Roommates

can you imagine, you and me, roommates
there's nothing about me that's a secrete
you have proven you have nothing to hide
forgot to tell you ink is my weakness
and yours continuously caught my eye

you're comfortable in your body I see
lounging around in just your under shorts

the day I decided to be gutsy

you in turn wore only a jock support
I cupped your jewels with my hand

you had fallen asleep on the couch
I wanted to do more than fantasize
my nose was only inches from your pouch

my warm breath was instigating a rise

straining against the jocks mesh

I bet your skin would taste sweet on my tongue
there was a stillness in the air, you moved

readjusted, set it loose, damn you're hung

salivation, my way of saying I approve

I could see the glistening of pre cum

you were still asleep, lost in a dream
gently I held you in my hand, squeezing
pulling back the skin I saw the fresh cream

the invitation was more than pleasing

I opened wide and swallowed you down

not long after that you started to moan

hands gently on the back of my head

enjoying the moment of being blown

shot deep down my throat, it's me you fed
I swallowed every last drop and smiled

this became a regular occurrence

I had a special way of relieving your stress

I had become your loyal servant

the best at oral massages I do profess

kind of like roommates with benefits

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