my head to one side and towards the floor. His incredibly beautiful dick hung in the air before me, shiny and magnificent. I watched for a second as it started to soften.

"Clean me off and I'll let you out." I leaned forward and licked his shaft, and then Noah slapped me in the face lightly. "No, I don't want that now. Just clean my dick with your shirt or something and put my jeans back on."

"How am I supposed to do that? Give me some Kleenex or something," I replied.

"Jesus," Noah muttered. "Fucking useless cocksucker." He pushed the chair back and I crawled out. Before I could get very far, he reached down and grabbed my T-shirt at my shoulders, yanking it hard. My arms lifted by reflex and Noah pulled the shirt off over my head. He reached down and wiped his cock and balls with my shirt, until his entire crotch area was dry. "Put my jeans back on," he ordered me again.

I slipped up his jeans and underwear as he lifted slightly off the chair. My hands grazed his perfect butt for the very first time as I put his dick away. I zipped him up, buckled his jeans and kissed his crotch as I finished.

He shook his head at me. "You can have your shirt back now," he said, throwing it into my face. It fell to the floor in front of me. Noah reached over and grabbed me by the back of the neck and pushed my head to the floor. He rubbed my face in the T-shirt. "Here, I know how much you love rubbing your face in clothes to get a whiff of me." His hand gripped my neck tightly. "You're welcome."

I blew him every single day, sometimes twice a day, for an entire week. Sure enough, as he had specified, I had become his cocksucker. We had barely spoken the entire week, no shared meals, mostly just him demanding blow jobs and me providing them.

I learned quickly what he liked. Variety when I was in control sucking him, him fucking my face at his desired pace and depth, me licking his balls. Mostly him fucking my face. He had clearly established his preferred way to cum: dick pushed as far in as possible, held steady, cum deposited directly into throat. Held there until balls are fully emptied, and then withdrawn in one single motion, blow job over.

All of which was perfectly fine with me. I completely love getting my face fucked. And while I would have liked to get some of that cum on my tongue or, even better, all over my face, I could hardly argue with him ejaculating the way he most wanted to. Every time he pushed me all the way down and held my head tight against him until he was finishing depositing his cum in my stomach, I got the hardest erection imaginable.

It was just over a week later that the first day came when he didn't make me suck him off. I expected the next day to be awoken by his morning wood smacking my face (which had been my alarm clock twice the previous week), but nothing happened. Same thing the day after that. It was a Thursday. We both had morning classes only. We woke up about the same time, got ready for class, and that was that.

I was distracted through my first two classes, finding myself daydreaming about Noah, his tight body, and that dick. Now that I was his regular cocksucker, three days without getting his dick in my mouth was horrible. Made it to the last class of the morning thinking that, with any luck, I might be only an hour or two away from another chance to blow him. My last class was Economics. I scanned the room quickly for my friend Ethan and grabbed the seat next to him.

"Hey, Derek," he said. "Check out Red." He motioned with his neck to a seat a short distance away. It was the super hunky guy that we always drooled over, the one we discussed in front of Noah, which probably was what led to him springing the underwear trap for me. Red was wearing a blue T and gray sweatpants. From this angle there was a direct view of his crotch, which looked enticingly bulge-y. Something about sweatpants on a fit guy that accentuate the lower body in all the right ways and weaken the knees. We called him Red--neither of us knew his name--because he usually wore a pair of red Nikes. When I was bored with the econ lecture (which was most of the time), I imagined myself kneeling in front of him and kissing those sneakers before working my way up.

"I see you picked your seat very strategically," I whispered.

"Well," said Ethan, "we're not all lucky enough to have that kind of view back in our dorm room, like some people. Gotta take it where I can get it." Ethan had mentioned more than once how hot he thought Noah was. Which was just objectively true after all. He was always far more eager to hang out in my room if he thought Noah might be there.

"Why don't you ask Red if he needs a new roommate?"

"Ha, ha. I have a feeling he plays for the other team. Like the one you have back in your room. Noah must get a ton of girls. Does he bring girls back to your room?"

I coughed. "Um, not so much." I could hardly answer, No, not lately because he's been blowing his load in my mouth every day.

"I don't know how you live so close to that stud and control yourself. If that were me..."

"We're roommates, and he's straight. So, I just put it out of my mind," I lied.

"Oh, please. Don't bullshit me, Derek. He is way too fucking hot. He's on permanent rotation in my spank bank, and there's no way that's not true for you too." The class started, and I scowled back at Ethan, who smiled and laughed at me.

Fifty minutes later, I packed up my backpack, bid Ethan a hasty goodbye, and tore off for my room. I had originally planned to go to the library to study for the afternoon, but I took a chance that Noah might also come back to the room after his classes and be in the mood to get his dick sucked.

