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Like every other morning, Nick Miller woke up slowly and yawned, stretching like a cat. His dark brown eyes blinked trying to adjust to the light shining through the blinds. What time was it? Early. Way too early. Decided to sleep another couple of minutes, Nick closed his eyes and turned around, when he suddenly felt something that made him change his mind. Realized what it was, Nick opened his eyes wide and threw the bed sheets away from himself, finding a huge tent in his boxers. The fussy pout on his face turned into a dirty grin.
He was wearing nothing but those tight boxers and a pair of Winston's socks. Thrown his head back against the pillow, Nick slid his hand slowly across his hairy chest and down to his bulge, rubbing it through the fabric. Fuck... It was already completely hard... He couldn't hold a moan. God bless morning wood, the only thing capable of turning a grumpy Nick into a less grumpy Nick.
As he kept stroking himself through the boxers, Nick raised his left arm and sniffed his hairy armpit, inhaling at the top of his lungs. Mmm... Fucking hot... He hadn't taken a shower for three days and he had started to stink just like he liked. Just like a man. Now completely awake and impatient to release, Nick put his legs down the bed, sitting up straight, and listened. There was silence behind the door of his bedroom. No pin dropped. Slowly and silently, Nick walked to the door and opened it just enough to peek with one eye. Nobody was around. Perfect. Quietly, Nick threw the door open and walked out, heading for the kitchen. It was time for a good coffee.
Nick Miller loved coffee. Black, sweetened, filtered, decaffeinated, he didn't care as long as it was coffee and it was added with a secret ingredient. Cum. His cum. He couldn't tell how or when he had started drinking it, but since he was in college, he hadn't gone a day without a cup of his creamy coffee, as he called it. Nobody had ever known about this kink of his, not even Schmidt that had lived with him for a lifetime. Nick had always been very careful not to be caught. He used to make his coffee, pour it in a cup and then lock himself in the bathroom to... season it. Then, he liked to come out of the bathroom and drink it in front of his unsuspecting roommates, like nothing had happened. It turned him on so badly.
Gotten to the kitchen, Nick made a cup of instant coffee and looked around. Nobody was there, just him and the strong scent of roasted coffee, filling his nostrils. His cock twitched. Damn... He was so hard that it hurt. He couldn't take it anymore. Grabbed his cup of coffee, Nick rushed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He was so horny and sexually hungry that in no time his boxers were down to his knees and his right hand was wrapped around his aching cock. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he turned to the mirror. Back to college days, Nick had accidentally found out the beauty of masturbating while staring at his own reflection and since then, he hadn't been able to do without. He liked watching his muscles contract as he touched himself... Watching his big cock be squeezed tight in his tough hand and his face expression when he came...
His dick was quite long, about 7,5 inches, and thick with two balls big as two meatballs, all covered with a deep forest of dark hair. As he kept working his cock, moving his right hand up and down, Nick used his left one to reach his hard nipple and play with it, pinching and pulling it, softly. He couldn’t help but let out a low groan.
“Nick? Is it you?” A voice echoed into the bathroom. Nick's eyes widened. That sounded like Schmidt's voice. But, how was it possible? Nobody was in the bathroom. There was just- Nick's heart skipped a beat when he realized. He wasn't alone. Schmidt was in the shower. A few steps from him. With nothing but a shower curtain between 'em. How horny must he have been not to hear the shower working? Nick mumbled some incomprehensible noises, not knowing what to say. “Hey Nick, I know you're there. Don't you dare scare me, Psycho!”
“Yeah... No... I... The door wasn't locked... I-I didn't know the bathroom was occupied” Nick managed to say, stuttering. He was paralyzed. He didn't know what to do. Well, he knew what to do. He needed to put his boxers back on and get the hell out of there, before Schmidt caught him. Yes, that's what he needed to do. Nick looked down to pull up his underwear and realized his hand was still on his hard cock, jerking. His whole body had frozen but his hand. It hadn't stopped a second to move, in fact, it had started to move faster and... It felt good. It felt fucking good. He couldn't stop it. He didn't want to. Not now. “Hey Schmidt, since I'm already here, do you mind if I take a pee?”
