Kylix, the Name of my Roommate is Kylix.
I have been a way for a while, I hope this new story makes up for my absence. Don't forget to comment, rate, and fav. That would make me feel special.
This story has M/M sexual content, don't view if you under age or don't like it.
I can honestly say I hated my roommate from the first moment we met. Okay, well maybe not hated, but we didn't hit it off well at all! I am the quiet, intelligent, scrawny type wolf while he is the masculine, loudmouthed, athletic type. I am aspiring to become a professional painter; he aims at becoming a physical therapist. I cannot comprehend how two people of the same species can be so utterly antonymous; and beside that, I can't believe that our college's compatibility questionnaire matched the two of us as roomies! Either way I am stuck with the brute.
The first week revealed our particularly adverse traits instantaneously. He is up until three a.m. talking with some far off girlfriend while I sleep. I am studying while he's having "the boys" over for some drinks. He leaves sweaty discarded articles of clothing all over the room, beer cans have begun to invade my desk space, and he even walks around in nothing but his boxers on a daily basis! I have had it far past up to here. Tomorrow will be the last straw, and if worst comes to worst I can possibly get a room transfer instead of dealing with this nonsense.
7 a.m. Monday. I wake up a minute before the alarm on my phone rings, effectively turning it off before it even produces so much as a single ding. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I slowly push myself up into a seated position. I squint in the dim morning light at the catastrophe living quarters that is my dorm room. My desk is buried beneath a pile of crushed beer cans and drained bottles of vodka; several have seemingly ended up on the floor. I pray they were empty. The floor is flooded with disposable plastic red cups and an assortment of shed clothing. Following the vague devastation trail to the opposite bed I spot the culprit of chaos. He's sprawled out atop his covers, one arm flung off the side of his bed in what must be a stiffly uncomfortable position. The other is resting peacefully on the taught white wife beater that is spread so snuggly over the broad and muscled pectorals of the gray furred wolf. I see it. The huge tenting pylon of a bulge barely compressed beneath the thin black fabric of his boxers. Ugh. Don't get me wrong I am by no means straight as a nail, but seeing such a magnificent endowment on him only makes me hate the slime ball even more... lucky bastard.
Sighing I swing my foot over the side of my bed to find the welcomingly loud crunch of a styrofoam cup beneath my heel. I wince, but my roommate doesn't stir an inch. As silently as I can (despite the futility provided by the wreckage) I creep over to my dresser to find the top drawer blocked by the robust arm of the wolf. Tentatively I lift the limp limb up by the wrist and set it atop his chest as carefully as possible. No response, thankfully. I retrieve my clothing and respectively get dressed. All the while I watch him. He doesn't move in the slightest. It's then that I notice the surprisingly vacant space on his nightstand. Stepping over a lacrosse stick to get a closer look I find two small wax paper bags with white dusty contents, one is half empty with some powder spilling out. Don't tell me.
In a second I am at his bedside feeling my index and middle fingers at his throat for a pulse. I can't seem to find one. I brush the hair from his eyes with my free hand as I continue to search for the unmistakable beat. Where is it! I lightly slap the side of his face while feeling for the thump of a pulse. I lean my forehead against his chest, desperation leading to prayer. Please you damn bastard; don't be that stupid... there it is! My fingers freeze. There it is again. Steady yet slow. Oh thank whoever. The rise and fall of his chest move me from him and I watch as he continues on sleeping, as soundly as a toddler. Unbelievable. It's then that the second alarm on my phone begins blasting its melodic tune. He's still asleep. Seriously? I don't have time for this I'm going to be late for class. Grabbing my bag I head out, slamming the door behind me. Maybe that will wake him.
4 p.m. Monday. Returning to my dorm room is always like returning to hell. I spend much of my free time in the library and common area because I hate it so much. Sadly however I need to grab a book for my ethics class so I can continue on with my dense stack of homework. Turning the key and turning the knob I enter the room. For a second I am simply too awestruck to comprehend what is happening before me. No, there is no wild frat party taking place, no game of pass the pussy, no temperamental testosterone brawl, and no stone cold dead roommate. Instead there is that gray wolf, pushing a vacuum underneath my bed. The blinds are drawn, the desks are cleared, both beds made. I stand in the doorway, mouth gaping. My shoes are in a row beside my dresser, my schoolbooks all neatly placed and sorted on the shelf, and all of my laundry is folded in a nice stack on my bed. The shattered remnants of light bulb are gone; the putrid stench of body odor has fled, and the beer can tsunami is nowhere in sight.
