My Penile Romance

"N-no, I n-never spoke to her..." I lied, blinked rapidly, and swallowed hard.

"Prove it then!" Norman said with a snarl, flared nostrils, and holding up his right fist. "Call her and let me ask if she talked to you about it. Do it man, I'm so tired of this shit you put me through."

I stood there frozen in silence as I struggled to figure out a way out of the situation.

"That's what I thought, you lying punk ass little bitch," Norman cursed before holding both of his beefy arms up in the air and shaking his head at me. "For fuck's sake, I am so not in the mood for this right now. Whatever, be a bitch about it. Just know the next step now is me getting you and that girlfriend of yours in the same room. We'll hash this out then. I'm tired of you using her as an excuse." Norman walked into his room and slammed the door behind him causing a loud vibrating thud.

"Fuck," I muttered as a slumped back into the couch and realized my hands were trembling. This was too much. I didn't mind him aggressively hitting on me. But involving my girlfriend. Making her think I was bisexual. That's a bridge too far.

That afternoon I paid a visit to Dr. Thaler's office. "Doc, you got to help me out," I pleaded from the cushy armchair in his posh cozy office. "It's not working out with the new roommate. He keeps trying to put the moves on me. Saying he wants to romance me with his penis or whatever. I'm not comfortable with it."

"I can't stop renting to someone just because they're gay," Dr. Thaler replied with a shrug of his shoulders before relaxing into his computer desk chair. "Has he touched you without your consent?"

I hesitated as I recalled all my interactions with Norman. "Well, no..." I said before quickly continuing, "he has sent me flowers though and he showed his penis to me and asked me to come join him on the couch while he was jerking it."

Dr. Thaler scratched his chin before shaking his head. "I don't see how that violates the lease," he explained. "Look, the last thing I need right now is some complaint from the gay community. It's career suicide at a place like here. Just because your roommate tried to seduce you isn't enough to evict him."

"He said he's served time in prison," I offered in an accelerated tone. "For sexual assault. He's done this sort of thing before."

Dr. Thaler raised his eyebrows and leaned towards me. "When did this occur?" He asked and titled his head.

"Well, uhm, it was like ten years ago," I replied and scratched the back of my neck.

"Look, its illegal for me to refuse to rent to someone because of a previous conviction," Dr. Thaler explained. "If he went to prison, he's served his time and he's entitled to rent a room or apartment now. The lease I had him sign does have a crime free addendum. But it applies only prospectively. He can't be held responsible for past criminal activity but if he does anything illegal in the apartment, he can be evicted."

"So, you're telling me if he had something illegal in the apartment, he would be evicted?" I asked before blinking.

"Yes," Dr. Thaler agreed. "In that circumstance, he would be in violation of the crime free addendum."

When I returned to the house, Norman's jeep wasn't there. Carefully, I twisted the metal knob of the door to his bedroom. It wasn't locked. I cracked the door open and peered inside. No one was inside the room. I opened the door and turned the light on. With my jaw set, brow furrowed, my eyes gazed around Norman's room. Focusing on a dresser near the bed, I began shifting through its contents. My hands started pulling out pill bottles which I arranged on top of his dresser. It had to be somewhere. His steroids. Yet none of the bottles I found were labeled with testosterone. All were drugs I've never heard of before.

"Waiting for me in my bedroom," Norman's voice uttered from outside of the room. When I turned, I could see him standing in the doorway, a smirk on his face, and his bulky arms crossed across his hard chest. "Have you finally accepted my romance proposal?" His eyes focused on the pill bottles arranged atop his dresser and the smirk on his face shifted into a frown. "What the fuck!? Were you going through my things?"

"I-I was just looking for something..." I tried to explain but no rational elucidation came to mind.

"Bullshit, get the fuck out of my room bitch," Norman angrily snarled.

I returned to my bedroom only to be followed by Norman a minute later. He was clutching a cell phone in the leathery palm of his thick right hand. "Benny, is it true you entered Norman's room when he wasn't home and went through his things?" the voice of Dr. Thaler asked through the cell phone's speaker.

"I-I was looking for steroids," I explained before clearing my throat and biting down on my lower lip. "Doc, I swear..."

"Norman, do you have illegal steroids in the apartment?" Dr. Thaler asked through the cell phone speaker.

