Discovering Myself & My Roommate
06 May 2025
Why was finding a place to live such a phenomenal pain in the ass?
I was on my phone, scrolling through the usual suspects (Flatmates.com, Facebook Marketplace, Fairy Floss, blah blah blah), hoping that I wouldn’t need to renew for another week here. I’d finally saved enough to move out of the backpacker hostel I’d called home for a month and I was ready to leave behind my creaky bunk bed and the overcrowded bathroom I was sharing with a revolving door of strangers. I wasn’t sure if it was this hard for locals, but so far, everywhere I’d looked was out of my budget, too far from my new job, or already had too many people in the sharehouse (and honestly, I’d had enough of the crowded dorm life for good). My finger swiped past a female-only listing, and another looking for someone who worked standard 9-5 hours before I came to a stop, hovering my finger over a listing for an apartment in a suburb I didn't think I'd be able to afford, not far from where I’d found work as a dockhand.
URGENT LEASE TRANSFER, AVAILABLE FOR YOU TO MOVE IN ASAP
My housemate moved back overseas and ya boi can’t afford this place on his own 🙏 🙏
Whats in it for you:
THE ROOM:
3sqm with built-in wardrobe, comes furnished with a queen bed and some shelves because my housemate couldnt take them. Theres a nice big window to let in natural light in the morning and some blackout curtains in case youre a gremlin who likes the dark lol
THE HOUSE:
2 bedrooms, 1 shared bath apartment on the 3rd floor with a great balcony view of next doors concrete wall 🤙🤙🤙 Still, cheaper than average rent for the area and the water is less than 10min walk away! 🌊
The living room is fully set up with a big tv, netflix, a ps5 (sorry xboxers) with some co-op games, and a couch thats comfy enough to fall asleep on after a night at the local pub if you dont make it to bed (and if you dont take the couch, chances are i will)
THE HOUSEMATE:
Dylan, 29, professional chef who usually takes the night shift so if youre an early riser we might only bump into each other when youre on your way out and im on my way back in
Not a clean freak but not a slob either so im looking for someone who is also neither, otherwise we will both be miserable. I like gaming, cooking, throwing the occasional party, and im getting back into gym so i wouldnt mind a workout buddy!
I scanned the rest of the listing. It was in my price range because it wasn't a sparkling high-rise with an ocean view like most of the other available properties in the area, but rather, a smaller building that was pretty much boxed in by the other taller buildings. I flicked through the photos. The room looked a damn sight nicer than where I was currently staying, though the only ‘view’ to speak of was of the concrete wall Dylan had mentioned. Dylan himself sounded alright, and while I wasn't thrilled to still have to share a bathroom, it was better to share with one stranger than a dozen.
And I guess if I was living with him, he wouldn't even be a stranger after a while, I thought to myself as I tapped a button to send my profile and an expression of interest to the real estate agent who would be taking care of the inspections and paperwork. Guess we'll just have to see if they get back to me.
*****
Barely two days had passed before the real estate agent reached out to set up an inspection. I got the sense they were quite desperate to be rid of the listing. Dylan was at work during my visit, but I figured he was probably a tall, chubby blonde guy in glasses based on a few Polaroid photos that were stuck to the fridge, showing him with his arms around various people at a house party, wearing multiple pairs of sunglasses simultaneously, and laughing among his friends. Seemed like a good enough bloke to have as a roommate.
“Well Matthew, if you like the place, we can send through the paperwork later this afternoon. You can move in as soon as you’ve signed and paid the lease transfer fee, plus bond, which is two weeks’ rent,” the real estate agent said crisply at the end of a rather rushed tour. “There’s no lift in the building so if you’re bringing lots of things with you, we can offer moving services for an extra cost.”
“Just Matt is fine, and thanks, but I’m a light traveller, I’ll manage on my own,” I replied politely but firmly. I was prepared for the bond cost, but the lease transfer fee was going to suck, and I wasn’t about to pay more for anything if I could avoid it.
“Or I could show you something with a lift,” she continued breezily, clearly not listening to a word I'd said. “Somewhere a little…nicer? Perhaps with a better view than this?” she said hopefully, gesturing to the plain grey slab of concrete outside the balcony window.