Eventually he turns and notices my shocked look. He turns off the vacuum. "Oh, hey." Oh hey? Oh hey is all he can say?
"Uh uh," I stammer, "What happened to all the..."
He has by now turned to water a plant on the windowsill that I never knew existed. "Oh yeah, well I decided to tidy up just a little. Hope ya don't mind." He moves to plug in his previously unused alarm clock.
"Um no, just... why? Before today you were-"
"An ass?" He offers, winding the clock to four eleven.
"I wouldn't go so far as to say that. Just a bit messy." What am I saying! Yes he was an ass! In the very clearest of definitions he was an ass, and yet here I am trying to redeem him somehow. The feeling of shock subsides fully by this time allowing me to realize how heavily my backpack is tugging at my arm.
He sets the clock on his nightstand; there is no longer powdery paraphernalia in its place. He pauses from his cleaning to look me in the face. I never realized how many shades of blue eyes could contain until I saw his. They don't just shimmer or glow, as you look at them you transcend this world into a pristine vastness consisting of nothing but ocean and sky. I don't hear him over the whispering of the wind or the splash of sea spray, yet his mouth is moving. I can just faintly taste the salt in the breeze. He turns to put clothes into his dresser, which allows me to escape the wind and waves. I now can see his back, which as he bends down to the lowest drawer provides me an ineffable view of his faded blue jean clad buttocks. I can feel my excitements begin to localize in one region of my anatomy. I hurry to my bed and sit to prevent it from becoming too noticeable.
"So I also did your laundry, I hope you don't mind. I just had some free time is all." He remarks indifferently while reaching beneath his bed for a stray sock. Again that perfect view.
"Uh no, but didn't you have class today?" I ask, trying in vain to move my attention from his rear to the new plant on the sill. Is it a ficus?
"Nope, I was dropped from health and physical fitness, due to excessive absences and I have been suspended from practice till my grades pick up." He gets up from the floor and stows the freshly found sock with the others.
I begin unpacking my bag; perhaps today will be the day I can finally do homework in my own room. "Well that sucks." That seems to be all I can say. I know why he has been doing so poorly; at least he is able to make a good (albeit radical) change in personal morals.
"Yeah so... I'm cleaning up my act, so to speak." He lies down on his bed. I flash to this morning, the seemingly near death experience that could have just as well ended his life plays across my mind. Could that have something to do with his drastic change? Even if he was still sleeping and unable to recall any of what happened? I shrug off the idea, cracking open my book for psychology, which coincidentally lands on a chapter on sleep. This gets me thinking. Could he simply be a heavy sleeper?
"Hey," I realize in this moment I have yet to learn his name... but he looks up anyway.
"Yeah?"
"How heavy of a sleeper are you?" I ask while looking in his general direction, avoiding his gaze at all costs.
"Why, you planning on throwing a party now that the room in clean?" He laughs.
"No, just in the morning when I'm getting ready you are like, dead to the world. It's no wonder you missed your classes." I find myself drawn to his eyes now, I can't resist looking.
"Oh, yeah. I guess I am a bit of a heavy sleeper. I slept through the sound of a shotgun blast before..." The surprise of that statement is all that keeps me from being sucked into the beauty of his ocean eyes. "I also have slight episodes of sleep paralysis and sleep walking sometimes, but I haven't had either one for... maybe two months or so." He brushes a lock of hair from his face and smiles faintly.
"You know I could wake you in the morning if you want, I'm always up early."
"That'd be great!" He smiles even brighter. I merely nod and continue on with my homework. His cellphone rings and after checking who it is flips it open and says, "Hey babe." Incredulously he leaves the room to talk. I find my list of complaints diminishing more and more by the minute. I'll still have to confront him about those long phone calls while I'm sleeping though, and the whole prancing around in his boxers' thing if he's still rocking that style. Maybe after dinner...
