My Roommate Helped Me with the Intimate Photos

I’m twenty-two, brown-skinned, slim, with a defined waist and an ass that got firm ever since I started training seriously. I’ve been living with a roommate for almost a year: Marcos, twenty-seven, openly gay, tall, dark-skinned, with a gym body I’d never looked at with any other eyes. Not until that morning.

My girlfriend Sofía and I have been together for almost three years. Our relationship works because we talk about everything and we encourage each other to try anything. That Sunday morning she called me early, still thick-voiced with sleep, and asked me for something new.

—I want pictures of you —she said—. But not the usual ones. Something different. Something that turns me on.

I laughed, told her I’d see what I could come up with, and hung up. I was alone in my room, or so I thought. Marcos was still sleeping on the other side of the hallway. I looked up a few poses online, took off my clothes, and dragged my desk chair in front of the wardrobe mirror. The idea was simple: get up on the chair, lift my legs, show my cock from an unusual angle, and, if I felt brave enough, show my ass too.

I started recording with my phone propped against a stack of books. I was focused, looking at myself in the mirror, stroking myself slowly so it would look hard. My legs were in the air when I heard the door.

—Sorry, I didn’t know that… —Marcos froze in the doorway.

I snapped my legs shut and let out a ridiculous yell, more from embarrassment than from fright. He made the same gesture, raised his hands as if he’d been caught stealing something, and started backing away. But halfway through a step he stopped, stuck his head back in, and looked at me again, now with a smile he couldn’t quite hide.

—What were you doing? —he asked, and let his eyes run over me from head to toe without hiding it.

I explained about Sofía, about the photos, about the poses I’d found. I was talking fast, not knowing what to do with my hands, and he listened from the doorway. He was wearing only boxer briefs and an old T-shirt. When I finished, he tilted his head.

—If you want, I can help. The photos will come out better if someone takes them from outside. And I know a bit about this stuff.

My face burned. Marcos knew about photography, that was true: he had an Instagram full of landscapes and portraits he’d shown me two or three times. But the context was different and we both knew it. Still, I nodded.

He came in, closed the door behind him, and took my phone. I climbed back onto the chair, this time less embarrassed, and he corrected my position in the calm voice of someone who’s working.

—Bring your legs up higher. Like that. Show everything. Does your girlfriend ask for them this explicit?

—She likes ass —I said quietly—. Looking at it and touching it. That’s what gets her hottest lately.

I blurted it out without thinking and regretted it instantly. He went quiet for a second, then let out a short laugh without lifting his eyes from the phone.

—Your girlfriend has good taste.

He took several shots, made me change angles, told me to lean against the mirror, to turn, to touch myself as if nobody was watching. The pictures were coming out well. I saw him moving around me barefoot, focused, and I started noticing something I hadn’t expected to notice: that Marcos had a beautiful body, that when he gave me instructions his voice sounded different from usual, deeper, closer.

In one of the poses he told me to sit on the floor, back against the mirror and ass pointed toward the glass. To position me, he crouched in front of me and, by accident, his crotch ended up pressed against my face for a few seconds.

—Sorry, sorry —he pulled away fast.

But I wasn’t blushing because of the brush of his body. I was blushing because, under his boxer briefs, I’d felt perfectly well that Marcos was rock hard.

***

I looked up slowly. He was looking at me. He said nothing. He rested a hand on my head, with a softness I didn’t know he had, and brought his hips closer again. This time it wasn’t an accident. He lowered his briefs just enough and his cock came out hard, dark, long, and brushed my lips.

I stayed still. My heart was pounding in my ears. I stuck out my tongue slowly, almost without thinking, and ran it over the tip. Marcos closed his eyes and let out a short sigh. That gave me a strange kind of courage. I licked him again, this time longer, tracing him from the base up.

I’d never sucked anyone’s cock before. I did what I remembered Sofía liked from me: slow motions, lots of tongue, lots of saliva. It seemed to work, because Marcos was breathing harder and harder. When I reached the tip, he pushed his hips forward slightly and slid it into my mouth.

Feeling him inside made me more nervous, but also hotter. I started moving slowly, without taking him out, running my tongue over him. I heard him unfasten something and, when I lifted my eyes a little, he’d already taken off his T-shirt. He was naked in front of me, looking at me like it was the first time he’d ever seen me.

I took his cock out of my mouth and went lower. I licked his balls, the side of him, the base. He had a strange taste, not bad, just different. The tip left something thick on my tongue and that, instead of bothering me, made me hurry more. I focused so much on licking him that I stopped thinking about anything else.

—Wait a second —he said, his voice rough—. Come up.

