Bunkbed
#10 of One Shots
"Henry finds himself rooming with Richard and realizes that sleeping in a bunkbed has amazing benefits."
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Bunkbed _by RVasil
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Finding a place to live in was expensive, even more so if you were a first year college student like Henry. Like most of his peers, the red dragon had moved out of the town he was in to be closer to the university he'd be studying in. Normally he'd try to stay in the college dormitories available, but the building was being renovated and there were no more vacancies left. As such, Henry was forced to look elsewhere. The university belt thankfully offered a lot of choices, ones ranging from luxury looking apartments, to the more lower class poverty compatible shoddy looking ones.
It was all ultimately decided by the money in your wallet.
Money that Henry didn't have a lot of. His beat up hand me down car was already a headache to maintain and it was a miracle it didn't breakdown when he was driving across the highway. One easy way to offset rent was to look for a roommate, or at least in this case, find someone who was looking for one. It took a bit of Google-Fu but Henry managed to find an individual who seemed decent enough. Stalking on social media can only tell you so much about a person after all.
His name was Richard, a black stallion. He was a college sophomore student. Tall, sturdy, and from meeting him in person, quite friendly. Henry and Richard got along quickly upon meeting each other, and the horse was more than happy to introduce his roommate to where he'd be living.
"The place isn't luxurious but it's pretty decent," Richard said, showing Henry around the place.
The equine's statement put it perfectly. Small but spacious enough; a living room and dining room in one, a bathroom here, and a bedroom over there. "This unit actually has a bunk bed. I'd have the top bunk and you'd have to bottom one. Is that okay with you? Or would you prefer to switch it up every now and then."
Henry thought for a moment. "Switching it up sounds good. Though one question: why is the top bunk two mattresses pushed together whilst the bottom is one big mattress?"
"It was a mailing order mishap by the owner. I've gotten used to it at this point."
"Oh, I see."
To put it simply, having Richard as a roommate was quite the great experience for Henry. For starters, they had different courses. Henry was taking computer science, and Richard was taking Hotel and Restaurant Management. Most of the time Henry was by himself at the apartment, and Richard was doing...whatever it was students from HRM did in the evenings. The dragon was far too busy trying to climb out of the hole the teachers dug for him called homework to even bother, or notice the absence of his roommate. If anything, he appreciated the quiet as it allowed him to code in peace with no disturbance.
The times that they did hangout with one another were the weekends. Henry found out that Richard was a great cook. It saved the dragon from having a terrible diet of takeout. It got to a point where Henry was the test subject for Richard's recipes that he'd be presenting in class.
"What do you think?" the equine asked. "Too much soy sauce?"
Henry, who had no idea what he was eating and quite frankly had an uncultured and untrained taste palette, just shrugged and did his best impression of a judge on a cooking show. "It's..." the dragon twirled his hand around. "It's okay." He smiled. Quite frankly, it tasted amazing. "What do you call this?"
"Chicken Adobo."
Henry nodded, taking another bite of the perfectly marinated synthetic meat. "Will we have leftovers for later?"
Richard thought for a moment. "Probably; I'll have to make another batch and switch up the ingredients."
Henry was forever thankful that his roommate was a chef.
Speaking of things to be thankful for, if there was another thing to be happy about their arrangement, it was Richard himself. The black stallion was a looker, and it was hard NOT to be attracted to him. Henry was gay, and he was definitely gay for Richard. But for the sake of their friendship, he didn't act on it. Richard didn't exactly send any vibes, and he wasn't showing up on Henry's gaydar.
Like with all budding friendships, the topic of relationships eventually popped up and that was where Henry got his answer. "Man, Carol is crazy...you'd have to be equally crazy to stick your dick in someone like that," Henry stated. The two of them were on the couch, watching the newest trendy show to hit the streams: The Tiger King.
"Oh tell me about it," Richard said. "I've had enough experience of that to fill me for the entirety of my lifetime."
"You've stuck your dick in crazy before?" Henry asked curiously.
Richard thought for a moment. "Well not as crazy as her, but notable enough to make me be wary for future relationships."
"What did she do?"
"She was a self proclaimed influencer," Richard answered. "Wannabe gram famous and all that; everywhere we went, she wanted pictures to practically document the entire thing. At first it was nice, but then it became obnoxious. Eventually I realized she was more so bragging about snagging me as a boyfriend than actually being interested in the relationship."