10 p.m. Monday. Shoot, I got lost in homework and forgot to ask him. Just then the door to the room swings open and the familiar gray wolf strolls in. His shirt is damp with sweat and his fur is matted, he must have been working out. He simply nods to acknowledge me and continues to his dresser. I put away all my miscellaneous papers into their respective subject binders and folders. "Eh fuck it." I give him a sideways glance as he shuts his dresser drawer. He turns and sees my curious look. "Oh, I decided I'll just get a shower tomorrow, since I'm going to be awake early." He's now tugging his shirt up over his head, revealing his toned washboard abs.
"Ah." I pretend to be looking for a missing paper while he pulls off his shorts. To my dismay the boxer wearing thing is apparently going to remain. Seriously doesn't he own pajamas? I finish putting my schoolwork away while he does a couple of pushups, as if his workout today wasn't enough. I quickly slip into my PJ's while he is distracted. Alright, now would be the time to confront the issues, now or never.
"Hey uh," still fail to recall a name of any kind. He looks up, and after one final pushup he stands.
"What's up?" He rolls his head on his shoulders.
"I was just wondering..." now or never, "are you going to be calling your girlfriend again tonight; I really need my sleep and it's really difficult to get it when someone is chatting on the phone into the morning." My fingers dig themselves into the pockets of my PJ's.
He blinks at me. There is an awkward silence as I meet his gaze. "My girlfriend broke up with me today..." I stand there like a deer in the headlights of an eighteen-wheeler.
"Oh man, I'm sorry dude." I can see a slight darkening in his facial expression; he is definitely trying to hide the emotion. Was that why he went to the gym for so long today?
"I didn't mean to bug you with them or anything, but yeah in the future if something's on your nerves just let me know and I'll try and correct it, okay?" Gosh, he seems so genuine now.
"Oh well actually there is one more thing. You always wear your boxers around instead of-" His boxers hit the floor.
"I didn't realize you were a naturalist type? Why didn't you just say so, I'm totally down with that kind of lifestyle. You can drop your act." He smiles, and somewhere between the glistening grin, the vivid eyes, and the dangling cock I lose focus on correcting him and instead nervously begin to shed my clothing. Once totally nude, he nods at me, "Doesn't that feel better now?"
I smile and fake a sigh of relief as I crawl into my blankets. He hits the lights and returns to his bed. "Thank you." What I was thanking him for (the view?), I wasn't sure. But it seemed like what was needed to fit the gap in the awkward night air.
"Not a problem amigo, good night."
"Yeah, night."
7 a.m. Tuesday Morning. Blinking the sleep from my eyes I believe it was all just a fantastic dream. The strange thing about dreams though is that they never seem complete when in them. Today is certainly one of those days where my tether to reality is shaken. So prying myself up slowly and turning off my phone's alarm I look around. The dream is real! The alcoholic horror swamp which was my dorm room is now a serene space of tranquility and cleanliness. I can't help but smile as I look upon every fresh sight and realize this is all exists! The floor, the dressers, the nightstand, the...cock! Oh my goodness, it is larger than I was capable of imagining! Fully erect and glowing with life in the early morning light of sunrise, it pulses happily, bidding me good day. I. Am. Hard. And apparently nude? Yesterday, wasn't just some fog begotten dream, everything happened including the whole 'naturalist' mix-up!
I find myself not even fully aware of what I'm doing until I'm at his bedside. The resplendent girth and length of it is a wonder to behold... Just one touch, one touch won't hurt anything. My hand is shaking, excitement, anxiety, adrenaline. Closer, closer, one finger only... an inch from it and I watch his face for any signs of waking. Poke. Tender warmth, smooth taught skin over such a hard vertical tool; no facial twitches, no sighs, not a budge from the sleeping gray wolf. Maybe two fingers, two won't wake him. My entire hand is on it, unable to reach all the way around.
What am I doing? This is dangerous, he could catch me! And yet... my hand begins sliding up the wondrously massive rod. My other hand finds its way to the shaft as well, there is plenty of room, even another set could fit! The smooth flesh in my hands is amazing to the touch, tingling, surreal. I wonder what he tastes like... I inch my face closer, cautiously watching the still face of my roommate. Sticking out my tongue I start from the heavy bulging balls up the shaft to the head. He doesn't move. One more lick couldn't hurt. This time I wrap my tongue around it and start upward, flavor assaults my taste buds with salty sweet mixtures. I shiver as my lips brush the tip of it. Suddenly, overcome with a strange urge I find the meaty rod inside my mouth. I'm surprise by how wide my mouth is gaping for it, but nevertheless thrilled by it. I begin slow gulps on it, trying to take it down into my throat but am stopped by gag every time I try. I pull off. I got a better idea.
