The Big Game Bet Ch. 06

I drone-walked through my morning lectures and ate lunch alone in the cafe, but instead of paying attention in class or enjoying my sandwich, all I could think about was the taste of Bobby's cum. It hadn't tasted terrible, but it also wasn't a flavour I really loved. So why was it the only thing I was craving?

The walk back to the dorms after my last class was long enough that I would usually take the campus bus, but I needed time to think. As soon as I was back in the dorm I would be back in Bobby's control. The outer ring road of the campus was closed to cars, so I walked down the centre line at a casual pace, passing in and out of shadows cast by overhanging trees. Every few minutes a group of cyclists swarmed around me, ringing their bells, or people in more of a rush would speedwalk ahead. Taking my time helped my mind clear. Looking at the trees and smelling the fall air put my feet back on the ground.

It was just a bet. Just a week of dumb shit that didn't mean anything. But I had been my roommate's slave for less than 24 hours and I'd already swallowed two loads, one from Bobby and one from our student admin Ian-Master, as he expected me to call him. Was this how it was going to be all week? There was no doubt in my mind that if Bobby had lost the bet he would have followed through with whatever crazy tasks I asked him to do. He was that kind of guy. But I was only going to make him cook and clean! It turned out, when the roles were reversed, he wasn't the kind of guy who would waste an opportunity to have a private sex slave to experiment with.

The ghosts of his fingers were still in my hair, pressing my head down on his cock when I surprised him with my mouth as he shot his load. The sounds he made and his reaction after told me he enjoyed it. He had a wide grin all night and gave me a back-slapping bro hug even though we were both naked and I had his cum on my cheek. It didn't bother him that we'd gone from zero to ninety on the sexual contact scale, but I worried that enough time had passed he may be regretting it. Straight guys don't usually let their gay friends swallow their loads, right? I'd had the fantasy before, of course, drooling over my straight friends' bare chests when we went to the skate park to work on our tans and pretend we were Tony Hawk.

Was Bobby going to regret his deal with Ian if it led to more extreme stuff? Was this week going to make the rest of our year as roommates impossibly awkward?

Even walking slowly, I made it back to the dorms before dark. I didn't run into anyone I knew in the lobby or stairs and soon enough I was standing in front of our door, unsure of what I was going to find inside.

I did not expect to see Bobby already naked, sprawled out on his bed, slowly jerking his cock, with porn playing on his phone at full volume.

"Fucking finally!" He said, putting down the phone and standing up so his hard cock pointed in my direction. "I've been edging. I didn't want you to miss my load this time."

My dumb horny cock started getting hard. Bobby clearly didn't regret the deal, so why should I?

"I've been doing some research," Bobby said as I closed the door. "There's some stuff I wanted to try with my last girlfriend, but she wasn't into it. I figure, since you're gay, you could help me try? And you have to do whatever I say." He winked and punched my shoulder.

He wasn't outright ordering me to do it, so he clearly still wanted me to tell him my limits. I thought about telling him I'd spent all day dreaming about sucking his dick. Instead, I shrugged and nodded as casually as I could, as if I had lots of experience being an experimental sex toy for my straight friends.

Bobby grinned, "Awesome! I want you to eat my ass."

If I'd been drinking I'd have done a spit take. My whole body clenched in shock and I had to remind myself to keep breathing. He said it so casually, like it was nothing, like he was asking to borrow a pencil.

"I just showered, so I'm all clean."

I was too stunned to react and Bobby's face dropped.

"Is it too much? You can say no. I'm not going to force you to do anything you aren't comfortable with, you know. I just figured, since you're gay, and you said you'd do anything... you know?"

Something, probably my hard dick, kickstarted my brain back to life and I nodded and said ok.

"Really?" Bobby's reaction was like a kid being told they're going to Disneyland. His dream was about to come true. "I was worried it would be weird. I'm straight, I swear, but there's just something about touching my ass that turns me on. I just want to know how it feels, ya know?"

I didn't know, I'd never had anyone eat my ass, but I could imagine. I had my own long-term fantasies rolling around my mind, and if I were in Bobby's position, with a willing gay slave to experiment with, I would absolutely do it. I just don't think I'd be as confident and forward as Bobby. He was completely shameless, clearly, as I watched him sit on the edge of his bed, roll on to his back, and fold his knees up to his chest.

