My roommate shared me with the trucker

Daniel didn’t stop fucking me for a single night after that Friday when he walked into my room without asking permission. We’d been sharing a flat for months, and although I’d never confessed to him what burned inside me every time I saw him without a shirt on, he knew it before I did.

What turned me on most about Daniel was his chest. It was covered in thick black hair that curled over his pecs, and when he leaned over me, that dark patch brushed my back and left me breathless. The only thing I never quite liked was the colossal size of his cock. When he penetrated me, it felt like something might split inside. But he rubbed his dick with olive oil, patiently, and by the third or fourth try he was going into my ass as if he’d been making that journey for years.

It didn’t take him long to show what he really was. At first, they were suggestions in a low voice, almost shy. As the days went by, those suggestions turned into orders that I obeyed without complaint. I liked obeying him. I liked letting him decide for me.

—Don’t touch yourself while I’m inside you —he told me one night, holding my wrist down against the mattress—. You cum with me or you don’t cum at all.

That rule became my favorite torture. I had permission to finish from the moment he buried his cock in me until he emptied himself inside me, but I wasn’t allowed to brush my own dick even for a second. I had to come only from his thrusts, only from the pressure of his flesh against my prostate.

The way he fucked me was calculated cruelty. He’d push the head of his cock in only a few inches, leave it there, then pull it out slowly. That short back-and-forth massaged me from the inside in a way that kept me on the edge, almost feeling the load slipping out of me. Then, without warning, he’d drive his entire cock into me until his balls slapped against my ass. I bit into the pillow so I wouldn’t scream.

—Open your legs —he’d order every two or three thrusts, squeezing my flesh with his big hands.

While he fucked me, he licked my neck with a hot tongue that raised goosebumps from the nape of my neck all the way to my feet. There was nothing I could do except lick the hands he rested on the mattress near my mouth to steady himself.

When he was getting close to the end, he changed. He turned animal. The rhythm sped up so much it frightened me, and he didn’t just fill my ass with his hot cum: he also drenched my whole back with the sweat falling from his chest. His moans were exaggerated, almost a howl, and I knew that when they started, the final lash was only seconds away.

Afterward he’d stay inside me for a while, breathing deeply, then pull his cock out little by little, prolonging his pleasure.

If I hadn’t managed to cum, too bad. Masturbation was forbidden even afterward. I had to wait for the next time he decided to fuck me. It kept me full inside, more and more impatient, more and more desperate for the next night.

***

We shared the flat with a third man: Bruno, a long-haul trucker who spent half the month on the road. When Bruno was away, Daniel and I took advantage of the big bathroom. We got into the bathtub together and soaped each other slowly, unhurried.

I started with his chest. I ran my soapy hands over the wet hair, watched him close his eyes, watched him breathe deeper. I moved down to his stomach, stroked his waist, brushed his cock and balls but didn’t stop there. I kept soaping his legs while he stood there with his cock hard as a pole, waiting.

When it was his turn, he didn’t waste time. He ran his hands over my chest under the pretext of the soap, grabbed my ass, slid his soapy fingers into my hole. He turned me around against the tiles. I rested my forehead on the wet wall and felt him slide into me slowly, gliding with the soap.

Those sessions didn’t end in the shower. We dried each other off in a hurry, still half wet, and went straight to bed to continue.

***

We’d been living like that for several weeks when what neither of us expected happened that afternoon.

Bruno had left on Monday, and according to the plan he wasn’t supposed to be back until Saturday night. It was Thursday. We were in the middle of a bathroom fuck, me braced against the tiles, Daniel behind me with his cock buried to the hilt. We’d left the bathroom door ajar, almost open, because we thought the flat was ours.

We heard the lock. Heavy footsteps in the hallway. We both froze, but Daniel didn’t pull out. Bruno poked his head into the bathroom and saw us like that, in the middle of a fuck, with no way to pretend otherwise.

—Fuck, you two look like a mess —he said, not even surprised, almost mockingly—. I’m wrecked from the road. I need to shower and get into bed.

There was an awkward silence. I didn’t know where to look. Daniel was still inside me, silent.

—Carry on —Bruno added, already taking off his T-shirt—. I’ll get in the tub and leave you alone.

He stripped in front of us without ceremony. For the first time, I saw his whole body: shorter than Daniel, more compact, with truck-scorched skin and a thick cock already starting to stir at the sight of us. He got into the bathtub and turned on the tap like it was nothing.

I was there, trapped between two naked men, one buried in my ass and the other barely a meter away soaping his chest. I didn’t know where to put my hands.

—Be nice —Daniel murmured in my ear—. Soap him for me. Poor guy’s tired.

He slid out of me slowly and gave me a gentle push toward Bruno. I took the sponge with trembling hands. I started on his shoulders, moved down to his chest, felt the contrast with Daniel’s: Bruno’s was smooth, cut, with a couple of work scars. When I reached his cock it was hard as a cannon.

—Daniel —Bruno said in a hoarse voice, never taking his eyes off me— let me try this boy a little. Let’s see if he’s as good as you said.

