I glowered at my phone, my mood darkening as I read the latest text from my girlfriend. "Goddamn it," I muttered.

Cameron, my roommate, strolled into the living room at that moment. "Let me guess," he said. "Kendra's still pissed at you."

"Yep." Sighing heavily, I tossed the phone onto the couch cushion next to me. "How long is she going to punish me for saying I don't want to go to her friend's bridal shower? I mean, who drags their boyfriend to a fucking bridal shower?"

Cameron sank into the chair across from me. One look at his outfit—a crop top and skinny jeans—let me know he wouldn't be spending this Friday night alone. I felt like a slouch in my T-shirt and sweatpants, but it wasn't as if I was going anywhere. Not when Kendra had just texted me that we needed to "take a breather."

My roommate regarded me with a mixture of sympathy and wry amusement. "Spencer, you have to understand that it's not really about the bridal shower."

I frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"

He rolled his eyes as if the answer was obvious. "You and Kendra have been dating almost a year, right?"

"Yeah. So?"

"So, now that her friend's getting hitched, she has marriage on the brain, too." Cameron shuddered dramatically at the mention of matrimony.

His grimace would have been comical if I weren't so aggravated. Still, I couldn't believe that was the reason Kendra was giving me the cold shoulder. "Nah," I said. "I told her a long time ago that I'm not looking to get married."

Cameron actually snorted at that. "You're both thirty, and while you might not be interested in settling down, even I can tell she's hoping for a ring on your upcoming anniversary."

His words hit me like a slap, and I could only stare at him in a daze for several seconds. He raised his eyebrows, like he was silently willing me to face up to reality. "Shit," I finally said. "I'm such an idiot!"

"You're not an idiot; you're just a little clueless." Cameron gave me a pitying smile before reaching for his own phone. "She's no good for you, you know."

My anger flared at that. Cameron was only a few years younger than me, but I still didn't like having a twenty-seven-year-old acting as if he was so much smarter. He was also gay and had never had a girlfriend in his life. Hell, I doubted he'd ever had any kind of serious relationship. Instead, he had hookups and flings. "How could you possibly know what's good for me?" I snarled.

Cameron looked up from his phone, seemingly unfazed. "Sorry, didn't mean to overstep," he said. Before I could accept his apology, he went on. "I thought you'd be out with Kendra tonight, so I invited someone over. Is that okay?"

My roommate usually stayed out late on weekends, and I saw the men he brought home only as they were leaving in the morning. "Sure, no problem at all," I said. "But you're not going out for dinner or drinks first?"

"Nope. This guy's married." Cameron added extra weight to that word, as if it tasted bad in his mouth. "So he can't stay out late."

Now it was my turn to snort. "Sounds like you two have absolutely nothing in common."

"We don't," he agreed. "But wait till you meet him. He's the finest Daddy I've ever seen!"

Cameron and I had been roommates for almost two years, so by now, I was well aware that he had a thing for older men. And they clearly liked him, too. He was slender, almost slight in stature, but I had to admit he was attractive. With sandy blond hair and blue eyes, he looked more like a college student than someone who'd be turning thirty in a few years. He had a great smile, accentuated by his full lips, and the men just flocked to him.

I sometimes wondered what it would be like to attract people so easily. I thought I was good-looking enough, but women certainly didn't fall at my feet. With my dark hair and eyes, I felt like Cameron's opposite. I was less self-assured and more brooding. Maybe that was the problem.

And in typical brooding fashion, I started contemplating my feelings for Kendra. I'd been so certain of my love for her, but the fissure that had recently opened up between us made me now question our entire relationship. Maybe Cameron was right; maybe she and I weren't meant to be together.

Drawing myself from that depressing line of thought, I asked him, "Do you want me to clear out so you have some privacy? I could go to a movie or something."

He waved a hand to dismiss my offer. "Stay if you want. But fair warning: we might get a little loud."

It was then that a knock sounded at the door. "Speak of the sexy devil himself!" Cameron hurried to let his guest inside. His face lit up in a smile when he saw the man outside our apartment. "Hey, Alaric, come on in!"

I tried not to stare at Alaric as he stepped into the living room. He had salt-and-pepper hair and was clean-shaven, which revealed the outline of his strong jaw. Though he wore a nice suit, it didn't disguise the fact that he was absolutely ripped. Towering above Cameron, he had to lower his head quite a bit to plant a kiss on my roommate's lips. While they embraced, Alaric slid his large hands down to cup Cameron's ass. I quickly grabbed my phone so I'd have something else to look at.

