The New Roommate’s Surprise (Part 1)

D. They switch places, Nate behind me now, whispering, “Let me stretch you for real”

I was leaking.

Tariq’s strokes were relentless. His grip had just enough pressure to keep me moaning into Nate’s cock, which still sat heavy in my mouth. I was full. Caught. Controlled.

Then, without a word, Tariq pulled back.

His hand let go of my cock. His body shifted. I heard him stand. I stayed in place, confused for a second.

Until I felt Nate step back.

He slid his cock from my mouth slowly, letting it drag across my tongue until only the tip remained. Then he stepped away too.

I looked up, dazed.

Tariq moved around in front of me. His cock was hard now, long, dark, thick. He held it in one hand, his eyes locked on mine.

Behind me, I heard footsteps.

Nate.

He was moving around me.

My chest tightened.

Then I felt him.

His bare skin against my lower back. His hands sliding down over my hips. One rested on my ass. The other between my thighs.

“You’ve been good,” he said quietly. “So I’m going to give you what you’ve been working for.”

His voice was closer now, right behind my ear.

“But I’m not teasing you with my cock this time.”

I shivered.

“I’m going to stretch you for real.”

I felt him reach for something.

A drawer opened. Lube bottle clicked.

“You’re going to take this,” he said. “And you’re going to keep your eyes on Tariq the entire time.”

Tariq smiled. He stepped even closer, stroking himself slowly. Waiting.

Nate knelt behind me.

I felt the cool slickness of lube against me.

Then the blunt pressure of something thick pressing against my hole.

What happens next?​


A. It’s Nate’s cock, and he presses in slowly while watching my body adjust
B. It’s a toy, thick, long, and cold, and he holds it there until I beg for more
C. He slides in partway and makes me stroke Tariq while he fills me
D. He starts feeding it in inch by inch, saying “You’ll take as much as I say, no more, no less”
 
“I tried to laugh it off, but he stood and pulled his boxers down just enough.”

“You ever seen one this big before?”

I laughed.

Or tried to. It came out nervous, shaky, too thin to be convincing. I opened my water bottle and took a sip to buy time. My hand was trembling slightly.

“Uh… depends what you mean by big,” I said, voice too high.

He didn’t answer. Just watched me. Calm. Curious. Like he was letting me squirm for a moment before deciding what came next.

I kept my eyes on the screen, but I wasn’t watching anymore.

Out of the corner of my vision, I could see him shifting. He leaned forward, elbows on knees. Then he stood again.

And this time, there was purpose to it.

He stepped slightly to the side, not toward the kitchen, but directly in front of the TV, blocking the screen.

I looked up, confused, and before I could say anything… he hooked both thumbs into the waistband of his boxers.

My heart stopped.

He didn’t yank them down. That would’ve been too easy. Too fast. Instead, he pulled them forward, just a few inches. Just enough to give me a peek. A hint. A glimpse.

And there it was.

Thick, long, and heavy, hanging down past where the fabric used to rest. Uncut. Half-hard, maybe. Maybe not. It was hard to tell when something looked like that just on its own.

It curved slightly to the left. Veins visible even in the low light. The head was broad, swollen, with that flushed sheen that makes your mouth go dry.

He didn’t say a word. Just let me look.

I was frozen.

I could feel my cock pulsing, leaking, aching inside my shorts. I didn’t dare move. I didn’t want to move. My eyes were locked, memorizing every inch I could see, every shadow, every movement.

Then he let the waistband snap back into place.

The whole thing shifted again. Heavy. Like dropping a thick cable into a gym bag.

And finally, he looked down at me and said:

"Still depends?"

I didn’t answer.

He smirked. Just a little. Like he knew he’d taken control of the moment. Like he was enjoying the fact that I couldn’t even pretend to play it cool anymore.

Then, as casually as if nothing had happened, he sat back down beside me. Even closer this time.

Our thighs touched.

His arm brushed mine.

And that cock, still hidden but very much there, was now just inches from my leg.

We sat in silence for a long minute.

Then he said:

"If you want to see the rest... all you have to do is ask.

What Happens Next...
A. I asked to see it, and he pulled it out right there on the couch
B. I asked to touch it, and he leaned back, arms behind his head
C. I said nothing, so he reached over and placed my hand on it himself
D. I couldn’t speak, and he stood up again, this time letting it fall all the way out
C
 
D. Gotta love those alpha males
D. He starts feeding it in inch by inch, saying “You’ll take as much as I say, no more, no less”

The first touch made me gasp.

The toy was cool, slick, wide at the tip. Nate pressed it against me slowly, letting me feel the full weight of it before pushing in.

My body tensed.

I gripped the floor.

Tariq was still in front of me, stroking himself, watching with steady eyes. His expression hadn’t changed. Calm. Focused. Like he was there to witness something being claimed.

Behind me, Nate’s voice was quiet. Certain.

“Breathe.”

I did.

The pressure increased.

Then the tip slipped past the edge. My body stretched. It wasn’t pain. It was pressure. Fullness. The moment where everything in you tightens just before it gives.

“Good,” Nate said. “Now hold still.”

I tried.

He pushed again. A little deeper.

The toy widened. I felt every inch. Every second.

“You’ll take as much as I say,” he said. “No more. No less.”

His hand was firm on my hip.

The toy slid deeper.

My breath came fast and shallow. My cock dripped freely onto the floor. I didn’t dare move.

“Right there,” he said. “That’s all you get.”

He stopped.

My body pulsed around it. My legs shook.

Then I felt him twist it slightly. Not to hurt. To remind me.

“That’s what you’re stretched for now.”

He held it there. Let the pressure settle in. Let my body get used to the shape.

Then, after a few seconds, he asked:

“Think you can handle more?”


What happens next?​

A. I beg for more, and he feeds it in slowly while teasing my cock
B. I say yes, and he pushes deeper while Tariq tells me what it looks like going in
C. I say nothing, so he starts adding lube and stretching me in silence
D. I ask how big it is, and Nate laughs and says, “You’re halfway”
 

I felt full already.

The toy sat inside me, thick and unmoving, stretching me right to the edge of what I thought I could take. But the pressure, the heat, the stillness, it wasn’t enough.

I needed more.

“Please,” I whispered.

Nate didn’t move.

He waited.

I swallowed. My voice cracked.

“Please give me more.”

His hand shifted on my hip.

“Say that again.”

“Please,” I said. “Please put more in. I want it.”

He leaned over me, his chest brushing my back.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

He added more lube.

I felt the cold slip down over the curve of the toy and onto my skin. Then the pressure returned. Slow. Heavy. I breathed out as it slid deeper.

Another inch.

Then another.

My body trembled.

“You feel that?” Nate said. “That stretch? That’s exactly what you needed.”

His other hand reached under me. Found my cock. He wrapped his fingers around it and started stroking me slowly, in time with the toy moving deeper inside me.

“You’re leaking all over the floor,” he said. “And I haven’t even filled you yet.”

Tariq moved closer in front of me. His cock was rock hard now, and he was watching every detail.

“You should see how you look right now,” he said. “Opened up. Begging. Dripping.”

Nate pushed deeper.

“You’re going to remember this shape,” he said. “You’re going to dream about it.”

I moaned out loud.

I couldn’t help it.

“Good,” Nate said. “Now let’s see how far we can go.”

What happens next?​

A. I beg for all of it, and Nate finally pushes the last inches in
B. Tariq gets behind Nate, whispering, “I want to see how he handles both of us”
C. I lose control and cum while he’s still stretching me
D. Nate pulls the toy out suddenly, and replaces it with something even thicker