Date: Sat, 12 Dec 2015 00:31:44 +0000
From: Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
Subject: Becoming my Flatmate's Bitch part 3

Becoming my Flatmates' Bitch

By Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>

M/m, college, cum, reluctance, non-reciprocation, mild domination (one-way
sex).

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Part 03

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Things were getting weirder as days went by. I don't know if I was
imagining things or if they were really happening. Every time I went to gym
to swim, I could swear there were eyes staring at me. I felt like every
single man around me was looking at my ass and talking to each other about
me. This time it wasn't like the old days when I loved to show myself off
to the girls. There were only men staring at me. And not only one stud like
the last time I've been there, I think now I could count at least three
heads following me as I walked around the pool. And this impression wasn't
restricted to my swimming sessions. Even during the classes, I knew these
two huge guys from the rugby team who would keep their eyes on me almost
all the time. One day one of them passed by me, asked if I was fine and
then slapped me on my butt as he walked along the corridor. The thing is
that I really didn't know whether I was imagining things or if these things
were really happening. It wasn't the first time that someone passing by me
would slap me on the butt, but the situation now was different. I had a
flatmate who could be probably telling everyone I was a fag looking forward
to being fucked.

In my flat things were very weird as well. Brian would wear only sweatpants
and t-shirts. And after taking a better look at him, I could tell he was
going commando whenever we were alone. From time to time, I could see him
pitching a tent and trying to make sure I was watching him. When I was
watching TV, he would walk around between me and the TV with a tent in his
sweatpants. I tried my best to look away and pretend nothing was happening
but the son of a bitch was very insistent, and it was really hard to
overlook that huge thing under his pants. I was also trying not to talk
about what was happening at the gym or the corridors when the other guys
stared at me. I knew that if I started talking about it, Brian would start
with that same old talk that I was really a fag and had a nice ass. I also
knew I didn't have to prove anything to anyone, but I didn't like people
thinking something about me that wasn't true.

Certain evening, however, I decided I should try to persuade Brian to talk
to his friend and tell them the truth: I wasn't a fag and they should me
leave alone. I just wished to have my life back and he was the only one who
could help me. That day we were sitting on the couch watching TV side by
side. He was wearing his sweatpants and a t-shirt, as usual, and I also
wore a t-shirt and jeans. Despite his nice body, normally Brian wouldn't
show it off. Well, only in those times he wanted me to touch him, but
usually he'd be fully covered, with his grey sweatpants and t-shirt. I
wouldn't show myself to him either, so the both of us were always fully
dressed.

At that evening, I was trying to talk to him, but didn't know how to start
until I heard him talking to me.

`Is there something you wanna tell me?' he asked still looking at the TV.

`Yeah. Actually there's something I'd like to ask you' I was trying to find
the right words, but my head was spinning, considering what could happen if
I kept that conversation. `Could you tell your friends to stop staring at
me and gossip about me being a fag?' I finally asked him at last.

`And why should I do that? You're really a fag. As I said, when you manage
to prove you are not, then I'll not only say you ain't one but I'll even
say how macho you are' he laughed loud despite my concerns. I knew he would
say that so it wasn't a surprise whatsoever.

`C'mon. I've jerked you twice and I didn't get hard. You saw that...' I
tried to explain, still talking about how I jerked him off but he didn't
let me finish my sentence.

`I didn't see anything. In fact, you almost convinced me you weren't a fag
in the first time you did me. But on the second I wasn't so sure. I did see
your cock stiffening and almost getting hard'

`That's such a fucking lie' I yelled upset, but slowly I tried to calm
down. I needed him so I had to be calm. `That's not true. I showed you how
limp I was'

`The thing is... I think that before meeting me and seeing my muscles, you
probably were really straight. You even said you'd see some certain girl
twice a month. A girl I haven't ever seen...'

`She exists' this time I interrupted him as I hoped that maybe by bringing
her over to the conversation would be enough to convince him I wasn't
gay. `Her name is Jessy. She's a nice girl, but she had to go back to her
hometown coz she had a sick aunt...'

`I don't give a shit, dude. The thing is that I'm completely sure that
after knowing me, your fag genes started getting activated, if you know
what I mean. And now you dig me and my dick'

`I said that's not true' Actually, I didn't know what he was talking
about. What the hell did he mean by `fag genes?' It didn't matter, I had to
try to persuade him I wasn't gay.

`Well, then prove to me' he stated once again, as he had done other many
times before.

`What do you want me to do?' I asked afraid of his answer.

`Well, I found out that there's only one way for you to prove this to me. I
realized that your genes are gradually turning to be gay, so this is being
a process'

`It doesn't exist...' I started to mumble, almost whispering.

`Whatever, man. That's the only explanation' he said impatiently. `So I was
thinking that if you touch me all the time, and I mean all the time, and
never get hard... let's say... for one month... then there's nothing I can
say. You're definitely straight'

`What do you want?' I asked already imagining the worst situation possible.

`It's easy. Whenever we're together like this, you know, the both of us
together here, I don't even need to say anything, you come to me and touch
my dick. Then I check you to see if you're getting hard' he explained as I
noticed his dick getting harder under the thin cotton layer that separated
his dick from me.

