Humiliated Lad

[liittlefiish]

I set my bags down on my new bed and took a look around my new room—my new life, really. Today was the first day of becoming an adult, or so I told myself. I was miles away from home, far from my friends and family. That was the whole point when I applied to this university. I wanted to leave my old life behind, to stop being the boring version of myself when I was back home. With a teary kiss goodbye, my parents left me alone in this room to start my new adventure.

The room wasn’t much to look at. Plain, a bit damp-smelling, with just a single bed, a desk, a wardrobe, a small notice board, and a full-length mirror on the wall. I reminded myself this is what I got for choosing the cheapest accommodation. My parents’ high income meant I only qualified for a small student loan, and they refused to cover the cost of a nicer university flat. They also didn’t want to haul all my stuff up here, insisting I bring only the essentials—my laptop, phone, and a few odds and ends. They said there was no point dragging all my clothes along; I should just buy new ones. They had a point, I guess, but the money they gave me wasn’t enough to rebuild the designer wardrobe I was used to.

I caught my reflection in the room’s long mirror. I’m about 5’6”, slim but decently built—not too skinny, not overly muscular. All those after-school swimming sessions and gym trips gave me a body most people would be proud of. I’m not bad-looking either, with medium-length brown hair styled the way I like it. But even staring at myself, that familiar shyness crept in, the kind that’s followed me most of my life. With my looks and build, I should be confident, maybe even cocky—the kind of guy who could charm anyone. But I’m not. I’ve always been shy, barely able to hold my own gaze in the mirror. Back in school, I was the quiet kid, sticking to a small group of friends, avoiding big crowds, and never trying anything new. While my friends hit pubs and clubs, having a blast, I stayed home, too nervous to join in. I always faded into the background, overlooked by most. But not anymore. Here at university, I’m determined to reinvent myself—to be confident, make more friends, and try anything!

A loud knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. I opened it cautiously to find a tall guy with thick, messy black hair. “Hi. I’m Tom, one of your new flatmates,” he said, extending a hand. “I saw your parents leave and thought I'd introduce myself.”

I shook his hand. “I’m Eric. Nice to meet you.”

Tom took that as an invitation to step inside, brushing past me. “Your room’s the same as mine. Bit shit, isn’t it?” he said, eyeing the space. Before I could respond, he pointed at my bags on the bed. “That's all you brought? Not much, is it?”

“Yeah, my parents said I didn’t need to bring all my clothes and should just buy new ones,” I explained.

Tom glanced at his watch and grinned. “Tell you what, let’s go shopping now. I need some bits and bobs, and you can grab yourself a full wardrobe. We can get some food after, get to know each other.”

Shopping with a stranger was something old I would’ve never considered, but I’m supposed to be a new person, right? Plus, Tom’s one of my flatmates—not a stranger for long since we’ll be living together all year. So, I agreed, feeling a spark of excitement.

As we walked down the corridor out of the flat, Tom pointed to a door. “You seen the bathroom yet?” he asked. We stepped inside, and it was as basic as our rooms, though bigger than the one I had back home. One side had two toilet cubicles and two urinals right next to each other. On the other side were two showerheads sticking out of the wall, each with a curtain around a small square for privacy, and a line of benches nearby. In the middle, right as you walked in, were two sinks attached to the wall. Tom cracked a joke about everything coming in twos. I was confused—why so much for just four people? “Seems like a lot for a bathroom shared by four,” I said. “Have you met the others yet?”

Tom looked puzzled. “Four? Mate, there are eight guys living here. You must’ve been thinking of a different place when you applied for this dump. Nah, I haven’t met any of the others yet, just you.”

My stomach tightened with nerves. I was already anxious about sharing with four people, let alone eight. My eyes flicked to the urinals again. “Is there another bathroom for the girls, then?”

Tom burst out laughing. “You definitely applied to the wrong place, mate. This flat’s all guys.” My confusion and worry only made him laugh harder. The thought of seven other guys potentially using this bathroom at the same time as filled me with dread.

 

[liittlefiish]

Eric's Humiliating Start at University​

We hit up a few shops together. Tom was focused on grabbing stuff to spruce up his room, while I, checking my bank balance, knew I was on a tight budget. I couldn’t splurge on clothes, let alone anything else. Tom helped me pick out a few shirts, T-shirts, jeans, and shoes. At first, I felt nervous and shy shopping with him, but I started to loosen up and even enjoyed it until the end. After I told Tom I couldn’t spend any more on clothes, he grabbed some of my bags and rifled through them. “Mate, you didn’t get any workout gear or even underwear?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

I mentally kicked myself. My first day as an independent adult, and I forgot something as basic as gym clothes and underwear. My face burned with embarrassment—back home, my mom always handled buying my clothes, especially underwear. She’d pick out those classic briefs I’d worn since puberty, and I never had to think about it. Now, here I was, screwing it up already. Tom laughed, “Hey, worst case, you can borrow some old joggers from me for the gym. Not giving you my boxers, though!”

I glanced at my bank balance again and thanked him for the offer, adding that I might be able to afford some underwear if we found a cheap place. We wandered until we stumbled on one of those stores that sells everything. Tom left me to hunt for underwear while he looked for more room decor. I found the clothing aisle easily enough and, after five minutes, landed in the men’s underwear section. My heart sank. The cheapest option in bulk was bikini briefs. I froze, holding the pack, a memory flashing back to high school: a scrawny kid in the locker room, getting mercilessly teased by bullies for wearing briefs. To me, briefs screamed childish, embarrassing—not something a university guy should wear. I stood there, clutching the bikini briefs, my cheeks heating up at the thought of buying them myself. My mom always took care of this; I never had to face the shame of picking out my own underwear in public. I tried to figure out if I could afford trunks or boxer briefs without breaking my budget. For a moment, I even considered going commando to avoid the humiliation altogether. But after agonizing for a few minutes, I decided to just get the briefs. Who cares, right? I’d be the only one seeing them, and this was university—no one’s going to bully me over underwear, I told myself, though I wasn’t convinced.

At the checkout, a queue of people waited. Despite my pep talk, I was mortified holding that pack of bikini briefs. My mom never made me feel this exposed; she’d just grab them and toss them in the cart. I scanned for Tom, praying he wasn’t nearby. Luckily, he wasn’t. Still, I felt like everyone in line was staring at me, judging the pack in my hands. I held it lower, the front—complete with a model in briefs—pressed against my leg to hide it.

When it was my turn, I couldn’t look away from the cashier. She was stunning—long blonde hair, slim figure, and, embarrassingly, all I could focus on were her huge breasts. My mind wandered to fantasies about her, about all the possibilities with uni girls. “Next, please!” she called, snapping me back. As I stepped forward, I felt my erection shift in my jeans. My face went scarlet. I didn’t dare look down, terrified it was noticeable. In a haze of embarrassment, I fumbled the briefs onto the counter, my heart racing. *She knows I’m buying these ridiculous briefs*, I thought, mortified that I was standing here, exposed, without my mom shielding me from this moment. She picked them up, glanced at them, and scanned them with a smile. “Last-minute clothes shopping for uni?” she asked.

I was caught off guard. “Yeah, how’d you know I’m a student?”

“You’ve got that uni look,” she said, laughing. “Plus, no one buys underwear here unless they’re a broke student.”

I forced a polite laugh, dying inside as she commented on my humiliating purchase. My mom would’ve breezed through this without a second thought, but here I was, sweating over it. After paying, she added with a flirty smile, “I’m a student too. Maybe I’ll see you around campus?”

“Sure thing,” I managed, trying to sound cool despite my burning face. Outside, I quickly checked my jeans—thankfully, my erection wasn’t obvious, just making the bulge look slightly bigger. I told myself it might’ve even impressed her if she’d noticed.

A few minutes later, I met Tom outside. “Mate, did you see that hot cashier?” he said, grinning. “Knew there’d be gorgeous girls at uni, but wow!” Then he shifted gears. “You get your undies?”

I panicked, terrified he’d ask to see them or dig through my bags. To my relief, he didn’t. I mumbled that I’d gotten some, and he moved on to talking about his own purchases.

