What it’s like to hide from your best friend’s roommate while giving him head [M/F]

It’s 12 noon right now and I’m writing this while it’s still fresh in my memory. I have no idea what time this is going to be posted, but might as well write down what I remember.

Some of you probably know Mark by now. For those who don't, Mark's my best friend here in college. We aren't friends with benefits, but we have had some fun together a couple of times. Fucking aside, Mark's one of the nicest people I know, and one of the best people to be around. You know that BuzzFeed video of the six types of guy friends you have? He'd probably be the third one.

Anyway, onto the story: I couldn't stop thinking about sex this week. The only time I wasn't thinking about fucking someone was while I was dissecting some animals. Listening to lectures? Screw that, all I can imagine is giving head. Taking a shower? Nope, I start thinking about is an older guy grabbing my ass. Eating lunch? Nuh-uh, what's going on in my mind is having a teacher eat me out. I had no escape.

Friday morning, I get up at 5am. Crazy, I know, who the fuck gets up at five? I'm up at five every day because of yoga and jogging. That and I want to make it to the showers before everyone else. Before I get dressed, I'm lying there in my bed, my roommate's snoring a couple feet away from me and all I'm thinking about is having a cock in my throat. An entire week of keeping it in and I'd just about had enough. I figured I was good enough to at least skip out on exercising for one day. The only problem left was finding someone who would be willing to let me have some fun.

I got up, put on a bra, and headed for Mark's dorm room. All the hallways were still deserted. When I stood in front of his door, I gave him a call on his phone. He answered after a couple rings and still sounded pretty groggy. Groggy sounds nice.

"Good morning, star shine!" I was yelling into my phone at that point. "Wakey wakey!"

"I don't get how you could be so chipper in the morning." He started laughing. Groggy laughing sounds even better. It didn’t help with the situation of my wet panties, though. "What's up?"

"Are you busy?"

"Not really, just…you know, sleeping."

"Sorry about that."

"No, no, it's fine. Why'd you call?"

"What're you doing today?"

"I have class at nine so I'm not due to wake up until seven. After that it's soccer with the guys tonight. You wanna come along?"

"Can I come over?"

"Sure, sure. I've got class though so you might have to – "

"Like, right now."

“Uh, sure, I have to get dressed first but – “

“Just open your fucking door.”

Mark was silent. The door opened. Mark has an undercut, and if you've ever seen a messy undercut, then you're lucky. He also sleeps wearing just his boxers – boxers which couldn't really hide morning wood very well. Mark doesn’t wear Calvin Kleins. He wears light saber boxers. At least we have the same taste in embarrassing underwear.

You'd probably make fun of me for saying this, but Mark has a nice body. I've seen it before but there's no problem with admiring it every once in a while, right? If I’ve never described Mark, I’ll say it now: He’s tall. I estimated him for 5’10, but that’s only when he slouches. Straight-backed he’s six foot one. He’s Japanese-American, can’t weigh more than 170lbs, plays soccer for recreation three hours four times a week, wears glasses when he reads, and will remind you more and more of a puppy the more time you spend with him.

"Scandalous," I told him.

"Gorgeous, I know. What're you doing here?"

"Okay, how do I explain this…" Mark let me inside his room. Charlie, his roommate, already left for his morning workout. "You wanna…?"

"Are you going to say what I think you're going to say?"

"What do you think I'm going to say?"

"If you're going to ask me if I want to climb some trees with you, okay, sure, if you insist. I am dressed for the occasion.”

"You're making things harder!"

"Harder than I am?"

"Not your best." Mark started laughing at me. "So…?"

"Is this going to become a weekly thing?"

"I don't know! I just – I can't – "

"You miss your teachers and I miss my MILFs. I feel you."

"I'll be quick, I promise." He started laughing again and sat down on his bed. "What?"

"You don't have to be quick, Sofie; take your time." He gestured toward himself. "Where do you want me?"

"Lean against the headboard."

