After your roommate interrupted, I figured you would need some time to talk with her before you’d want to be bothered by me. So, instead of sending you a message, I put on my sweats and sit at my desk for a while. I assume you will let me know when you could talk.
I turn on my laptop and pull up Crunchyroll. I’ve been trying to finish some outstanding series and figure while I play some games, I can have that running on my extra monitor. I press play on episode three hundred something of a thousand something and let it run as I browse some games. Porn games, of course.
While my Japanese is getting pretty good, I still have to check the subtitles occasionally to make sure I don’t miss something. Luckily, my games of choice are all fairly laid back. You can play them with just your mouse, a wise design choice considering the content.
After I’ve checked on my harems, collected their dues, and used up all my energy points, my phone buzzes. Lazily, I check, more interested in the fight scene happening, but immediately sit up when I see you’re already able to talk again. Letting the anime run in the background and waiting for my missions to complete, I recline and pull up our chat.
‘Oh.
My.
God!!!!!’
‘What happened?’
…
‘Well first, I hope you have it out, cause this is quite the story.’
‘Okay…’
‘As you probably know, my roommate came back at the absolute WORST POSSIBLE MOMENT!’
‘I assume you were cumming?’
‘Yeah.
Like, so hard.
It was incredible.
I’d been teasing and edging ALL DAY!
I was SOOOO ready to cum.
And I came sooo fast. I didn’t even expect it.
My body just NEEDED to cum.
But of course, she walked in right as I started to cum.’
…
‘You better be jerking it, cause this is the part you should cum to.’
‘I’m okay. What happened next?’
…
‘No, seriously. You need to masturbate right now.’
‘WHAT HAPPENED NEXT?’
…
Tap to view.
Tap.
You took a picture of the floor in front of your door. On the edge, I can see an outfit stripped off and left haphazardly on the chair, but it’s obvious what your photo is about and why you were so flustered and mortified.
A huge spray of squirt stretches from where you were sitting toward and under the door, and I remember the door was open when you came.
…
While you’re typing and dash to my door and open it softly. I don’t know why, but I don’t want you to know I’m checking the hallway.
The hallway between our rooms is wet. All the way to my side of the hall. I take a shaky breath and check my door. From about a foot above the ground, your squirt runs down my door and drips into my room.
I take a quick snap and shut the door silently. At my desk, I read back through your messages before responding.
‘Can you imagine? Soul leaving body’
‘Yeah.’
I send the snap I took and watch it go from delivered to opened.
Not even typing. I give you a minute and then send another message.
‘I don’t have to imagine, as you can see.’
…
Finally.
‘Sorry. My roommate came back and had a suggestion I had to argue against.
I think she might have been messing with me, but either way…’
‘Do you want me to ask about the suggestion?
Or are you going to just tell me what happened next?’
…
‘I hope you’re close to cumming.
I soaked my roommate in my squirt.’
I choke on my own spit as I catch my breath. My cock throbs and leaks pre-cum. I think you’d have been right. If I had been masturbating, that probably would have made me cum.
‘Did you jizz everywhere?’
‘No, I wasn’t even whacking off.’
‘Asshole.’
‘Come on.’
‘No, you cum on!’
… -_-
‘You helped me cum, so now it’s your turn.’
‘I’m okay. Really.
What happened after that?’
…
‘She said I should let her squirt me as payback.
But I think she was half joking/wanting the lesbian experience.
So, I said no. Sorry, not interested.’
‘But aren’t you, though?’
…
‘Not right now!
I’m so embarrassed.
I could just die.’
As I’m typing my message, you ping me again.
‘Actually, that orgasm was to die for. Sticking out tongue’
‘Aren’t you two actually even now?
Since she squirted on you at cheer practice.’
…
‘Oh. You’re right.
…
That slut.
I know she didn’t forget that.
She just wanted to squirt all over me.’
‘Well now, we know where she stands.’
‘Yeah, in my fountain.’
‘Lol’
‘I guess that is good to know.
Now all that flirting and teasing makes more sense.’
‘Does that bother you?’
‘No. It actually makes me more interested, too.’
‘Didn’t you just say ‘Not right now’?’
‘That was earlier.’
‘It was five minutes ago!’
‘You know you want to see and hear about it.
Don’t lie.’
‘Whatever.
It’s getting late.’
