Taking a Pounding: My Roommate Gets Me Off
My roommate’s name was Chad, and he was as sexually insatiable as he was imposingly muscular—one of those hard, taunt, and ripped guys who looks like he could defenestrate a grizzly bear with a single powerful punch.
We were both guys in our early twenties. Irrepressibly horny. In the confines of our small, cramped apartment, our raging testosterone levels ignited an undeniably hot spark. This often led to outbreaks of heated scuffles, but sometimes, we yielded to our closeness, and passion ignited. That’s what happened one steamy night, when I leaned over to Chad while his eyes smoldered with a molten, carnal desire. We both knew it was going to lead to something more. My heart kicked into overdrive as sensation surged through my body, and when I felt his rock-hard nipples pressing into my chest I knew his hands were going to be heading in only one direction.
Table of Contents
- 1. Setting the Scene
- 2. His Hard Body and My Open Appetite
- 3. Taking a Pounding and Climaxing Preciously
- 4. Aftermath: Salon Talk and Sweet Reveries
- To Wrap It Up
1. Setting the Scene
My Roommate’s Bedroom
Only when the door closed did I finally allow myself to bask in the erotic ambience of my roommate’s bedroom. He had gotten ahead while I switched off the main lights. With only a sliver of moonlight, his room reached out and drew me in.
Soft, plush carpets padded the sound of my steps as I made my way towards the bed. I could almost taste the sweetness of the forbidden pleasure as I knelt onto his virgin mattress. His room smelled of manliness and musk, a unique fragrance I knew too well.
Shameless Intimacy
I waited in fear and anticipation. Then I heard the door creaking open, and there he was, towering above me with every bit of his lusciousness, his steely gaze meeting mine. As he moved closer, the room seemed to shrink. His hard body beat against me, my fevered skin sending warning signals to my head.
So bare like that, he cast off all inhibition and allowed my wandering fingers to roam. His body quivered with pleasure in response to every touch. Heat thickened the air around us, threatening to consume us whole.
Closer, still closer, we moved towards consensus, melding sweat and skin until there was no telling him from me, no telling pleasure from pain. I was ready for his pounding, my body begging for it. The border between reality and my dark fantasies had been breached, and I welcomed it.
2. His Hard Body and My Open Appetite
He was my roommate and I’d never been so attracted to him. He had this bod that was a veritable wonder, with hard packed muscles and an inviting chest that made me long to caress it. His smile was a beacon of warmth and that’s what had drawn me to him, the need of gay intimacy and opening myself up to the love he could provide.
He had me straddling him in the bed, my hands dreading up and down his body, exploring all the crevices of his muscles. With his crushing arms around me, I felt so safe, like I couldn’t be hurt no matter what we did. I relished in the feeling of knowing he could take anything I offered and revel in it.
As we kept building the fire between us, it only grew more intense. Our longing for affection came out in passionate kisses and touch. His hands were like iron against my back as he slammed into me, the thrusts of his body becoming harder and deeper. I wanted to cry out with pleasure, feeling his body in mine as we reached orgasm. I felt like his and he had me completely. As I lay in his embrace afterwards, I sighed contentedly, knowing that whatever life may bring, I’d have this moment with him and that’d be enough.
3. Taking a Pounding and Climaxing Preciously
I felt the warmth of his skin against mine as he entered me from behind, his hands pushing my back and chest further into the mattress of our bed. I felt his hands cup my ass as he dug deeper and harder, his thrusts becoming more painful as they tore through me. I relished the sensation of his masculine power as his hips silenced my pleas for mercy.
With the intensity of our encounters, I experienced something close to heaven as he provoked my pleasure through sublime pleasure. His strong grip on my waist and his persistent pounding motion escalated my pleasure until his own orgasm caused me to explode in a sea of bliss. His power in that moment made all my past experiences pale in comparison. He hadn’t just pummelled me into submission, but brought me the euphoria of complete and utter satisfaction.
4. Aftermath: Salon Talk and Sweet Reveries
Euphoria:
I lay there after my pounding, feeling a rush of euphoria that was unlike anything I had ever felt before. My roommate had taken control and pounded me hard, and what I had thought would feel uncomfortable ended being the most amazing sensation. With post-orgasmic release, I felt reinvigorated but with a particularly languid sense of satisfaction. My breath was coming in long, deep sighs, and my body was silent, except for the gentle whisper of sweat-salted skin.
Giddy Talk:
We chatted about our post-coitus sparks of exhilaration and what the experience had done for us. My roommate spoke of a profound connection that he had never experienced before, and I discussed the newfound sense of trust and respect that we had now earned for each other. We both lay there, musing on what had just transpired. In the aftermath, there was no need for words; we had connected in a way that transcended language.
To Wrap It Up
My roommate pounded me with fierce intensity and that’s exactly what I needed to make me feel alive. His willingness to go beyond what I thought was possible and explore boundaries, taught me a lesson that will stay with me forever. Sex can be more than just a casual tryst, it can be a powerful lesson if you let it. As I felt the aftermath of my orgasm ebb away and his gentle caress on my back, I made an oath that I would never forget how good and satisfying hard, raw sex can be. I have a newfound respect for the art of taking it like a man.
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