Mark adjusted himself and put a pillow for him to lean on. I sat on the bed and positioned myself right on top of his cock, but he stopped me.

"What?"

"Can't I at least get a kiss first?"

"What is up with you and kissing?” I stuck my tongue out at him, but obliged, straddling his lap, Mark putting his hands on my waist. His dick was poking my butt and it took more restraint than I thought it would to not turn around and make him fuck my face.

Soon enough he was kissing me. I had my hands in his hair and Mark was as gentle as he always was, taking his time, taking it slow; it confused me how he managed to have that much control over the force he used on his mouth or his tongue. I was so used to being used and everything he did was frustrating.

“Do you enjoy this?” I asked him. He laughed against my mouth. I ran my hands up and down his torso, feeling the tightness in his muscles, and felt him relax even if only a little bit. So he was having a hard time, too.

“Do I enjoy what?” Mark took a handful of my hair and tilted my head to the side. My nails would be leaving indents on him if he didn’t stop.

“This. Doing things slow. Frustrating me.”

Mark tugged the collar of my shirt aside and nibbled on my shoulder. He didn’t answer. He was smiling against my skin – so he did enjoy it.

I pushed him back against the pillow and took my shirt off. If he wanted slow, I could do slow. I could fucking do slow, alright. I told him not to move. I told him not to interfere. He laughed first, but eventually agreed. I leaned forward and kissed his mouth. Aside from thinking about how wet my cunt was, I focused on control. Control yourself. Be gentle. Don’t force it. You got this. Make him feel important. I kissed his mouth, his cheeks, his jaw; I had his face in my hands and kissed the end of his nose and his eye lids and every inch of skin I could get my mouth on. I knew where I was going to kiss him. I knew how I was going to kiss him. And I wasn’t going to stop.

Mark’s breath was hoarse. Maybe I was doing this thing right – I didn’t really know. It was always rough sex or no sex for me, but watching him was a turn on in itself. I kissed my way down the length of his neck, over his throat, to his chest. Mark let out a quiet, “Fuck.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no, just – keep going.”

I nuzzled my face into his throat, running my hands along the width of his shoulders. He was tense. Make him feel important, I told myself. I asked him to relax and he said it’s a lot easier said than done. I kissed my way to his shoulder, down to his chest again, sucking and nibbling on his skin, keeping my eyes on him. I positioned myself in between his bent legs, kissing over his abs, feeling the warmth of his dick straining against his boxers.

The boxers came off and his cock sprang out. It was bigger than I remembered. It took everything to not shove him down my throat and gag on it – this was supposed to be slow. I leaned back up and kissed him on the lips, the same way he always did me.

I took the slow path down his body again: his neck, his shoulders, his chest, his abs, crossing from one hipbone to the other. Mark’s dick was right next to my face. As much as I wanted it, I decided against it. I kissed Mark’s thighs, running my hands up and down the length of his legs.

The sound of the door clicking was enough to shock both of us. I grabbed my shirt from the floor and Mark threw his duvet on top of me, positioning me in between his bent legs with my legs bent underneath me. He made something like a tent on top of my head that hid both me and his hard on. Shames me to say this but I was small enough to fit.

Only plus to that situation: Mark’s cock was right in front of my face in all its hard, erect glory.

My pulse was strong enough for me to feel it in my throat. What the fuck was happening?

I heard Charlie’s voice from underneath the covers. Charlie was a fairly attractive guy – blondie, well over six feet tall, nicest jawline I’d ever seen yet, and we would run into each other occasionally during morning jogs and runs. He and Mark both played soccer in high school. Mark remembered Charlie because Charlie kicked one of Mark’s teammates in the balls, and as painful as it was for the teammate, Mark got a good laugh out of it before making sure the kid was okay.

“How was the workout?” Mark asked. His voice was lower than it usually was, and the strain was just barely evident.

The two of them started discussing workout regimens and soccer. I was stuck in between Mark’s legs with a gorgeous cock right in my face and Mark wasn’t even making him go away? Rude much.