"Doc, I haven't lifted with gear in years," Norman responded while shaking his head at me. "The only stuff I take these days is to improve my performance in the bedroom. I'm not on T. And all my medicine is by doctor's prescription and completely legal."

"Well Benny," Dr. Thaler said. "I'm afraid you've violated the crime free addendum. I have no choice but to evict you from the home. It's a crime. To go into someone else's room and go through their things."

"Hold on Doc," Norman interrupted. "It's my rights that were violated here. Let me see if I can work things out with Benny. I think we can reach an agreement between one another that will resolve this without Benny being evicted. Just give me the chance to talk to him. If we can't work it out, I'll reach back out to you."

"Ok, yes," Dr. Thaler agreed. "I think I'd prefer you to work it out with one another if possible. If not, let me know."

Norman smirked at me as he hit the end call button. "I'm so glad you did that little bro," he taunted me, flexed his beefy arms and wet his lips. "Now I finally have the leverage to seal this deal with you. You've got no choice but to accept my romance proposal now. We're going to have such a wonderful time tonight. Trust me, I'm a very passionate man."

My chin trembled, eyes moistened, and shoulders slumped. There was no way around it anymore. I was going to have to let him have his way with me. "O-ok..." I relented. "H-how is this going to work? Do I need to... get on my knees?"

Norman shook his head. "I've waited too long for this," he remarked. "I want to do it right and proper. Make everything as romantic as possible. We're both going to get nice and clean, showered, and prepped. Hold on a second." Norman left my room only to soon re-emerge holding a bag. "Here take these into the bathroom and get ready for our hot night together."

I pulled one of the items out of the bag. It was a set of pink razors. "Uhm, these are women's razors?" I asked as I squinted at the packaging.

"It's all they had at the store," Norman responded with a shrug of his shoulders. "Razors are razors. Don't worry about it bro. It'll be our little secret. Go and shave all your body hair off. It will be way more romantic with you being all clean and smooth for me."

"Why do you want me to be smooth for you?" I asked and tilted my head to the side.

"Look, I said I want to romance you," Norman explained. "Not the other way around. Just let me make all the decisions tonight. All you must do is follow my orders, don't question me, and let me give you what I have to offer. Everything will work better if you just go along with what I have planned instead of trying to fight me on everything. So go apply the items I gave you while I get things ready for us."

I took a bath and shaved all the hair off my legs, arms, and chest using the women's razors. After my warm bath, I toweled off and returned to my room where I rummaged through the bag he had given me. There was a fragrance bottle. I sprayed a small amount in front of my face. It was sweet and floral smelling. Like a woman's perfume. Not something a man would normally wear. Maybe he gave me the wrong thing by mistake? I remembered he told me to just follow his orders and not question him, so I went ahead and applied the sweet scent generously to my shaved body.

The final item in the bag was a pair of baby blue underwear. At first, I assumed it was female underwear. However, when I slipped it on, I could feel that it had cozy little pouch for my cock and balls. This was clearly designed for a man's body. The back of the underwear was a skimpy thong that caused my curvy ass cheeks to hang out on display. Clearly this underwear was intended to be worn by gay men who want to show off their asses. The thought of wearing this in front of him made my stomach knot and ribs squeeze. At the same time, the fabric and design were much more comfortable than the boxers I normally wore. I could see myself wearing this around the house just to keep comfortable.

"Everything's ready for our romantic night together," I heard Norman's voice yell from his room.

When I entered his room, my mouth fell open and eyebrows raised up. The lights were turned off and once again he deployed crackling candles to illuminate the room. There were even flower petals on the bed. For all the macho bravado this man displayed, I couldn't believe how much his idea of a romantic night accorded with what I'd expect from a teenage girl. Norman himself was seated in an armchair holding a glass of scotch dressed in a velvet bathrobe. I expected he would want to wear something that showed off more of his big muscles. I supposed I'd see them soon enough, however. "Uhm, where do you want me?" I asked, looked away from him, and rubbed my right forearm with my left hand.

"You can get on your knees over by my chair here," he directed, smirked, and chuckled. "One more thing. For the rest of tonight. I want you to call me what you did when we first met. Address me only as daddy."

I kneeled on to my knees next to him in the armchair. "Of course, daddy," I agreed. My hands were trembling.

