Pozzing my asshole roommate

Spermpig · April 25, 2011

I was in my 2nd year of grad school when I found out I was poz.* It was a stressful time for me, and it wasn't made any easier by one of my roommates, Tommy. I had answered a roommate-wanted ad in the local paper. There were three of us sharing a small house off-campus. I figured it would be a good situation, until I discovered that Tommy really didn't care about school. All he cared about was getting drunk and partying with his frat brothers. (Tommy was a 6th year senior and my age). Tommy was the son of rich parents (they bought him the house to live in while at school). He was tall and blond, fairly athletic and decently handsome. He had lots of toys (video games, motorcycle, etc) a few girlfriends, but he never kept them around long. Tommy was also a big, closeted faggot. I'd caught guys seeking out of his room before and I'd run into him at the adult bookstore a couple times. It was just one of our little secrets that we never spoke of.

Anyway, Tommy had a nasty habit of getting trashed. We're talking wasted to the point of blackout. And vomiting. And pissing in the living room. He actually got this drunk a couple times a month. He would come home at like 2 am, crank the Doors on his stereo, throw one of my frozen pizzas in the oven and then proceed to pass out. This was sometimes on the weekdays when I had class the next day. I couldn't count the number of times the smoke alarm went off because of burning pizza. Needless to say, this was not my ideal living environment and I was desperate for the year to be done so I could leave. I was also getting more and more pissed off at Tommy and stressed out by him.

I remember it was midterm time, and I was prepping for exams and working on my thesis (and dealing with being poz). I was in bed one night and I was awakened to hear him start banging around the kitchen. He was making enough noise to wake the whole house. (Thank god our other roommate was sleeping over at his girlfriend's more and more). I heard him go to his bedroom (next to mine) where he turned the TV on at full volume. And it's a porno. All I could hear were the loud moans of some chick having her brains fucked out. I tried to block the sound by putting a pillow over my head, but it was no use. I got up, headed to the kitchen (where I pulled out the pizza out of the oven before it started burning), and then headed to his bedroom to ask him to turn down the TV volume. I knocked on his door a couple of times - no answer, so I walked in. There was Tommy, passed out naked on his bed, face down in a small puddle of vomit, a butt plug in his ass. I walk in and turn down the TV, but I don't turn it off. I was about to, but then I got a very nasty idea. As I said, I was more than a bit pissed off at Tommy and I wanted some revenge.

Even though the porn was straight, the dude was hot and had a huge cock. Watching him pummel pussy was actually getting me hard, so I walked over to Tommy and poked him a few times to see if I could get him to wake up. Nope. Just like usual he was out cold. So I experimented a bit by tugging on his butt plug. Damn, Tommy was a huge fucking bottom! The butt plug was thick as my fist at the base. Gentle tugging wouldn't budge that fucker out of his chute, so, I pulled...hard. I watched his assring dilate and then expel that huge toy onto his sheets. It was so fucking HOT! His lube bottle was on his nightstand, so I lubed up my fingers and started violating his hole with my digits. I must admit it was kinda hot to feel the heat of his raw ass around my probing fingers. And I fingered him hard! Still he didn't wake up. He never moved.

Between the video and fingering Tommy's fuckpucker, I got a raging hardon that I was going to have to do something about. My first instinct was to jack off all over his back. Then I thought, no, I'll cum all over his face, but then I thought that would be leaving sticky evidence everywhere and he'd be able to put two and two together when he woke up in the morning. Which left me just one other option. It was wrong... it was bad... but damn if he didn't sorta deserve it! I was gonna fuck his rich faggot hole and breed his stupid, insensitive ass.

I pulled down my sweats, greased up my 7 incher, climbed gently on top of him, and lined my head up with his hole. I was so turned on and so nervous at the same time. What if Tommy woke up? It would be a bit difficult to explain to him why my dick was in his asshole. But I decided it was now or never and I really wanted to get inside him. So I pushed right on in. The butt plug had done it's job: there was very little resistance as my dick slid inside his hot stinktube. I bottomed out easily inside him, and left it there-- barely daring to breathe. Tommy was still out cold and hadn't moved a muscle, which was kind of a shame. It would have been a bit hotter to have him struggle during my raping of his cunt.

Since I hadn't cum in days. I was really close already. But I wanted to fuck him some before charging his guts. So I got into a pushup position, and slowly pistoned his ass with my rock hard meat. The wet heat of Tommy's raw ass around my cock coupled with the porn was more than I could take. So I sped up, thrust a few more times, and then let my load go. I knew I had a good one saved up. I felt my cock pulse eight or nine times, launching volley after volley of toxic sperm into my obnoxious roomate's asshole. I felt so guilty... and so good simultaneously.

As soon as I was spent, I slipped out of his ass, grabbed the butt plug, lubed it, and shoved it (somewhat roughly) back into his ass. I thought I should leave him just the way I found him... only with a bit of my DNA seeping into his guts. And the butt plug would prevent any from leaking out during the night. Before I headed back to my own bedroom, I bent down and kissed Tommy gently on the cheek and whispered "Have fun explaining the HIV to your parents."

Edited April 26, 2011 by Hotload84