He helped me stand. I was blushing, my own cock hard and leaking, and I didn’t know where to look. He didn’t speak either. He grabbed me by the waist, pulled me in, and kissed me. It was a long kiss, with tongue, with his open hand on the back of my neck. While he kissed me he squeezed my ass with his other hand. Against my hip, I could feel that his cock was much thicker than mine.

***

He led me to the bed and laid me down face-first. He took my hips and lifted my ass. I thought he was going to shove it in at once and I tensed up. That wasn’t it. What I felt was his tongue. Cold at first, soft, and then firm, working its way between my ass cheeks.

Sofía had eaten my ass two or three times. But this was different. Marcos had a tongue piercing, a little metal bead that moved with every pass and made me writhe against the pillow. I moaned without meaning to and, instead of stopping, he pushed deeper.

He circled his tongue, then went up and down, then moved down to lick my cock without taking the other hand off my hips. I spent a good while like that, biting the sheet, my head spinning. When he pulled back, I felt his cock rubbing against my ass cheeks and I knew what was coming.

I wasn’t nervous anymore. I was hotter than ever. I spread my ass cheeks with my hands and told him to put it in. He reached for the lube on my nightstand, slicked his cock, slicked me.

—Take a deep breath —he said.

I felt the tip press in. I loosened up. Marcos went in slowly, centimeter by centimeter, and I let out little moans every time he gained ground. When he reached the base, he stroked my lower back and stayed still. I felt split in two. Not from pain, but from something new. I tightened around him and heard him moan softly.

He started moving little by little. Then not so little by little. He’d come almost all the way out and slam back in with one single motion. My moans became music to him. He liked hearing me. Every time the base of his cock hit my ass, I lost my mind for a second.

The first slap on my ass took me by surprise. I’d never liked that before, but that smack turned my heat up to another level. The room filled with my moans and the sharp sound of his body against mine. I felt like a whore. I liked feeling like that.

He grabbed my waist and dragged me toward him until my feet touched the floor and the rest of my body stayed stretched out on the bed. He sped up. The bed creaked. My cock had been trapped between my thighs. Marcos slid a hand in, pulled it free, and started jerking me off at the same pace as his thrusts.

In one move he slipped out. He rubbed against my ass cheeks for a second, amused, and I, without thinking, told him:

—Please, put it back in, daddy.

I didn’t plan to say it. It just came out. And the moment I said it, I knew that only then was I understanding what I liked. Marcos shoved his cock back into me to the hilt, leaned over me, and covered my neck with kisses and soft bites.

***

Without pulling out, he lifted me again. I was on all fours over the bed again. He climbed in behind me, ran his hands down my back, gave my ass two, three more slaps. Then he took my cock again and jerked me off fast, in the same frenzied rhythm as his hips.

I was having spasms. My legs were shaking. Marcos knew it. He drove his cock as deep as it would go and started working my hand faster. I saw my eyes roll up, felt the crackling jolt run through my back, and shot over my stomach and the bed. My legs couldn’t hold me anymore and I fell face-down, my face against the mattress.

His hand was smeared with my cum. He gave me two more slaps with that same hand, leaving the sticky mark on my skin. I felt all his weight on top of mine, his chest against my back, his hips still driving. And then he gave one final long thrust and filled my neck with kisses while his cock throbbed inside me. Each pulse came with a low moan, almost a sigh.

He stayed over me for a while, stroking my face, kissing my shoulder. Then he pulled out slowly. His cock was still thick but no longer as hard. He lay down beside me and started caressing my ass with his open palm.

He arranged me as if he wanted to hold me from behind, but I turned over. I wanted to see him face to face. He was seated, I was looking up at him, and I lowered my head again. The tip was covered with semen and that was what I wanted to taste. I licked it slowly.

Marcos grabbed my head with both hands and started jerking off fast, leaving the tip inside my mouth. He had another spasm and let out two more spurts onto my tongue. He held my chin firmly.

—Swallow —he said.

I swallowed it. It took a little effort, but I swallowed it. I climbed on top of him, lay against his chest, and he pulled a blanket over us. He was stroking my head slowly. I fell asleep there, against him. It was the first time I’d slept like that with a man. I liked it more than I would have dared say out loud.

***

Since that morning, things in the apartment changed. Marcos has no problem with me keeping my girlfriend. With Sofía, I’m still the same as always: the one who puts the dinners together, the one who pulls her by the hair when she asks me to, the one who’s in control. With him, everything turns upside down. The moment I cross the door to his room I know that there I do whatever he decides I do.

I ended up sending the photos to Sofía anyway. She loved them. She asked me when we were going to see each other so we could repeat the pose in person. I didn’t say a word about Marcos. There are things I’d rather keep to myself. There are things I discovered that morning that I’m still learning how to say.