"Here, you look like you could loosen up a bit," Norman said nodding towards an end table next to him where another glass of scotch was sitting.

I picked up the glass and sipped some of Norman's expensive scotch. It tasted smokey in my mouth and burned the back of my throat. It was rich and tasty although I'm not sure it was worth the $800 he had spent on the bottle.

"I need a new name for you too," Norman pondered. "Something sexier than little bro. I know, I'll call you cupcake. Ok cupcake, reach into daddy's robe and look for the big present he has for you."

God this was so cheesy. Why couldn't we just fool around like normal gay guys would? I guess this is his idea of romance. I reached into his bathrobe. My hand wrapped around his long girthy cock. It surprised me how hard it felt in my hand. Much denser than my own penis. It was warmer than I expected. I felt my hands moisten as I stroked up and down the shaft.

"Only the best for my little cupcake," Norman smirked before sipping from his scotch glass. "Let's make this easier on you." He set his glass on the end table next to him and pulled open his bathrobe, discarding it to the side of him. In doing so he revealed to me his body. The bulging hard muscles, slightly protruding gut, and his huge, fat cock and large wrinkly balls.

My stomach tingled and mouth felt dry. I swallowed, widened my eyes, and inhaled shallow breaths. God, he is so much bigger than me. Those muscles, he could pin me down and do whatever he wanted to me. There would be nothing I could do. There would be nothing stopping this huge penis of his. I squeezed the shaft with my hand, and it felt so powerful in my palm. I realized it was in my best interest to do whatever Norman tells me to do. I needed to play along with his perverted romance fantasy to keep him nice and happy.

"Everything ok?" he asked as he carefully studied me with his eyes.

Fuck, I couldn't let him see how vulnerable and weak I was compared to him. I tightened my jaw and lied, "Everything's fine daddy. I'm so excited for this present. It's so big and hard." My mouth watered as I stared intensely at his thick pole. As my hand glided back and forth, I could see a bit of precum ooze out the tip of its fat mushroom head.

"See what you did their cupcake?" Norman asked with a knowing grin and gleam in his eyes. "You made a mess on daddy's present. Go ahead and clean it up dear. You really should be more careful. Clean it with your mouth. You've been doing such a good job so far cupcake. Lick the nasty cum off my fat prick."

This didn't seem romantic at all. More like he was treating me like his gay little bitch. If I did this for him, it would only signal to him that I'd do literally anything he told me to. "Silly daddy, I'm not that type of boy." I responded hoping he would drop the subject.

"You'll do as I say, or I will push you to the ground, hold you there, and shove my fat cock in your mouth and rub it into the back of your throat myself," he said with flared nostrils as his meaty hands formed into fists. "And then I will give you the worst spanking you've had in your life."

I swallowed hard. As my body trembled, I leaned towards his fat veiny penis, and I did as he said. The cum was all sticky and tasted salty in my mouth.

"That's right cupcake, no spitting it either," Norman ordered. "Now take that nasty mouth of yours and service my fat cock with it. Nothing more romantic than a wet, sloppy blowjob."

I closed my eyes and slowly swallowed his cum. I couldn't believe I just did that. I hope that's not how he wants to end the night. Him blowing an entire load in my mouth and forcing me to swallow it. His balls are huge. His orgasms probably produce giant wads. My eyes open and I see his big cock in front of me. "Uhm... daddy, is this just a one-night thing?" I asked.

Norman snorted before smirking at me. "Of course not, cupcake," he answered before chuckling. "A romance is not a one-night thing. It continues over time. Basically, you're going to give me sex whenever I want it. My libido is very high, and you literally live in the room next door to me. You might as well get used to sucking daddy's cock. Because you're going to be doing it a lot from now on."

He was right. I didn't like the idea of sucking his cock. But I did agree to let him romance me. It was in my best interest to find a way of enjoying it. I opened my mouth and began sucking on the fat mushroom head of his cock. I expected a strong taste, but it only had a slight musky, sweaty taste. I could actually smell it more than I could taste it oddly enough. As I bobbed my head back and forth across his fat schlong, I thought that this wasn't bad at all. I could get used to giving him blowjobs so long as he didn't cum in my mouth. Sure, it was kind of gay that I was slurping on some bigger man's veiny prick, but I was just doing it to avoid getting evicted.

