Quarantined With My Straight Roommate Page 7

  “Relax. I don’t need to hear from the peanut gallery while I’m trying to tell you a story.”

  “Sor-ry.”

  “I worked at the ranch helping my dad and… he was my first time with a guy. I broke up with my ex and he was… everything I was afraid of. And so open. About everything.”

  I’d never seen Tony smile like that. Lost in his memory. His hands clutched me as if he feared I’d run away the moment he opened up.

  Tony continued, “I loved him.”

  “You? In love?”

  “Believe it or not. I was young. I wanted to believe that what we had would last forever. But I was eighteen. He was older. And Tom had more problems than I could have ever guessed.”

  “Things... didn’t work out?”

  Tony scoffed, “That’s one way to say it. Tom drank. A lot. Then he started doing other stuff. I don’t know what happened to him. I went to university, and he went to the dark side. After that summer, I never saw him again. Last I heard, he got out of jail and moved to San Francisco. But that was a long time ago. He’s probably dead by now.”

  Dead. The word hung heavily between us. Tony’s cheeks glowed red. He cleared his throat.

  “Are you done?”

  “Done with what?”

  “Forcing me to bear my heart out.”

  “I’m not forcing you. You’re just… emotionally unavailable.”

  “Yeah. You could say that.”

  “You act like you’re some freak, Tony, but you aren’t. Everyone’s been heartbroken.”

  “Even you? You have this whole gay thing figured out.”

  “Even me?” I scoffed.

  What did Tony think I had figured out? I was the one who kept pursuing him, all desperate and pathetic even when he treated me like garbage. What did it seem like I had figured out?

  “Yes. You have it all figured out. You know how to talk to guys. You know what to say. You know how to connect.”

  “I didn’t know you thought so highly of me,” I teased.

  “Shut up,” Tony responded gruffly, “Don’t ruin it by being a dick.”

  “I could say the same to you.”

  I leaned forward and pecked him on the lips. He didn’t recoil. The heat emanating from his broad chest made me rigid instantly and against my will.

  “Fuck,” he breathed, “Now it’s your turn.”

  I loved how much he hated opening up to me, his reluctance to be vulnerable and the fact that I drew humanity out of him.

  “What do you want to know about me?”

  “Nothing,” he responded gruffly.

  Then the corners of his mouth turned up in a gentle smile.

  “Your first time. I want to know about it.”

  Talking about heart break would be easier than talking about my first time. Talking about anything would. Tony noticed the color drain from my cheeks and with my hands against his body, he noticed my hands clamming up.

  “Geez. You act like your first time was with a wild animal.”

  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “Fair’s fair, Max.”

  “No. Some things are too personal. Getting your heart broken isn’t exactly unique.”

  He pulled away from me.

  “Sorry my life isn’t fucked up enough for you,” he growled.

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  “What then?”

  His bottle green stare pierced right through me.

  “My first time isn’t an awkward or embarrassing story. It’s worse than that.”

  “Tell me,” he insisted.

  I wanted to. My hands curled up into fists. Anything but that. He could have asked me anything but that. About my first time. The memories rushed back to me and I felt tears welling up inside me. My dad’s words thundered in my head, forcing my tears back into me. Boys don’t cry. Men definitely don’t cry. And men don’t cry in front of guys like Tony, the kind of guys who would have pushed me on the playground and pushed my head into lockers.

  “What are you so scared of?”

  He used my words against me. Oh, he was good. Twisting the knife in and making me feel like I had to tell him.

  “If I tell you, I promise, you won’t want anything to do with me.”

  “I want nothing to do with you now. We’re stuck together. Quarantine, bro.”

  “I hate when you call me ‘bro’,” I grumbled.

  “Stop deflecting, liberal arts.”

  “Promise you can’t tell anyone.”

  “Who would I tell?”

  “Ugh. Can you just promise?”

  “Fine. I solemnly swear, I’ll tell nobody your dirty little secret.”

  Except it wasn’t a dirty little secret. What happened nearly ruined my life.