After grabbing food and chatting about how pumped we were for uni, we headed back to the flat. It was chaos—parents and guys everywhere, moving into rooms. The crowded corridor made me uneasy, so I told Tom I’d retreat to my room until things calmed down. He nodded and said he’d swing by once the parents were gone.

 

[liittlefiish]

Eric's Humiliating Start at University​

After stashing my new clothes and those humiliating bikini briefs in my room, I spent a couple of hours on my laptop, trying to distract myself from the day’s awkward moments. A knock on the door startled me. It was Tom, saying all the guys in the flat were meeting in the kitchen to introduce themselves. My stomach knotted, but I followed him, feeling small and out of place. The kitchen was huge, with a big round table that could easily fit eight guys and more. Tom and I grabbed seats, and over time, the others trickled in. To my relief, there was no forced “stand up and introduce yourself” nonsense—just casual chatter. I pushed myself to talk to everyone, determined to be the new, confident Eric. There was Tom, who I already knew, Haoyu, a small Asian guy who struggled with English, Liam, a tracksuit-wearing football fanatic, Ethan, a nerdy, heavier guy, Alex and Jacob, who looked different but both screamed party animals, and Kyle, a muscular rugby player who dominated conversations but seemed decent enough. The group clicked surprisingly well.

Kyle suggested we have some drinks in the flat before hitting a nightclub. My instinct was to make an excuse and bail—old Eric would’ve—but I forced myself to agree, chanting in my head that I was a new person. We all went to our rooms to change. I picked one of my new shirts and jeans, but as I changed, I realized my boxers were sweaty from the day’s walking. My cheeks burned as I opened my underwear drawer, staring at those blue bikini briefs. Back home, my mom always bought my underwear—classic briefs, no fuss. Now, here I was, about to wear these embarrassing things on my own. I slipped them on quickly, avoiding the mirror, and threw on my jeans to hide them. The thought of anyone seeing me in them made my skin crawl.

We walked to a nearby shop to buy drinks. I’d never really drunk before and had no clue what to get. The alcohol aisle was overwhelming, endless shelves of bottles and cans. Tom noticed my hesitation, holding a few beers. “What’re you getting, mate?” he asked. I admitted, nervously, that I hadn’t drunk much before. My face flushed—admitting that felt like confessing I was a kid, not a uni guy. Tom didn’t mock me, just said he was surprised since I “looked like a clubbing type.” Before he could suggest anything, Kyle slung an arm around my shoulder. “Didn’t take you for a nerd, Eric,” he said loudly. “Don’t worry, I’ll school you on drinking tonight.” My stomach sank as he broadcasted my inexperience to the others. Suddenly, everyone was chiming in, arguing over what I should drink to get me “properly smashed.” I shrank into myself, mortified, as they debated how to get me drunk. Kyle picked out a mix of beers, ciders, and alcopops, joking that he’d pay since he was “taking my alcohol virginity.” I didn’t argue—I was already low on cash—but his words made me feel like a naive kid in front of everyone.

Back in the flat, we gathered around the kitchen table, chatting in small groups. I sipped the drinks Kyle got me. Some tasted awful, but the more I drank, the less I cared. After an hour, one of the twins—Alex or Jacob—suggested drinking games. As we played, everyone got louder and drunker, especially me. My head was fuzzy, and I felt out of my depth. Kyle announced we had time for one more game before the club. Tom suggested Truth or Dare, and Kyle loved it. The game quickly turned chaotic, with no rules, just random questions and silly dares. Then Kyle made a new rule: if the group thought someone was lying to a question, they’d face a dare. My drunken nerves spiked—this was a minefield for someone like me.

Jacob asked the first question: “Who here’s a virgin?” My heart stopped. I *was* a virgin. I’d never even kissed a girl. Despite my looks, my shyness always held me back in high school. I couldn’t admit it here—I’d be the laughingstock of the flat. When my turn came, I lied, saying I wasn’t a virgin, my voice barely steady. My face burned, knowing I was lying to a room full of guys who seemed so much cooler than me. To my relief, they pounced on Ethan, calling him out as the liar. He insisted he had a girlfriend back home, but they demanded a photo—preferably a nude one—as his forfeit. Without hesitation, Ethan showed a picture of a chubby girl with her breasts out. I was stunned, both by his confidence and the group’s casual reaction. My embarrassment deepened; I could never imagine being that bold, and the thought of being called out like that terrified me.

Then Liam asked a question that hit me even harder: “Who here has the smallest dick?” My chest tightened. I’d never thought much about my size, always hiding in changing rooms at the pool or gym. Once, when I was younger, my friends wanted to compare sizes, and I refused, too shy to even look at theirs. I could still hear their laughter when they found out who was the smallest. Now, drunk and paranoid, I worried I might actually be the smallest here. The idea of being known as *that* guy in the flat made my stomach churn. I was supposed to be making a good impression, not humiliating myself. As the room laughed and argued—Alex teasing Jacob, Liam bragging about his size—my eyes locked with Kyle’s for a split second. My heart raced, thinking he was about to call me out. Instead, he turned to Haoyu, joking that, being Asian, he must have the smallest. The group laughed, some calling Kyle out for being racist, but they all piled on, demanding Haoyu prove he wasn’t the smallest by showing his dick.

Kyle stood up, frustrated, and said, “Haoyu, do this. Pull your pants down!” Then, to my shock, he undid his jeans and whipped out his own cock. I couldn’t look away. It was big—maybe four inches soft, thick, shaved smooth, with huge balls. I’d never seen another guy’s dick up close, and I caught myself comparing it to mine. Kyle’s was definitely bigger soft than mine, and I even wondered if it was bigger than mine hard. My face burned with shame for staring, for even thinking about it. I’m straight, but I couldn’t stop noticing every detail. The group cheered, but I just sat there, frozen, humiliated by my own thoughts and the fear of being exposed in this game.

Kyle tucked himself away, soaking up the jokes about his size with a grin. Then he turned to Haoyu. “Your turn, mate!” Haoyu, unfazed, pulled out his dick. It was smaller than Kyle’s—maybe 3.5 inches soft—but still impressive to me, surrounded by a thick bush. The guys laughed, some apologizing for calling him small, others joking about his hair. Haoyu wiggled his hips, his dick flapping side to side, confident in a way I could only dream of. I sat there, drunk and mortified, vowing to be that brave someday but feeling smaller than ever in that moment.

Kyle asked the next question: “Who here’s a fag?” Everyone laughed, including me, until I noticed Kyle’s eyes on me. My heart raced. I’m straight, but had I stared at his dick too long? Did he think I was gay? The shame of being called out in front of everyone, especially after lying about being a virgin and worrying about my size, made my head spin. I braced for the worst, imagining some humiliating dare. But Tom saved me, saying we needed to leave for the club. Everyone agreed, and we headed out. I was beyond relieved, saved from whatever Kyle had in store, but the embarrassment of that game lingered, gnawing at my resolve to be the confident new me.

 

[Lilzer1999]

Hot story, if the first pics are you I’d say you’re really hot as well

 

[lurker2008]

Really hot story! Please take your time with this one i'm really enjoying it

 

[liittlefiish]

Eric's Mortifying Night at the Club​

Walking to the nightclub, the fresh air hit me like a slap, reminding me just how much I'd drunk back at the flat. The world spun around me, and my steps felt unsteady. Tom noticed and asked if I was okay. I admitted I thought I might be a bit drunk—understatement of the night. By the time we reached the club, I was really hammered, barely able to stand straight without leaning on something. Not everyone from the flat made it out with us. Kyle, Alex, and Jacob were too wiped out from all the drinking games and booze—they'd crashed early, muttering about being too tired and drunk to keep going. Ethan, Liam, and Haoyu had tagged along at first, stumbling with us to the club entrance, but once they overheard some chatter about the place being a strip club where things could get wild and involve audience participation—like getting pulled on stage and stripped—they turned bright red, made excuses about feeling embarrassed at the idea of any potential nudity, and bailed back to the flat. That left just Tom and me, which somehow made my nerves worse.