`One month is too much. A couple days should be enough' What was I saying?
I had agreed already with his terms without trying to discuss the terms. I
was agreeing to touch his cock as if it was the most natural thing to do
with your flatmate.

`No, dude. You ain't dumb, you heard me saying that this is gradual. These
genes appear with time, as you see me and my hard cock, and you touch it,
you'll start to realize you like and can't live without it. So we need
time. One month would make me 100% sure that you ain't a fag'

`I won't touch your dick if it's uncovered. Never!' Well, that's the only
condition I had to impose. If he didn't agree I'd just give up and think
about something else.

`I don't mind. That's up to you. But, as I said, whenever we are alone you
put your hands over my dick. And whenever I ask you to jerk me off, you do
it' Brian explained now putting his left arm around my right shoulder and
neck.

`You haven't said anything about jerking you' I whispered, regretting the
time I agreed to this idea.

`Well, it's only fair. I know you get off doing that. So if you do that a
lot and don't get hard it makes even clearer to me that you ain't a fag. I
know that you need to jerk me off to get hard as you've done twice'

I didn't know what to say. I think that mentally I was considering how long
one month was. And how my life would be during this one month. `Ok, but you
tell your friends right now to stop staring at me and talking about me'

`Deal. So you start first' he said as he got himself more comfortable on
the couch, spreading his legs apart, showing his dick that was completely
hard now.

Without any choices and knowing I had agreed to his terms already, I put my
right hand on his crotch and turned my head towards the TV, as if I could
pretend I wasn't jerking off my flatmate. I thought Brian was imitating me,
looking at the TV as if nothing was happening. In my head, I couldn't stop
thinking I'd be touching his dick for a whole month. That was a really long
time. After one or two minutes, I decided to look at my hand and the cock I
was holding over his pants. Even covered, I could see that his dick was big
enough to have two, maybe three, hands holding it at the same
time. Sweatpants made it easy for me to feel his cock, just like it was
with his briefs last time I touched him.

`Ok, time for you to work your hands. Make me cum' he ordered with his eyes
glued at the TV.

`Already?' I did think he would give me some time off before asking me
that.

He finally looked at me, and as I saw his face I knew he was very
angry. `What have I said? Whenever I want, right? Such a stupid, bitch'

Ok, I thought. That was the deal and I have agreed I'd do that. I started
pumping his dick through the pants as I have done before. Brian turned his
head away from me, returning his eyes to the TV and I tried to do the
same. That was such a ridiculous situation, who was I trying to fool when I
pretended nothing was happening? As the time passed by my arm was getting
very tired. I stopped for a while and then he looked at me again.

`You don't stop till I cum' he ordered, sounding really pissed.

`But my arm is hurting, c'mon, just gimme some time to rest'

`No way! That's your problem, not mine. Do whatever you have to do but make
me cum or the deal is over and everyone will be talking about you'

Not knowing what else to do I thought that if I changed my position on the
couch it could be easier, then I kneeled between his legs and started
jerking him with my left hand. The biggest problem about this new position
is that I couldn't pretend I was watching the TV or somehow forget about
what I was doing. All I had to see was my hand on his cock. I kept changing
hands for a while but he wouldn't cum. What was wrong with this guy?

`Won't you ever cum?' I asked after realizing that the TV show we were
watching had just ended. It made me aware that I should be between his legs
for at least 40 minutes.

`Dude, do you know how hard it is to cum when you have your dick hidden
under your pants?'

So that was his plan, I thought. He wanted to make me tired till I asked to
do it without pants. But that wouldn't happen. I decided to keep stroking
him harder, and faster, he couldn't last forever. As I imagined, after ten
or fifteen minutes I finally saw him shaking and cumming in his pants. I
removed my hands as fast as I could so I wouldn't touch his sperm. Brian
then recovered his breath, I saw his dick getting soft and after a while he
stood up, went to his room and came back wearing different sweatpants and
holding the wet one in his hand.

`You make me cum in my pants, so you wash them' he said throwing them at
me.

That time I think I felt his cum touching my fingers. That was extremely
disgusting. I put his pants in the washing machine and came back to the
room.

`Last time you washed my briefs you left a big cum stain there. I want them
clean' he stated turning his head to the TV again as if I was his servant.

`But it's cum, what do you expect?'

`I expect you to do whatever you have to do to make them clean. They were
clean before you made the mess. It's your fault so you fix it'

I thought this was going too far, but now it was too late to regret. I had
made a deal and would go till the end. I was thinking about washing his
pants in the bathtub, but he stopped me.

`You do it later, when I'm not here. As long as we're together, just the
both of us, you keep your hands on me' Decided not to argue with him, I sat
down again and put my hand over his dick hidden by his sweatpants. We
stayed like that for a while till Adam came back from his work.

At night, I turned on my pc and watched some chicks being banged on the
internet. But soon, I changed for a lesbian category. I was tired of seeing
dicks. I believe I'd be watching that category a lot so I marked it as
favorite. I felt like even touching my own dick was becoming somehow weird
and not very satisfying. I jerked myself off, till I came in a pair of
dirty socks and went to sleep.

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End of part 03

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