Dear Daddy, Please Spank Me - Chara Croft Page 0,73
said, not bothering to take my hand off my dick since I knew the angle of the couch would hide my bulge from him as long as he stayed hovering in the doorway like that. Then I winked, adding a reminder I knew damn well he’d keep right on ignoring. “Not your job to take care of my needs, sweetheart.”
Although fuck if I wouldn’t like him to.
My cock jerked against my palm, agreeing wholeheartedly. Down, boy.
Sean never seemed to pick up on any of my I-want-to-do-you innuendoes, but he blushed scarlet at the endearment, just like I’d known he would. It was sexy as fuck when he did that, so I’d been slipping them into conversation more and more freely lately even though I knew it wouldn’t amount to jack shit.
As it shouldn’t, because while there would always be another twink to fuck, I knew that lucking into a roommate who had some kind of fetish about pleasing me was a once-in-a-lifetime miracle. And messing up the world’s most perfect living arrangement? Yeah, no. No matter how much my dick begged me to test out just how straight shy little Sean really was, I wasn’t going to risk fucking things up just so I could finally find out whether his ass would fit my dick as perfectly as I suspected it would.
He ducked back into the kitchen, mumbling something about finishing the dishes, and I sighed, letting my head fall against the back of the couch. I wanted him bad, but that was nothing new, so along with another iteration of the don’t-go-there pep talk, I gave my cock a half-hearted stroke and flicked the button on the remote again, landing on some show with dramatic music and shit blowing up.
Mindless and perfect.
I left my hand in my lap but didn’t bother giving my cock any more attention. It was obviously ready to get back into action after the post-spring-break breather I’d been taking, but for real, heading out to find a fast fuck just felt like too goddamn much work after the day I’d had. Two pop quizzes and a brutal workout a buddy of mine had insisted on torturing us both with after he’d caught his girl cheating… I was worn out just thinking about it. Besides, home—a.k.a. the cozy little haven Sean had turned our dorm into—was so damn comfortable, not even the idea of getting off could get me excited to leave now that I’d grabbed a shower and some food and was all settled in on the couch.
Food Sean had had ready and waiting for me when I’d gotten back from the gym.
I grinned, flicking to some true crime show when the explosions started to get boring. There was no question that Sean was hands-down the world’s best roommate. He spoiled the shit out of me, treating me like a king and jumping to do my bidding even before I knew what I wanted half the time. He was so damn attentive, sweet without being annoying, that it had taken me awhile to get it through my head that he really was straight.
Flash back to move-in day:
“Hey sweetheart, I’m Tyson Graham, gay as fuck and all yours for the duration. Mind if I take the room at the end of the hall? Wouldn’t want my guests to disturb you since they tend to get loud when I fuck them.”
When I’d winked, he’d blinked up at me with those big eyes and a mouth that dropped open into a perfect “O”—exactly the right size and shape to fit around my cock—and along with the petal-pink blush that had stained his cheeks, it had been all I could do not to bend him over the overstuffed couch he’d already replaced the threadbare campus-provided furnishings with and see just how loud I could get him to be for me.
Yeah, that’s me. Not much for the art of subtle. I’d figured getting it all out on day one would either rip the Band-Aid off any potential personality conflicts with my new roomie or else set up realistic expectations to avoid those conflicts later. Instead of running scared or ripping me a new one, though—or dropping to his knees and letting me test out my theory about his mouth—sweet little Sean had just stammered out something about how he’d never lived with anyone before, didn’t know any gay people but wouldn’t disturb my guests—blush, blush—and would be-the-best-roommate-ever-he-promised before darting into his room and hiding out for the rest of the