The Straight Roommate

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“Give it to me, man!”

“You like that, do ‘ya?”

“Oh yeah!”

Danny scowled at his bedroom door. The grunting and swearing and hollering got so loud he had to turn the volume all the way up on his computer. No use. His industrial-strength headphones couldn’t block out that noise—and even if they could, how was he supposed to concentrate when his roommates were making gay p**n in the next room?

Not that Danny was gay or anything. They called him “the straight roommate.” And, really, he couldn’t complain about the racket. He knew from the get-go Sean and Miku made amateur p**n for a living. It perplexed Danny that they considered themselves amateurs even though they got paid for it. Didn’t that make them professionals? Not that the details made much of a difference. Amateur or professional, they distracted the hell out of him.

“You want me to come all down your a*s c***k?”

“Yeah, come on my asshole, man!”

“You want me to come on your asshole?”

“f**k, yeah!”

With a sigh, Danny paused the recording that needed to be transcribed, formatted, and proofed by Monday. Hell of a weekend he was going to have, listening to gay p**n’s mighty creation through spectacularly thin walls while medical mumbo-jumbo blasted through his headphones. Danny called himself a medical transcriber, but that wasn’t the ultimate truth. Real medical transcribers worked for hospitals and GPs’ offices, typing up doctors’ reports on patients. Danny was a sell-out. He worked for Big Pharma, typing medical marketing materials for d**g companies. The money was good, but mainly he did it because he didn’t have any other job to fall back on in the city.

Nanette did. Lucky bit...

No, Danny stopped that thought in its tracks. He refused to become one of those divorcés, the ones who went around bad-mouthing the ex. Nobody wanted to be around a guy like that. More importantly, Nanette was the mother of his child. How on earth would Laura grow up happy and well-adjusted if her parents were constantly bullying each other? They’d spent long enough at on another’s throats. Time to move on.

Besides, Danny was indebted to Nanette for the typing work. Not that he particularly wanted to be a medical transcriber. Listening to doctors and pharmaceutical representatives discussing the latest silver bullet cure—a cure that inevitably falls flat on its a*s three years later—wasn’t Danny’s idea of fun work, but having fun was never really the point of working, for him. Work pays the bills. He hadn’t taken his first job at the crayon factory in Bessborough for the love of crayons, that’s for damn sure. The smell of wax still made his muscles hurt.

“f**k, I can’t stop it. I’m gonna come!”

“Come, man! Come all over my asshole!”

“Aww, f**k yeah! f**k yeah! f**k yeah!”

As much as he wanted to block out what was going on in the next room, Danny couldn’t help picturing Miku’s swollen dickhead shooting cream down Sean’s c***k. Gay p**n wasn’t really his thing—in fact, Danny wasn’t all that tempted by any kind of p**n—but he had nothing against what these guys did for a living, and even less against who they were as individuals. They could laugh about it now, but in their initial interview Sean and Miku had been anxious about telling this “small-town boy” they were gay.

Like they could possibly have hidden the fact! Miku was a baby-faced bear, but Sean was a twink of the highest order. They’d both been so surprised Danny knew those words—twink, bear—that he had to assure them gay people existed in small towns, too. Not that he was gay. He made sure to let them know he was straight, but he didn’t push the issue too hard. He didn’t want them thinking he had anything to prove.

Even if it did disrupt his work, it was pretty exciting living in a p**n den, especially after eleven years of straight-laced marriage. Yes, he got his fill with Nanette, in the same way heaping bowls of oatmeal would satiate a person, but he’d realized early on there was more to s*x than f*****g.

Nanette wouldn’t give a b*****b if her life depended on it. It’s not that she was a religious nut or anything. She didn’t give him the whole “seed is meant for ovum” spiel he’d heard touted by some churchy prig on an episode of Law & Order. Nanette’s revulsion was, to quote her directly, “You piss out of that thing. I don’t want it anywhere near my mouth.”

Danny shook his head. He didn’t have time to dwell on the past. Too much work to do, and the guys in the next bedroom had finally quieted down. Clicking on his computer’s audio player, he dragged the timeline back about half a minute, turned the volume down to a reasonable level, and played the track.

...uses a different mechanism of action, the IL-6 blocker instead of TNF or B cells...

“It’s all Greek to me,” Danny sighed, adding the words into his ongoing project file. What did any of this mean? He wasn’t a doctor; he had no clue.