“Um, no thanks. Could you tell me what Dylan is like?”
“Hmm? Oh, the current tenant. He seems reliable enough, he's never been late on rent. Keeps the place in okay condition, though he could afford to be a bit neater,” she said, eyeing a single plate that was sitting in the sink.
“I mean personality-wise,” I responded. It'd be nice to know if the roommate relationship’s going to be a good fit since we'll be living together.”
“Sorry, I don't know him personally, I’m a…recent addition to the team that manages this property.” She sniffed once, then flicked her curly ponytail back over her shoulder before forcing a smile. “Are you sure I can’t interest you in somewhere more like…the rest of this neighbourhood?”
I just shook my head. Disappointed, she fished an iPad out of her oversized handbag and tapped the screen a few times. I heard the *whoosh* sound of an email being sent and my phone buzzed in my pocket.
*****
Moving day arrived so fast that I’d barely had time to pack, and even though I wasn’t bringing any heavy furniture, the prospect of traipsing up 6 flights of stairs with my huge backpack and duffel bags with my short, lean frame was not ideal. Dylan hadn’t been in touch, though the agent had said on inspection day that she would forward my contact details to him. I didn’t even know if he’d be home when I got up there, but there was nothing to do but start the journey. I tightened my grip on both of my bags, the fraying nylon handles already biting into my hands as I struggled up the steps.
“Whoa, lemme give you a hand there, dude!”
A booming voice rang up to the first landing where I’d stopped to catch my breath. A tall blonde man was bounding effortlessly up the steps, taking them two at a time with his long legs. His friendly smile reached his warm hazel eyes, which regarded my blue ones with polite interest.
“Hey, if you’re moving in, I don’t suppose you’re…Matt?” he said to me as he reached the landing.
“Uh, yeah, I am!” I held out my hand for him to shake. “I guess you’re Dylan?”
“Yep,” he said, shaking my hand. “Sorry I haven’t messaged, I’ve been sleeping during the day since I’ve been working a lot of nights, and I feel bad texting peeps in the middle of the night.”
“I-it’s no problem.”
Dylan was wearing a loose tank top with shorts and was rippling with muscles all over. I couldn’t help but watch his biceps bulge a little as he scooped up my duffels like they weighed nothing—if he was only just ‘getting back into gym’, he was making incredible progress. He was so much bigger than me, though I was naturally a small guy.
“You, um…you look different from the photos on your fridge,” I stuttered as I followed him up the next set of steps, my thumbs under the straps of my backpack.
“Oh, you saw those?” he replied over his shoulder. “Those are old, man, they’re from when I still wore glasses! Ah well, just gotta throw another party, make new memories, put some new photos up on the fridge. Maybe at your housewarming, if you wanna throw one together?”
“Sounds good to me,” I puffed. Being shorter than average, my backpack was bumping uncomfortably below my butt, but I had a great view of Dylan’s butt and well-toned thighs to keep me going as they flexed with every step he took.
Careful Matt, roommate relationships are the definition of shitting where you eat, I warned myself mentally as Dylan shifted both bags into one hand so he could slide the key into the front door. You don’t even know if he’s into guys! I shook my head and tried to clear my thoughts as we walked to my new room.
“Is here okay?” Dylan put my bags down at the foot of the queen bed. “Don’t worry, sheets have been washed and all that,” he said, nodding to the charcoal bedspread.
“I wasn’t worried until you said anything about it,” I teased, slipping my pack off with a relieved grunt.
Dylan chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Welcome to the house, my dude. I’ll let you get unpacked.”
The housewarming party with both of our friend groups eventually came and went a few weeks later, and Dylan and I settled into a comfortable friendship, eventually becoming gym buddies, which was a highly rewarding arrangement for me—I wasn’t gaining much muscle but peeping on Dylan was a lot easier when I could pass it off as ‘checking his form’, and the gym was lined with mirrors all around the walls, giving me plenty of angles to check him out from when he posed and flexed and took his gym selfies. There were plenty of moments in the locker room and showers where I had to tear my gaze away from his chiselled body dripping either with sweat or water, but even if he caught me staring, it wouldn’t have mattered—his attempts to have secret sex with girls while I was home weren't quiet enough for the thin walls to muffle, so I guess that cleared up whether he was gay or not.
