My roommate walked into the room while I was watching gay porn. Now we reenact every scene

All characters in this story are over 18 years of age.

The day was boring. Classes ended quickly, and Tyler just said he was going “somewhere on campus” and wouldn't be back for a few hours. That was good news because our dorm room was small, and now I could do whatever I wanted in peace.

As soon as the door closed behind him, I closed my laptop with my notes and opened another one with a bookmark that had been waiting for me since morning.

There was something about watching two guys who were going at it like they did it every day. No sweetness, no tenderness. Two bodies, sweat, strength, moans.

One pushing, the other screaming into a pillow. Nothing fake.

After two minutes, I was out of my pants. I was lying on the bed, boxers down, dick in my hand. My breathing quickened as one of the guys on the screen spread the other one open and entered him with one strong thrust. My head fell back, I closed my eyes. My hand moved rhythmically. I moaned quietly.

Then I heard the door click.

I opened my eyes.

Tyler was standing in the doorway. His backpack slung over his shoulder, his expression... not shocked. More like he was looking at something that interested him.

“Hey,” he said, closing the door behind him.

I froze. My dick in my hand, the porn screen frozen at the moment where one guy was pushing another like an animal. I wanted to say something. I didn't have time.

Tyler just raised an eyebrow and said,

“Gay porn, huh?”

I didn't cover myself. It was too late. Or maybe I just didn't want to. Tyler closed the door and instead of throwing out some cheap line or running away, he just... sat down. He took a chair, moved it away from the desk and pulled it closer to my bed. As if he was about to review the movie.

He looked at me. At my hand. At the screen, where two guys were just starting a new round, this time one kneeling on his elbows with his dick pressed tightly between his buttocks.

“So this is what turns you on?” he asked. His voice was calm. Curious.

I shrugged, pretending everything was under control. It wasn't. My heart was beating in my throat.

“Sometimes,” I replied. “There's something about it. I don't know. It works.”

He smiled slightly. He didn't laugh. He didn't judge. He just stared at the screen.

“Which one would you like to be?”

I froze.

“What?”

“Well... the one who's fucking? Or the one who's getting fucked?”

I didn't answer. I looked at the screen, then at him. Tyler looked relaxed, but his hand wandered to his waist, as if by reflex.

“Do you want to be taken, Dan?” he asked in a low voice.

I glanced down at myself. My cock was still standing at attention. All wet.

“Maybe,” I replied, dryly, honestly. “But I've never been.”

Tyler leaned back on his knees, leaned forward and said,

“Well, maybe it's time to find out what you really like.”

I didn't answer. What could I say? My heart was pounding, and my cock was rock hard. Tyler was sitting so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. Finally, he got up from the chair and knelt down by my bed without a word.

He looked me straight in the eyes, then looked down. At my stomach, at my crotch, at the trace of pre-cum on my thigh. He reached out his hand. He touched it. Calmly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“You know you don't have to watch it on the screen, right?”

“You want to...?”

“I'm asking if you want to.”

I didn't trust my voice, so I just nodded.

He smiled, not maliciously, more like someone who had just received confirmation that his hunch was right. He pulled my boxers all the way down and threw them on the floor. Then he leaned down low.

I felt the warmth of his mouth on the head of my cock. His tongue was wet and determined. He didn't mess around. He wasn't gentle. He pulled me in and started sucking like he'd done it before. I leaned my back against the wall, moaning through my teeth. I couldn't take my eyes off him.

“Is this supposed to be like that movie you saw?” he asked, glancing up at me from below, his mouth still on my shaft.

“Yes,” I gasped. “Only better.”

I didn't get to come, even though I was damn close. Tyler suddenly stopped, wiped his lips and stood up. He looked down at me, his breathing rapid, his gaze intense. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me slightly to the side.

“Turn around,” he said quietly.

I looked at him questioningly.

“You want to know what it's really like?” he added, pulling his T-shirt over his head. His chest was tense, his stomach hard, his body ready. Without hesitation, he also pulled down his pants and boxers. His cock was hard, heavy. And without a doubt, ready.

I swallowed hard.

“Lean on your elbows,” he ordered. “Like that guy in the movie.”

I did as he said. There was something wildly exciting about him taking control without asking. That he didn't wait for my consent, but just acted.

I heard him open a drawer. Gel. A slap. Then warm hands on my buttocks. He spread me open and pushed a finger inside, slowly but unceremoniously. I moaned into the pillow.

“You can do this,” he said. “But I can't promise it'll be gentle.”

I felt him. First the head, slippery and hard. He pushed slowly, very slowly, until my body surrendered. He went deep. All the way in. He leaned against my hips, breathing heavily.

“Fuck, Dan,” he gasped. “I can feel you tightening around me.”

I didn't answer. I didn't have to. I was all his.

Tyler started moving—slowly, confidently, pushing deeper with each thrust. He held me tightly by the hips, digging his fingers into my skin. The desk behind us creaked, the bed shifted, and I moaned into the pillow, not caring about anything anymore.

“You're mine,” he growled through clenched teeth. “All mine.”

Every movement pushed me deeper into the mattress. I felt him inside me completely. He didn't stop. The pace increased, sweat mixed with our breath. Tyler was like a machine, fast, hot, unstoppable.

He reached under my stomach and grabbed my cock. He started moving it in rhythm. I couldn't hold out for long. I screamed as I came violently, shaking under his body. Cum spilled onto the sheet.

A few seconds later, Tyler grabbed me even tighter, pressed me against him, and came inside me, deep, with a long moan. His body trembled, his cock throbbing inside me. For a moment, he didn't move at all.

Then he collapsed on top of me. We were both panting heavily. Sweaty. Tense. Connected.

“So...” he said after a moment, “better than porn?”

“Definitely,” I replied, not moving my head from the pillow.

Tyler kissed me on the neck. He stayed inside me for a few more minutes.

“Do you have any more movies you want to play?”

I smiled.

“I have a whole fucking playlist.”