If you haven’t read the first DRM-Free, I highly suggest you do: here. It’ll give you more context about the world in which this entry takes place.
Darius entered the apartment and rested his shoulder-bag on the table by the door. He tapped the side of his headset and a few notifications popped into his field of vision, one at a time he dismissed them: there was a message from his mother and a charge to his account for last night’s takeout.
He put away the last of the notifications as he walked down the hall. He knocked on the wall to attract his roommate’s attention. The other guy looked up.
“Oh, hey. What’s up?” his roommate asked laconically.
Liam was exactly the kind of guy who you’d expect to find jerking off in the living room of a shared apartment with porn playing on the big screen. That is to say that Darius wasn’t too surprised to find him with his shorts around his ankle, both legs spread, reclined on the couch with a wet fist around his thick cock and his heavy balls resting casually on Darius’s leather couch.
“Not much. What’s up with you?” Darius asked in return.
Liam made a blasé face and shrugged. “Just whacking it. Want me to stop?”
“Nope, you’re good. You don’t have to be decent until dinner.”
“No takeout tonight?” Liam asked, his eyes has drifted back to the tv and his fist again found its rhythm. His dick was red and shiny. He’d probably been at it for some time. On the screen a blond woman was being fucked by a trio of guys taking advantage of her every orifice. She seemed into it.
“I’ve got a fridge full of groceries that’ll go bad. I’ve been way too lazy recently,” Darius said, as he walked into the kitchen, which opened onto the living room and allowed him a view of Liam while he started prepping dinner. He had to adjust himself in his pants, which were getting tighter in the crotch area.
Darius chopped up carrots and onions, mixed a marinade that he proceeded to dump a few chicken breasts into, and started cooking rice. Liam shifted on the couch, spreading his already spread legs wider and scooching down until Darius could almost, almost see his asshole peaking out from his hairy crack. Darius cleared his throat. “So what’d you do today?”
“Not much. Contributed some research data to a biodiversity initiative and I made a new algorithm for this climate change model. Otherwise —” He pointed to his dick with his free hand. “—just this.”
“Sounds fun,” Darius replied.
Liam had what was possibly the finest dick Darius had ever seen. It had girth and length, but it was more than just that. Looking at it made Darius salivate and over the few months that they’d roomed together, he’d had plenty of opportunities.
The kitchen was open, but tucked away behind a high bar so that only Darius’s upper torso was visible to his roommate. So there was no harm, Darius thought, in giving himself a little room to breathe. He quietly unzipped his pants and reached into his boxer-briefs to let his hard-on and balls out. He placed his vegetables and chicken breasts into a casserole dish, spread some cheese over the whole thing, and then put it into the preheated oven. He did all this with his junk bouncing around in front of him to the sound of three men sexually ravaging a woman and taunting her sexually. Underneath that he could hear Liam breathing heavily, but trying to keep quiet. For some reason that made Darius harder.
He watched the screen for a while. One of the men was cumming inside the woman’s ass. It was a vocal orgasm, but not overly done in that fake porny way. Liam’s eyes were glued to the screen and his cock was freshly lubed. Darius started jerking off almost unconsciously. His hand just kind of gravitated to it.
Liam’s ass muscles clenched and unclenched as he jerked off and Darius found himself wondering about his hole, about how warm it was, how tight. He imagined slipping a finger into it. How would Liam respond to that? Would he like it? Would he want more than just a finger? Darius found it hard to imagine that his roommate hadn’t tried it. The kind of guy who would readily jerk off in front of his roommate would have at least fingered himself a couple times.
Darius smelled the rice cooking and the savory-sweet smells of his chicken and vegetables baking. His hand slid over his dick and teased the head. He watched Liam out of the corner of his eyes while his gaze traveled between the porn and the kitchen counter.
He imagined what it would be like to be on his knees maybe, in front of Liam and reaching forward, straining his neck and extending his tongue until it just touched Liam’s hole…
Darius started cumming and he kept his breath steady as he did. He blinked a few times once it was over and tore off a few pieces of paper towel to clean himself up and wipe his spooge off of the floor.
“Did you make a mess in there?” Liam asked.
“Yeah,” Darius answered. “Nothing major. A little spill.”
Darius tossed the towels in the trash and went to check on the chicken in the oven. Darius could hear Liam breathing heavier now. He was probably getting close…
There was a knock on the door and Darius instinctively double-tapped his headset.
His apartment went quiet. Liam was gone — disappeared to whatever liminal space that digital companions go to when dismissed — and the television was off. Darius answered the door and his girlfriend, Melanie was standing there with a bottle of wine.
“I hope I’m not late,” she said, and kissed him on the cheek.
“Nope. You’re right on time. Dinner’s almost done.”
Her eyes lit up. “You’re cooking? Seriously?”
“I am,” he said. “I got home early and I didn’t have anything else to do.”