Date: Tue, 9 Jun 2015 12:25:54 -0700
From: GayBondageFiction <gayfetishfiction@gmail.com>
Subject: Roommate Revenge

Roommate Revenge

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As far as college roommates go, James and Dylan were about the worst match
you could think of. Dylan liked to think of himself as a pretty open-minded
guy, so when he'd shown up that first day of freshman year to find his
roommate, dressed conservatively in khakis and a button down, hanging up
bible verse posters on the wall, he figured they might not be best friends,
but they could still get along. But James had taken one look at Dylan's
tight jeans hugging his lean, athletic legs, and the rainbow pride patch on
the knee, and from then on it was over.

Living with James had been nothing but torment. He often had groups of
friends over to their dorm room, and James would talk loudly about his "fag
roommate," as if Dylan wasn't even in the room. When James got elected
president of the bible study club, he became even more insufferable, using
photos he took from Dylan's Facebook of him and his ex-boyfriend to use in
his lectures against homosexuality. He'd only been in college a couple
months, and Dylan already felt like the entire school was laughing at him,
while his All-American boy-next-door roommate grew more and more popular.

So it came as a complete shock to Dylan when, returning home one afternoon
from a class that had ended up being canceled, he found James sitting at
Dylan's desk, clicking through the folder labeled "XXX" on his laptop. He
didn't seem to notice the door open, so Dylan silently walked up behind
him, pulling his cell phone out, and snapped a picture of James and the
video of three beautiful naked men on the screen. At the sound of the
phone's camera shutter noise, James' head whipped around.

"What the fuck?" He demanded, hastily reaching to shut the laptop. The
motion was clumsy, and he knocked a stack of papers off the desk in the
process, which fluttered to the floor. Brown eyes quickly took in his
roommate's smirk, and the phone in his hand. His face paled. "This isn't
what it looks like."

"Oh yeah?" Dylan asked, quickly emailing himself the photo so that James
couldn't just steal the phone, then tucking it away in his pocket.

"Yeah, I..." James paused for a second, trying to formulate an excuse. He
bit his full lower lip as he thought. "I was looking through your sicko
shit to get material for a bible club lecture. To show them what we're up
against."

"That's not what it looked like."

"Well I don't give a shit what it looked like," James growled, rising to
his feet. He wasn't much taller than Dylan, but far more muscular, with a
broad chest and strong shoulders from his hours with the swim team. "It is
what it is. Now you're going to delete that picture, or else."
"Or else what?" Dylan asked. "You'll humiliate me in front of the entire
school? Been there, done that." He gave a small laugh, a twinkle of humor
playing in his baby blue eyes.
James scowled. "Look, man, just delete it. I'm sorry about making fun of
you, alright?"

"No, it's not alright. I don't think sorry is going to cut it this time."

"Well, what do you want, then?" James asked.

A smile played on Dylan's delicate lips. "You saw what was in that folder,"
he said. "I think you know what I want."
James gulped. A slight blush began to tint his tan complexion pink. "What?
No way, what the fuck, dude? That's sick." His eyes darted around the dorm
room like  trapped animal, trying to find some other way out of the mess he
had landed in.