Inside, the pounding music and dim lights blurred everything further. Tom, ever the boundary-pusher, decided it was time for my first lap dance. He picked out a stripper named Naomi for me and waited outside the private dance rooms while I went in with her. But things took a weird turn in there. My hidden fantasies bubbled up, and before I knew it, I was spilling my guts about wanting to be naked and embarrassed in front of others. Naomi didn't strip at all; instead, she had me stripping down, feeding into my desires until I was fully exposed, my heart racing with a mix of thrill and shame.

When it was over, Naomi whispered something to Tom as she passed him, saying he might be waiting a while for me. But Tom, who never respected personal space—he was always stripping down to swim, clean the house, or whatever excuse he could find—decided to check on me himself. He pulled up my shirt without warning, exposing the black and red waistband of what he thought were my boxers, but actually revealing the head and first inch of my hard cock poking out. I saw the surprise on his face; he hadn't expected that view, or the implication of how big I must be for it to be so openly on display like that. My face burned as I yanked my shirt back down, but that only tightened it over my erection, outlining every throbbing inch against the fabric, giving him an even clearer picture of my size.

We made our way back to our table, where Tom wouldn't let it go, teasing me about my obvious bulge the whole time. My cheeks were on fire, knowing anyone glancing our way might notice. Then Naomi approached the table, and before I could react, Tom lifted my shirt again, exposing the head of my cock right to her. He clapped slowly, complimenting her on what must've been an "excellent show." Naomi smiled and offered to give Tom a taste of what he'd missed. I tried to protest, stammering that it wasn't necessary, but Tom shoved $10 at her, and suddenly she grabbed me, pulling me to the center of the stage. My hands were cuffed to the rafters above, leaving me immobilized in front of the crowd.

With me helpless, Naomi yanked my shirt up over my head, blinding me momentarily and revealing my bare chest and the waistband of my bikini briefs to everyone, including Tom for the second time that night. My cock, already stirring, started to harden fully, tenting the thin fabric embarrassingly. I didn't have time to process the humiliation before I felt her tugging my jeans down to my knees, accidentally snagging my briefs along with them. My neatly trimmed pubes were suddenly on display, the dark curls framing the base of my shaft as the briefs slipped lower, exposing the root of my cock and the way it strained upward. The cool air hit my skin, making my balls tighten in shame, dangling vulnerably for the audience to see.

I quietly begged Naomi to stop, my voice cracking with embarrassment, but that only egged her on. She pulled the back of my briefs down further, fully baring my tight ass cheeks, which she swatted hard, the stinging slaps echoing and turning my skin red. My hard cock, now at a 45-degree angle and barely contained in the front of the briefs, throbbed visibly, the outline of its length and girth pressing against the material, with a wet spot forming where precum leaked from the tip. The crowd's cheers made my stomach churn—I was up there, exposed like that, my most private parts on show: my ass cheeks clenching with each swat, my balls shifting as I squirmed, and my erection betraying my arousal despite the mortification. Finally, my hands were released, and I was forced to fumble my pants and briefs back up, my fingers trembling as I covered myself, before pulling my shirt down. I bolted off the stage straight to the bathroom, hiding in a stall for a few minutes, my face buried in my hands, dying inside from the shame of having my body—my pubes, ass, balls, and hard cock—ogled by strangers.

Even fully dressed again, the embarrassment clung to me like sweat. When I emerged, I saw Naomi sitting beside Tom, whose eyes were wide with shock. As I approached, I overheard her telling him she hadn't removed a single piece of her clothing in the private room, but she'd stripped me naked because I'd confessed my deep desire to be naked and embarrassed in front of others. Tom, with his back to me, blurted out in disbelief just as I walked past and sat opposite him. Naomi smiled at us both, saying she'd be happy to help either of us live out our fantasies in the future, before walking away.

With her gone, I quickly and quietly explained my fantasy to Tom—skinny dipping in front of friends, streaking through my backyard, running naked around the house. More recently, I'd fed it in gym change rooms, sneaking peeks at hot guys my age in the buff, though it never fully satisfied the craving for true embarrassment. Tom listened intently, his mind clearly racing with ideas to "help" me, while also enjoying the view. Once I'd spilled everything, Tom proposed his plan: He'd arrange safe but embarrassing situations for me to be naked in front of people. I wouldn't know when they'd start, and I couldn't refuse, or he'd stop helping. Drunk and desperate, I agreed, not realizing what I was signing up for. He dubbed it "NEE"—Naked Embarrassed Eric—and said it started now. He ordered me to remove my pants and briefs under the table and pass them to him.

In the booth, hidden from the waist down, I figured no one else would know. Slowly, I undid my fly, slid my jeans off my feet, and handed them over. I paused with my thumbs in the briefs' waistband, but Tom's reminder that refusing meant no more NEE pushed me on. I pulled them down, feeling the air on my bare skin, my cock twitching free, and passed them to him. He left my jeans on the table and vanished into the private rooms with my briefs. Panic set in as I considered putting my jeans back on, but he returned empty-handed. Then Naomi emerged from the private room, wearing only my briefs like a trophy. My hard cock twitched harder, a drop of precum beading at the tip, as I sat there bottomless.

Naomi and Tom flanked me at the table, each placing a hand on my inner thigh. My balls tensed as Tom's fingers caressed them, rolling the sensitive skin between his digits, while Naomi's hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking the veiny length. The exposure under the table—my thighs spread, cock throbbing, balls fondled—pushed me over the edge. Ropes of white cum shot onto my dark blue shirt, splattering messily. I let my head fall back, spent and humiliated. Tom handed me my jeans, telling me to dress. As I did, Naomi climbed over me to give Tom a free lap dance, grinding so I got a clear view of his hard cock outlined in his pants. She then removed my briefs from herself and dropped them in my lap. Tom tipped her another $20, and she left, hoping to see us again. I followed Tom out, we grabbed a taxi, and headed back to the dorm, my mind reeling from the night's endless embarrassments.

 

[Sexy123789]

I have a feeling this is going to be my
New favorite story!

 

[liittlefiish]

Eric's Drunken Shame at the Flat​

Back at the flat, I was a complete mess, stumbling over my own feet, the world tilting with every step. Tom was the only one keeping me upright, practically dragging me into the dorm. In my drunken haze, I slurred to him that I needed the bathroom. He started to let me go in alone, but seeing me sway like a reed in the wind, he followed me in, holding me steady. I staggered toward the cubicles, Tom’s hands gripping the sides to keep me from collapsing. Normally, I’d be mortified peeing in front of anyone—my shyness always made me avoid urinals or open showers—but the alcohol stripped that away. I fumbled my jeans open, pulled my cock over the waistband, and let loose, pissing wildly over the toilet, the seat, and the floor. Tom laughed, saying I’d have to clean it up in the morning and joking that I was an embarrassment. “Imagine the state you’d be in if I’d let you come in here alone,” he teased. Mid-stream, a sudden dread hit me—Tom could probably see my dick. I glanced over my shoulder and caught him staring at the ground. He noticed and barked, “Eyes on the target, mate!” When I thought I was done, I drunkenly stuffed myself back into my jeans without shaking off, and a final spurt of piss soaked into my blue bikini briefs and trickled down the front of my jeans. I brushed at it with my hand, my face burning, but luckily my dark jeans hid the wet stain.

As we stumbled down the corridor, we ran into Kyle, who offered to help Tom get me to bed. I collapsed onto my mattress, eyes half-closed, the room spinning. I heard Tom and Kyle talking, their voices low but clear enough in my half-conscious state. “Mate, you should’ve seen him at the club,” Tom said, chuckling. “This stripper, Naomi, got him on stage, cuffed his hands to the rafters, and stripped him bare. Pulled his shirt up, yanked his jeans and briefs down—whole crowd saw everything. His pubes, his ass, his hard cock sticking out like a flagpole. Everyone in that place got a full view of Eric’s bits, and he was red as a beet, squirming up there.” My stomach churned hearing Tom recount my humiliation, the memory of my trimmed pubes, tight ass cheeks, and throbbing six-inch erection exposed to a cheering crowd flooding back. I wanted to disappear, but the alcohol kept me limp, unable to protest.