I slap his face. Hard! No signs of waking. Maybe my insanity will work! I position myself above his cock, my ass positioned over his tip. As I begin to lower myself I find the girth of it struggling to make it through my anal ring. I push and push and with luck and a sigh, just as I am about to give up, it stretches me out and squeezes inside. The pressure is so intense; my insides seem to move out of the way of the massive thing. I continue lowering myself despite my gasping and cringing. Lower and lower I go; I can't believe how much of it I am taking! And yet this feeling seems to be only felt by one of us. He is totally asleep...
I begin to lift and drop on him, over and over as slow as I can; which after a couple of intervals hastens to a much more medium pace. My mouth is open, tongue lolling in pleasure. My cock begins to drip and run unprovoked. Why won't he wake? Why can't he experience this pleasure the way I am? Maybe lower? I drop lower; lower then I have yet. As it seems I come to a halt I take a deep breath and force myself to take him even deeper, now the pleasure has turned to pain. My anal ring is far beyond stretched, my insides are far more than over accommodating for his size and yet more is entering. I feel tears welling in my eyes but I want this. I want him to feel this. I wipe them away and force harder. He's still asleep... I look down to try and see how much more is left and find the erection protruding from my brown furred stomach. I can't help it but for some reason this turns me on even more!
I continue downward. There can't be much left before I hit the bottom. The pain is turning slightly numb; I'm growing use to the size in me. And then I stop, my ass is sitting on something large and round. He must have formed his knot! I made it as far down as I could possibly go! The bulge now is located in my chest, but it doesn't hurt now. I start to bounce up and down the massive penis. The pleasure is immeasurable! Over and over, I rotate my hips, wiggle and writhe back and forth. My pre is rolling down my legs now. But his face... he's still sleeping! How can this be! I begin furiously bouncing on him. So furiously in fact I lose control of my vocal cords, no longer are they restricted and silent, now they are free to moan and pant aloud like a fresh bitch!
No facial twitches, no snores, nothing alerts me to this sudden intense feeling at my anal ring. With one powerfully forceful thrust of his hips his melon sized knot pops into my ass! He groans and grunts as he begins to hump at me rapidly. I'm grabbed by the hip and spun around on him. I look over my shoulder as I'm shaken like a ragdoll, his eyes are shut tight. Is he asleep? He is on his feet, the strength of his cock in me enough to keep me on him and straight out horizontal to the ground. I hold onto my bed as he begins to pile drive me so hard I have trouble breathing! His firm grip on my hips tightens as he leans over me and drives his teeth into the scruff of my neck in a mating bite. The blood begins to run and I can't help but cry in pain but in the same moment I spray the floor with shots of cum. I tighten and clench up and that's when he howls into my neck and bursts inside of me. His jackhammering begins slowing slightly. The tears of joy and pain mix and sprint down my face. I'm sobbing.
"Wha... what's going- oh my god!" At last he's awake. "Jace! Jace are you okay?! Oh my god I'm so sorry!" I'm shaking I'm crying so hard. "Jace, speak to me! I'm sorry! I haven't done anything like this in my sleep before! I didn't mean for this!" He sets me down on my bed, shockingly he's still fully hard (probably gushing) within me. He spins me so I'm on my back. Through water filled eyes I can tell he cringes at the sight of his erection bulging beneath my flesh. But then he sees my satisfied grin and wipes the tears from my eyes. "You... you liked it? Even if I... raped you... in my sleep?"
I can't help but smile a bit through my flowing tears. He begins to kiss tenderly at my cheeks. "I'm so sorry Jace, I didn't mean to... apparently in my sleep I just couldn't control myself..." I finally realize that he thinks this is all his fault... should I tell him? He is finally able to pull out and as he does a torrent of semen follows, gushing from my tail hole. I don't think I will... "Jace, please, if there is anything I can do to make this right tell me!"
I sigh a contented sigh and smile finally able to stop crying like an idiot. "Sloppy seconds?"
10 a.m. Seconds ensue and the name hits me. Kylix.