"Slow down cupcake, it's not a race," Norman directed as he sipped from his scotch glass. "Take your time and go slowly. Make every round up and down the best and most sensual that it can be. You're going to be doing this a lot, so I need to train you how to do it the right way."

I did as he said and slowed down the pace at which I sucked him. I closed his eyes and tried to focus only on the sensation of his warm cock inside of my wet mouth. As I wrapped my tongue around his girthy pole I could feel it vibrate slightly as I moved my face slowly up and down his penis. I breathed in his sweaty musky and masculine smell, and I felt a weird sense of peacefulness inside of me. Like I was fulfilling some noble duty by doing the best job I could sucking the cock of a bigger and stronger man then me.

"Ok cupcake, it's time for you to play with daddy's big balls," Norman directed. "Use all five senses. Make sure each of my balls goes inside of your mouth. Don't be afraid to be extra nasty when you're doing it. It's time to suck on my sweaty balls, cupcake."

I released my roommate's large cock from my mouth and grabbed it with my left hand pulling it back towards his protruding gut. He must want the satisfaction of watching me suck on his gross testicles. Not much I could do about it though. At this point I pretty much had accepted that I was now Norman's gay slave bitch.

I moaned as I closed my eyes and rubbed the left side of my face against Norman's wrinkly nutsack. God, even his balls felt dense and powerful. They smelled very musky and masculine. One by one, I sucked each into my mouth one at a time. They did not taste much different than his long shaft. Just wrinklier and a little stronger taste. I remembered he wanted it extra nasty. "I love your big balls daddy," I complimented. "Next time you're horny, feel free to come into my room. I'll suck on your sweaty balls while you jack off on my face." Holding his shaft against his stomach still with me left hand, I stuck my tongue out and traced it the entire length from the bottom of his thick ballsack to the mushroom headed tip of his girthy cock.

"Wow cupcake, that was so romantic," Norman praised as a relaxed smile spread over his face. His chin lifted and his head nodded. "More of that and you'll soon become daddy's special little boy."

I flashed the man a toothy grin, nodded my head, and flipped my hair back before taking his cock into my mouth and sucking on it.

"Unh, yes, cupcake," Norman complimented, moaned, and then gasped. "That didn't take much training at all. What a great little cocksucker you are. That's a good appetizer. But I'm ready for the entrée. You can spit out daddy's cock and come sit on my lap."

I loudly slurped on his cock one last time before pulling my head back. "Ok, daddy, here let me stand up," I said. As I stood, I felt his strong leathery hands each grip and squeeze my curvy asscheeks as they hung out the back of the skimpy baby blue underwear he had dressed me in.

"You've got the most perfect ass," Norman said as he smirked at me. "I didn't think that I'd ever have ass as good as my cellie. But it looks like tonight's my lucky night. Getting you to the point where you're at now took so long. You were such a little bitch about things. But that's how the world works. The best stuff takes effort. You don't get it for free. But I put the work in. And now I own your ass. I am going to have so much fun pounding you with my big fat penis, cupcake. You have no idea."

"I'm scared daddy," I whined. "You're so big. My ass is a virgin. I've never been romanced with a penis before. And yours is so big and hard. I don't mind letting you do your thing in there. But I'm afraid you'll hurt me. "

Norman shrugged his shoulders. "It's going to hurt, sure," he explained. "But trust me, you'll enjoy the experience once I get you where I need you to be. I made my cellie addicted to my big prick and I can do the same to you. It'll be all you ever think about all the time. You'll never think of romance the same way again." He continued to grope my ass cheeks with his tough hands.

My ribs felt too tight, my eyes looked away from Norman, and I shrugged weakly. "Ok, I guess," I consented. "You can do it. Romance my asshole with your penis. You want me to put a condom on?"

"No condoms," Norman replied. "They ruin the romance. When I fuck a man in the ass, my expectation is that I am allowed to cream his asshole. I'm not wasting a load on a condom. If we fuck or you suck my dick, my load becomes part of your body. No exceptions." He sipped from his cup of scotch.

"That's fair," I said. "It's my first time so maybe it's good that I get the... full experience. Ok daddy. Let's do this. Fill this little cupcake with your thick cream." I couldn't believe I just said that. He was even getting me to say this stupid stuff now.