My Roommates Found Me Like This

I met Diego on an ordinary Tuesday, one of those days when you expect nothing and everything ends up happening. We’d been chatting on the app for a couple of weeks, half-formed photos, messages that got hotter the later it was, and in the end he invited me to his student flat in the old neighborhood. He told me his roommates were out partying and wouldn’t be back until dawn.

—We’ve got the whole night to ourselves —he wrote—. Come over whenever.

The building was one of those old ones, with a wooden staircase that creaked and a lightbulb that flickered on every landing. I climbed the four floors slowly, my heart pounding in my throat. You can still turn back, I thought. But I didn’t want to. I’d been wanting exactly this for far too long.

Diego opened the door in his underwear, hair tousled and a smile that made no attempt to hide anything. He was taller than he looked in the photos, broad-shouldered, with a tattoo climbing up his ribs. He looked me up and down shamelessly, as if he already knew what we were going to do and was just checking inventory.

—So you’re the big guy everyone talks about —he said, leaning on the frame.

—Everyone? —I asked.

—The flat group. I told them you were coming. —He bit his lip—. Don’t worry, they’re not here.

The flat smelled of stale beer and cheap cologne. There were bottles on the kitchen table, a stack of dirty dishes, and a guitar propped against the sofa. Diego took my wrist and led me to his room, kicked the door shut behind us, and shoved me against the wall before I could say anything.

His mouth tasted like mint and something sweet. He kissed me hungrily, with the urgency of someone who’d been imagining it for days, and I answered just as hard, grabbing the back of his neck, feeling the heat of his body through his clothes. He yanked my T-shirt off and stared at my chest.

—Fuck —he muttered—. The photos didn’t do you justice.

I lifted my chin and held his gaze, enjoying the way he devoured me with his eyes. I took his neck in one hand and pulled him in again. His breathing was already ragged, his cock starting to strain against his briefs, hard, unmistakable, and I felt it brushing my thigh when he pressed against me. There was nothing gentle about the way he undid my trousers, the way he reached in and took out my cock, heavy and hot, squeezing it in his fingers until I moaned.

—That’s what I like —he whispered—. Big and obedient.

I grabbed his waist under the edge of his underwear and pressed him against me, rubbing my cock against his belly, feeling the wetness growing between us. Diego sucked on my neck eagerly, left marks, bit my earlobe, and then dropped to his knees in front of me without taking his eyes off my face. He pulled my trousers down just enough to free my cock and took it in his mouth in one go, swallowing as far as he could, his wet tongue working the tip while his hand pumped the base.

—Shit, Diego… —I groaned.

He let out a muffled laugh around my cock and started sucking me harder, alternating deep sucks with slow licks along the frenulum. I braced one hand against the wall so I wouldn’t collapse, feeling the heat climb up my back. He had the mouth of a fucking vacuum, swallowing spit, tightening his lips, and when he pulled my cock out for a second to kiss the tip obscenely, I was already completely gone.

—I want to see you lose your mind —he said, his voice dark.

He shoved me toward the bed and let me fall backward into the tangled sheets.

***

What came after was slow at first. Diego laid me on his bed, a narrow student bed with sheets that smelled like him, and he took his time. He worked his way over my body with his mouth, teeth grazing my neck, tongue moving down my sternum. Every time I tried to hurry things along, he pinned my wrists to the mattress and made me wait.

—Easy —he whispered—. No rush. We’ve got all night, remember?

The room was dim, lit only by a table lamp with a red shade that tinted the skin a warm, almost unreal color. I watched him from below, breath catching, as he prepped me with a patience that drove me insane. He spread my legs without asking, settled between them, and slid two fingers in slowly, then a third, coating me well with lube while he probed inside, searching for that spot that made me arch my back and let out short gasps.

—That’s it, fuck —he murmured—. I want you to ask me for more.

And I did. I begged him, voice broken, fingers digging into the sheets, when he leaned down and started sucking my foreskin, licking my balls, taking the tip of my cock into his mouth again while his fingers kept pushing inside me. His tongue made me tremble, his hand milked me slowly, and when he left me completely soaked, panting like an animal, he positioned himself between my legs and looked at me with that smug bastard smile of his.

—Now, yes —he said—. I want to hear you break.

He put some lube on his cock, worked it with his hand, and opened my legs wider with both hands, leaving me exposed, ass in the air, breathing hard. When he set the tip at my entrance, I froze for a second. The pressure was brutal at first, a hot burning that tore a long moan out of me. Diego didn’t look away from my face even as he eased in, slowly, centimeter by centimeter, swallowing my gasps with a hungry kiss.

—That’s it —he said against my mouth—. Tighten if you want. I want to feel you.

When he was all the way in, he left me breathless with one final thrust and stayed still for just an instant, as if savoring how snug my ass felt around him. Then he started moving in a deep, steady rhythm. I grabbed his shoulders, feeling sweat run down my temples, the mattress creaking, his hot breath in my ear. The world narrowed to that red room, to his cock forcing its way into me, to the pleasure rising in waves. I lost track of time. I had no idea whether ten minutes had passed or an hour.

And then I heard the key.

***

It turned in the lock at exactly two in the morning, because I saw the alarm clock on the bedside table at that very moment. First came the light from the hallway, white and cold, cutting a strip across the bedroom floor. Then the voices.