"She treated you like a trophy then."
Richard scowled. "Pretty much. I broke off with her after that. Good thing too."
"Why's that?" Henry's brow rose.
"Last I heard she wanted to sell bath water to her internet followers."
"Yeah...that's rough buddy." Henry tapped him on the shoulder. "Are you interested in getting back into a relationship after that?"
The equine thought for a moment. "Nah, I don't think so. Not being in a relationship has helped me focus on school more. My grades have never been better! If I ever do get lonely, I have the old reliable to help me get through the hardships."
Henry looked at him accusingly. "So that's why the bed was rocking late last week! I thought there was an earthquake."
"You were awake?!" Richard's face lit up red in embarrassment. "Why didn't you tell me?!"
"Why should I?" Henry responded. "You wanted me to join you?" he asked, struggling to keep himself from laughing.
Richard blinked. "No!"
"Well there you go," Henry responded. "And for the record, I didn't see anything."
Richard looked at him skeptically.
"My lips are sealed."
Spring came and went, and soon Summer was knocking on the door. The cool, and chill atmosphere in the apartment eventually became hot and humid. Unlike other apartments however, Henry and Richard's unit didn't have the luxury of air conditioning. They instead had electric fans. The place was cheap, and you get what you paid for after all. Thankfully, the hot baking heat was mostly prominent during the noon, and it became a more mild summer heat during the evening. It was still hot, that was for sure, but it was bearable.
To help alleviate the issue, the two decide to dress down appropriately. Meaning, the two bros were in their boxers whenever they got home. Mainly because if you were wearing more, it would easily become your second skin in a few seconds. For Henry, this was both a blessing and a curse. For one thing, it helped him be more comfortable in trying to stay cool during this heatwave. But it was also a problem to try and keep his boner down. Seeing Richard walking around with nothing more than boxers was making his imagination run wild, and he didn't exactly want to give his roommate an unfortunate scare.
What made it worse was that Richard's boxers seemingly had a mind of their own. It seemed interested in flashing him treasures he couldn't get his hands on. It was black, thick, and by the heaven's above was big and juicy. From the brief glimpse he got of it, it was probably thicker than his bicep and longer than his arm; and that was just it flaccid. He couldn't even begin to fathom how great it would look if it was erect.
As if fate was granting him his deepest desires, he didn't need to wait any longer.
Henry was up late that evening. He was finishing up a big project for class that was handed to him, and he was making sure that the code they had in the repository wasn't going to be throwing any surprise errors.
"I'm heading to bed," Richard announced as he stepped into the room. "I'm dead tired."
"Long day?" Henry asked.
"Oh don't even get me started.. Also, I'm top bunk tonight, right?" The black stallion climbed up the ladder by the bedside and flopped unceremoniously onto the mattress. He reached over and grabbed the eye mask next to his pillow. "Hopefully tomorrow won't be as tiring."
"You and me both."
It was around an hour or so later when Henry let out a big yawn, content at reading the popup message on his laptop. The project had compiled perfectly and there were no errors in sight. He could finally turn in for the evening. Henry closed his laptop shut, reaching over to gently place it on the table next to their bunk bed. He was about to lie back down when his head bumped into something soft.
"Huh?"
The dragon blinked.
And then he blinked again. Was this some sort of joke?
"Okay, ha ha, very funny, Richard." Hanging between the large gap of the bed frame was a black equine cock, with a set of round plump balls to accompany it. The sheer weight was causing it to point straight down, and was gently swinging back and forth caused by him hitting his head against it. It was comically large, like an oversized dildo.
"Where did you even get this...dildo...?"
Richard was sleeping soundly, a faint snore coming from him. He even let out a low whinny with each exhale of his breath. The horse was fast asleep, and from what Henry could see, couldn't hear what was happening around him because he was wearing earplugs. The guy was sleeping like a log! Richard was laying on his stomach. Henry looked carefully and after close examination came to a realization. Richard's lower half had perfectly aligned with the gap in the mattresses, and it would seem that his cock had slipped out of his boxers and onto the gap between the bedframe, making it hang below freely.
Henry stood back in shock.
It wasn't a dildo.
It was the real deal.
