8. Chapter 8

Was I really fucking doing this? Did I seriously want to jack off with my roommate to see if it turned us on, and for what? To give each other blow jobs down the road? The entire idea seemed nuts, and so like Aspen to suggest this. Why did it even surprise me? Yet, I stroked myself with him and to gay porn, no less. But it also reminded me to live a little and to try new things.

I tried to focus on the big dude rimming the little dude, but my eyes kept wandering over to Aspen. Maybe I shouldn't stare, but wasn't that also the point? To see if we could do this without cringing out? Could I look at his hard dick and see him come?

His dark brown eyes, blown black, became singularly focused on my cock and hand, not paying attention to the video at all, while moans and groans from the porn stars filled my room, along with our skin slapping and heavy breathing. You practically felt his need to touch me. Aspen was a damn open book. He hid nothing of himself with a highly expressive face. He didn't need to speak for you to know what went on in that curly head of his.

I had to admit that watching him kind of turned me on. I was like an exhibitionist and him a voyeur. Except I was one, too, focusing on him, fisting his length and moving his hand in languid movements, getting the build-up going rather than rushing to the finish line.

His arm muscles flexed with each movement, and his abs grew taut. His lightly tanned skin was smooth everywhere except around his happy trail and groin, which was full of dark hair he kept neatly trimmed, unlike the two men in the video who shaved off all their pubes and chest hair. The bigger man devouring the other guy's asshole should've disgusted me, but Aspen was right; it was kind of hot. Strangely, the raunchiness of it all turned me on. Who knew I would like such a thing?

If we planned to go through with this, I had to grow bolder, so I stared hard at Aspen's cock. It wasn't as big as mine, but he came close, just a little leaner. The head was flushed red, and it glistened from pre-cum and lube. My dick pulsed when he swiped his thumb over his slit and thrust in his hand. Interesting.

Aspen was also right that once you let go of the norms, the right person could turn you on, guy or girl. He wasn't unattractive. In fact, he was kind of cute. Doing this with him didn't gross me out at all, but I definitely didn't want to date him.

Focus on coming, Coop. Stop letting your thoughts stray. Stay in the moment.

When I looked back at him, his large, dark eyes were focused on my face rather than my hand job. His dark orbs were nearly black with lust, and I wondered if mine had turned dark, too.

"I want to sit next to you," he breathed.

I hadn't freaked out yet, so I nodded.

Aspen let go of his dick and scooted closer to me, close enough for our shoulders to touch. His hard cock flopped around from the movement, and I couldn't stop looking at it. Then my mind traveled, imagining sucking it. Could I do it? Even if I wanted to, could I swallow his cum, too? Would I be willing to try?

He turned his face onto my shoulder and looked down at what I was doing to myself. The pressure was building, and while I was faster at coming when I masturbated, I took my time, getting a sense if this was something I wanted to pursue. But Aspen touching me strangely added to the arousal. His warm skin on mine sent tingles throughout my body and straight to my nuts.

"This is so fucking hot, Coop. God, you're so sexy. You have the prettiest cock I've ever seen."

I closed my eyes to the looming embarrassment from his words as the heat spread from my chest up to my face and ears. While compliments made me uncomfortable, I didn't mind them when Aspen said them. Every compliment from him was simply a matter of fact, at least according to him.

The scents from our sleep and morning breath mingled with our arousal, and I didn't hate it. It smelled feral, which only turned me on more, as my mind switched to more basic, primal instincts.

"Yes, stroke faster," he panted as he matched my increased movements. "You like that, don't you? Stroking yourself to rimming and watching my hard cock leak pre-cum all over because of you. You did this to me. It feels powerful, doesn't it?"

"Yes," I breathed as my mind started to short out, swirling with thoughts of rimming, Aspen coming, the sounds, the smells… I had to focus on the end goal. I leaned back into him as our breathing picked up, hands in sync. We were of one mind and one body at that moment as my skin filled with heat, forcing beads of sweat to glisten across my skin.

All the nerves in my cock fired off, stimulated by my rapid hand movements, gliding smoothly from the lube but calloused from playing football. Soon, my mind wandered to visions of Aspen down on his knees, sucking me off. I hadn't meant to let that fantasy in. My fantasy hadn't been about a woman at all, but about Aspen. I shut my eyes and tried to switch it to the last girl I'd had sex with, but she became faceless as Aspen injected himself into the scene, forceful and demanding. It didn't help that his groans and whimpers sounded right next to my ear. Sounds of a man. Smells of a man. Body of a man.