‘Don’t think you can get out of it that easily.’
‘Get out of what?’
‘You’re cumming tonight.’
‘I said I’m fine.’
In reality, my balls are aching. My cock could probably explode from the slightest touch, and I could paint the side of a barn, but I loved what we did and what happened, and I don’t need to cum at this point.
‘Cock. Hand. Jerk. Now.’
Really, I don’t need to.
‘I’m going to snap you until you shoot ropes.
When you cum, I want you to record it for me.’
‘Are you serious?’
‘VERY!’
I really don’t need your encouragement, so I whip it out and take it in my hand. I may have a porn game up on my computer, but you are so much better.
‘Okay, cock in hand.’
I snap a quick pic for you.
‘Stop it.
I mean, don’t stop jerking, stop snapping.
You need to focus.’
‘I really don’t need to focus. I’m already so close.’
‘Teehee. Good. I have some snaps from earlier I can send.
Let me know which one takes you over the top.’
Tap to view.
Tap to view.
Tap to view.
Tap to view.
Tap to view.
Tap to view.
You really want me to cum. I stroke myself gently as I check your snaps. They’re all pictures from throughout the day.
The first is a simple photo of your legs spread out under your covers where I can see your white lace g-string is wet and your purple sheets show a huge dark spot between your thighs. The caption reads: Woke up soaking wet. Sticking tongue out, water droplets.
The second is a photo in the bathroom mirror, fogged, but still clear enough to see you covering your breasts with one arm and hand. Your nether regions are hidden behind the mist.
The third almost sets me off. You’ve taken a POV photo of your black leggings and neon blue thong pulled down around your thighs while you touch yourself in the back of the lecture hall. I can’t see the periphery, but there must not be anyone around for you to do this, because if there were, they would easily see you.
The fourth was clearly taken before we started our call. Obviously, you were playing around and posing because this photo was taken in the mirror on the back of your door, your ass in the air and the phone peeking between your thighs. This makes me wonder how often you, or your roommate, stand just a few feet away, naked and in such compromising positions.
The fifth is the one up to this point I would probably cum to if I’m honest. You managed to snap a pic of your roommate, just after you’d sprayed her with squirt. She’s noticed the phone and is giving you a bit of a glare, but her mascara is starting to run, her beige cashmere sweater is damp and her blue skinny jeans look like she squirted herself.
The sixth you must have just taken of your own pussy, spread wide open by your fingers. Fresh juice glistens on every inch of your flesh, and runs over your taint to your asshole.
Staring at the closeup of your pussy and asshole, I remind myself that you’ve just squirted your roommate, the hallway, and my door from this part of your body. I stroke myself more firmly and feel my orgasm rising. I switch back to our chat and click the camera as I aim myself at the empty room.
I stroke violently as the call connects and make sure my camera is set to my cock and not my face. As my cock head tingles and I feel my balls seize, your camera turns on and I see you… and your roommate!
“Oh, my god.” Your roommate says as she holds a hand over her mouth in shock. You’re both smiling with your jaws dropped and lust in your eyes.
From the moment your camera connected to the moment I start to cum, is two fast strokes. I don’t have time to do anything after I realize you aren’t alone and that I’ve unwittingly made a video call instead of a video recording. And maybe that fact makes it so much easier for me.
“UGH!” I growl as I thrust my hips forward with each shot of cum. I brace my phone and hand against my abdomen, so my cock at least stays square in the video.
“Oh, my god. Look at that.” Your roommate pipes up again. You both are mesmerized by my orgasm, giggling together and fidgeting.
As the crescendo subsides, I realize you each have an arm in front of yourselves, disappearing off-screen. I realize you’re both playing with yourselves while I cum.
The ecstasy returns. I continue to hold my sheathe back tightly, my cock head purple and oozing. I throb. I tingle. I cum again. Short, watery shots drop onto the floor as you both freeze in wonder. None of us have probably ever seen a guy cum twice so quickly.
I stand there, panting, and keep my grip on my cock. Both of you bite your lips and sigh. Then, realizing what just happened, you look at each other and giggle. Turning back to the camera, you both smile.
“Thanks for the show, stud.” You say and then you both blow me a kiss before you disconnect the call again.
I let go of myself and drop my phone on my bed. Looking out over my own large spray of cum, it dawns on me.
Fuck, I have to clean this up now.