It took his brain cells a few seconds to process what he had just realized, what he just saw, and what he literally just felt brush up against his head. "Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk...!" he exclaimed as quietly as he could. The dragon stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do. Does he wake up his friend? No, that would have been awkward as hell. Was he just going to ignore it and try to go back to sleep?
The dragon glanced back at the cock that was tantalizingly hanging between the bed frame. Fat chance! How could he sleep with that cock right in front of him?! It would have been fucking torture! It took every single fiber of his being to not go over there and touch it. Henry bit his lip, and took a sharp breath. His eyes glanced back at Richard. The horse was out cold. A raging firestorm, murderous hornets, a deadly plague, and riots brought about by class injustice could have rolled through and he would have slept through it all.
It was now or never, and in the dragon's excited mind, this may very well be the last chance he'd ever get to touch something as grand as this. In the back of his mind, he could hear the sin taking hold of him. It only whispered to him two words: 'Do it.'
And he did.
Henry slowly walked over to the bed, acting as if the prey that was the cock would magically run away from him if it ever became aware of his presence. The dragon climbed onto the bed, seemingly doing everything in his power to not rock the frame. He would never be able to forgive himself if he ever woke Richard up. He felt his heart jump as he heard Richard stir. A light groan escaped the equine's lips, and he shifted a little. The cock hanging in front him jiggled slightly. It was tempting him! Teasing him!
Richard eventually became lifeless again and Henry released a breath he didn't know he was holding. After taking a moment to collect himself, the dragon reached out. His hand shook from the adrenaline, but he pushed through.
It was soft; firm; tender, yet...stiff. It felt just like any other cock Henry had ever touched before, yet completely alien at the same time. Henry wasn't a stranger to a stallion cock. He had sexcapades back in high school and thus were familiar with different cock types. Bears, for one thing, were short, but made up for it in thickness. Dragons were normally long and slim. Canines were average, but sported the iconic thick bulb that would spread you wide and open. Horses, on the other hand, were known to be hung.
Richard was definitely hung. But he was also thick. Like, really thick. Henry could barely wrap his hand around the shaft. It throbbed in his grip, the piece of flesh coming to life. Behind it were two low hangers that were clearly filled to the brim with spunk. The entire thing smelled of pure masculine musk that drove Henry's brain wild. He found himself pressing his nose against it and taking a deep breath. It was intoxicating. But that was just the start. He was too far gone now, and at this point, Henry didn't want to stop. The red dragon stuck his tongue out, slowly and tenderly tracing a straight line from the tip all the way to the base. Or at least, as far as he realistically could before the bed frame reminded him that he was separated from the owner of this monster cock by a wooden frame.
If only he could appreciate this in its full glory.
Henry instead focused on the now, living in the moment, and doing what he could do with this cock dangling in front of him. The taste reminded him of freshly grounded coffee beans; the kind of which was only sold in those hipster coffee places his peers frequented. Bitter, yet full of flavor; an acquired taste that you'd only begin to appreciate after two or more cups of it. Henry knew it. He was addicted, and he wanted more of it.
The black cock was now fully erect, and he could even hear Richard's breathing pick up slightly. A tender lick earned him a low moan. It was music to Henry's ears. The dragon went a step further. He wanted to see how much of this big boy could he take. Taking hold of it, he pointed it straight at him and opened up his mouth welcomingly. It was like shoving the largest footlong in his mouth. The dragon gagged on his first attempt, letting out a low cough as he tried to catch his breath. Fuck, that was big. But he wasn't going to give up. He wasn't a quitter. He was going to suck this cock and he wasn't going to let anyone stop him.
Henry tried once more, slowly and methodically this time. First was the tip, disappearing into his mouth, and eventually knocking at the back of his throat. It was probably the widest he had ever spread his jaw before. Drool leaked at the side of his lips but he didn't care. He was going to go the distance! Taking a deep breath and controlling his gag reflex, he went further. The tip disappeared into his gullet, and soon the medial ring with it. Tears swelled up in his eyes, and Henry struggled slightly. One word was evident in his brain: BIG!
The dragon eased back out, his eyesight briefly pulsing as he struggled to breath. He couldn't believe it! He nearly choked on cock! Well, there were worse ways to go, he supposed. He took another deep breath, glancing at the leaking cock above him. It was leaking pre at this point and was dripping all of it onto his chest. Henry stuck his tongue out to get a taste. It electrified his taste buds. Sweet, yet hiding a more subtle flavor underneath it. He could only imagine what Richard's cum tasted like.