"Alaric, this is Spencer, my roommate," Cameron said.

Alaric strode toward me, extending his hand. For some crazy reason, I felt shy as I shook it.

"Nice to meet you, Spencer." His voice was deep and rich.

"You, too." I gave him what I hoped was an easy smile, revealing none of my discomfort.

When Alaric spoke again, his tone sounded downright seductive. "You going to be joining us tonight?"

My eyes widened, and I could hear Cameron trying to muffle his laughter. "Oh, no, I'm... uh..." I stammered while waiting for my roommate to help me out, but he seemed content to let me flounder. "I have a girlfriend," I finally blurted.

Alaric gave me a long look up and down, his tongue sliding over his lower lip. "And I'm married. Doesn't mean we can't have some fun, right?"

Cameron finally stepped in, grasping Alaric's arm. "Aren't I enough for you?" he asked, pretending to pout.

Alaric turned that sexy smile on Cameron. "Oh, you most certainly are, baby."

"Then let's go to my room."

I watched them head down the hall. Their excitement was almost palpable, which only served to remind me that I hadn't had sex in two weeks.

When I was alone in the living room once more, I found myself at a loss as to what to do. Maybe I'd go to a movie, after all. Staring at my phone, I checked showtimes at the local theater. The apartment walls were thin, and I tried to ignore the sound of Alaric's voice, which reached me as a murmur. It was soon followed by Cameron's laughter.

Then I heard a lust-filled moan. That was definitely Alaric, and I couldn't help but imagine what Cameron was doing to him at that moment. Alaric quickly satisfied my curiosity, for I heard him say, "Ah, yes, suck my cock! Just like that!"

As I squirmed on the couch, growing hot, the appeal of a movie faded. It was like I was on autopilot, climbing to my feet and heading down the hall to my room beside Cameron's. All the while, Alaric's moans continued. The man was certainly vocal! My own body soon responded to the pleasured sounds he made. I told myself it was because I was sex-deprived and horny, but I still felt weird about getting a hard-on.

Not weird enough to stop listening, however.

"Fuck yeah, take me deep!" Alaric urged.

As quietly as possible, I closed the door to my room and went to lie down on the bed. In the lamplight, I could see my erection straining against the fabric of my sweatpants. With just a wall between my bed and Cameron's, I could hear the action in his room even better.

"You love Daddy's cock, don't you?"

When Cameron replied, he sounded out of breath. "So fucking much! I can't get enough of your dick!"

My own dick was getting harder by the second. Though my face burned with shame, I didn't hesitate to pull down my sweats and underwear, letting my cock spring free. Cameron was now groaning, and I guessed Alaric was going down on him. I took hold of my dick and gave it a tentative stroke, expecting my arousal to fade. There was no way I'd manage to get off while overhearing two guys fuck.

Yet my excitement only grew.

"Mmm, yeah, Daddy, get that tongue deep in my ass!" Cameron said.

I gasped, unable to stop myself from visualizing Alaric tongue-fucking Cameron. The thought of my roommate spread wide made me stroke faster. I was flushed, close to sweating, and hurried to pull off my T-shirt. My panting made me feel lightheaded, and I forced myself to take a few deep breaths before I returned to jerking off.

Their foreplay seemed endless, and I resolved to edge so I wouldn't come before they did. Cupping my balls, I gave them a gentle squeeze. My cock pulsed, as if trying to coax me into stroking it again. But I made myself wait, my ears straining to hear every sound.

When they finally got down to fucking, I could hear the squeak of Cameron's bed. I could even hear the clap of their bodies connecting. I imagined Cameron on his hands and knees, with Alaric pounding him from behind.

"Yes, yes, fuck me hard, Daddy!" Cameron cried.

Alaric readily obliged. When I closed my eyes, fantasy and reality got all mixed up in my mind. At first, I vividly imagined the two men in the next room, but then I was the one kneeling behind Cameron. In my fantasy, I took Alaric's place, driving my hard dick into Cameron's ass again and again. Those mental images made me both ashamed and almost unbearably aroused. I writhed on the bed, my teeth clenched as I bucked my hips. All the while, Alaric's fervent grunts mingled with Cameron's groans.