"Nah, no problem bro. But don't flush or the water in the shower gets cold. Fuck. It's been years since I asked the landlord to fix it but-” Schmidt replied relaxed as he started talking about pipes and boiler, but Nick had already stopped listening to him after the first sentence. He was too busy admiring himself in the mirror while pumping his cock, merciless. Damn... It was a really good show. Nick kept speeding up his movements while rubbing his hairy chest. Another moan escaped from his lips. “Nick, are you listening to me?”
“Yeah, yeah, of course. I totally agree with you” Nick replied, forcing his voice to remain steady, despite the fact that he was getting overwhelmed by jolts of pleasure. Schmidt seemed satisfied by his roommate's answer and immediately started talking again. In the meanwhile, Nick had wrapped his left hand around his shaft and moved his right one to his purple dickhead, rubbing his thumb across the wet tip and playing with the slit, which was leaking precum. Fuck... He was close... Very close... Nick stopped stroking himself to rather thrust into his fist as he brought his right hand fingers to his mouth and licked 'em off, tasting his precum. Mmm... Saltyish... As he felt his orgasm building up, Nick lost control of himself and began to grunt, loudly. “Fuck, yeah! Fuck, yeah! Fuck, yeah!
“Nick? Is everything alright? You ok?” Schmidt asked, worried from the shower.
“Yes, yes! I'm... ok. No, better than ok!” Nick gasped, breathless. He felt so good that for a second he had forgotten Schmidt was in the bathroom too. Biting his lips, Nick tried to keep his panting controlled, which was getting more and more difficult. Then, after one last thrust, he let go of his straining erection and reached for the cup of coffee on the sink in front of him. Aiming his cock, Nick began to shoot his load straight into it, moaning. Three... Four... Five squirts of thick, tasty spunk. “Oh, God...”
Nick panted and whined, looking in the mirror as he kept stroking himself through the orgasm, milking the last drops of cum left. He was such a mess. A hot mess. His face flushed... His lips parted... His hair soaked in sweat... Damn. He looked so animalistic.
Smirking, Nick slipped his cock into the cup and spun it around in circles to stir the coffee. The brew was still warm, but not too hot. It was perfect. Nick wished he could have stayed like this forever, but the sound of the shower turning off, brought him back to Earth. Shit. Schmidt had finished his shower and was about to get out from one minute to the next. In a flash, Nick put down the coffee cup on the sink and ran to the toilet bowl, pretending to pee. The shower curtain opened and a wet Schmidt got out with just a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Hey, I thought you had gone. How much water have you drunk? Anyway, was it you making those strange noises?” Schmidt asked, heading to the mirror. Nick hesitated. What was he supposed to say? Schmidt wasn't stupid. He knew what he had done. Maybe he should have just come clean. Schmidt was a guy too, after all. He surely knew about certain needs to fulfill. But even with all that, Nick still felt embarrassed. Swallowing hard, he pulled up his boxers and slowly turned to his roommate. He didn't know what to say. Well, this couldn't get much worse, right? Instead, once he had turned around, Nick realized it could have gotten worse and that it had gotten. In front of him there was Schmidt. Sipping his coffee. Nick's jaw dropped. “What?”
“That's... That's my coffee...” Nick whispered, shocked.
“Yeah, I know. Sorry. I'm late and I don't have time to make some for me. Hope you don't mind” Schmidt explained, taking another sip. Nick smiled politely but inside he screamed. Hope you don't mind. Of course he minded. It was his coffee. His creamy coffee. “Is there some spices in it? It tastes weird”
“Weird?” Nick repeated, gulping.
“Yeah, it's salty and there's a bitter aftertaste, but it's good. Weird-good” Schmidt said, drinking it all in one shot. Nick tried to look natural, but it wasn't that easy. Specially when Schmidt looked in the mirror and licked off the coffee mustache from his face. Nick felt his cock hardening again. “Ok. Good. Now I have to go. Ah, remember to flush before you leave and for God's sake, Nick. Take a shower! You're smelling like a wet dog and honestly you also look like one. Isn't it time to shave? Anyway, the coffee was great. Thanks”
“You're welcome” Nick replied as Schmidt unlocked the door and left the bathroom in a hurry. He stood motionless for a few seconds trying to realize what had just happened. Well, he had masturbated in the bathroom with Schmidt in the shower and his roommate had drunk his cum. Perfect.