Kyle laughed, his voice dripping with curiosity. “No way, mate. You’re telling me everyone saw his junk? Gotta see that for myself.” Before I could process his words, I felt hands on my shoes, tugging them off, then my socks. My shirt buttons were undone next, the fabric pulled away, leaving my chest bare. “What about his jeans?” Kyle asked. Tom hesitated, saying to leave them, but Kyle scoffed. “Nah, I hate sleeping in jeans—they crush my balls. Can’t leave him like that.” I felt my belt being unbuckled, the button popped, the zipper lowered. I opened my eyes, trying to protest, but my tongue was heavy, my words stuck. Kyle lifted my legs, yanking my jeans off, leaving me in just my tight briefs. Then, to my horror, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down too, sliding them off my legs entirely. My soft cock, nestled in my trimmed pubes—and my average-sized balls were fully exposed, dangling between my spread thighs. My face burned with shame, knowing they were both staring at my naked body.

Tom stifled a laugh, but Kyle roared with amusement. “Look at that little thing,” Kyle said, pointing at my soft cock. “What is that, three inches? Balls aren’t bad, though, same size as mine.” Tom chimed in, still chuckling. “Mate, you should’ve seen it at the club. When he was hard on stage, it was a solid six inches, proper thick, sticking out like a damn pole.” Their casual comparison of my cock—soft and hard—made my humiliation complete. I wanted to curl up and die, but I was too drunk to move.

I lay there, naked and helpless, as Kyle pulled out his phone. “This is too good,” he said, snapping photos of me sprawled out, my soft cock and balls on full display, the wet piss with cum stain still visible on the briefs crumpled beside me. “Gotta share this with the lads,” he said, grinning. I heard the whoosh of messages being sent, and my heart sank, knowing Ethan, Liam, Haoyu, Alex, and Jacob would soon see me like this—drunk, naked, and pathetic. Tom laughed, trying to sound sympathetic. “Come on, mate, he’s pissed out of his mind. Let’s let him sleep.”

 

[Sexy123789]

Poor Eric! He has a nice penis but everyone in the pod will think he is the smallest! At least Tom is a good friend and kind of stands up for him. He complimented Eric’s balls and Eric’s erect length and girth.

A better friend would not have allowed the pics…but for the sake of the story I am glad that he did not stop Kyle!

 

[liittlefiish]

Eric's Mortifying Night Continues​

I woke up with a pounding headache, my brain throbbing and my throat dry as sandpaper. Too exhausted to move, I lay under the covers, muttering to myself that I shouldn’t have drunk so much on my first time. The night was a hazy mess, but bits came back—Kyle forcing drinks on me, those chaotic drinking games, and that twisted truth-or-dare where Kyle flashed his massive six-inch soft cock and Haoyu wiggled his four-inch one confidently. I was grateful I hadn’t been drunk enough to show mine, especially after the club where Naomi stripped me on stage, exposing my trimmed pubes, tight ass, and hard six-inch cock to a jeering crowd, and later at the flat, where Tom and Kyle stripped me naked, snapping photos of my soft three-inch cock and average-sized balls, soaked in piss and cum, and sent them to Ethan, Liam, Haoyu, Alex, and Jacob. The shame still stung like a fresh wound.

I shifted under the sheets and froze—my skin brushed against the mattress, no fabric in between. My heart sank as I realized I was completely naked. No briefs, nothing. The memory hit me like a truck: Tom and Kyle had stripped me last night, yanking off my jeans and those humiliating bikini briefs, leaving my soft cock and balls exposed as they laughed at the wet piss stain. They’d seen everything—my trimmed pubes, my dangling balls, my pathetic three-inch dick—and even compared it to my hard six inches from the club. The photos they’d sent to the others made it worse; my flatmates had seen me at my most vulnerable. I pulled the sheets tighter, my face burning with shame.

Lying there, I noticed my erection pressing against the sheet, hard and insistent despite the hangover. Maybe it was the booze, the humiliation, or some twisted mix, but I was insanely horny. I threw off the sheets, exposing my naked body to the cool air, my hard cock standing at six inches, the tip glistening slightly. The memory of Tom and Kyle’s laughter at my piss-soaked briefs flooded back, intensifying my arousal and shame. I gripped my cock, stroking slowly, the foreskin sliding back to reveal the sensitive tip, sending jolts through me. My balls felt heavy, full, and I sped up, lost in the pleasure, the humiliation fueling me.

A faint knock at the door barely registered. I thought it was just someone passing by. My hand moved faster, pressure building. Another knock, clearer, but I was too close to stop, my cock throbbing. A louder knock came, and I ignored it, chasing release. Then, as the door creaked open, I came, ropes of cum splattering my stomach. I jolted, biting my lip, and yanked the sheets over my naked body, horrified, my softening cock still slick with cum.

“Hello, are you awake?” a woman’s voice called. “I’m coming in.” Panic surged—how did someone have my room key? A short, older woman in a pinny stepped in, her eyes scanning before locking onto me. “I’ve been knocking for ages. Didn’t you hear?” she snapped, her face stern.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, voice weak. “Just woke up.”

“It’s 11 o’clock. You should’ve been up hours ago,” she said. “I’m Bunga, in charge of this flat. I left a note on the kitchen board about a meeting this morning. None of you showed, so I’m going room to room. You’re the last.” I tried to speak, but she cut me off. “My job is to keep this place clean, ensure you don’t wreck it, and look after you a lot. I run a tight ship. You’re lucky—my nephew Kyle’s your flatmate, so I’ll keep an extra eye on you.” Her sharp gaze told me she meant business.

“Now, Eric,” she said, startling me that she knew my name, though the university must’ve told her, “Kyle told me you had an accident last night after drinking. I’d normally be strict with bedwetters, but since you know Kyle and it’s your first night, I’ll let it slide.” My face burned—Kyle told her I pissed myself? I couldn’t speak, mortified.

“Get out of bed,” she ordered. “I need to check your sheets.”

“I didn’t wet the bed, I swear,” I said, finding my voice. “It’s a misunderstanding.”

“Kyle was certain,” she retorted. “He wouldn’t lie. You’re lucky I’m not punishing you. Get up.”

“I can’t,” I stammered. “I’m… not dressed.” The truth hit harder—I was stark naked, no briefs to even hide behind.

“I’ve worked here 30 years, boy. You’ve got nothing I haven’t seen. Hurry up, my patience is thin.” Her glare was withering.

I had no choice. If I didn’t move, she’d yell, and the whole flat would hear I was a supposed bedwetter. I slid out of bed, hands cupping my cock and balls, my face scarlet. My trimmed pubes and the base of my soft three-inch cock peeked through my fingers, my balls tight from the cold. Bunga’s eyes flicked to my hands. “Why are you covering yourself? Hiding a wet bed?” she barked. Before I could protest, she grabbed my wrists, yanking them apart, exposing my soft cock, dangling pathetically in my pubes, and my average-sized balls, fully visible. A smear of cum glistened on my stomach from moments ago. “You liar!” she shouted. “I see that mess! You’ve wet yourself and worse!”

“I didn’t wet the bed!” I blurted, regretting it instantly. I should’ve just taken the blame.

She stepped forward, slipped a finger under my pubes, brushing my cock’s base, and pinched the air where my briefs would’ve been. Realizing there was nothing there, her face twisted in disgust as she saw the cum on my stomach. “You filthy boy! No self-control at all!” My face burned hotter than ever—she’d seen my naked cock, my balls, my cum-splattered stomach. The shame of her judging my exposed body—my small, soft dick, my dangling balls—was unbearable. She grabbed my arm. “Come with me.”

Too drained to resist, she pulled me into the corridor, one hand over my privates, praying no flatmates were around. Thankfully, it was empty. I wanted to run back, but Bunga dragged me into the bathroom. The cold air hit my naked skin, raising goosebumps, my balls tightening further, making my cock look even smaller. She muttered about fixing the radiator, but I was too focused on standing there, completely nude, my hand barely covering my cock and balls, the cum on my stomach glistening under the lights.

Bunga stared, expecting something. After a tense silence, she snapped, “Get in the shower!” nodding to the two showerheads with curtains and benches nearby. I hesitated, and she barked, “I haven’t got all day!” I shuffled to the shower, hand still covering my privates, desperate to avoid more exposure. Bunga pulled back a curtain, ordering, “Clean that filth off.” I stepped in, wanting to hide behind the curtain, but she stood there, arms crossed. “Hand me those,” she said, eyeing my nonexistent briefs, then realizing I was naked. “Well, get on with it!”

