My Japanese Roommate Thanked Me For Teaching Him How To Jerk Off - The Exchange Student Part 6

I didn’t sleep in the dorm for three nights.

I told Ren it was just busy shit — group study, late projects, whatever I could make up. He didn’t push. Just nodded like he always did, quiet and understanding.

But the truth?

I was spiraling.

That night kept playing in my head. The way he stroked me. The way he licked me clean. Like it was nothing. Like it was normal.

I’d come so hard I saw stars — and then just… watched him taste it.

What was I supposed to do with that?

I didn’t feel straight. I didn’t feel gay. I felt like a fucking mess.

Third night away, I was crashed on my friend’s floor, tossing around in a sleeping bag that smelled like weed and socks. My phone buzzed.

Ren
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No message. Just the video.

I hesitated. Opened it.

And my whole world stopped.

He was in our dorm, naked on his bed, face flushed and legs spread. Phone propped up on his desk across from him. The lighting was soft. Like he’d thought it through.

He was jerking off. Slowly. One hand on his cock, the other buried under the pillow like he was pretending it was me.

And he was talking.

“Nate…”

A moan.

“Thank you… for teaching me.”

His breathing got faster. His back arched.

“I didn’t know… I could feel this…”

More moaning. Desperate now. He was rubbing faster, sweat sticking to his chest.

“I like it when you look at me…”

Then a gasp — and cum splashed across his stomach in thick, perfect spurts.

The video ended on his face.

Smiling. Glowing.

Like he’d just passed a final exam.

I went back to the dorm that same night.

Didn’t text. Didn’t knock.

I walked in.

He was already waiting, sitting up in bed in a baggy tee, no pants. Like he knew.

He looked up at me. Quiet. No expression.

I closed the door. Locked it.

We didn’t say a word.

I stripped.

So did he.

And we climbed into my bed like that — naked, side by side, eyes locked. My heart pounding out of my chest.

I reached for him first.

My fingers around his cock. Already hard. Warm and twitching against my palm.

He moaned.

Then he touched me.

His hand on my thigh, sliding up until he was stroking me the same way. Slow. Focused. Careful.

We were so close we were breathing each other’s air.

Then, quietly:

“Can I taste it?”

I nodded.

And that’s when Ren leaned down, lips parting, and took my cock into his mouth.

I shuddered.

It was clumsy, wet, and perfect. His tongue was shy at first, like he was figuring it out moment by moment. But the way he looked up at me — with those eyes, so open, so eager — I could’ve come right there.

I didn’t even ask.

I just grabbed his hips and pulled him toward my face.

His cock was flushed, leaking, begging.

And I sucked him.

Tasted him.

Listened to every moan, every whisper, every Nate… he let slip from his throat.

We sucked each other like it meant something.

Like it was a question and an answer at the same time.

His hands were in my hair.

Mine on his hips.

We came almost together — groaning into each other’s skin, mouths full, moaning with our lips wrapped around each other’s cocks. The taste, the warmth, the intensity — it was overwhelming.

And we didn’t stop.

We held each other after, breathing heavy, our legs tangled under the sheets.

No words.

Just the soft hum of the radiator.

And the weight of what we’d just done.

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Ren rolled onto his side, his fingers tracing little circles on my stomach.

“Nate,” he whispered. “Can we practice… kissing?”