It had been a couple of months since I’d moved in and I was enjoying having the house to myself for the night since Dylan was at work. I was jamming to some music while taking care of my to-do list of chores around the house and the dryer had just finished with the laundry. I sorted through our mixed items and threw mine haphazardly into the drawers of my closet, but when I came back out of my room, I couldn’t just leave all of Dylan’s clothes strewn over the couch. I paired his socks and folded each item back into the laundry basket before sending him a text asking where he wanted me to leave it.
Youre the best! came the response. Just leave it in my room, cheers 🤙
I walked into Dylan’s room, the smell of sex still lingering slightly in the air. I plonked the basket of laundry on his bed and was about to leave, but the glow of his laptop screen distracted me. A paused video playback bar was visible on the screen, as was the video’s title:
POV: stretching out a tight twink cutie at the gym after hours
Was Dylan jerking off to gay porn? Maybe he was bi. I looked over my shoulder even though I knew I was alone. Curiosity got the better of me, and I scrolled up to see the video and saw a still frame in portrait orientation of an extremely lean guy with pale skin and dark, pointy nipples laying back on a bench press, his ankles tucked under the crossbar so that they were practically beside his head. He was naked except for his shoes and tall socks that reached his knees. His face was contorted into a look of pure ecstasy while an enormously thick cock lay half-nestled inside his ass, pulling the opening taut between his cheeks. The twink’s own cock looked like it was the same size as mine, about 6 inches when hard, and it was hovering over his flat stomach, drooling sticky, clear pre-cum all over himself.
Come to think of it, the cock wasn't the only thing that looked similar to mine. The twink’s hair was the same colour as mine, and it was even a similar style. Was this Dylan’s type? Was I Dylan’s type? I suppose I was pretty much a twink because try as I might in the gym or the kitchen, my body just didn’t want to put on much muscle or fat.
I couldn’t risk Dylan finding out I’d seen what he was watching so I scrolled back down the page to where it had been originally, showing only the progress bar and the video title, and left the room, but not before memorising the video and the premium porn site it was being hosted on. Thank God for free trials.
I went to my room and fired up my laptop, typing in all the details I’d seen on Dylan’s. The video appeared at the top of the results and I hit play.
The video started with the door to the gym opening and lights coming on, illuminating a gym that was clearly closed for the night, followed by the twink arriving and greeting the top who was filming on his phone. The two of them joked about how this was the most comfortable secret sex spot yet. I made a mental note to check out the rest of the videos that had been uploaded by this user, who simply went by Big_D.
The twink undressed down to his socks and shoes, ditching his gym clothes on the floor and showing off his slim, hairless body and a perky little ass before kneeling in front of the top to suck his dick. Baby-blue eyes stared up at the camera while the twink’s tongue lashed and licked and rolled all over the top’s thick and meaty cock, which was cut and about 7 inches long, but almost as girthy as a beer can. Whoever this twink was must have had no gag reflex because even though their mouth was stretched wide, they still managed to take the whole thing into a long deepthroat, burying their nose in the top’s neatly trimmed patch of dark blonde pubes without breaking eye contact with the camera. The top groaned deeply, snaking his free hand into the twink’s hair and gripping it between his fingers as he pushed and pulled his head, thrusting his heavy cock into the twink’s wet mouth, which was salivating like crazy and coating the dick in long, sloppy strands of saliva.
The twink was stroking himself as he sucked and slurped on the top’s dick. I unzipped my pants and lifted my shirt to hold it between my teeth so I could use one hand to play with my nipples, then spat in the other hand so I could slide it all over my dick. I was so hard imagining being in this twink’s position on my knees in front of some Adonis, worshipping a huge cock that could barely fit in my eager mouth. The top was giving all kinds of encouragement through dirty talk while he filmed, and the twink nodded enthusiastically and moaned in response to everything he said:
Damn, that feels good. You really know how to suck cock like a pro, huh?
You like how that tastes? Yeah, I bet. Well it’s all for you, don’t stop, babe.
That’s it, get this dick nice and wet for me. I’m gonna stretch you out so fucking good.