  “What happened nearly ruined my life.”

  “We made a deal, Max.”

  The way he said my name with that Southern twang of his made me powerless. He was still inches away from me and I wanted to pull him close, to tell him to forget everything I said about sex not fixing everything. There were some things that sex could fix. Some ghosts that fucking him could make me forget.

  “Um… my first time I was sixteen. I wasn’t one of those kids who never knew. I always knew. Like, I always knew what I wanted, but I couldn’t tell anyone. My dad’s Indian. There’s no faster way to get him to ship me back to the motherland than to tell him I like guys. But… um... it wasn’t a secret to Ju. And in high school I don’t think it was a secret to anyone.”

  I sank back into the barstool. Tony came closer, his eyes burning a hole in me. He wanted to know so badly. But why? Like he said, he wanted nothing to do with me. What did my ‘dirty little secret’ as he so aptly put it, have to do with me?

  “I… um… I was shitty at history in school. Such a dumb class, but I could never remember dates or anything. And I was failing. I went to my history teacher for help and…”

  My hands were shaking. Tony stuck his palm out and grasped them.

  “It’s okay,” he said hoarsely, “You don’t have to be scared.”

  “H-he asked me if I was gay. I thought it was weird, but he was a teacher and married and he had kids my age. I didn’t see any reason to lie. I said yes. He promised he’d help me in the class and I thought nothing of it. The next day I went to him after class for extra help in his office. It was a private school, so he had his own office and everything. And he told me to take off my clothes and that he thought I was sexy and he wanted to fuck me. I mean… I’d never been with a guy before. I was horny, obviously, but he wasn’t particularly attractive. It just felt like... for once someone fucking wanted me. I didn’t have to be Max Patel, the weird half-Indian loser. And I let him.”

  “You had sex with a teacher at sixteen.”

  “Yeah. But it wasn’t just one time. It was every day for a year. And people found out. Like... the entire school.”

  “That’s illegal,” Tony said brusquely.

  “I know it’s fucking illegal.”

  “How did your life get ruined?”

  “Because I’m a fucking idiot, okay? He told me not to tell anyone, and I told my stupid friend Alyssa and rumors got out. I ruined some guy’s marriage. His kids were on my fucking soccer team. I nearly dropped out. I know he was a fucked up guy. I mean… he went after a kid. But it’s not like I said no. It’s not like I was mad about it. I was just stupid. And naïve... and I…”

  Tony’s rubbed my palms with his thumb, and the action soothed me.

  “I loved him,” I choked out.

  Tony stepped between my legs, my thighs clamping around his torso, my hardness straining to get out of my pants.

  “I’m sorry he hurt you,” Tony murmured, his chest heaving.

  “It’s my fault.”

  “It’s not your fault.”

  His lips met mine. My fingers burned as I reached out for his chest, tugging at the fabric of his shirt. His hardness bulged from his pants, grazing my inner thigh. I needed him. No
w. I didn’t want to think about Mr. Peters. The names they called me. Ju avoiding me in the hallways because I was bad for ‘her reputation’. Half my teachers refusing to write my college recommendations. The tears on my mom’s face as I begged her not to tell my dad what happened.

  He still doesn’t know.

  “For what it’s worth,” Tony murmured, “I want you right now.”

  His lips met my neck and my hands raked through his perfectly thick brown hair. His heart pulsed beneath my fingertips and I stripped his shirt off, my hands grasping at his muscular arms and pulling him close to me. He reached for my cock, gripping it through my trousers.

  “You’re hard,” he murmured between kisses, “So what do you want? Do you want me to suck your cock?”

  “Y-yes,” I gasped.

  Tony, offering to suck my cock. Not pushing me up against the bathroom wall and taking me like I was an object to satisfy his selfish desires.

  15

  TONY STONE

  “You want my lips around your cock so badly, don’t you?”

  “Shut up, Tony.”

  “Don’t you get tired of trying to shut me up?”

  “Aren’t you ever tired of talking?”

  “Not really.”