I turned, hoping to shield myself, but a blast of freezing water hit me. I yelped, arms flailing, exposing my shrunken cock—barely a nub in my bushy pubes—and my tight balls to her view. I danced involuntarily, the cold making my dick vanish into my pubes, amplifying my shame. She’d seen it at its smallest, a humiliating speck. The water warmed, and I saw her leaving as the door closed. I yanked the curtain shut, heart pounding at the thought of my tiny, exposed cock being seen again.

Under the warm water, I soaped up, trying to wash away the shame. My cock relaxed slightly, but looking at it, I doubted my size. Compared to Kyle’s and Haoyu’s, my soft three inches felt inadequate. I shook my head, telling myself erect size mattered more, but the memory of Bunga’s disgust, the club exposure, and those photos haunted me, piling on the humiliation of my naked, vulnerable body.

 

[Sexy123789]

Starving for more exposure and humiliation!

 

[liittlefiish]

Eric's Naked Bathroom Humiliation​

After a few moments in the warm shower, I felt ready to step out, but panic hit when I realized I had no towel or clothes. I was stark naked, my soft three-inch cock and average-sized balls exposed if anyone walked in. The memory of last night’s humiliations - Naomi stripping me on stage at the club, revealing my trimmed pubes, tight ass, and hard six-inch cock to a cheering crowd, and Tom and Kyle stripping me in my room, exposing my piss- and cum-soaked briefs, snapping photos to send to Ethan, Liam, Haoyu, Alex, and Jacob made my face burn. Then Bunga, the housekeeper, had caught me masturbating, seen my cum-splattered stomach, and dragged me naked to the bathroom, possibly glimpsing my shrunken dick in the cold water. I needed a plan to get back to my room unseen.
As I schemed, the bathroom door opened. My heart leapt, hoping Bunga had returned with a towel and clothes. Too nervous to face her after her disgust at my cum-soaked body, I stayed behind the shower curtain, listening to footsteps cross the room toward the benches. A creak told me someone sat down. Thinking it was Bunga waiting, I decided to poke my head out, keeping my nudity hidden. But when I looked, it was Kyle, grinning at me.
“How are you doing, buddy?” he asked, tapping a towel on the bench. “My aunt told me to bring you this.”
“Thanks,” I said, eyeing the towel, hoping he’d bring it over. But Kyle just started untying his trainers, making no move to help.
“How’re the showers? Is the water warm? I’m sweaty as hell from my morning run,” he said, laughing. “Was coming in for a shower when my aunt told me to bring you this. Why’re you in here with no towel or clothes?” He peeled off his damp tank top, revealing his chiseled, hairless torso—broad chest, defined abs, sculpted arms.
I stammered, unable to form an excuse, my face burning as I recalled being naked in front of him and Tom last night. Kyle saved me. “Don’t worry, I know my aunt. Bet she dragged you in here—she’s got no patience.” He laughed, sliding off his shorts to reveal tight blue boxers, soaked with sweat, clinging to his massive cock and balls. “Sorry I told her you pissed yourself. She’s like a bloodhound with lies, asking me about everyone.”
My cheeks flushed, knowing he’d spread the story, and those photos, to the flat. The cold bathroom air made me shiver, my balls tightening, my soft cock shrinking further into my pubes. I had to get that towel, even if it meant walking out naked. Taking a deep breath, I cupped my cock and balls with both hands and stepped out, water dripping down my slim body, my trimmed pubes peeking through my fingers.
As I approached the bench, Kyle dropped his boxers, standing fully nude. I froze, awestruck. His body was like a Greek god’s—flawless muscles, not a hair except on his head. His huge cock, maybe four inches soft, dangled thickly between his legs, his heavy balls swaying. I couldn’t help but stare, my eyes tracing the smooth shaft and plump balls, comparing them to my own pitiful three inches. Our eyes locked, and a sly grin spread across his face.
“Checking out the merchandise, buddy?” he teased. “It is okay. Been dealing with it since puberty. What can I say, I have a large cock and nice balls! People like looking at them and I like showing them off!” He then grabbed around the base of his cock and balls and shook it and swung them in a couple of circles. “Is he showing off or just rubbing it in that he has a much larger package??” I wondered.I stammered, mortified he might think I was gay, my hands still cupping my privates, the cum from earlier still smeared on my stomach. “Nah, don’t worry,” Kyle said. “I get this all the time. People are shocked by my body—I’ve worked hard for it.” He flexed his arms and chest, his cock bouncing slightly, completely unashamed. “Oh, shit, here’s your towel. You look freezing,” he said, finally walking over to hand it to me.
I fumbled to wrap the towel around my waist without exposing myself, my soft cock and balls barely covered. “You’ve got a decent body too, Eric,” Kyle said. “Wanna hit the gym with me sometime? I can give you pointers. Tom’s up for it too.”
“Yeah, thanks,” I mumbled, relieved I’d kept my modesty.
Still naked, Kyle slung an arm around my shoulders, his cock flapping as he moved. “Don’t worry, I’ll look after you. You’re shy, inexperienced—I’ll make sure you survive uni.” He strolled to the showers, his massive dick swinging. I hurried back to my room, my mind reeling. Bunga had seen my cum-soaked body, possibly my tiny dick in the cold; Kyle had caught me staring at his cock; and the whole flat knew about my piss-stained briefs. University was a nightmare.
I changed and hid in my room all day, too embarrassed to face anyone. But hunger finally drove me to the kitchen. Liam was there, eating at the table. We greeted each other, and then, to my horror, I saw my blue bikini briefs in the center of the table, freshly washed. Bunga must’ve left them there. I thought about ignoring them, pretending they weren’t mine, not wanting Liam, the chavy football lad, to know I wore briefs. He’d poked fun at others last night.
“Hey, bruv, these yours?” Liam asked, pointing at them.
“Um, no, I don’t think so,” I lied, avoiding eye contact.
“There’s a note with your name, bruv,” he said, smirking.
Cursing inwardly, I grabbed the briefs and stuffed them in my pocket. Liam laughed. “Those are well embarrassing, bruv! I’d never be caught dead in them. You need designer brands—girls love a nice waistband.” He stood, lifting his shirt to show his abs and the white Calvin Klein briefs peeking above his low-slung jeans, the bright fabric contrasting his dark skin. “See, like this.”
I forced a laugh, desperate to end the conversation. “Didn’t know many guys wore briefs,” I said, finding some courage.
“During sport and exercise, some of us guys need the extra support of briefs, compression shorts, or a jock. I do anyway.” He laughed and gave me a quick wink. Leaving me wondering. “Great, another pod mate with a big package…or so he claims.”” Liam said. “But you wear boxers on nights out. Be well embarrassing pulling those briefs down in front of a girl.” He laughed, mimicking a banana hammock.
I nodded, not admitting I could only afford briefs until I had more money. I glanced at the note with my briefs. It was from Bunga, confirming she’d washed them, but it also said she was booking me a doctor’s appointment for my “lack of control” and “other problem.” My face burned—she thought I wet the bed and couldn’t control ejaculating. What was the “other problem”? The ambiguity terrified me, and the thought of facing a university doctor with my humiliations laid bare my small soft cock, my cum-soaked body, my exposed shame—made my stomach churn.

 

[Sexy123789]

Kyle helping Tom & Eric at the gym…

So after having his barely covered bikini briefs erection seen by Tom with Tom clearly paying attention saying it was “six inches and proper thick,” to Kyle. Eric’s trimmed bush seen by Tom. His average balls fondled by Tom. His soft cock pissing everywhere in front of Tom, his tiny three inch piss stained soft cock seen by Tom.

Maybe now Eric will get to see Tom change in the locker room or shower and finally Eric can get a better look at Tom?

Liam needs extra support? Sounds promising.

Going to the Doctor? No way that can end without a lot of exposure and humiliation. Eric’s desire for his privates to remain private keeps proving a failure, everyone is seeing his nice gentials in every state possible!