Mark wouldn’t mind if I played with him just a little.

You could say it was the excitement of being found out, or me being irritated by having to wait before I could have a hard dick in my mouth. Either way, I licked my palm and held the base of his shaft in my hand. Mark stiffened. I heard him groan from underneath the sheets.

“You okay man?” That was Charlie.

“Peachy,” Mark said. More restraint. “How’s your sister doing?”

I moved my hand up and down the length of his cock. Hopefully Mark got the message: Get him out of here. Now.

“There’s probably no one in the showers yet,” Mark told him. “Don’t you want to go while no one’s in there?”

“It’s no fun when no one’s in there. I’m just going to wait.”

I pressed the side of my head against the bed and ran the tip of my tongue around Mark’s balls. Mark just barely bucked his hips towards me. I licked up and down his perineum, feeling him start to get harder in my hand, fearing my heartbeat was loud enough for Charlie to hear, listening to Mark’s strained voice and his attempt at normalcy.

Fuck, I was wet.

I licked my lips and kissed one of Mark’s balls, sucking him into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. My hand went faster up and down his shaft. I felt Mark’s hand in my hair and his fingers along my ear. He didn’t seem to be telling me to stop.

Charlie started talking about soccer. Mark went along with it. Was he trying to make Charlie stay?

Releasing him from my mouth, I licked my way up the length of Mark’s shaft, up and down, circling my tongue around the rim and kissing the tip.

There was some kind of creaking noise outside and it sounded like a chair moving. “Are you going to work on something?”

“Yeah, I’ve got to make a video for class. You mind?”

“Sure, sure, go right ahead. Just use your earphones.”

If I remembered correctly, Charlie’s desk was facing the wall. He wouldn’t be able to see Mark – or me.

I took the head of his cock inside my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. Mark lifted the end of the sheets to peak inside. I smiled at him. He made one of those silent laughs and motioned for me to continue.

I'm no stranger to deep-throating. Love it, actually. There's a story about how I learned it from a forty year old, but that's for another time. Mark kept his eyes on me and I kept my eyes on him. I pulled his dick deeper in my mouth, moving my tongue around the length of it, never breaking eye contact, until my lips reached the end of his shaft. His tip touched the back of my throat. I swallowed with Mark in my mouth. Mark's grip in my hair tightened. I stopped. He motioned for me to continue, biting his lip, bucking his hips forward. I moved him out of my mouth, brought him back to the end of my throat, swallowed, pulled him back out, faster and faster until the hand in my hair became a hand gripping my head that made the pace for me. That was the least gentle Mark had ever been.

Mark screamed and forced my head back down on his cock when he came. He banged his free hand against the wall and smiled at where Charlie would have been and said, "Spider."

Underneath the sheet, I had to swallow Mark's cum just so it wouldn't spill out my mouth. As soon as he finished, I pulled his cock out of my mouth and swallowed everything down. He was still hard. My legs had started to lose circulation, so I stretched myself out just a little bit so I could rest my head on Mark's abs while stroking him.

Mark breathed heavily. He looked down at me from outside the sheet, giving me a tired, adorable smile, playing with my hair.

The chair creaked. Mark closed his eyes; he would have looked like he was sleeping. Charlie said he was going to take his shower then shut up at the sight of his sleeping roommate.

When the door closed, Mark threw the sheets back and laughed louder than I'd ever heard him laugh. It was the kind of laugh that warmed your bones and made you smile even if you had no idea what the person was laughing about. "Do you not have a gag reflex?"

"I know how to control it. More important question is, how the fuck are you still hard?" I sat up. "I did everything I usually do and I don't get how you can still be – "

I didn't get to finish. Mark sat up, grabbed me by my waist and kissed me. We fell down together with me on my back and him on top. He rolled us over, laughing through every kiss, pressing my body against him with one arm and wriggling me out of my shorts with the other. He unhooked my bra, yanked my panties off and we were a rolling mess of laughter on the bed. Sometime into it I’d started giggling, even if I didn’t know why.