...shows superiority over methotrexate, which no other biologic has been able to do...

His job was simply to type what was said, but at least it forced him to think about something, otherwise his mind dwelled on all that was missing from his life.

His daughter, for instance.

Danny never wanted to move to the city. He’d come here before, for that one year of university he’d put himself through before bailing on school altogether. At that time, he wouldn’t even have called it a nice place to visit. People were too close together. The subway during rush hour was about the most torturous misadventure he could take himself on. No personal space. Everybody packed in, crammed like sardines, nobody saying a word, no eye contact. There was something really ridiculous about the whole experience. Elevators, too. They worked the same way.

Danny hated the city, but this is where Laura lived now, with her mother.

And Danny would follow that little girl to the ends of the earth.

He sighed again, and looked out the window. The sun was already setting? s**t! He needed to get his head in the game if he was going to finish this project on time.

...which might not sound like anything outstanding, but the results of ACR at 20, 50, and 70 are far superior to other biologics...

What time was it? He should call Laura. No, wait until after dinner. If he called during a meal or homework time, Nanette got crabby. He would call around bedtime and read her one of the storybooks he’d checked out of the library. There wasn’t much Danny had accomplished in the city, but he had managed to get himself a library card. He’d taken out a joke book, too. Laura always liked his jokes.

That’s what he’d work for. That’s what he’d look forward to.

He unpaused the audio file.

...no reported cases of tuberculosis, and it can be used for primary and secondary TNF failures...

The sun went to bed way too early in the wintertime. No wonder so many people got depressed. At least they were into February now, and he could tell himself every day they’d get a little more light than the day before.

When he stood from his desk, his legs nearly collapsed. Goddamn it, he wasn’t old enough to have bad knees, so why were they acting this way? Too much sitting. He needed to get active again.

After Monday.

For now, he gave himself a choice between a nice piss and a cup of hot chocolate. He didn’t need either, but he decided on both.

Sean and Miku mustn’t have left their bedroom since their recording session, because the lights in the kitchen and living room weren’t on. Danny flicked the switch for the electric kettle, then headed for the bathroom at the other end of the hall.

Streams of light flowed out from his bedroom and from theirs. Their door was open just a c***k, but even a c***k was a temptation Danny couldn’t resist. He slowed his gait as he approached their room. It wasn’t like he wanted to spy on them or anything, he just wanted to...see. They were probably sleeping, anyway.

Oh no they weren’t!

Danny stopped outside their room, inexplicably startled. Usually, when he chanced upon one of the guys sucking the other one’s d**k, he just walked on by. What was so different about tonight? Maybe the fact that their door was almost completely closed and the hallway veiled him in darkness. Every other time, he’d been concerned about appearing rude—the whole “it’s not polite to stare” thing. Now, peering through the c***k, Danny was an invisible entity. Sean and Miku would be none the wiser.

There was something truly mesmerizing about the expression on a man’s face while someone sucked his c**k. It really didn’t make much difference whether it was a man or a woman doing the sucking. The expression was the same either way.

At the moment, Sean was the cocksucker and Miku the blissful recipient. Danny had always been under the impression that, with gay guys, one was always the top and the other was always the bottom. He could have sworn he’d heard that somewhere. Sean and Miku said that wasn’t a hard and fast rule, and maybe it was like that in the past—like in the eighties, before they were born—but s****l expression was more fluid these days.

Watching Miku’s baby-face, eyes closed, mouth open in awe, Danny wondered once again where the guy was from. He would never ask a question like that, because he was pretty sure it was rude, but he didn’t know what kind of name Miku was. His skin was a light shade of hot honey brown. The auburn hair on his head was shiny and straight, and it glowed almost orange in natural light. The hair on the rest of his body was much darker. Not that he was a particularly hairy guy—and Danny was looking at him n***d right now, so he would know—but the bigness of his body screamed bear. He was chubby and cute, a perfect polar opposite to the skinny boy kneeling between his legs.

What Danny wouldn’t give for a b*****b! His c**k begged for it, creating a spectacular tent in the pyjama bottoms he’d been wearing for two days straight. It was such a tease to watch his roommate getting a sweet hummer in there and knowing it would be ages before he’d find a girl who liked him enough to wrap her mouth around his d**k. Sean and Miku were damn lucky to each have a hypersexual bedmate. They had no idea.