 

[liittlefiish]

Please Take Your Underwear off​

A College physical exam is meant to be clinical, yet it often stirs feelings that are anything but neutral. Embarrassment is almost unavoidable, and when people ozf both sexes are present as observers, that discomfort tends to heighten. What should remain a sterile medical setting can suddenly carry undertones of exposure and scrutiny. For the patient, being undressed in front of others may feel like an unwanted performance; for the onlookers, the act of watching can slip into a kind of voyeurism. The result is a complicated mix of self-consciousness and unspoken arousal—despite the unyielding pretense that the doctor’s office is free of anything sexual. And in recent days, this has been the most talked-about topic among first-year students. In our room, Alex and Jacob were the first students to be called in for the check in this morning.
“Dude, you look traumatized,” Haoyu says, leaning back on the couch with a smirk. “What happened at this health check? Spill it.”
“You don’t even know, man. It was like something out of a nightmare. I went through this morning at the health check for new students. It was run by this doctor named Dr. Zella, and let me just say, she’s not someone you mess with. The women got these piercing green eyes and a stare that could make a linebacker cry. She’s middle-aged, shapely, and walks into the room like she owns every soul in it. You can tell she loves being in charge, and with that “Doctor” title, she’s basically a dictator in her exam room.”
“There were twelve of us, all athletes from the college, standing in this cold exam room. She’d already made us strip down to our underwear in the changing room next door and line up alphabetically against the wall. I’m Alex, so I was right at the front, feeling like a specimen on display. Some of the guys tried to cover themselves up, but Dr. Zella wasn’t having it. “Arms at your sides!” she barked, and boom, there went any shred of dignity we had left. It was like an assembly line of humiliation, and she was running it like a drill sergeant.
“Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, she opens the door and calls in this receptionist from the front desk.”
“Hold up, they brought in a random receptionist? Was she, like, taking notes or something?” Haoyu bursts out laughing.
“Notes? Please. She didn’t even pretend she had a job to do. She planted herself right beside Dr. Zella, staring at us like we were some kind of exhibit. I think her name was Rose, maybe Julia—I was too embarrassed to really register. And the crazy part? She wasn’t a nurse, not a med student, nothing like that. Just an office assistant who scored the best seat in the house for the most uncomfortable performance ever.”
“This young brunette, probably around twenty, strolls in and instantly lights up like a kid walking into a candy shop. There we are—twelve guys stripped down to our briefs—and she’s scanning every detail with wide eyes. My thoughts? Perfect. Now it’s a spectator sport. And sure enough, she’s no medical professional, just an admin worker who decided to stick around. She drops into the chair right next to Dr. Zella, practically glowing with how much she’s enjoying the scene, not even trying to play it cool.”
“So what, she just sat there?” Liam leans forward. “Didn’t even do anything?”
“Exactly. Just sat there and watched.”
“So, since I’m first in line—thanks, alphabet—Dr. Zella calls me out: “Alex, step forward.” I’m standing there, practically naked, with my crotch at eye level for both of them. No gown, no table, just me standing like some kind of exhibit. She does this quick check of my head and chest, like she’s ticking boxes on autopilot.”
“Raise your arms. Deep breath. Open your mouth. Squat. Stand up.” It’s all so mechanical, but then she hits me with it: “Slip down your underwear. Turn your head and cough.”
“No way! Right in front of the receptionist?” Haoyu chokes on his soda.
“Yup, I froze. I mean, come on, I’m standing there with these two women staring at my junk, and now I’ve got to drop my drawers? I hesitated, and she snapped the order again, louder. Behind me, I hear a couple of the guys snicker as I reluctantly pull my underwear down to my ankles. My bare butt’s facing the other eleven guys, and I can hear them stifle their laughs because they know they’re next. My face is burning. Dr. Zella’s seen it all before, you can tell. She’s got this smug little smirk, like she gets a kick out of making guys squirm. The receptionist, though? Her eyes are huge, like she’s never seen a dude naked before. She’s blushing but staring, hard. Dr. Zella starts with this long, slow visual check of my… you know, down there. Like, thirty seconds of just staring. Then she grabs one of my balls and starts rolling it around, taking her sweet time. I let out a little gasp—couldn’t help it—and the receptionist’s eyes got even wider. Dr. Zella moves to the other one, same deal, then inspects my scrotum like it’s a science experiment. My dick’s bouncing around, and of course, with two women staring and her hands all over me, I start getting… uh, excited.”
“No. You didn’t.” Haoyu’s jaw drops.
“I did, Couldn’t help it, man. She’s got her hands all over me, and I’m standing there naked with two women staring. I wanted to die.The doctor’s barely hiding her amusement. I swear she’s done this a million times and loves it. The receptionist, though, she’s just soaking it all in, like this is the best day of her job. Dr. Zella then grabs my dick—yep, my fully hard dick—and starts “palpating” it, inch by inch, up to the tip. She even pulls open the urethra, and I’m leaking a bit, which she totally expected but the receptionist didn’t. That girl’s face was priceless. Then it’s the “turn your head and cough” bit, and I can see the receptionist smiling like she’s finally witnessing some secret guy ritual.”...
“This whole genital exam takes, like, three minutes. Three minutes of pure torture with these two women staring at my junk. Finally, she tells me to turn around, and now I’m facing the other eleven guys with my raging hard-on out for everyone to see. They’re all staring, and I’m just standing there, mortified, for like twenty seconds.”
“Everyone has a shocked look on their face. Like they can’t believe it.” said Alex. My face was so red.
Haoyu looked puzzled. “They were like surprised that you were hard?”
“Well. I am sure but you see…I…uhhh…” Alex gulped.
“Don’t be so embarrassed. I will tell them because it was impossible not to look. Alex here is hung like a horse. The huge cock and his balls are big and hang low. His package is enormous.” Jacob looked annoyed.
“You guys are messing with us?” Alex looked down. His face turned red. “No. I got a lot of nicknames in High School track and swimming. Big Alex is what a lot of them called me. Word spread around school.”
“You are acting like that is embarrassing. Why are you not proud?” Liam’s eyes narrowed.
“What about the receptionist? Was she still watching?” Haoyu’s wiping tears from his eyes.
“Oh, yeah, She’s got this big smile, like she’s having the best day ever. Then Dr. Zella makes me bend over—legs apart, no less—for a good twenty seconds. No rectal exam, thank God, but I’m bent over with my balls dangling and my butt hole on display for both women. The receptionist is loving every second of this.
“Are we supposed to feel sorry for you because you have a big cock? Seriously?”
“YOU SEE!” Shouted Alex. “Nobody understands. Finally, she tells me to get dressed and get out. I’ve never pulled up my underwear so fast in my life.”
“That’s insane. Did the other guys get the same treatment?” Liam shakes his head.
“I didn’t stick around to watch,” I say. “But I heard them groaning in the changing room after. Dr. Zella’s got this down to an art form. She knows exactly how to make you feel like you’re under a microscope. And that receptionist? She’s probably still dreaming about it.”
“You think she signed up for that job just for days like this?” Haoyu grins.
“She looked way too happy to be there. Anyway, I’m never going back to that clinic if I can help it. Dr. Zella’s probably still cackling about how she made twelve guys’ day a living hell.”
“You were lucky. I was the last one to go through the health check this morning, and it didn’t stop at just a genital exam and a quick glance at the anus.” Jacob say….

 

[liittlefiish]

“So, you guys ever had one of those physicals where you just want the ground to swallow you whole?” Jacob started, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and mortification.

“Oh, man, I had one this morning that still makes me cringe. What happened to you?” Alex groaned immediately.

“Yeah, spill it, Jacob. What kind of nightmare are we talking about here?” Haoyu and I are always the curious ones.

"It was a group physical for a bunch of us guys, same you Alex. And they went alphabetically, so I was the last one called in that group. Watching the others go first was nerve-wracking, each guy had to face the room during their exam, and after the genital check, most of them were visibly embarrassed, standing there with erections in front of everyone. I felt bad for them, but I was secretly relieved knowing I’d be spared the audience when my turn came. By the time my name was called, I was already a mess. Watching the doctor and her assistant, a wide-eyed brunette who seemed way too interested—handling the other guys had me rock hard for a while, with a noticeable wet spot of pre-cum soaking through my pants. I caught the assistant eyeing it with curiosity, which only made things worse."

