Almost there.

My name is Angel, and I’m gay, I’ve never had trouble with accepting who I am and what/who I like, actually I’m very open minded to new situations… truth is I don’t like to hide how I am so I’ve never done it before… however, some of my friends don’t think the same as I do… Actually, just one… he is one of my roommates, we share a medium-sized apartment, being in college isn’t easy and you’ve got to be as thrifty as possible, so it is way easier to split the monthly income into 4 people  than just 2.

He has always being known as the “straight-forwarded” boy out of all my friends (including me), I’m very charming and thanks to that I’ve been able to sleep/kiss and even make out with my others friends effortlessly.  He has never succumbed to my charms, nor rejected them and that has always made me confused… He didn’t “”like”” it however she didn’t “”dislike”” it.  Till one day we were left all alone at out apartment and…

“I don’t think so.” Andres narrowed his eyebrows when I asked again while pulling his shirt continuously. “I don’t feel like going out, Angel” Andres shortly answered, like if he didn’t want me to be there, like if he was nervous.

I frowned and crossed my arms across my chest while pouting, trying to act charming. Andres took a look at my failed attempt to look cute. “Don’t even think about it, is not working.”

“Really?” I questioned this time getting closer to Andres, he was tall and brown haired, and he had a pretty smile, cheesy I’d say. He didn’t have a six pack but he had indeed a flat tummy, it was cut… strong arms and a firm heart-shaped ass.

“Why not?” It works perfectly with Miguel.” I stated remembering how easy was for me to make the others do as I said, so I just kept pouting.

“That is because Miguel has no idea what being a man means.” Andres answered shortly making me growl. It was a sensitive topic for a young gay man who had to deal with his homophobic parents 24/7, even if I didn’t care about others, and how I told you before I wasn’t into hiding who I am still my family-related stuff was delicate. The worst part of it was: Andres was extremely handsome and sexy; plus I’ve always wanted to suck his dick.

“What the fuck does it have to do with being a man? What is the relationship between going to the store in order to get me some candies and being a man is?” I wasn’t pouting anymore, instead I rolled my eyes.

“Hey! Watch your mouth!” Andres called me out frowning a little bit, after all he was older than me. “I wasn’t talking about getting candies but the fact Miguel’s manly side – If he has it hidden somewhere. – Breaks down each time you pout or do something… gay” I hesitated for a second; I didn’t know if Andres was jealous or just being mean.

“I still don’t get it.” My brain was functioning really fast trying to understand the logic in his words.

“A real man’s heart does not flutter by eeing a boy pouting.” He explained this time a little bit exasperated. “It is really… homo.” The way the last word left Andres lips felt like a slap right my homo pride.

“You do know showing off your emotions wouldn’t make your dick fall off, right?” I asked; sarcasm filling up my throat and coming up as a captious question. Now I was mad. Really mad.

“True men know the difference between emotions and acting homo. Things such as wearing too much make up, shaving, wearing pink…” I knew… I knew Andres already noticed how mad I was because he lowered the tone a bit while speaking. “You see, you are just a little boy and you do not…”

“Stop it! I’m sick of your “true men…” shit. I don’t care what true men do.” I was yelling, I couldn’t control myself, I felt hurt. “I could wear a pink dress and still being a “true men. Oh, by the way… I’m not a little boy! I’m 20 years old.” I recalled. “You know what I think?” I questioned while getting closer to Andres. “You are afraid.”

“Afraid!?” Now Andres was yelling too. He wouldn’t withstand my conceitedness, but I didn’t care. “Don’t you dare yelling at me Angel!”

“Yes, you are afraid because maybe deep down you would like to wear pink and a lot of makeup, and shave your hairy armpits, just as I do, right? But no no no, Andres is too afraid of being targeted as a gay… maybe because he is?” Now my voice was just a whisper, right in front of his puzzled and red face. “What would people say? How would they react at the idea of a doctor being gay?” My thick eyebrows raised; a harmful despot smile resting on my lips. Revenge, sweet revenge.

A crescent burning sensation was heating up my right cheek. Andres slapped me, a  twisted laugh abandoned my lips, now I was looking at Andres, he looked so freaking hot, his nostrils were completely dilated, his neck muscles tensed up and a deadly gaze appeared on his face, I’ve never wanted to be fucked so much as I did now.

“And of course, the repressed homo has the need to hit me and demonstrate how manly he still…” I was trying to provoke him and I did, my words were cut out when I felt my back crashing against the wall. My body now was trapped between Andres’ strong arms, his chest attached to mine, gezz, he smelled so good…

“What the fuck!?” I questioned, now, I was scared, I didn’t want to get hit by him, at least not in this way.