Henry went for it again, this time making sure to pace himself. First was the tip, then came the halfway point. He was getting better at this, and his body--more specifically his throat was getting more accustomed to it. Before long, the dragon was sucking cock like his entire life depended on it. Like a thirsty slut begging to have their desire for cum quenched! The red dragon had to stop however, the tip of his nose was bumping up against the wooden frame. It would appear he could only go so far as this. Unfortunate, but he made do. He probably got about three fourths of Richard's cock down his throat. Anyone less experienced than him wouldn't have made it halfway!
Henry pulled back, the sound of Richard's cock escaping his throat gently bouncing against the air. His breathing was heavy, and his body radiated heat from all this activity. Without skipping another beat, he went back once more.
A rhythm soon followed. Up, down, up, down, the cock disappeared into Henry's throat like a piston pumping back and forth. You'd think Richard was moving his hips back and forth but no, it was all Henry. The dragon was a pro. Years of experience and months of restrained lust were all coming out front and center. He savored this moment, and he was going to make sure it was a night he was going to remember.
Somewhere down the line he managed to undress his boxers and was now masturbating furiously. The haze of lust had consumed him and he wanted nothing more than to climax right then and there. Richard's cock was throbbing and stiffening up periodically. It wasn't long now. The dragon could sense the equine was at his limit. Not soon after, Richard let out a long and drawn out moan. He climaxed quickly, uncontrollably, and without warning. Like a firehose coming to life with all the water coursing through it, Richard's cock flopped erratically. Henry was quick enough to take hold of it and point it straight at him. Ropes upon ropes of white hot cum ejaculated from the tip. To say that it painted Henry was to put it mildly.
By the end of the equine's orgasm, Henry was more of a white dragon instead of a red one. From his face, all the way to his chest, he was covered in spunk. At some point, he too had climaxed, and his own cum was mixed somewhere in there. There was no doubt in his mind that Henry was going to need to do the laundry to clean all of this mess.
But for now, the dragon was content. He reached outwards and licked the now softening, yet still sensitive piece of member hanging in front of him.
If this was a dream, he wished he would never wake up from it.
Day broke.
The smell of hot coffee and pancakes permeated the air, stirring the dragon from his slumber. He let out a long drawn out groan, and his eyes adjusted to the sunlight that was spilling into the room. The previous night, or was it a few hours ago, was all a blur. After it was all said and done, Henry cleaned up as best as he could and crashed in his bunk to get some sleep.
What time was it anyway? The dragon got up and made his way out their bedroom, yawning as he pushed past the door. Richard was in the kitchen, his back turned to him as he was cooking breakfast. The stallion turned his head upon hearing him arrive. "Hey, morning sleepy head. Want some breakfast?"
"Yeah, sure," Henry answered. He looked at Richard as he handed him the plate of fluffy pancakes. His face was the same as ever. No sign of him ever knowing what had happened.
"You alright? You look dead, man," Richard responded. "Were you up late last night?"
I was up late sucking your cock, was what Henry could have said, but kept it civil instead. "I was," he answered. "I was finishing up something. You seem bright as ever."
"I am actually. I feel well rested," Richard answered. "I think that was the best sleep I've ever had." He then finished up the cup of coffee on his side. "In any case, I have to go. I'll see you later, alright?"
Henry waved him away dismissively. "Sure thing." But before Richard could leave, he called his attention. "Hey, Richard."
He paused by the door. "Yeah?"
"Do you mind if you sleep top bunk tonight as well? I think sleeping at the top bunk makes my neck stiff."
"Uh, sure, I guess. No problem with me."
As the equine left, Henry wondered if he'll get the same treatment tonight as well.
**Author's Notes:
Howdy doo, folks.
Yes, I am alive. I have not posted in four months. I am sorry. Quarantine has this fancy way of making you lose motivation and make you fight against the forces of procrastination.**
This story was actually written today, and is uploaded the same day. I decided to do a "writing blitz" of sort--a type of thing where I force myself to sit down for the entire day to do nothing but write. It's more so a way to help myself get back into a creative mindset and just post stuff more.
Hopefully this story still gets some of you peeps riled up. I admit, I'm not on my A game, but I'm trying to get back to it. Let's see if this momentum keeps going.