“I think those two assistants who help the doctor are a lot like you. I heard their names are Rose and Julia.I froze when she said I was the last one! Luckily my friends aren’t here to watch. All the other guys are gone now. The other guys only had to drop their shorts briefly, but I had to strip completely."

"Oh, man, that’s next level. My doctor at least let me keep my boxers around my ankles.” Alex slapped his knee, howling.

"Sure, but two women were still here! And it wasn’t like she hadn’t noticed the tent in my briefs. She had to know how humiliating this would be. Still, there was something about her—she had this way of getting us to do exactly what she wanted. So, with a deep breath, I hooked my fingers into my waistband, pulled my briefs down, and let them hit the floor. I stepped forward, stark naked, and the assistant’s eyes locked onto my erection immediately."

"I expected to feel mortified, but instead, it was strangely thrilling. The assistant had this pleased smile, her head tilted as she took in every detail. I was humiliated by how openly she enjoyed it, yet it turned me on even more. As she stared at my erection and the precum dripping from it, I couldn’t help but watch her reaction, caught in this weird mix of shame and excitement. It’s wild how you can feel two opposite things at once humiliated, taken advantage of, but also incredibly aroused by their blatant voyeurism."

“Dude, I feel you. At my exam, there was this moment where the nurse was like, ‘Oh, don’t worry, it’s normal,’ while staring right at my junk. Normal for who?! Did you at least try to cover up or something?” Alex winced, shaking his head.

"After watching the doctor give the other eleven guys erections with her thorough exams, mine was as stiff as it could get, dripping noticeably. They had me stand there, facing them, for what felt like forever—probably two minutes. It was clear they were savoring it. I was the last guy, the “dessert” they wanted to linger over. Their eyes roamed over my shaft, my balls, my circumcision scar, and the precum glistening at the tip. I’d never stood naked like that in front of women before, and it was both mortifying and exhilarating."

"Why they lingered on me when they hadn’t with the others, I don’t know. Maybe after seeing all those guys, they just wanted to indulge themselves. With no other guys in the room, they probably felt free to take their time. I was too turned on to protest—part of me even wanted to be their plaything. The assistant, especially, wasn’t hiding her interest."

"Eventually, the doctor moved on to the rest of the exam—checking my heartbeat, ears, and so on. But the assistant? She was still fixated on my erection, and the precum kept coming. She was fidgeting, pressing her legs together, clearly has worked up as I was. It only made me hornier."

"When the doctor finally got to the genital exam, her touch on my testicle made my whole-body shudder. Both women noticed, glancing up at me. It felt so good, I couldn’t hide it. The longer she handled me, the more I lost myself in the sensation. I knew if she kept going, I’d lose control completely, which would’ve been mortifying."

"A new female aide opened the door. Wide-eyed, he looked straight at my naked body. The Doctor was very annoyed and said “YES???” That awoke her from her shock…probably lust.” Jacob laughed.

“The aide stammered to the doctor ‘I am so sorry to intrude but your husband said this call is urgent!” With great irritation the Doctor snapped “I cannot do my job with that helpless man constantly calling me over inane matters. This part of the exam is ruined, and I will have to start again! I apologize Jacob, you will need to excuse me.” She stormed out of the office, leaving me alone with the Assistant.”

“Alone? Oh, this is gonna get good. What happened?” Alex raised an eyebrow.

"I stood there naked, trying to act casual. To break the tension, I blurted out, “Is watching all this turning you on at all?” She blushed, looked at her shoes, then grinned. “Let’s just say I’ll be heading to the ladies’ room to… tidy up after this.”

“It got so awkward. She’s fidgeting, I’m standing there naked, and we’re both trying to pretend it’s not weird.

"Then she said something that stuck with me: “How can you guys let this happen? I could never be naked like that with a guy watching.” I shrugged. “It’s just how it is for us. Embarrassing, sure, but it’s also a turn-on.”

"She, then—shockingly—lightly brushed her finger against my erection. She yanked her hand back, horrified at herself, muttering about where the doctor was. I knew if the doctor hadn’t returned right then, things might’ve gone further. Haha"

“The doctor comes back, starts the genital exam again—like, from scratch, even though she’d already done it. Then the other aide barges in again, just to say she found some file. Stares at me the whole time. And then, at the end, the doctor decides to do a rectal exam. Out of nowhere. None of the other guys got one.”

“A rectal exam? In front of the assistant? Jacob, that’s… I don’t even know what to say.” Haoyu’s face was pure shock.

“Yeah, I’m bent over, she’s got her finger up there, and the assistant’s watching like it’s a science experiment. And then—get this—the different aide than the first walks in. The door wide open, who knows who else saw. You would not believe it. She must have forgotten what she was there to do and just closed the door behind her and walked over to my exam area and stood with the doctor and assistant. The Doctor could not care less, she was too busy sinking her finger into my ass, twisting, looking for my prostate. I’m moaning, I’m so embarrassed but also… it felt good. Too good. The doctor hits my prostate, and, uh, let’s just say I made a mess on the floor.” Jacob nodded, his face flushing again.

“No. Way. You… finished? In the exam room?” Alex’s jaw dropped.

"Yup, she added a second finger, explaining it helped her “feel” better. Then she announced she’d massage my prostate. When she pressed it, my body jolted with pleasure. She kept going, her other hand on my balls, until I couldn’t hold back. I came hard, my cum hitting the floor, the assistant gasping in surprise. The doctor didn’t stop, making it the most intense orgasm I’d ever had."

"They all watched me clean it up, too. The doctor hands me a tissue like it’s no big deal and tells me to wipe myself off and clean the floor. I’m squatting there, naked, with three women staring at me. It was the most humiliating—and honestly, hottest—moment of my life.” Jacob buried his face in his hands, laughing.

“That’s insane. How do you even recover from that? Did you say anything to the doctor?” Haoyu shook his head, still processing.

“What could I say? They knew what they were doing. The assistant even smiled at me after, like we had this weird, shared secret. I just got dressed and bolted.” Jacob said.

“Man, your story beats mine. My exam was embarrassing, but I didn’t have an audience of three. Just the one nurse who wouldn’t stop staring. I swear she was trying to make me squirm. Eric, you got anything like this?”

“No way, man. My last physical was just a blood pressure check and some questions. I’m never signing up for whatever you guys went through. That sounds like a nightmare.” I raised his hands defensively.

“Nightmare? Sure. But also… kinda fun. In a twisted way.” Jacob laughed. “Oh Eric…didn’t you know the Uni does this for all first-year students? All of us will have to go. Luck of the draw if you are paired or even tripled up with guys from the pod to see your erection or even your prostate exam!”

 

[liittlefiish]

My exhibitionist roommate​

I moved into my freshman dorm room on the very first move-in day available for the fall semester, after relentlessly begging my parents all summer to let me arrive early. The room was small: a single bunk bed by a large window, one mattress above another, ready for me and Alex to fight over the top bunk; aWorn dressers and desks sat opposite each other, a wardrobe and mirror completing the setup. Sharing this with Alex felt daunting, but I’d make it work. Living here alone might’ve been manageable, but the idea of two full-grown guys sharing this tiny space for a year felt overwhelming. Go figure—I’d pleaded to move in as soon as possible, and now, standing alone in the room, I was already mourning the lack of a private door to shut. This was going to be a major adjustment, but I knew I’d make it work. I didn’t have a choice.
As I started unpacking, I thought about the roommate assignments I’d heard about. Tom was set to bunk with Kyle, and I could already imagine them arguing over who’d get the top bunk, especially with Kyle’s late-night gaming habits. I was paired with Alex, who I’d met briefly at orientation—he seemed quiet, but I wondered how we’d negotiate the bunk bed situation. Jacob was rooming with Ethan, and I could picture Ethan insisting on the bottom bunk for his neatly organized space, while Jacob’s stuff would probably end up scattered everywhere. Meanwhile, Liam was assigned to Haoyu, and I couldn’t help but wonder who’d claim the top bunk in their room, given Haoyu’s intense study routine and Liam’s habit of blasting music at all hours. Each pairing felt like a social experiment, and the bunk beds only added another layer of complexity to surviving the year in these cramped quarters.

