Rhett and Milo — Rough and Sweet

Rhett had been lusting after his roommate for months now, and tonight he finally decided to take matters into his own hands and give the little prick-tease the hard pounding he deserved. And that was exactly what Milo was getting — the hard pounding he deserved. But even though Rhett had to clamp a hand over the little thing's mouth to keep his screams from waking the neighbors, the truth of the matter was that Milo was getting what he actually wanted too, as his iron-hard cock made perfectly clear.

Milo had been trying hard to get his muscled-up roommate Rhett to take him as the bigger boy's bitch since the day they moved in together. Admittedly, he'd grossly underestimated how intense Rhett's big cock would feel inside his tight little hole, or how hard Rhett would take him — but even so, the ache was more than compensated by the feel of Rhett's rampaging cock turning Milo's ass into the perfect fit it had always been meant to be.

Deep down, Milo had pretty much always known he was gay. And the other boys in high school had definitely known it too. He'd been bullied relentlessly — almost daily wedgies and goosings and called "fag" so often he nearly thought of it as his own name. And while his most relentless bully, Wade, had twice cornered Milo in some out-of-the-way place and forced Milo to blow him, Wade never went any further — never took Milo's ass the way he should have, and that frustrated Milo to no end.

Then he went to college, and Rhett got assigned as one of his dorm mates, and the first time Milo saw him naked in the bathroom, it was all he could do to keep from dropping to his knees and begging Rhett to have him. But Milo was a true submissive, and while he'd always make himself available, he was totally incapable of making the first move. And precisely because Milo was so submissive, he got along well with his dorm mates — he did all the cleanup around the suite and was more than happy to write their papers and finish their assignments for them.

It wasn't surprising, then, that when Rhett was looking for a roommate to share an off-campus apartment sophomore year, he approached Milo and asked if he'd be willing to split a place with him. Milo was more than happy to agree.

Once they were living together off campus, Milo not only kept doing all the chores, he also felt it was only proper — since it was just the two of them — to make his availability manifest. From the very first week he wore nothing but shorts around the apartment, and by the end of the first month it wasn't uncommon, when it was just the two of them, for Milo to be walking around buck-ass naked, and occasionally fully aroused, too. Milo would have stopped the whole show instantly if Rhett had ever objected — but Rhett never did. And that was the nub of the problem.

Like his old dorm mates, it had taken Rhett barely a week to figure out Milo was gay. But Milo's willingness to take on every chore and help his roommates with their studies let all of them let it slide. Rhett, though, was different from the other two in one key way. He wasn't a submissive little thing like Milo — Rhett was a Real Man who happened to be drawn to other males, especially smaller ones who were still built, like Milo. Rhett had never explored that part of himself, but he was sure Milo was attracted to him, and he figured living together might give him the chance to see if this was a life he was willing to embrace. It was the whole reason he'd asked Milo to be his roommate.

When Milo first started walking around the apartment naked, Rhett had to hide how hard he got. He kept quiet because he assumed it was all leading up to Milo asking Rhett to take him — something Rhett would happily have done. But the request never came. Not even when Milo sat there naked and stiff while they watched TV together. And over time, that infuriated Rhett. After all, Rhett figured his never complaining about Milo's nudity should have made it obvious he was interested — and since Milo was obviously the one who wanted it, Milo should've been the one to make the first move. To Rhett's mind, Milo was trying to force Rhett to make the first move, and Rhett was reluctant to do that for the simple reason that a submissive boy should never be in the position of forcing a Real Man to do anything.

For his part, Milo — being a complete submissive — thought he was obligated to wait until Rhett took control of the situation, and he grew increasingly frustrated that, though Rhett was obviously interested, he kept refusing to use Milo the way Milo so clearly wanted to be used. So tonight, when Rhett came home from the bar horny and angry and shoved Milo down onto the couch and started taking his ass, it was, for Milo, an answer to his prayers. He was finally what he'd always wanted to be — held down, claimed, and filled by a Real Man, a man he'd be servicing now whenever the man wanted him.

And when Rhett had finished and looked down at the boy and told him he was now Rhett's, Milo had answered, "Yes, sir. I'm yours now, to use however you want."

Rhett looked at him a long, long time. Then he said, "Then get your ass over my lap and take the hard spanking you deserve."

Milo answered instantly: "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir, for disciplining me the way I need to be disciplined."

And even as Milo crawled his naked ass over Rhett's lap, he heard Rhett say, "You can expect spankings like this, every day from now on."

But here's the part that mattered most — the part where it all turned soft. Because when the spanking was done and Milo's ass was stinging pink and warm, Rhett didn't shove him off his lap. He kept him there. He dragged one big hand up Milo's spine and into his hair and tilted the boy's face up, and then Rhett kissed him — slow, deep, unhurried, like they had all the time in the world now that the question had finally been answered.

"You've been driving me crazy," Rhett murmured against his mouth. "Walking around bare-assed like a little tease, waiting for me to snap. You know how long I've wanted to do that?"

"Since the bathroom," Milo whispered. "Freshman year. The first time I saw you naked."

Rhett laughed low and pressed his forehead to Milo's. "Should've made the first move, idiot."

"You're the man," Milo said. "It was your job."

"Damn right it was." Rhett hauled him in, tucked the smaller boy against his chest like he was something precious, and held him there while their heartbeats slowed. "So this is it, then. You're mine. Not just for tonight."

Milo went boneless, and something in his chest that had been clenched tight since high school finally let go. "Yours," he agreed. "Always was."

And so, every night after that, it went the same way — Rhett rough as hell, taking his boy hard and filthy and loud, and then, after, gathering him up and holding him close like a man who'd found the thing he'd been looking for and had no intention of ever letting it go.

It had taken longer than either of them expected. But in the end, it had worked out perfectly — and even Rhett, Real Man though he was, eventually had to admit it.