“The repressed homo needs to hit the faggot’s lips with his owns.” Andres’s husky voice sent shivers down my spine, oh my god I was so confused yet getting so horny… This time Andres had gotten even closer, I could feel his breath mixing with my own.

“You are scaring…” I got interrupted again. I felt Andres’s warm lips against mine, I almost blacked out… a funny feeling taking over my body; it all started really slow, our lips were touching as if we were just little kids, a clumsy kiss. My heart was beating like crazy however I managed to push him away. “L-let go of me!!” I wanted to scream but a cracked voice came out instead, Andres chuckled mischievously.

“Why would I?” Andre’s fierce look and husky voice made me feel the heat, in that moment I cursed fate, God or whoever the fuck it was responsible of giving him a stupid sexy rat as a roommate.

“Because I said so!” I couldn’t think in anything else but the most obvious and stupid answer ever, I’ve always been really witty but right now I was speechless. Andres smiled. His left hand was traveling across my left side sending shivers down my spine.

“So what? I’m the oldest. You will do as I say.” Andres lips crashed against mine again. At first, I shut down my lips as hard as I was able to in order to avoid Andres kiss. But of course Andres wouldn’t let me win. He pulled his tongue out licking my lower lip, slow and seductively. “Open your mouth, Angel.” Andres whispered against my pressed lips but still I kept my mouth closed.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Now Andres left hand was squeezing my crotch really strong, I couldn’t retain the moan that came out of my mouth. “S-stupid… Get the fuck out of… me.” I mumbled trying to sound as confident as I could.

“Really?” Andres’s voice was full of lust that escalated quickly, I could feel how my dick was getting bigger and bigger while receiving the massage, his big hands were… too much for me to handle.

“You don’t seem like you actually want me to stop, do you?” Now Andres was planting soft kisses on my neck, sucking my moles, God, if this is a dream, do not wake me up.

Andres’s right hand managed to intrude into my t-shirt, now it was caressing my abs upside down until he found one of the my nipples squeezing it softly, pinching it, and twisting it between his long fingers while his other hand was still massaging my dick which now, was really hard, I was embarrassed.

“I h-hate this…” I was a mess. I couldn’t stop moaning and even if I tried hard not to do so, I eventually would.

“What? Your jeans? I hate them too, they need to go away.” Andres laughed a little bit, he was horny too and I could tell by the crescent bulge in his pants.

He started unbuttoning my pants and in few seconds he had already tossed them away, I was wearing a black boxer (good choice) which fit perfectly my pale skin, Andres was able to see my moles which he liked or so I seemed because he kissed each one and even suck my inner thighs, biting them and sucking even harder than before; I was about to have a mental breakdown because of Andres’s teasing, his wet and hot tongue travelling up and down my sensitive skin was a priceless feeling, his thumb caressed my glans penis till it got wetter than it already was, it made me whine like a little boy who’s being punished.

“At least… fuck me, touch me, uhg! Do something” I sounded desperate because…. I was, my cock was throbbing and twisting thanks to Andres’s teasing. I wanted to make him choke, to fuck his mouth; to make him swallow all my cum, to have his face all covered in my cum over and over, I to fuck the hell out of his body, even if I’ve always being a bottom.

Jaebum pulled out his tongue and licked my underwear, slowly and tempting. Maybe he was able to taste my pre-cum fluids; my boxers were was soaking wet and he didn’t hesitate; he opened his mouth and started sucking really hard through my boxer gaining, I won’t lie, I moaned like a bitch when he did that, but also I got impatient.

“Angel!! Angeeeel!!!” He could hear a familiar voice calling for his name but wasn’t able to recognize it. Suddenly it went all blurry. Andre’s face started to disappear in front of my eyes, I felt dizzy and didn’t know what was happening till I opened my eyes and found out Andre’s face was just a few inches away from mine, looking worried.

“What the fu… Andres?” My sleepy voice seemed to calm down Andre’ss concern, now he took a proper distance in order to look at me.

“I was worried. You were complaining in your dreams like if something was hurting you, nightmares maybe? I don’t know. Then you started sweating a lot and your skin was burning, I think you have fever…” Now Andres’s hand was resting on my sweaty forehead. “Shit.” I thought and finally understood what happened; it was a fucking dream but my crotch was burning hot, I had a big boner down the sheets.

 

… to be continued ….