Dylan moved to the door and locked it. "Says the guy watching a gay
threesome... Look," he offered, "I'll ease you into it. Let me give you a
blowjob. You can pretend I'm only of your good little Christian girls."
James cringed at the teasing tone in his voice. "Come on. Anything but
this."
"No," Dylan said. "This is what I want. Now sit back down."
James hesitated for a moment, then took a seat in Dylan's computer chair.
Dylan went to his dresser and grabbed a fistful of ties, then knelt by
James' feet. "Put your hands behind your back," he instructed, waiting
until James had obeyed, then tying his wrists with a red striped tie. He
left the rest in a pile nearby. James flexed against his restraint, the
large muscles in his arms bulging at the attempt, but the tie stayed in
place. Dylan moved in front of his roommate, beginning to undo the buttons
of his black button down. With each patch of smooth, tan skin he exposed,
he would plant a kiss, then move onto the next button. Dylan's soft lips
against his chest made James shiver, and he could feel his cock begin to
get hard despite himself. By the time Dylan had made his way all the way
down, leaving James' shirt open and chest bare, he was greeted by a large
bulge pressing against James' jeans, waiting to be unleashed. "You seem to
like this," Dylan noted, placing a few teasing kisses on the bulge through
his jeans.
"Fuck you," James spat. But his cock twitched involuntarily, growing harder
by the minute.
"Maybe when we're done here," Dylan laughed. He undid the buckle of James'
belt, sliding it through the loops until it was free and tossing it on the
floor. He undid the button and zipper, then grabbed hard and pulled,
yanking them free of James' hips. The huge mass in his boxers was apparent
through the thin fabric. He bent down and placed his open mouth on the
bulge, breathing warm air onto James' erection. His roommate moaned in
response. "You ready?" James said nothing, just closed his eyes, so Dylan
took his boxers and slid them down off his hips. James' large, tan cock
sprung up immediately as it was released, ready for action. Dylan had seen
this cock many times, admired its size when James had been getting dressed.
Seeing it up close, though, was something else. He admired the long,
straight shaft, the veins running up and down it. He couldn't resist, he
had to place his mouth on it, hungrily sucking at the tip.
"Ungh," James groaned, not anticipating the warm, wet feel of Dylan's ready
mouth. He felt his tongue slowly slide around the head of his cock, making
small, teasing flicks. The hair on the back of his neck rose. He shifted
slightly in the computer chair, pulling again at his tied wrists to see if
they'd slip loose.
"Like that?" Dylan asked, pulling James' erection out of his mouth just
enough for him to talk, letting his lips graze against the sensitive tip
still as he spoke. James shook his head, sending dark brown curls bouncing
against his forehead, but the drip of sweat forming there gave away the
true answer. Dylan lowered his head back onto his cock, still not going any
further than the head. He wrapped his lips tightly around it, sucking
gently, and he could feel James' hips buck up towards him slightly, trying
to push deeper into Dylan's mouth. At this, he pulled back, continuing to
tease just the very tip. James gave a low groan, squirming in his seat,
pulling hard at the tie that bound his wrists.
Suddenly, Dylan lowered his head, sliding his lips down James's large cock,
down past the head onto the shaft, until his lips circled the base of his
cock. James's eyes went wide, and his mouth opened with a gasp. He thrust
his hips up against Dylan's face, trying to push his cock in even deeper.
Dylan's slender hands took his hips and helped him thrust, burying his
shaft in the warmth of Dylan's mouth. He slid his tongue up and down, up
and down, stroking the shaft with slow, wet licks. He listened to James's
breathing quicken, coming in sharp little gasps as Dylan worked his magic
on his throbbing erection. He felt his cock throbbing, the pressure of his
orgasm building in his balls. He looked down at his roommate, seeing only
to the top of his slicked-back blonde hair, bobbing up and down as he
thirstily sucked James's cock.
Then suddenly, Dylan stopped, straightening up. "Fuck," James moaned
weakly, his body begging to continue. But his roommate gave a mean smile.
"Thought you didn't like this," he said, sliding the palms of his hands up
the expanse of James' tan chest, tweaking a nipple with one forefinger and
thumb. "I should stop."
James shifted in the chair, saying nothing, although his full lips were
parted, his breathing heavy. His need was obvious.
"Do you want me to stop?" Dylan asked, letting his hands trail lower,
fingertips just barely brushing over James' hips and down his muscular
thighs. At his touch, James' cock twitched, begging to be back in Dylan's
mouth. James said nothing for a moment, then shook his head. Dylan took his
cock back in his mouth, working the length of it with his tongue. He ran
his tongue up the veiny shaft, feeling it pulse. James' hips rose up,
shoving his erection deep into Dylan's throat, making him gag for a second.
But Dylan wrapped his lips around the cock hard and kept going, nodding his
head up and down until he felt James' cock throbbing, ready for release,
and he quickly pulled off. "You like this," he said.
James said nothing.
"Say it."
Still nothing.
Dylan picked a pale blue silk tie from the pile on the ground, wrapping it
gently around the base of James' cock. He slid it slowly up and down with
his hand, the cool, soft fabric sending a shiver down James' spine. "I'm
not going to keep going until you say you like it."
James was silent for another moment, biting his lip to fight back a growing
moan at the barely-there teasing touch of the silk.  The moan slipped from
his lips, and Dylan quickly pulled away, ceasing all sensation. "Fine,
fuck, I like it," he gasped, trying once again to push his hips up towards
his roommate's fuckable face.
"Sicko," Dylan teased, taking the tie and placing it over James' eyes. He
moved his mess of brown curls out of the way and tied a tight knot at the
back of his head, leaving him blindfolded. He could see the muscles in
James' body tense as his senses were cut off. He couldn't see what was
happening as Dylan lowered his face down next to his cock, running just the
very tip of his tongue in small circles over the tip, then down the shaft,
then finally licking one ball and sucking it into his warm, wet mouth. He
moaned lowly, pulling desperately at the tie that still held his wrists
firmly behind his back. The fabric dug into his skin as he pulled, but the
knot stayed fast.
Dylan circled his fingers around the base of James' cock and placed his
mouth just over the tip. He waited like this, letting James feel the tease
of his warm breath, letting the anticipation build in the blindfolded dark.
Then he plunged his mouth down, swallowing the length of his roommate's
enormous erection. The shaft throbbed in his throat as he moved his mouth
up and down, hands gripping James' strong hips for support as he fucked his
face on his cock. His lips slid up and down the length, threatening to milk
the cum out of James' balls. James groaned loudly, feeling his cock tense
and throb, so close to the point of release. He couldn't see what was going
on, but his other senses felt heightened. The touch of Dylan's soft, warm
tongue caressing the head of his cock as he came up for breath threatened
to push him over the edge.
But suddenly Dylan pulled away, giving one last lick to James' cock as he
did. "Do you want it?" He asked, the air from his words torturously teasing
James' erection. He blew a soft stream of air at the tip, and James tensed,
moaning.
"Yes," he answered. "I want it."
"Not good enough," Dylan said, smirking. "Beg."
"Please."
"More."
"God, fucking please," James begged, hips squirming desperately in his
chair. "I need it. Please."
Dylan ran the tip of one finger along James' cock, watching it spasm in
response.
"Please. Fuck. I want it. I want you," James' voice was raspy with need. A
bead of sweat dropped from his strong forehead. "I need you."
At that, Dylan finally lowered his mouth back onto his roommate's huge
erection. Almost as soon as his lips touched the tip, he was rewarded with
the first shot of cum, warm on his tongue. He slid his head further down,
taking the length of his cock in his mouth as it pulsed and throbbed,
shooting huge loads of cum down Dylan's throat. He swallowed all of it,
waiting to lick off the very last drop. A soft moan escaped James' lips,
and they settled into a smile.
Dylan stood, straightening his hair. He looked down at the muscular figure
of his roommate, still tied and blindfolded to the computer chair.
"Thanks," he said, planting a kiss on James' lips. "I've got to go, though,
your bible club is coming over, aren't they?"
He watched as the smile quickly fell from James' lips. "You wouldn't... you
fucker."
Dylan smirked, taking the phone out of his pocket to look once again at the
photo that had gotten him so much. Silently, he walked out, leaving the
door to their room open behind him.