—Diego! Where the hell have you got to, man? We brought pizza and beer for the…

The sentence cut off dead.

Toni was the first to open the door all the way. Tall, dark-haired, in a tank top with gym-defined arms, he froze with the pizza box still in his hand. Behind him, in a line, the others appeared: Iker, lanky and blond, with those endless basketball-player legs; Rubén, red-haired and freckled, with the lean body of someone who swam every morning; and Saúl, the quietest, short but all muscle, his phone already halfway back in his pocket.

There were four seconds of silence that felt like an eternity.

Diego was still on top of me, inside me, the two of us sweaty and breathing hard, bathed in that red light like a movie scene. And I looked at all four of them, one by one, without closing my legs, without trying to cover myself with the sheet that was within reach of my hand.

In my head, only one sentence kept repeating, over and over. They’re seeing me like this, open and surrendered, and I’ve never been this turned on in my life.

Toni was the first to react. A nervous laugh slipped out of him, and then a slow, dangerous smile spread across his face, changing it completely.

—Holy shit —he said softly—. Diego, what is this? A welcome gift?

Diego didn’t move. Neither did I. But I clenched around him once, hard, so he’d understand I wasn’t going anywhere. He gave a restrained groan and dug his fingers into my hips.

Iker stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. The strip of white light vanished and the six of us were left again in that red half-dark.

—Guys —Iker said, his voice rougher than he meant it to be—. This is the one Diego was talking about in the group. The big guy. The one who wrote he wanted to be left senseless.

Rubén bit his lip. Saúl already had his phone in his hand, though the screen was off, as if he still didn’t dare.

Diego finally spoke, his voice shaky but thick with desire.

—Boys… meet Mario. And, well… he was letting me do whatever I wanted.

Silence again. I could feel it in the air, that thick tension, four guys planted at the foot of the bed not quite knowing what to do with what they were seeing. The decision, I realized, wasn’t theirs. It was mine.

So I spoke.

—You can do more than just stare —I said, my voice ragged with pleasure, sweeping my gaze over all four of them—. If you’ve got the guts.

That was the spark.

***

Toni ripped off his T-shirt and threw it to the floor.

—Well, if the big guy’s inviting us —he said—, it’d be rude to say no.

In less than a minute the four of them were naked around the bed. Diego slid out of me slowly, and I felt the emptiness like a blow to the stomach, an absence that needed filling right away. He moved to the side, leaning against the wall, watching with a smile and a busy hand, happy to hand me over to the rest.

Toni climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between my legs. He lifted my hips with both hands and looked at me with something close to reverence.

—Look how he’s left you —he murmured—. He’s opened you up like a flower.

He drove in with one hard thrust that tore a moan from the very bottom of me. It wasn’t gentle. I didn’t want it to be, and he knew it. He grabbed my thighs and started moving with brutal force, the headboard slamming into the wall, while I writhed beneath him, looking for more.

Iker came over on the other side and leaned over my face. He didn’t ask permission, and by then I didn’t want him to. I opened my mouth and took him in, feeling the weight of his desire, Toni’s hands digging into my hips, two different rhythms splitting me in half and leaving me breathless.

Rubén and Saúl waited at the sides, impatient, taking turns, their eyes going from my face to my body and back again. Saúl finally turned on his phone, but not to record anything that would leave that room; he set it on the bedside table, camera pointed at the ceiling, as if he only needed an excuse to have both hands free.

—I can’t believe this —Rubén said, almost to himself—. I can’t believe this.

***

And that was the whole night. Me in the center of that narrow bed, surrounded by five strangers who became less strange with every minute. Toni pounding into me without mercy, Iker in my mouth until tears sprang to my eyes, Diego watching from the wall with that smile of someone who had orchestrated everything. And when Toni finished, Rubén took his place, and when Rubén was done, Saúl replaced him, and Iker was swapped out by Diego again, in a carousel that seemed never to end.

We changed positions a thousand times. They had me on all fours, sitting astride me, laying me on my side with one leg raised. They passed me from hand to hand like I was the best idea they’d ever had in their lives, and at some point I stopped telling who was who: there were only hands, mouths, hot bodies, and the red light tinting everything unreal.

—Fuck, Mario —Iker panted at one point, his forehead pressed to my back—. You’re the best thing that’s ever walked into this flat.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I was too far gone, too deep inside that feeling consuming me. Every thrust brought me closer to an edge I’d been leaning over for hours without falling, and when I finally did fall, it was with a cry that escaped me without permission, clinging to the sheets, my whole body shaking.

They didn’t stop. They kept going until, one by one, they gave in too, until the room was filled with ragged breathing and tired laughter and the weight of five bodies collapsing onto a bed that wasn’t made for that many.

***

Dawn was breaking when I left. Gray morning light was coming in through the window as I dressed in silence, with the four of them piled up asleep and Diego awake, watching me from the pillow.

—Will you come back? —he asked.

I tied my shoelaces without answering right away. Through the window, the old neighborhood was waking up: the first trucks, a shutter rising at the bar across the street.

—That depends —I said at last, with a half-smile—. Are your roommates planning to go out partying again?

Diego laughed softly so as not to wake the others.

—For you —he replied—, we’ll stay home every weekend.

I went down those four floors of wooden stairs with my legs still trembling and one very clear thought in my head. This won’t be the last time. And from the way the door closed behind me, I knew they were thinking exactly the same thing.