I wasn't sure I had the strength to last; I was so fucking desperate to come! But then Cameron released what was clearly an orgasmic cry. As it trailed off to a whimper, Alaric let out a roar. I had to fight back my own shout as I climaxed as well. Cum landed on my belly and chest in thick globs. I kept stroking, my grip rough. It was as if I thought I could wring out every bit of shame and longing that had wrestled inside me tonight.

After I was done, I lay still for a few moments, catching my breath. Post-nut clarity inevitably descended upon me, causing my pleasure to wane. This meant nothing, I tried to assure myself. It was just a way to get off.

On the other side of the wall, Cameron and Alaric talked in low voices, sometimes laughing softly. When they eventually got up from the bed and then left Cameron's room, I moved to clean myself up with some tissues. I still felt dirty, like I needed a shower.

A few minutes later, I was surprised to hear a soft knock on my door. I looked around, making sure I'd left no evidence of my furious masturbating. I was half-dressed, not having bothered to put my shirt back on. "Come in," I called.

Cameron opened the door and stepped into my room. He was completely naked, his cock now flaccid. I quickly averted my eyes. I'd seen his ass a couple of times as he headed into the bathroom to take a shower, and I learned that telling him to cover up did no good, for he didn't know the meaning of modesty. Now, however, my voice was strained as I said, "Jesus, Cameron, put some clothes on!"

He only laughed at my discomfort. "Sorry, I'm still a little hot. I just wanted to make sure Alaric and I didn't bother you earlier."

I grabbed my phone and pretended to be interested in a previously read email. "Nope, you're fine. Did your friend leave already?"

"Yeah," Cameron said through a regretful sigh. "He lives an hour away, so he had to head on home. That's married life for you."

In my peripheral vision, I saw Cameron approach, and I looked up at him questioningly. He flashed a sly smile, his gaze moving over my bare chest. I couldn't help but squirm under his scrutiny.

"What's this?" He extended a hand and swept his fingertip along my left collarbone, then showed me the cum he'd gathered from my skin. The glob had mostly dried, yet Cameron still slid his fingertip into his mouth. With a grin, he said, "Oh, I know exactly what it is!"

My face burned with renewed shame. "Cameron, get the fuck out."

But he didn't leave, and as I glanced down, I noticed his dick getting hard. Despite my best efforts, I found myself guessing what his length would be once he was fully erect. Maybe five and three-quarter inches? That was a strangely specific estimate, and I hated myself for contemplating it.

Cameron leaned even closer. "The real reason I came in here was to see if you're done for the night." His fingertips grazed my forearm. "You were really quiet when you came earlier, but I still heard that last groan." Our eyes locked as his palm moved over my hip, inching closer to my cock. "I'd be happy to suck you off if you're up for one more round." Whatever he saw in my stare emboldened him, for he gently grasped my dick. It had already begun stiffening at his words. "Oh yes, I think you're up for it!"

The thought of Cameron giving me a blowjob made my cock pulse in his hand. Still, I tried to protest. "We have to live together, and I don't want to fuck things up."

"Nothing has to change," he said. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time."

I was unable to hide my surprise. He started stroking me, which drew faint moans from my lips. I struggled to muster up even a shred of resistance. "But I'm with Kendra!"

Cameron actually laughed at that. "No, you're not. Not anymore. Now let me suck your cock."

When I didn't refuse, he yanked down my pants and underwear with a force that made me gasp. I quickly set my phone on the bedside table.

On his knees before me, Cameron gave my dick an admiring stare. "Wow, you're really thick!"

My entire body grew warmer from his praise. By this point, I was fully hard again. Cameron brushed those gorgeous lips against my cockhead, then gave me a teasing lick. I wondered if he was going to make me beg for more. When our eyes met, I knew my gaze was full of pleading.

He planted open-mouthed kisses along the length of my shaft, using lots of tongue to get me wet. I tried not to moan too loudly, but it felt so fucking good! And he was so eager for my dick. Once he reached its base, he nuzzled my balls, breathing in my scent. The feel of his tongue swirling over my sack made me place a hand on his head.

"Take Daddy's cock in your mouth," I urged.

Now it was Cameron's turn to gasp. I had no idea if I could excite him with that kind of talk, the way Alaric managed to, but it sure as hell excited me, so I at least wanted to try.