Twinks like you belong on the end of my cock, don’t you agree, slut?
Fuck, you look so cute with my fat dick in your mouth. I wish you could see yourself right now. Oh wait, you can!
The camera moved to show the pair reflected in the mirrors along the gym wall, revealing the top’s incredible physique and emphasising how he towered over his twink. The top held the phone in front of his face, but I could see he was blonde, with the arms of some black glasses peeking out from behind his phone. He pulled some cheeky poses to show off his arm definition for the camera while the guy at his feet continued to work both of their cocks, now while looking at himself in the mirror.
I hit pause, my dick still in my hand. I leaned in closer and zoomed in on the screen.
Was that…Dylan?
No way. It couldn’t be. The phone didn't look much like Dylan's, but I suppose he could have just taken the case off. The top’s voice sounded a little like his, but the recording quality of an average phone was hardly reliable, plus the gym was echoing with the moaning and wet gagging sounds the guy on his knees was making. The gym itself looked like the one Dylan and I went to, but didn’t all gyms have the same mirrored wall design these days?
And yet, those poses one after the other were so familiar…
I investigated a little in the comments, which contained the usual slew of praise and wishful adoration you’d usually find under a porn video:
what an absolute unit of a prime specimen
They even filmed themselves wiping down the bench after they were done! True king shit right there 💪💪💪
Me and who at my gym?
Damn, those eyes 💙
Where is this gym? Asking for a friend
the only kind of workout im interested in
god I wish that were me with big D, his cock is fucking perfect
Was ‘Big_D’ Dylan? I resumed the video and continued stroking, almost absent-mindedly. I was more focused on finding out for sure what this top looked like.
The camera swung back to the kneeling twink just as the blowjob portion ended. The top told him to get up and lie back on the bench press. The phone was placed with the camera facing up while the top helped the twink fold his legs back behind the barbell so they were trapped, exposing his tight, puckered hole while he lay there, gasping and helpless. As the top moved back into the frame from above, I caught a glimpse of just a corner of his face, but it was enough. It was unmistakably Dylan, wearing his old glasses that I recognised from the photos currently magnetised to the fridge just outside my bedroom door.
So not only was Dylan at least bi enough to be watching gay porn, he was watching gay porn that he had made of himself, with someone who looked like me, very likely at the gym he had just started bringing me to, and had enough viewers that he was getting paid for it.
I knew I’d be dreaming of this video and the others on Big_D’s profile long after tonight was over. A quick scroll through the others he'd uploaded showed thumbnails of his dick inside a small handful of different guys and girls, and a variety of secret sex locations like picturesque hiking trails, a stunning ocean-view rooftop bar I was sure was near our place, and a public garden.
I was desperate to cum to this video first though, and I watched as Dylan drizzled lube on the sizeable head of his cock before slowly inching it in and out of the twink’s tight ass, whose legs were shaking above him as his shuddering hole began to accommodate Dylan’s impressive girth. Soon, his ass was hungrily taking Dylan balls-deep, his anus gripping and clinging onto Dylan’s cock with every hard and fast stroke, fingers spreading his cheeks wider so the camera could get a clear view of this massive erection pounding a helpless twink’s greedy hole and stretching it into a stunning gape. I imagined Dylan’s cum oozing freely out of this twink’s gaping asshole after he was done, and then that it was my ass Dylan was using, filling me up to the brim with his beautiful, veiny cock and endless hot loads of cum. I felt my balls tightening and then a mighty throbbing sensation as my dick shot rope after rope all over my bare chest. I kept stroking and milking my orgasm, groaning loudly until my balls were completely drained and I was fully spent, covered in the mess I’d made thinking about my roommate’s monster cock, wishing it was a mess he had made for me.
I lay back in my chair, breathless for quite some time, my mind as empty as my balls for the first time in an hour. I could feel my cum cooling and drying in long streaks on my skin; I needed a shower. Maybe I’d come out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel on just as Dylan was coming home and see if his gaze lingered. Was he still at work? Or was ‘work’ tonight him drilling some other lucky boy toy with his thick cock in another secret sex location? Either way, our roommate relationship was about to get a whole lot more interesting…
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