  I reached for his belt buckle. Max stuck his hand out, resisting me by putting his weight into my forearm.

  “Wait.”

  “What?”

  “How badly are you going to make me pay for this?”

  I grinned.

  “Oh, fuck…”

  “You’re rock hard, Patel. There’s no going back. You want me.”

  His need for me pulsed from his fingertips. Even trying to resist me, his emotions and his yearning sat on full display. His thick, well-hung cock tilted to the left beneath his textured black jeans. Why did he wear his jeans so damn tight? I traced my hand over the outline of his dick.

  “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath.

  “Do you want to fuck my mouth?”

  “Yes…”

  I dropped to my knees and Max slid off the barstool, resting his ass against the rim of the stool and staring at me, wide brown eyes shuttered open in disbelief. I dragged him forward by the belt buckle and he leaned against the barstool, allowing me easy access to his pants. I slid them off, pulling them over his ass. Tight black boxer briefs clung to Max’s lean, muscular thighs.

  He wanted me to hurry. I sensed it on him. He feared I’d change my mind, rise to my feet and bend him over to fuck him over the kitchen counter instead. I grinned. That would be fun. Teasing him. Taking away his pleasure and forcing him to give in to mine. But… I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I couldn’t bring myself to do what would have been easy a week ago.

  I ran my hands over the outline of his rigid cock again, the smooth satiny fabric beneath my finger tips shifting as his cock responded.

  “You have a nice cock,” I said.

  He didn’t respond. Knowing Max, he didn’t know what to say. If it wasn’t some smart-ass comment, that happened to him a lot. I enjoyed his awkwardness. His tenderness. I peeled his briefs around his taut ass and dragged them to the center of his thighs. His cock sprung forward, tilting left and upwards.

  I don’t get on my knees for just anyone. But I resisted the idea that Max was somehow special to me. He isn’t. He’s just... weird. He made me feel funny. And when I feel funny, I do funny things. There’s nothing more satisfying than the smell of cock. Heat pulsated from his steeled member and I used my hand to pull the foreskin back just enough to expose his head. Raw, uncut, tanned cock burned before me with its allure. I wrapped my lips around the head, sucking the helmet just hard enough for Max to moan.

  “Fuck…”

  His voice deepened and grew hoarse. My pants tented. I ran my tongue along the underside of his hardness and returned my attention to the head, sucking hard before burying his full length down my throat. His ass cheeks clenched as I took him in deep, allowing the tip of his uncut cock to graze the back of my throat. Max’s fingers ran through my hair, my scalp tingling from his touch. I grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper into my mouth, tightening my lips’ suction as I pump him in and out.

  He groaned, and I took him deeper, running my tongue around the length and sides of his cock, pleasuring him like his is the last cock I’ll ever suck. I didn’t worry about breathing or taking him in too deep. His moans kept me from wasting time teasing him. I needed him to cum. Spit dripped from the base of his cock as I sucked him off, his cock getting wetter and wetter with each passing second and growing more rigid in my mouth. I reached my finger past his ass cheeks and using my spit, I massaged his tight backdoor.

  Max groaned as I slipped a finger past, sucking him hard as my finger worked its way in, barely stretching him as I maintained consistent sucking. As I pushed my finger deep enough to massage his tight hole, he groaned and came. Thick spurts of cum blasted forth from his cock with force and fury.

  “FUCK!”

  I’d never heard him yell so loud as he came, but I tightened my lips and sucked out every last drop of his cum, swallowing Max’s load and slowly withdrawing his weakened cock from my lips.

  “What. The. Fuck.”

  “Something wrong?”

  “You are a twisted fuck,” he said.

  “How so?”

  “You… you think you can get away with telling me you’re straight? Are you out of your mind?”

  “Shut up and turn around.”

  “Oh fuck no,” Max said, half-laughing already.

  “It’s time for you to get a taste of your own medicine.”

  I scowled, rising to my feet, the salty taste of his cum lingering on my tongue.

  “What? Don’t play games, Max. Turn around. Now.”

  “Or what?”

