"Tell me more about this roommate."
From Create Your Own Story
Dylan closes his eyes as he tries to remember. He smiles huge, obviously enjoying the memory, as you kneel down and start lapping his cockhead.
"He was a little guy... not a gymnast, he was coach's assistant. Smooth, dark hair. I think he was Chinese? He kinda looked like Jet Li."
Suddenly, you realize you know who he's talking about--Kyle Cheng is a born statistician, a perfect coach's assistant, and you have third-period math with him. He does look like Jet Li, and you always thought that was kind of hot. So Kyle likes guys?
Dylan grabs your head, really getting into the memory, fucking your lips now. His cockhead jabs your throat a few times, and your eyes water.
"I'd never been with a guy before, you know? But it was just so fucking hot..."
Even as you pull off his cock, you can see Dylan's eyes glaze over, remembering the way he came for Kyle, and then his cum is shooting out, hard, splattering all over your face. Both of you half-dazed, you try to catch your breath, as Dylan's hot load glistens, running down your cheeks. You grab your shirt, wiping your face off, and then realize you won't be able to put it back on. You offer a half-baked apology about needing a clean shirt and run downstairs and out the door, hopping in your car and heading home.
You can't get Kyle off your mind. Dylan was hot as fuck, but your cock has a new fixation now. You swap your trunks and jeans for your earlier boxers--at least as a tribute to Dylan, since they're the same pair he was wearing--and sweatpants as you try to figure out what to do next.