Daniel didn’t ask me. He grabbed my hips and turned me with my back to Bruno in one single movement. I opened my mouth to say something, but it was too late.

Bruno didn’t come in with Daniel’s delicacy. Bruno placed his cock between my cheeks and rammed it into me in one stroke, all the way to the base. Luckily I was already stretched, because otherwise he would have split me in two. I let out a cry that was swallowed by the steam in the bathroom.

Bruno fucked me fast, nonstop, without the inner caress Daniel spoiled me with. He squeezed my nipples with his weathered hands, and I, not to fall, clung to Daniel’s neck like a shipwrecked man. Daniel held me up with a smile I’d never seen on him before.

When Bruno felt I was close, he pulled out. Daniel took his place the very next second. They started taking turns like that, one fucking me while the other caught his breath so he wouldn’t cum. My body became a swing between the two of them.

***

In the end we got out of the bathtub half-dizzy. We dried one another off in a hurry. They took me to bed before I could even speak.

It didn’t seem to have an end.

Before fucking me again, Bruno lay on top of me and started sucking my nipples. He dragged his tongue down the center of my chest, then rubbed his several-days-unshaved face over me like a rough brush. He left my skin burning. When he pressed the head of his cock against my hole, he asked me to kiss him. I brought my mouth to his, and while we kissed with tongue he drove his cock in to the hilt. I breathed out into his mouth.

The game went on like that for a very long time. One of them penetrated me, the other stroked my back and chest, and when the one inside me was on the edge, the other pulled out and switched places. I lost all sense of time. I didn’t know which was which anymore, only that my ass never got a rest.

The first to cum was Bruno. With every spurt he drove into me brutally, until he collapsed over my back with a long groan. He pulled out slowly and, before I could catch my breath, Daniel was behind me again.

Daniel fucked me on my side this time, and I was facing Bruno. Bruno kept stroking my face while Daniel built up the pace. When I finally heard him moan in that exaggerated way I knew by heart, I knew it was over and breathed in relief. I thought my ass would finally get to rest.

I was completely wrong.

Bruno had been on the road too many days. He was loaded to the brim. When Daniel finished, he was ready again, with his cock hard and his eyes bright.

He went back in as if he hadn’t fucked me before. Every thrust was full-length, all the way in and back out, no mercy. He grabbed my hips and set the rhythm as if I were one of his instruments.

Without pulling out, he positioned me on all fours, then, still inside me, sat me down on his cock. He asked me to turn so he could see my face. I obeyed. He spread my legs to either side of his body, and for the first time in my life I felt a cock enter me that deeply. Daniel slipped a pillow under his hips, and Bruno was lifted even higher, buried even deeper in me.

He drove his hips up with a force I had never felt before. Every time he lifted me, he pinched my nipples with those rough fingers. If Daniel had taught me pleasure, Bruno was teaching me the limit.

Later he changed positions. He pulled the full-length mirror next to the bed, switched on every light in the room, and put one foot on the mattress.

—I want you to watch it go in and out of you —he said, looking me in the eye—. I know you can feel it. I want you to see it.

I lowered my gaze and saw in the mirror how that thick cock went in and out of me, how my hole stayed open for a few seconds after each withdrawal, waiting for the next thrust. Seeing it turned me on more than feeling it.

He kept going until at last I heard the final growls, different from Daniel’s, rougher, shorter. Bruno’s second cum soaked me from the inside again.

***

When I sat on the toilet after all that, I let out long, embarrassing farts. I couldn’t stop giggling. My legs were shaking and I had a hot sting that reminded me that it had really happened.

From the room, I heard Bruno speaking to Daniel in a low voice.

—You were right about the boy —he said—. I think we should form a Tri-trio.

I came out of the bathroom with a towel tied around my waist.

—A what? —I asked—. And since when do you decide things without me?

Daniel sat on the edge of the bed, still naked, and looked at me with a calm that admitted no argument.

—A Tri-trio is a deal between three guys —he explained—. Two tops and one bottom. From today on, what’s ours is yours and what’s yours is ours. And we’ll fuck you whenever we feel like it, without asking permission or warning you.

—You’re going to wreck me —I protested, half joking, half serious.

—Relax —Bruno added from the bed—, we like it when you suck us off too. And when you swallow what we leave inside you.

I looked at both of them. At Daniel with his hairy chest and surgical control. At Bruno with his weathered skin and the brutal way he took what he wanted. I stepped closer and hugged them both at the same time, giving them my answer without words.

—One more thing —Daniel said, pulling me back a little to look at my face—. Every time we fuck you or make you suck us off, afterward you come and give us a kiss on the balls. As thanks. We’re starting right now.

I knelt on the rug in front of him. I gave each testicle a long kiss and licked them gently, unhurried. Daniel threw his head back with a smile I knew well. When I turned to Bruno, he was already standing, waiting for me to do the same.

That night I understood that my life in the shared flat had become something else. And I knew, too, that I wouldn’t miss who I had been before.