My Roommate Finds Out Pt. 02

I was never really interested in guys or sex. I had lots of guy friends, sure, but I never thought of them as sexual prospects. I tried masturbating a few times, but found it overall uninteresting. When I was younger, I tried dating here and there, and had a couple disappointing sexual experiences, but eventually decided it just wasn't for me.

This all changed about two months ago, when my nerdy roommate came back from the doctor with a new diagnosis. Hyperspermia, they call it. I thought it might be a weird joke, until I saw the symptoms first-hand. Now, my awkward and impossibly shy roommate needed to unload unbelievable amounts of cum, several times a day.

Of course, I offered to help him. I thought it would be funny, first of all. And I'll be honest, I felt sorry for him. The poor guy was such a dork, there's no way he would normally be able to get a girl to help.

So that's how it started--pity handjobs. His moans were so cute, and the way his face looked while I rubbed his dick was adorable. But something quickly started to change within me.

First, his dick was huge. I don't think even he realized how big he was. Granted, I didn't have much experience, but I had never seen one even close to that size. Second, of course, was the amount of cum he produced. When he first told me about it, I thought it would be kinda funny. But the first time I saw it happen, I didn't find it funny at all. The way his dick kept pumping huge spurts of cum, covering my hand and his body, and leaving a big pool on the floor. It was incredibly hot.

I never thought I cared stupid things like dick size, but I couldn't deny the effect it had on my body. After each relief session with my roommate, my face would be hot and my heart pounded in my chest. My underwear would be drenched, of course. I had never felt so aroused, so... horny. After taking care of him, I would always have to almost run to my room and discreetly take care of myself.

It became part of the routine. Pulling off my sweatpants and soaked underwear, my hand would clumsily find its place on my slick pussy. Trembling with need, my fingers would start rubbing small tight circles over my clit, while I shut my eyes tight and tried to picture his cock. As I rubbed increasingly faster, I imagined how it would taste, how it would feel inside me, if it would even fit. I came quickly and with an intensity that left my body shaking.

Then the shame washed over me. How could a guy's cock make me feel like this? I had never felt more than a passive interest in men, let alone allow one to affect me. But here I was--a trembling, sweaty, sticky mess, all because of my nerdy roommate's stupid, huge, perfect cock.

I probably should have stopped helping him, since each time I did my problem only got worse. But I couldn't stop, even if I wanted to. I looked forward to it, counting down the hours until it would be acceptable for me to offer my services again. I tried my best to stay casual, not reveal how much it was affecting me. I would discreetly lick up any cum that landed on me when he wasn't looking, its taste making my pussy throb. I don't think he ever noticed.

One day, I couldn't take it anymore. Rubbing his hard cock, feeling the scorching heat grow between my legs, watching drops of precum slide tantalizingly down his swollen shaft--it was too much. I brought it to my lips, letting his smooth hot length glide past them and fill my mouth. The effect on my body was instant. My pussy throbbed hungrily, my clit begging for me to touch it. I felt my nipples harden and graze maddeningly against the fabric of my bra. My mind went blank, only aware of his huge cock filling my mouth, and wondering how I could possibly get it deeper inside my throat.

I don't know how much time passed--it might have been a second or several hours--but the next thing I felt was his cum filling my mouth. I immediately erupted in an orgasm that overtook my whole body and filled it with ceaseless, mind-numbing pleasure. I used to have a hard time bringing myself to climax even with the help of toys, but here I was--having the best orgasm of my life, without once touching myself.

I reflexively tried to swallow his load, feeling gulp after gulp of his hot cum slide down my throat and fill my stomach. But it wouldn't stop. He kept cumming, until it managed to escape past my lips and dribble down onto my shirt. When the spurts stopped, I sucked every last drop as he withdrew from my mouth, making a soft pop sound when it left my lips.

The feeling of his cum soaking through my shirt was driving me crazy, the skin on my chest tingling with a pleasant warmth. I took it off and used it to clean myself up. I was breathless. I wanted to pin my roommate against the bed and beg him to fuck me.

But that wasn't part of our deal. This wasn't supposed to be about my pleasure, it was simply relief for his medical issue. And if I did ask, would he say yes? I knew I wasn't exactly conventionally attractive. I wasn't feminine, I didn't wear much makeup, and I always hid my body under loose clothes. If he had any other choice, I was sure he would pick someone else. No, this arrangement was purely due to convenience.

So I buried my thoughts, gave him a forced smile, and retreated to my room to shamefully take care of my desires myself.

It continued this way for many weeks--regularly giving my roommate blowjobs that would leave me horny and frustrated, too addicted to stop, and too scared to ask for more.

I slowly got more desperate. I bought a small, discreet vibrator and started wearing it while I sucked his cock. This brought me to multiple orgasms each time, which I was getting increasingly better at hiding. I stopped wearing a bra, since its tight fabric rubbed frustratingly against my nipples. None of this helped. I was feeling horny all the time--at work, hanging out with friends, running errands.

I took any chance to relieve my frustration. The second I was left alone in the apartment, I'd strip down and lay on his bed. The smell of his sheets drove me crazy. My fingers would plunge into my already soaked pussy, desperately trying to scratch an itch that was too deep for me to reach.

This was my position when he finally caught me one night. He walked in on me, already hard and with a look of complete shock on his face. I lay with my legs spread wide, a glistening mess staining his sheets. We stared at each other, locked in a trance that felt like eternity. A mix of shame, confusion, and undisguised desire blazed between us, unspoken but undeniable.

The silence stretched, taut and heavy. Then, the spell broke. Without a word or a flicker of hesitation, he moved toward me. I held my breath as he stepped toward the bed and positioned himself between my legs, his eyes never leaving mine, a dark fire burning within them. My breath hitched, and a tremor ran through my body.

In one swift, decisive motion, he was inside me.

I gasped as I felt his enormous cock deep in my pussy for the first time. It was everything I had desired for so long. He filled me completely, stretching me, every inch making me melt with pleasure. It felt right.

An orgasm quickly built up inside me, and I didn't try to hide it this time. I let out a deep moan, arching my back and turning my head into the pillow as I let my climax ripple through me. He didn't stop, thrusting deeper and deeper into me, hitting all the right spots. I heard his own moans, mixing with mine as he continued to use my body. He grabbed my boobs, kneading them roughly for support as his pace quickened.

When his own orgasm hit, it was like a dam breaking. It happened suddenly and without warning. He shuddered violently, his body rigid with the force of his release, and I felt his cock plunge deeper than ever, pumping me full of his hot cum. I came again. The warm sensation was unbelievable. It filled every crevice--and when my body could take no more--spilled out of me, pooling between my legs.

We collapsed together, gasping for breath. For a long moment, we lay together in silence, not worrying about what we would say, or what would happen next.