Our suitemates were out, still at class, but sure enough Noah was in our bedroom, propped up on his bed reading. I cheerily wished him hello and he grunted back at me, barely lifting his gaze from his book. I kind of stood hovering by his bed a little as I slowly pulled off my backpack, thinking maybe he would order me between his knees. But he ignored me.

I sat on my bed. Noah was wearing a tank top, red Hollister sweats, and white gym socks. I got a super nice view of his bicep in profile, holding up the book propped on his chest, and it looked as amazing as always. I belabored the task of going through my book bag so that I could periodically sneak in a look at him.

I pulled out my phone, threw myself down on my bed. Maybe he needed to finish his reading and then would want a blow job. Thought, for a moment, about asking him if I could suck his dick, but had a feeling he might not like that. I would just have to content myself with the occasional glance and wait.

Several minutes later, Noah stood and walked over to me, book in hand. I looked up at him.

"Bend your knees," he said to me. I was lying flat on my back. An odd request, but I did as instructed. Noah climbed up on sat on my stomach, resting his back against my thighs, and spreading his legs on either side of my torso, so that his feet were resting on my pillow on both sides of my head. This gave me a view of his sweatpants bulge, his half-exposed upper body, and of course that devilishly handsome face.

"Like the view?" he asked. My eyes widened, and I didn't say anything. Noah held the book up. "I need to finish reading this chapter, and it's distracting when you keep staring at me from across the room. Should I just sit here and read it? Would that be better for you?"

His tone was surprisingly neutral. I thought for sure he was being sarcastic, but he didn't sound it. Which was confusing. I didn't know how to answer, so I just shrugged.

"Do you remember, when was it, like a week ago or so? After you BEGGED me to be my cocksucker, and I agreed, reluctantly. I explained to you that the time had come for you to stop stealing looks at me all the time. Seems like that is too difficult for you. So rather than have you secretly stare at me from across the room, which I don't fucking like, I'm going to just sit here and finish this chapter. Okay?"

I nodded. I would be extra happy to have Noah sit on me in this position, with an incredible view of that body, for as long as he liked. My one concern is that I would get a hard-on, which would be pressing right into his lower back and his ass.

"Okay, then," Noah said. He pulled back and bent his legs, dropping his feet right onto my face. He pressed them down hard, pushing against my face with some force. Each foot covered one side of my face, with my nose just barely poking up between them. I couldn't see anything.

"Come on!" I exclaimed, though it came out totally muffled because my mouth was covered by his feet.

He lifted his right foot and slapped me in the face with it. "Shut up. I told you not to stare at me, and you did it anyway. You fuck up, this is what happens." Noah glared at me, his right foot hovering in the air above my head, his left still tightly pressed against my face. He brought his foot back down again, completely obscuring my view. "So, here, you can stare at me while I study. You can look at the bottom of my feet, you stupid bitch." I heard the sound of pages rustling. "Do not bother me, do not try to say anything again. I need to finish this chapter. Don't worry, I only have about fifty pages left," he said and laughed.

This was my first contact with Noah's feet. He was wearing clean socks, the ones he had put on that morning. As his feet descended on my face, I quickly saw the bottoms of them, which were mostly all white. The scent of his feet was unmistakable, with my nose squashed in between the sides of his feet. Not strong at all, just a faint smell, which I found not too unpleasant. It was actually a little hard to breathe because my mouth was almost entirely covered, and it took me a minute or two to establish regular breathing. I couldn't see anything, just a few tiny spots of light in the corners or my eyes around where the edges of his feet didn't fully connect with my face. But I couldn't see any part of his body. As he knew I wouldn't.

In all of my past experiences with guys, I'd never done anything with feet. But I had thought about it, sometimes a lot. And my favorite fantasy involved a guy wearing gym socks rubbing them on my face. So, despite the fact that Noah thought he was punishing me, the fact that his sock-covered feet were planted on my face made me quite excited. He wasn't rubbing them around as I would have liked--they were basically just resting there as if they were on the floor and not on an actual person's actual face. But the feeling of them, and his body on mine, was enough to get me aroused. My dick got hard, stuffed in my jeans, pointing towards the ceiling in the path of my upraised, bent legs. Noah's back was resting against those legs, and as my dick got hard and made me desperate to touch it, it took all the fortitude I possessed not to press my erection into his back. It was truly torture.