  “I’ll make you,” I snapped.

  “Aw,” he mocked, “Does it hurt when you don’t get what you want.”

  “I need to cum,” I said hoarsely.

  “Isn’t there some girl you can call up to break quarantine with?”

  He was mocking me. And he had no right to. No right to throw this back in my face. I could feel heat tickling my collar and my hands clenched into fists. Max pissed me off, and he enjoyed it. I probably deserved it. Toying with him. Playing games with him.

  But fuck, did it make me mad. Max leaned in, a wicked gleam in my eye.

  “You’re going to go to bed tonight unsatisfied with my cum in your mouth and I’m going to love every minute of it. Goodbye, Tom.”

  He pulled his pants up, shut his laptop and went into his room, locking the door behind him without another word. I slammed my fist into the kitchen counter.

  Fuck. I’d underestimated that petty bitch. His taste was everywhere. And his smell. I couldn’t get the smell of him off me. And I didn’t want to.

  If Max thought I’d go to bed without satisfaction, he wasn’t just fucked in the head. He was wrong. Dead wrong.

  16

  MAX PATEL

  I did eventually leave my room. I felt kind of bad, but Tony ignored me when I tried to talk to him. Ugh. My bad. It was stupid and impulsive. But oh well. I felt like he had to learn his lesson. Still, my timing was off. We just started opening up to each other. I couldn’t kid myself. Tony said he didn’t do relationships and opening up to him was one of those things that was a little too close to ‘relationships’ for me. He didn’t care if he confused me.

  I had to look out for myself.

  I had dinner alone. Ju couldn’t call because she and Mark were having a ‘couples’ bonding night’. Peter still worked during the pandemic because liquor was apparently an ‘essential service’. Jackie was... Jackie. Not exactly the friend you call up unless you want to hear her complain about her relationships for the next forty-five minutes. I watched an episode of Project Runway before bed and cracked my window for some fresh air.

  I woke up when I felt a weight pressing into my bed. I didn’t need to be 100% awake to know who it was. When I tr
ied to turn around, he swung his thigh over me, pinning me down.

  “Did you think I’d go to bed tonight without cumming?” he whispered, his warm tongue stroking the length of my ear as he buried his nose into my neck.

  I didn’t answer. I froze, lying still. He’d never believe I was asleep.

  “Answer me,” he growled.

  “Yes,” I said, “Because I thought you had boundaries.”

  I couldn’t move if I wanted to. Tony pinned me to the bed, and he grabbed my arms, pushing them over my head and holding me there.

  “Why did you fuck with me, Max?”

  “Answer me,” he insisted, kissing me, forcing my mouth open with his lips and possessively thrusting his tongue inside me.

  “I-I don’t know.”

  “Don’t lie.”

  Fuck. He was hard. Rock hard. My heart rate quickened. He wouldn’t leave this bed without getting what he wanted. I thought I pissed Tony off, but he was just lying in wait. Like a hunter.

  “You deserved it.”

  He chuckled and kissed me again, grinding his hips into me so I could feel his cock.

  “Yes. I deserved it. You had to teach me a lesson because I always fuck you, right? Because I always get to cum.”

  “Yeah.”

  “If I’m such a dick, why are you so hard right now?”

  “Because…”

  “C’mon, Patel. Be a man. Tell me why I make you hard.”

  “You’re hot,” I blurt out.

  I didn’t know what he wanted me to say. A part of me thought Tony enjoyed pushing me into positions where I didn’t know what the fuck to say. He enjoyed my bewilderment, my nervousness, my submission.

  “Yes. Very fucking hot. So hot that you’ll let me use you. But that’s not my fault.”

  “You think nothing’s your fault.”

  He chuckled again, then sucked on my neck until I moaned.

  “That was my fault,” he whispered, “And not using your ass when I had the chance was my fault. You have the perfect ass.”

  What the fuck was wrong with me? Tony had me pinned to the bed, ready to have his way with me and all I could do was feel this sense of accomplishment that he said my ass was perfect. That he wanted to use me.