This story took place years ago when I was renting a room from a long-time friend in his newly purchased townhouse. We were both in our early 30s, single, and working easy jobs with few responsibilities. The events are all real and occurred on different nights over the course of the last few months we lived together. I’m not a writer or anything so forgive me if I don’t come across as the best story teller. If it seems slow, don’t worry, it picks up rather quickly. The dialogue and events are as close to truthful as I can remember. I changed the names of everyone involved (not that it really matters, I suppose) but everything else is just how it happened. I’ve had some enjoyable binges of sex in my life, but the weeks I’m writing about here were some of the most memorable. I frequent r/gonewildstories but I have never confessed anything. So, here it goes…
When my friend, Mark, purchased his new home, he quickly offered me the chance to rent the spare bedroom. It was a great deal for the both of us. We split the mortgage and bills right down the middle and it was still less than half of what I had been paying every month. We had been friends for a long time. Not exactly best friends, but relatively close. He had a separate group he’d spend time with and I had my own circle of friends. However, we both had days off in the middle of the week, so that became our time to chill. Most of the time it would just entail going out the night before and being hungover the next day. Which wasn’t too bad as we would spend that day just doing chores, smoking, and/or cooking. In all honesty, we were really just good drinking buddies. It’s not like we were the alcoholics of our 20s, we had just grown to schedule our partying in advance. We were both at the same point in our lives romantically. Mark had ended a relationship more than 6 months prior and I had been single for a good deal longer. Though we had both been on recent dates with women, neither of us had gotten ‘lucky’ for a while, in any sense of the word. That unreleased sexual tension definitely played into what was about to happen. This story takes place after about a year of living together.
**Part 1**
It was a weekday evening before my day off, I arrived home first around 5. The first thing I would do is strip down to a pair of gym shorts or pajamas and a sleeveless t-shirt, Mark dressed about the same around the house. Dinner that night was easy, leftover vegetables and chicken with a cold beer. I was finishing my meal around 6:30 when Mark came home. I knew he must have had a shit day as the first thing he did was grab a glass and pour a strong gin and sprite. “So it’s gonna be one of those nights?” I asked. “Yea,” he replied, “customers at work were a pain in the ass.” I finished the last of my beer and walked into the kitchen where I made myself a similar drink, only I added a wedge of lemon. “Cheers” I said. We touched glasses and took a sip. We spent the next couple hours watching TV, playing video games, making drinks, taking shots, and hitting our THC vape pens. I know when I’m good and messed up when I hit the pen and feel nothing. Throughout this time we’re making sexually charged jokes, taking about attractive girls we know, and discussing past encounters. These conversations would always get pretty graphic when we were drinking and without fail would circle back to an event when the two of us fucked a girl at the same time. He would bring up how he accidentally came on my hands while I was holding her head and then I’ll have to remind him how my cock slid across his face while he was in an impromptu 69 with her. It was a raunchy three-way. In retrospect, that experience definitely had an impact on how we saw and interacted with one another. I’m pretty buzzed at this point and go to the kitchen to make some mixed shots, this night was kamikazes. As I’m mixing them up he comes into the kitchen. Before Mark picks up his shot, he takes off his shirt. “Is this weird?” He asked. Without missing a beat, I threw off my shirt and dropped my shorts. Standing there naked, I reply: “Is *this* weird?” He immediately mirrors me. “Guess we’re drinking naked!” I exclaim. We clink our shot glasses together and down the shot. Mark is well over 6 ft tall and I’m under 5’10. But he’s a grower not a shower, and I’m exactly the opposite. We’d seen each other naked before, but standing there without a woman naked with us was…different. From our conversations that night, we both weren’t exactly soft either. “Nice dick, man.” I only somewhat sarcastically said. “Hey you, too” he replied. Hard, Mark is easily 9 inches with a gentle curve to his cock. I barely make the 6” mark but it’s a pretty cock. Girth-wise we’re identical, making my cock look relatively big to my slim body type. We spent the next hour or so just drinking more and joking around. Even when we’d go take a leak the other would follow to the bathroom, talking and watching. It was exciting. Suddenly, he asks me if I want to see some naked photos of his ex-girlfriend. “Hell yea!” I replied. She had decent looks but her boobs were huge and he had always teased about one day letting me see. Both still naked, we go to his room where he pulls out his old tablet. He entered the password and held the tablet up and starts to scroll through the photos of her in varying pictures. He stopped on one photo in particular. In the photo, she’s lying on her back with her legs spread far apart and in the air. As I looked closer, I noticed her pussy is totally frosted with cum. “It was the first time we fucked after she got on birth control” he stated. “Damn, did you cum a gallon or something?” I replied. He chuckled, almost proudly. It was during this exchange I could feel my cock going through its inevitable journey to hardness. He scrolls through a couple more photos before looking beyond the screen at the scene below. My cock is at full attention. “Good god, man. Can you not walk around here with that when it’s just us?” He excitedly proclaimed. “Hey, I’m drunk and you’re showing me [ex’s name] naked and covered in cum. It’s got a mind of its own, what do you want me to do?” I replied. “Take care of it!” He yelled. “Ok, let me borrow your tablet.” He hesitated for a moment and I continued: “come on, I won’t jizz on it, I promise. You don’t even use it.” I reached out and grabbed the tablet, slowly pulling it from his grasp as he loosened his grip. “Literally, 2 minutes” I said as I walked out of his bedroom and around the corner to my bathroom. I stood above the toilet, and started to jerk off, looking at the glazed pussy of his ex on the screen. Within 30 seconds he half stumbles into the doorway and steps into the bathroom. I glanced over at him, laughed, and said “you can watch, but don’t say anything.” “Damn it, you son of a bitch” he replied. He looked away into the mirror, but didn’t leave. I’m jerking harder at this point and I feel my cock swell as gets close to exploding. Mark is checking out his hair in the mirror at first, but soon turns and leans against the counter, with his attention half focused on me and half on his drink. I let out a loud groan, bend my knees, and proceed to shoot load after load into the toilet bowl. I’m usually a heavy cummer, but this was impressive. “Good god!” He exclaimed. I allowed the last few drops to flow from my cock before turning and looking at him. “Could you hand me a few tissues?” I asked. He was still standing just inside the doorway near the tissue box. His cock was sitting straight up and was pointed right at me. He handed me some tissues and I wiped the extra cum from my cock. I handed him back his tablet, pointed to his cock and said: “looks like you’re up next.” “Haha, yup,” he replies. He took up position above the toilet and set the tablet above it on the shelf and started to stroke. As I walked to the doorway, I turned and said “I’ll make drinks.” “Ohhh, ok” he sighed. As I walked out the door I remember seeing him cupping his balls with one hand and twisting his palm around the head of his cock with the other while looking at the same photo. Without even realizing it, I found myself making the drinks as fast as I could. My cock was still almost rigid and my mind was racing. I walked back to the bathroom and found him steadily stroking away. I walked right up to him and handed him his drink, as he continued to masturbate. He stopped and took a sip. “Haha god damn!” he said. I made the drinks strong. He set the drink down and I backed up slightly, but did not leave. “Oh shit, here it comes” he whispered. Mark completed a couple more strokes and then held his cock firmly at the base, immediately proceeded by ropes of cum flying into the toilet as his long cock bobbed back and forth. I handed him the tissues and he wiped off. I remember saying “Damn, guess we have to take that toilet out to breakfast!” We laughed, left the bathroom, and headed back to the kitchen. It was around 2 am by this point and we went to sleep soon after, blaming his ex’s boobies for everything that had just happened.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9tp8oi/my_roommate_and_i_gradually_went_from_drinking