He still shaved his body from his time on his high school swim team, so the skin around his ass was smooth. I floated over like a zombie and fell to my knees. Lube and sweat were permanently in the air in our dorm, but as I got closer to Bobby I could smell his speed stick deodorant and green apple body wash.

"Yeah, eat my hole, slave boy," said Bobby through a stupid grin.

I had to smile. It was like bad porn dialogue, but it made me hot. I put my hands on the back of Bobby's thighs and watched the star of his straight boy hole flex in anticipation.

I glanced at Bobby's eyes. He was rapt, watching my face get closer. It was the look of a man inches away from fulfilling a fantasy, and I felt the power shift. I stuck out my tongue and leaned in, and in that moment I wasn't the slave, he wasn't the master. I was in control of one of Bobby's dreams, and he was just hoping I wouldn't back out and leave him disappointed.

The first contact made Bobby gasp. I dove in all the way, until my nose buried between his balls and my tongue was flat against his hole like it was licking a warm ice cream cone. There had been a worry in the back of my mind about the flavour, but the tang of sweat and soap was nothing bad. My first lick made Bobby shiver and his fingers went to his cock as his head rolled back. He purred, "Fuck, that's better than I imagined."

I went to work, and every lick and stroke that coaxed an unexpected noise from my roommate felt like a victory. He gasped and hummed and mumbled horny phrases as wet smacks of my tongue slicked the surface and probed his hole.

"I'm so glad you made that bet," Bobby laughed. He was sweating more, and his grip on his cock was tighter.

I chuckled but didn't stop licking. My day of fantasising about his cum felt misspent. I should have been fantasising about this. Making Bobby squirm with pleasure with just my tongue was exhilarating. I wanted to pull out my cock and jerk off, but Ian's voice haunted my mind, "You're not going to cum until I tell you to." So I held on to Bobby's thighs and put all my horny effort into tongue-fucking his twitching hole.

"Fuck, I'm getting close," he said. "You'll swallow my load again, right?"

I nodded and hummed an affirmative sound.

Bobby stopped jerking, "Hurry, suck my dick."

I didn't hesitate.

Bobby's dick was a nice size, just a little longer than average but not too thick. I wrapped my lips around the head and tongued his slit. He mumbled sounds of pleasure and put his hands back on my head.

I held his hip and the base of his cock as he guided my head in a quick bob, up and down-frantic short thrusts that made the bed squeak. I knew what it would sound like to anyone near our door or on the other side of the wall, but Bobby didn't care and surprisingly neither did I. His shamelessness was infectious.

The pressure on my cock drove me crazy. When Bobby was done with me I knew I'd have to make a quick exit to see if Ian was around. I'd have to beg him to let me cum if I had any chance of getting through the week without having an accident, and begging my new "master" to cum was far less embarrassing than waking up with cum-stained underwear.

Bobby pushed a little harder and his cock hit the back of my throat.

I gripped him tighter to choke back my gag reflex, and moved my other hand down to massage his balls and run a finger over his wet hole. I'd left enough saliva behind to slip a fingertip inside. Bobby's moans went up an octave, his cock twitched, and warm cum splashed across my tongue like salty cream.

Bobby cursed in pleasure. His load filled my mouth. For a frozen moment we stayed locked together, cum seeping between my lips and his shaft, his hands gripping my hair, the heels of his bare feet digging into my back.

Eventually, our bodies relaxed and slipped apart, and Bobby put his feet back on the ground. I sat on my heels and kept my hands on my knees to stop myself from ripping open my pants, but then Bobby sat up and saw my bulge and said the worst possible thing, "You can jerk off, I don't mind."

I almost whimpered. I had made the bet with Bobby, so I really only had to listen to him. But the image of Ian standing over me was burned in my mind. He was clearly really into the master/slave setup and wouldn't like it if I dropped my side of the deal, and then any hope I had of hooking up with the hot student admin was out the window. I enjoyed being Bobby's slave, but Bobby was straight. There was only so much he'd be willing to do.

I sighed, "Ian told me not to."

"Ian?"

It took me a moment to get it, "I mean, Master."

Bobby laughed and reached for his phone, "I guess I should let Master know the slave is available then, huh?" He started texting.

A moment later my phone buzzed.

A text from Ian: My room. Now.

Bobby hopped back against his pillow, naked and carefree, "Have fun, slaveboy."