I assumed that he would do this for a few minutes, then get off me once he'd made his point, return to his bed and finish reading. But I was wrong. He sat there and read the entire chapter. Maybe it took an hour? Maybe longer. I don't know, I couldn't see anything. Couldn't say anything. The only sense that was working was smell. From time to time he would shift his position to get more comfortable, which had the effect of sometimes pressing against my erection which I hoped he couldn't detect against his back. Each time he moved, he tended to press his feet harder into my face. I don't know if really made him more comfortable, probably he just did it to fuck with me. A few times he lifted a leg to cross it over the other, leaving that foot dangling in midair. With the one still on my face he pressed my face down hard to the side, until one side of my face was touching the pillow, so that he could pretty much fully cover the other side with the one foot. That was a little uncomfortable, though I was able to see a little on one side, but the view consisted of just the wall next to my bed. The only other thing I could see was the bottom of his one foot. As designed. After a few minutes in this position he would resume covering my face with both feet.

After an hour, or who knows how long, he lifted his feet from my face, up in the air and then down on either side of my head. Snapped his book closed with a dramatic flourish. "Finished!" he shouted triumphantly. Slid his body off mine and stood, accidentally (?) kicking me in the face as he got off.

I could still smell his feet, though they were now across the room, on his bed. He had imprinted them on my face. I felt a little dizzy as I sat up, dumbfounded that I had laid there for so long under his sock-covered feet. My hard-on had dissipated quite a while ago, and I felt sore and numb from his weight.

"By the way," Noah said as he grabbed his phone. "Don't think I didn't notice that your fucking dick got hard when I was using your face as a footrest. Man. Don't even know what to say about that little development."

I sat there for a few minutes, gathering my thoughts while he fiddled with his phone. "Noah," I said.

"Yeah?"

"Can I just...can I just say..." Somehow ever since things had changed between us I found myself unable to put my thoughts into words with him.

"What?"

"Just let me explain. You know, my side of the situation."

Noah shot me a look. He dropped his phone on the bed beside him, sat up and swiveled around to face me. "All right. Go ahead." There was a challenge in his voice.

"It's just," I sighed. I didn't even really know what I wanted to say. "I know it's not cool that I sometimes stare at you. I understand if that makes you uncomfortable. God knows that's the last thing I want to do. It's just that, you really have the most amazing body. It's impossible not to. I try not to, honestly. And since I started, you know," my voice dropped a little, became wobbly, "blowing you, it's even harder now. Sometimes it feels like all I can think about is sucking your dick. So when I see you, it just, I don't know, gets me going. And you haven't wanted a blow job in, like, three days, so, I'm even more, I don't know," I trailed off.

He looked at me intently, waited for me to finish.

"So I'll try not to check you out. But, I mean, you're getting what you want, right? Is it so terrible for me to look at you? It's your own fault you're so damn sexy," I said, and laughed feebly.

He did not join in. Nodded once or twice. "Okay, I understand. And you'll recall, you were checking me out for two months and I never said anything. Was perfectly content to let you do that. Do you remember that?" I nodded. "And then what happened?"

"Um, you mean, I sucked you off--"

"No," he said sharply. "That is not what I mean. You agreed to be my bitch. Do you remember that?"

"Yes," I said quietly.

"And when you're my bitch, things are different." He sighed. "Okay, so, you told me what you think. Do you want to know what I think?"

"Yes"

Noah stood, took two steps towards me. He pointed at the floor in front of him. "Knees. There." I slid off my bed onto the floor, moved over to him on my knees. "I will explain my position." He pulled his sweatpants and underwear down, and then took his soft dick in his right hand. Started to jerk it. I moved my face towards his crotch, and he held out his other hand to indicate "stop." I stopped, my face about six inches from his cock, which was starting to grow. I looked up at him. In a minute or so his dick was fully hard. I again moved in to take it in my mouth. "No," he said. "Don't move." Then he stepped slightly towards me, so that his dick was almost touching my face, an inch away from my lips. "Like the view?" he said. "Oh, wait," he said and then suddenly pulled off his shirt, exposing that incredible chest I could never get enough of.

I may have let out a small whimper. He looked glorious, that big dick in his hand, and that muscular torso up above me. He smiled down at me, again placed his dick about an inch from my lips. I could smell him.

"Close your eyes," he said.

I screwed up my face and looked up him.

"Close your eyes," he repeated, sternly. "And don't move an inch."

I closed my eyes and waited. I could hear him jerking his cock. I could, faintly, smell the musk of his crotch. I could tell that his penis was still just an inch away from my face. But I could see nothing.

He jerked his cock. I knelt in darkness. Waited. Listened to the sound of his hand jerking his dick. It seemed to last forever. Finally he said, "Open your mouth!" and I opened wide. His stiff dick pushed itself in, hard and fast. His hands went to the back of my head, as he thrust his cock forcefully all the way into my mouth just as it started to spew. He spasmed in my mouth, me coughing and gagging a little, unprepared. After a few seconds he was done pouring his load into my throat, and after one final push of my head down for good measure, he withdrew his cock.

I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"Got it now, bitch?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, hoarsely.

"Good," he said, rapping his dick against my face a few times before turning away.

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