What a great thread!
So this isn’t a naked story but I think it fits. In college I rented an apartment with my former dorm mate and eventual best friend. We had a third roommate but he and I fell out and I asked him to leave. We then needed a roommate quickly and a week later after I returned from a home visit my best friend had invited his cousin to be the third roommate, a fella nicknamed “Tree”.
Nicknamed Tree because he was always lanky and grew to be tall(about 6”3 or so I believe) and was dark(African-American). He was very average looking overall and didn’t have any real standout physical characteristics(more on that later). ‘Tree’ was about as opposite from me as one could imagine, he was very country/rural(I’m a def city boy) he was loud, obnoxious and over the top almost whenever. I’m fairly reserved myself.
We had a three bedroom where the living room was the first room you enter, then Tree’s room and My best friend and mine were on either sides of the hall. We were young so we spent many nights in the living room watching tv, smoking weed, drinking beer, playing Xbox, watching ‘The Chapelle Show’, ‘The Wire’ and swapping stories.
Tree would always tell the most elaborate stories of how he had fucked some girl into submission the other night or how he had met some new girl and he knew she wouldn’t be able to ‘handle it’, so over time it got me a little curious.
One time that I recall we were all crushing on the girl that babysat for the lady across the hall. Well as luck would have it, Tree got to her first. About a week after I knew they had done it I asked why they weren’t talking anymore and he said she didn’t want to fuck him anymore because she said his dick was too big and it hurt. I’m like, really partner?
After that I began to observe him more in those next few months. Again, because he wasn’t overly attractive(and I’m also bi but biased toward females) I hadn’t really tried to size him up. Now that I was curious I began to notice little things about him like even through he was lean as a ‘tree’ he had big features. A big water head, full nose, and juicy lips, thin arms but nice forearms with big veiny hands and knuckles. He liked to put his feet on the sofa arm when he watched tv and not only did he have big feet but they were actually gorgeous. His legs were pretty slender and hairy but his feet were thick, meaty and veiny with a huge big toe and big his index toes were longer than the big one.
So now that I started to notice these things and with all his bragging I wanted to see the dick. I hadn’t before but I def started looking more often. We loved to grill out and he wore basketball shorts almost exclusively so it wasn’t long before I began to notice that he was likely not lying. I don’t know what it is about thinner men in basketball shorts who are hung but when they are packing oftentimes it looks like they are concealing weaponry.
One day he was walking toward the apartment from the parking lot and he was excited because he gotten a bonus of some sort so he was kinda doing this goofy/silly happy dance and his dick was two-stepping right along with him. So now I knew it was big but I was kind of satisfied with that.
Again, I am bi but at that time I was really in denial about it so I didn’t really pursue these types of interests further.
But then it happened, that Tuesday morning in September. Yes, 9/11. I had an 8:30 class that was released early due to the rising turmoil and chaos. So I went home and glued myself to the tv. Sitting on the sofa watching the news in stunned disbelief, I saw the clip of the 2nd plane hit the tower and I screamed “Damnnnnn!” in shocked disbelief. Well Tree, who worked nights at this time, had been in the room sleep and I guess I woke him up. He came out of his room to go to the bathroom and see what I was screaming about. As he saw the plane hanging out of the tower, his eyes widened and he came into the living staring only at the tv. He then sat sown slowly on the love seat that was just across the coffee table. Again, eyes never once glancing my way. He was so engulfed by what he was seeing that I think he forgot about me. I also think he forgot that all he had on was a pair of small black boxers that were barely enough to cover his junk and a T-shirt. But as he sat there on the loveseat, he pretty much had his legs and his mouth wide open. Those little bittie boxers covered nothing and I got to see what all his bragging was about. I don’t know how long it was but I could tell it was a nice length and thickness to boot. The shaft was bigger than the head and it was all one dark brown hue matching the rest of his skin until you got just fore of the ring where there was a slightly lighter color to the head. The way he was sitting, at the edge of the couch cushion, his dick and balls were like hanging just off of the cushion almost like they were being presented to me. He had full, hanging balls too and even from across the table I could see he had some nice, black, short and curly pubes covering his balls.
So that’s my little shameful story. On 9/11 most of the world looked on in horror at what they were seeing. Me, oh I was just looking on at my roommates junk in sheer delight as if there’s nothing going on in the world important at all.