Cameron wrapped his lips around my tip while stroking my shaft. His tongue worked magic as he used it to caress my frenulum, and my groans grew steadily louder. A tremor of lust went through me when he took more of my dick in his mouth.

"Oh, fuck yes, Cameron!" I practically growled.

My cock wasn't huge, but I still didn't expect Cameron to take it all. Yet he soon made it clear that was exactly what he aimed to do. His hand and mouth worked in a perfect, fluid rhythm, providing stimulation to every part of my dick. He made giving a blowjob seem effortless even as his cheeks hollowed. And all the while, his lips inched down my shaft.

When he took me deep in his throat and then extended his tongue to lick my balls, I almost shot my load right then and there. No woman had ever managed to do that to me! "Oh shit, I'm close!" I panted.

Cameron slowly pulled off, drawing in a lungful of air before tilting his head back to look up at me. His eyes were wide and submissive; I'd never seen him look like that in all the time we'd lived together. "You want to come in my mouth, Daddy? Or do you want to fuck my ass?"

"Ah, Christ!" I pressed a hand against my forehead. This was happening so fast, but my God, I wanted to be inside him! "Aren't you sore?" I made myself ask. "From fucking Alaric? I don't want to hurt you."

Cameron smiled while sliding his palms over my thighs. "No, I'm not sore. Just nice and stretched for you. And Alaric used a condom, so it's not like I'll have his cum in my ass while we fuck."

I cleared my throat in mild embarrassment. "Good to know."

He lifted an eyebrow, still smiling. "So is that a yes?"

Swallowing hard, I nodded. "That's a yes."

Cameron rose and then leaned forward to press his lips against my neck. "Finish undressing and get into bed," he whispered. "I'll be right back."

True to his word, he returned moments later, carrying lube and a condom. I was lying on my back, my cock still rock-hard. When Cameron joined me, a surge of anxiety flooded my bloodstream. I feared this was a bad idea. What if I didn't enjoy it and couldn't come? Or what if I found that I loved it and wanted more after tonight?

Searching my face, Cameron asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just..." I had no idea how to finish that sentence.

"It's fine," he told me in a soothing voice. "I'll take care of you."

He was efficient, almost methodical, while sheathing my cock and using the lube. I lay before him, feeling strangely helpless. I was beyond grateful that he was willing to take the initiative.

His grin returned when he straddled me. I had to close my eyes as he started taking me inside him, for my arousal was almost too intense. Even through the condom, I could feel how tight he was, and I made a sound like a whimper.

"You like my ass?" Cameron purred.

Opening my eyes, I gazed up at him with sheer need. "I fucking love your ass!"

Cameron was clearly pleased by my words. When he started riding me, I stared in wonderment at his glorious body. He was so free and sensual, so blatant in seeking his own pleasure while working to please me. His dick stayed fully erect, and I couldn't resist stroking it.

"Fuck yes, Daddy!" he cried, his hips moving faster. 

We were both breathing hard, both in the grip of lust. Cameron eased back so he could plant his palms against my legs. Using my body to maintain his balance, he was able to ride my dick at a frenzied pace. With his head thrown back and moans emerging from his throat, he looked, sounded, and smelled like pure sex.

I was close already, and my desperate need to come made my hand work faster at his dick. "You love Daddy's cock deep in that tight ass, don't you?"

"Yes! Oh my God, you're gonna make me come!"

Relief flooded me at the realization that Cameron was close, too. I had no idea how his frantic fucking didn't cause him pain, but he seemed to love every second of it. I knew the exact moment he climaxed, for his entire body shook above me, and I felt his muscles powerfully contract around my cock.

"That's it, come for Daddy!" I was fucking thrilled to have lasted for him! But my staying power vanished entirely as he continued milking me. Finally, I surrendered to my own release with a roar that rivaled Alaric's.

Once Cameron eased off me and discarded the condom, he lay at my side, in no hurry to leave. And I was in no hurry to see him go. When I dared to slip an arm around him, he moved closer. I could feel him studying me as I stared at the ceiling. 

"Despite what you might believe," he said, "I do know what's good for you."

I turned my face to him and smiled. "Oh, yeah? And what's good for me?"

"I could be," he replied, reaching for my hand. "Do you believe me?" His grin held a challenge.

I accepted that challenge by pressing my lips to his. He eagerly returned the kiss, moaning with pleasure. "After what we shared tonight," I murmured, "you have me convinced."