Mark held my face in his hands and brushed his lips over mine. “You still need to tell me about that gag reflex thing.”

“Close your left hand in a fist with your thumb inside. Works wonders.”

I looked up at the unlocked door. “Charlie?”

“His lecture hall’s all the way across campus. If he doesn’t leave as soon as he finishes his shower, he’ll be late.” Mark nibbled on my lower lip. “I didn’t get to finish you off last time, did I?”

“You finished me off like five times last time.”

“Not the way I would have wanted.” He ran a finger along my spine. That could have ended with me laughing my ass off because of how ticklish I was there, or me getting even wetter than I already was. It was the latter. He had his hard cock right up next to my slit, and if Mark couldn’t feel that then I’d be going back to my dorm more unsatisfied than when I’d arrived in his room.

Maybe he knew what I was thinking of. Mark took his cock in one of his hands and ran the tip up and down my entrance, teasing my lips, stretching my ass cheeks apart with his other hand. I buried my face in his chest. He cracked his hand over my ass.

“What happened to gentle?” My nails dug into his shoulders. The skin on my butt stung.

Mark’s body shook with laughter. “I’ve just about reached my limit of restraint with you. Sorry about that.” He took my face and pressed our lips together. Mark kissed me hard and I kissed him harder. His fingers knotted in my hair and I dragged my nails over the skin of his back. He let go of his cock and slapped my ass. It hurt. It hurt me, but fuck, I wanted more.

Mark sat up, with me wrapping my legs around his waist and his cock poking my belly. He held onto me with one hand while the other made quick work of my clit, moving his fingers back and forth, up and down, soft and gentle then hard and urgent. He kissed his way from my mouth, to my shoulders, to my chest; my back arched without me really noticing it arch and Mark nibbled on my tits like he wanted me to bruise.

Before I got the chance to cum, Mark positioned himself in front of my entrance, with him holding on to my ass and me finishing what he started on my clit.

“Pill?” he asked. I nodded. “Has anyone fucked you since the last time I did?” I shook my head. “Good.”

He pushed himself in slowly. Painfully slowly. Mark was gentle when he needed to be and when he didn’t need to be and dear god I didn’t want him to be gentle then. I bit down on his lip and he just smiled.

I came around his cock the second he filled me up completely. I went limp on him, shaking from the aftershocks. It didn’t take long before I was wet and grinding against him with his dick inside of me.

Mark moved me up and down the length of him, slowly at first. He would fill me up then almost completely remove himself from my pussy and I’d feel like I was about to lose my sanity because of it. But he went faster. And faster. I was listening to the sound of him slapping against my wet cunt and feeling his teeth on my throat and hoped to god his class wouldn’t be starting any time soon.

Mark pushed me onto the bed. He ground himself into my hips, quickened his pace, pulled my hair; I dug my nails into his back, felt my body getting tighter, felt my toes curling, felt myself getting closer. I was at 110% with this guy and at that point I would have let him touch me like I was porcelain or turn me into his personal cum dumpster.

I came around him. He stiffened and pushed himself even deeper inside me before filling me up. We were sweaty, limp, and still tangled together on his bed. Mark collapsed on top of me, laying his head on my chest and wrapping his arms around my waist. He winced when I touched his back – that would need some first aid later.

“Thank god you didn’t off yourself last week.”

“The crazy girl says it was nice fucking you, too.”

He started laughing again. “I mean it. You haven’t eaten breakfast yet, have you?”

Mark gave me a coat to wear since all my actual clothes weren’t very presentable and putting my panties back on with cum still inside of me would have been uncomfortable as shit. He got dressed, walked me back to my room, and said he’d pick me up tonight for that soccer game.

Problem is I can’t play soccer for shit. Whether or not he decides he still wants to fuck me after seeing my inability to play will unfortunately be my problem now.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3kngeg/what_its_like_to_hide_from_your_best_friends