Careful not to let the floorboards creak underfoot, Danny eased his back against the wall. All the blood rushing to his c**k was making him light-headed. His d**k pumped out so damn much precum his flannel PJ bottoms were wet with the stuff. He didn’t want to touch it out here in the hallway, but his knees locked him in place. His erection strained so hard it hurt. If he didn’t j******f soon, he might have to seek medical attention. Farfetched, but a convenient excuse for jacking off outside Sean and Miku’s bedroom.

Through that slim c***k in the door, Danny watched Sean’s black hair bob between Miku’s thighs. Miku was leaning back now, both arms behind him, palms flat against the bold red sheets. The black coverlet had been pushed off the end of the bed, and was now wadded on the floor like a giant used tissue. If it wasn’t for the expression of absolute delight on Miku’s face, Danny would have been entranced by the motion of Sean’s lean back muscles. Each movement made his ink writhe like tattoos in a kaleidoscope. Danny didn’t know where Sean was from, either—he was obviously Asian, but lots countries formed that continent. He didn’t have an accent. Miku didn’t either...or, if he did, it was covered over by an impressive lisp.

Until he looked down, Danny didn’t realize he’d wrapped his fist around his d**k and was pumping slowly through his PJ pants. He watched his hand move up and down the green, blue, and black flannel like a warm mouth. When he pulled the fabric taut, all the way down to the root of his d**k, he could make out the mushroom shape of his engorged tip. His PJ pants were darker where they were wet with precum, and that warm spot on the fabric slid around his cockhead like a tongue. Flannel kissed his piss slit, circled around his glans and his frenulum.

Danny arched against the wall. His body was more responsive now than it had been when he was married. It must have sensed his freedom. d***s were characterized as stupid, but Danny thought otherwise. His c**k knew the score.

Inside the bedroom, the guys changed positions. Miku was on his back now, with Sean draped over his body. Danny stifled a groan at the sight of not one, but two blowjobs occurring simultaneously. They were locked in a sweet sixty-nine, with Sean’s knees on either side of Miku’s head, his c**k dangling like a carrot over Miku’s full pink lips. Miku lunged for that c**k, and deep-throated it in one go. The sight reminded Danny of a trout leaping out of a lake to snatch a worm before the hook hit the water.

They were caught, now—Miku trapped under Sean’s lean body, and Danny mesmerized by the ripple of Sean’s a*s cheeks as he thrust in Miku’s mouth. Sean, for his part, had Miku’s c**k in one hand and balls in the other. He rubbed and stroked as he sucked that big d**k. Big seemed almost an understatement. Miku was the guy no one wanted to shower next to at the gym. Who’d want to be compared to that?

Danny stoked his d**k over his PJ pants. The soft fabric felt incredible against his hard c**k, and he reached down with his other hand to cup his balls. Even that slight brush of his fingers around his clothed nut sack made his back arch. He rolled against the wall until his shoulders and the back of his head pushed against it. His feet nearly met the baseboard on the other side of the hallway and his erection took aim at the ceiling. As he jerked himself off, still peeping on Miku and Sean’s mutual b*****b-fest, he felt that familiar tightening in his balls, the trembling in his thighs. Oh God, he was going to come right there in the hallway!

Squeezing his balls with his left hand, Danny rubbed himself off so crazy-fast his right hand became nothing but a blur against dark fabric. His a*s cheeks clenched as he pressed his shoulders against the wall. Rising to his tip-toes, he bucked his hips toward the ceiling, driving his d**k into his fist. When his c**k burst with c*m, his throat betrayed him, releasing a tempered yelp into the darkness.

Fuck!

He had to get out of the hallway before his roommates caught him, but his arms trembled and his core shuddered with o****m. How were his legs still supporting him? They felt weak, like his knees might buckle any second now. When he glanced into the guys’ bedroom, Sean was still sucking d**k with locomotive speed, but Miku turned his head toward the door like he knew something was going on out there.

Danny’s heart turned to ice. Fuckedy f**k f**k f**k!

Holding his waning erection, which was now bathed in hot cream, Danny slid down the hallway and locked himself in the bathroom. Hopefully Miku hadn’t seen him, but he was too ashamed to face his roommates just yet. Jumping in the shower, he tried to mentally regroup, but images of those guys sucking each other’s c***s brought his d**k back to life and he ended up j*********f again.

At least this time he wouldn’t get caught.