"Stroke faster," he demanded. "Are you squeezing yourself? Can you feel the heat from your cock?"

Jesus.

I hadn't expected dirty talk from him.

"Yes." It was all I could say.

"Open your eyes, Coop. Watch me come for you. Because of you." His voice sounded raspy and breathy. He was definitely close.

As soon as I looked down at the red and swollen head of his cock, he shot out spurts of creamy, sticky cum, painting all over his stomach and hand.

"God… shit, shit, shit. Fuck, yeah…" he cried out, throwing his head back against the headboard and shutting his eyes while his mouth hung open, panting through his climax.

Holy shit. That was… kind of hot. I'd be the first to admit it.

His body went limp against me, still holding his softening and pulsing dick as he turned his head to watch me come. My eyes fluttered closed again with the increased pressure, and my hand moved at a rapid pace, making sure to hit my cock at every sensitive point. A groan slipped out of me as the tingles traveled through my spine.

I was so close.

"Look at you go. So sexy and hot. Your cock looks so desperate for release. Give it to him, Coop. Let him come."

As Aspen did a moment ago, my head fell back, hitting the headboard, crying out before my back arched off the bed, and I shot my load into my hand, abs, and the sheets. God, it was relentless as wave after wave of my climax washed over me.

"Holy fuck… wow," he said, his voice echoing in my ears.

I lay in the bed panting and willing my heart to stop slamming into my chest as my dick pulsed and my brain came back into focus, realizing what I'd just done—what we'd done together.

Well, I wasn't freaking out now that I came to my senses. Yeah, it was kind of hot. Hot enough to make me come. Hot enough to make me watch gay porn. And hot enough to get me to actually entertain this crazy idea. But we definitely needed boundaries, which Aspen struggled with. No one could know about this. The last thing I needed right now was to reinvent myself. I had enough high expectations placed on me and people to please, from parents to an entire football team.

"What do you think?" he finally asked. Both of us still lay there, naked, with cold and drying cum all over us.

"Fine, that was… pretty hot. But I think we need rules. Strict ones."

He sat up with a beaming smile, and his large eyes grew larger. "Does that mean we can do it? Are we going to do this?"

I huffed a laugh at his excitement while questioning my sanity. It would be different, but admittedly, I kind of had fun. And it was a good release and forced away my hangover. We could do this once in a while until we found girlfriends or grew bored with it.

"We can try it. But I mean it, Asp. Rules. Strict ones. You're going to have to deal with boundaries, which is something you currently struggle with."

He nodded as his wavy curls bounced, gnawing on his bottom lip. "We can do that. You make the rules, and I'll adhere to them… or try to."

"Aspen…"

He placed a hand over his heart. "I will do my best. Promise."

"God, I must be insane. Okay, the first rule is that we're always open and honest with each other. That means if any feelings may happen, we need to talk about them."

"Easy enough. Next?"

"Second, this is only for fun. I know you want to explore, but I don't want sex and shit—Just blow jobs. I don't want or need a boyfriend. And if I try the blow job thing and I don't like it, I want to stop."

"You got it. Absolutely."

"Third, when we end things, which we will, since we'll both find girlfriends, we need to be adults about this and move on. No complaining."

"Okay, anything else?"

"The last rule is the most important. No one is to know about it. I realize you're honest and like to talk about shit, but not even your friends can know."

He bit his bottom lip, thinking. I knew holding back would be hard for him, but he needed to respect this one the most. "Okay. That makes sense. But… can I talk to Mac about it, at least? We need some tips and shit." He prayed with his hands and looked at me with begging eyes.

"Okay, fine. Mac only because he's been through this, but he has to keep his yap shut, too. I mean it, Aspen. If someone asks you outright, you either need to lie or divert the subject."

"Okay, promise." He crossed his heart with his finger. "This is going to be so awesome! You're so awesome!"

God, I couldn't believe I was even entertaining this idea. Yet, at the same time, this allowed me to get off without having to deal with sex from girls, which I was currently struggling with. It would be nice to have a release now and then that wasn't from my damn hand.

Aspen grabbed his laptop and bottle of lube and climbed out of my bed, but then he looked back at me with a massive smile, making me smile in return and shake my head. He left, uncaring about his nudity and still covered in his cum, as I stared at the smooth planes of his back and the round globes of his ass. Why was I even staring?

As he stepped out, he craned his head back to me again and winked before closing the door behind him. I huffed a laugh and got out of bed myself, needing a shower to wash off all this spunk and funk.