I’m sharing a room with Alex, and when I first saw him, I couldn’t help but size him up. He’s probably 5’9” and around 160 pounds, with defined arms that scream he’s no stranger to the gym. He was dressed in a blue v-neck shirt, white basketball shorts, and black Nike slides, the white swooshes standing out across the straps stretched over his feet. His jet-black hair was cropped short, and a few days’ worth of stubble dusted his face. He didn’t strike me as a star athlete or a bodybuilder—just a fit, bro-ish guy who seemed destined to pledge a frat by the end of the month. Standing next to him, I felt like a scrawny kid, already wondering if we’d have anything in common.

Seeing the state of his laundry, I could tell he was probably going to be messy, but at least he was extremely easy on the eyes. I could live with that. I climbed into my bed, pretending to scroll through stuff on my phone while I was actually stealing frequent glances of Alex's perfection. I was so enthralled during my first sighting that I hadn't even noticed his unbelievably huge ass until now, the strained fabric of his white mesh shorts easily betraying the massive mounds within, his crack obvious at the center. I could already imagine him bragging to his bro buddies about how much weight he was able to squat. He must squat all the time.

"Hey man, now's as good a time as any to tell you that if we're living together you're gonna see me naked. I can't sleep with clothes on and me and my brothers were always changing in front of each other so I don't even think about it most of the time. Just a head's up." Of course he did it while I was staring at his butt. My mind was racing, already feeling like he'd caught me. "Yup” I answered, trying not to panic.
Alex suddenly pulled his shirt off in front of it, kicking his slides away and slipping his shorts down too, his big smooth butt poking out as he freed his ankles. I was shocked, the guy I'd introduced myself to five minutes ago now standing there completely naked in front of me. My dick was achingly hard in my shorts taking in his massive round globes, my desire more urgent than ever.

He twisted around, catching my stunned expression as my eyes darted away from him. Alex laughed.
"Dude, we're going to be living together for the next year in this tiny little room. We might as well start getting comfortable around each other." He grabbed a towel off his bed, wrapping it around his waist.

"Oh, um, yeah, you're right," I stumbled to say, unwilling to look back up at him.
Alex laughed like he was amused at my sense of modesty. "I'm going to check those showers out right now, actually. I'm sweaty as fuck after running." He pushed his feet back into his slides, his footsteps creeping across the floor.

I was surprised he was walking out of the room like that, clad only in a towel and those slides, but he'd probably been playing sports all his life. The guy was obviously accustomed to being nude and nearly nude around a hoard of other boys. He didn't feel the least bit intimidated walking down the hallway barely covered, even if it was unthinkable to me. Alex definitely wasn't shy.

As soon as the door was shut, I grabbed the bulge in my shorts and started to urgently stroke my hard dick through the fabric, imagining plunging my tongue into those big, sweaty cheeks. I only indulged for a couple minutes before I forced myself to stop. What would he think if he walked back in and found me jerking off after seeing him naked?
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Alex returned to the room draped in his towel, the thing now obviously damp after 20 mins. My eyes grazed up his torso from there. He walked up to his dresser and let the towel drop to the floor as he reached into one of the drawers, his ass hanging there invitingly again.

"Those showers fucking suck," he mumbled, grabbing a pair of black boxers and turning toward me as he pulled them on. "There's barely any water pressure!"
My gaze instantly shot to his crotch, a thick bush of untamed pubic hair resting above his soft dick and drooping balls.

I looked at his cock more closely and my mouth dropped. Jacob did not lie. Alex’s soft cock was bigger than my hard one. Probably 6 inches in length. His balls drooped even lower, hanging almost halfway down between his legs. The size of a chicken egg, each one. I could only wonder what would happen if he was hard. Also…how did he walk or run with that long cock and low-hanging, big, drooping nutsack flopping around between his thighs??

I looked up and Alex was staring at me, smiling. I was so flustered at being caught staring I immediately blushed and looked down.

“Roomie, roomie, roomie! Don’t be embarrassed! I did swimming, track, and basketball in school. Do you know how many stares I have gotten in the locker room?? I have checked other guys out, but got bored of it when everyone was smaller than me. The stares and glances, I have gotten used to them a long time ago. It doesn’t make you gay, bro. It means you are curious and sizing up the competition. I am convinced we all do it but don’t want to admit we are insecure and curious and don’t wanna be called gay. Unless you are like Kyle and just obsessed with your own dick and putting down everyone else that is smaller. Which I think is weird. Half the time I think he is bi because he is always showing his off and getting others to show theirs!”

Alex slid his boxers on. “Do me one favor though, bro.”

I looked up timidly and gulped “Sure Alex, whatever helps you out.”

Alex looked serious for a brief moment “I get it is big. But don’t go around and tell people I have a ‘horse cock’ like Jacob. I want to be known as Alex, the person. I want to get a girlfriend based on who I am as a person and we can work out what to do with my cock between us. I don’t like being known for just my cock and becoming some sort of challenge for girls to try and then move on. It makes me feel used.”

“I never thought of it that way. I promise not to talk about it. I figure that we will both have naked moments and random erections around each other. Don’t laugh and talk about mine, I won’t gossip about yours.” Said Eric.

Alex smiled and gave me a thumbs up. “Deal bro. You are so cool l, Eric!”

"I'm fucking exhausted," he said, nodding at me. "I'm going to try to get some sleep. Night, roomie."

 

[liittlefiish]

Erotic wet dreams​

I went off to college with some trepidation, but with a feeling of optimism and excitement as well. I felt it was going to be absolutely essential my freshman year in the dorms. For my first week of school I had a dorm room. I don't have too many complaints about the campus housing, other than that the freshmen dorms at my school have community restrooms, one for each wing on each floor. Aside from having to trek all the way down the hall and get decent just to take a drunken piss in the middle of the night (for example) it wasn't a bad deal. Free toilet paper and maid service in the bathroom kept it pretty sanitary. But the closest thing I got to sex was hearing the poor guys who needed to get off so badly that they jerked it in the community shower stalls.

I was used to having my own room at home, so jacking off at least twice a day was normal for me. The only problem I ever had at home, with privacy. It was actually the fourth night that we were in our room. Before we started our routine, and I had gone four days without any relief and I hadn't been able to jack in four days, I was feeling very horny.

So here we are, four days in and my cock is about to burst. I tried jacking off earlier in the day, but Alex and I pretty much have the same class schedule, so he walked in on me that afternoon while I was lying on the lower bunk pulling my pud. I think I got covered up fast enough before he saw too much, but it was pretty damn obvious what I was doing. He was nice enough not to say anything, but I am sure that the room smelled of precum, as I leak everywhere as soon as my cock gets hard. I reached over to the floor where I had left my underwear and slid them back on while remaining underneath my sheets. Alex only glanced over at me with a slight shy smile as he logged into his computer. I had to wait almost 15 minutes before my cock deflated and I could get out of the bed without my raging hardon sticking straight out. I ended up with a bad case of blue balls for the rest of the afternoon.

After dinner, he and I headed back to our room to get some studying done. We shared a Spanish class together, so we helped each other memorize some vocabulary. He was definitely better at Spanish than I am! After what seemed to be a long night of studying, we both got ready for bed. I have to wear my tight white briefs while I sleep, as it keeps my sheets from getting too crusty, but Alex sleeps naked and he always climbs up onto his bunk that way. This is why I have seen his cock up close so often and my favorite time to tease him about the brute instrument between his thick runner's legs.

I was sound asleep, a fitful sleep. Now a sound woke me. I opened my eyes and in the dim street light saw someone standing there, naked. Her shadow moved to my bed. I froze where I lay. A girl leaned over to kiss my dick. I heard her softly whisper "Eric, you are so handsome, like a Greek god. I need to have you for myself." I felt her hand move beneath the thin sheet and run down my chest towards her ultimate goal hidden there. As she neared my crotch I shivered.

Suddenly, I heard loud music! My clock radio went off waking me from my pleasant dream. It was as if the dream was real. My cock ached with need and my morning wood. I woke exhausted and when I rolled onto my side, was surprised to feel a sticky wet spot under me. Then I realized it was not piss but cum that had spread out on my sheet. I had a wet dream and I was surprised to find that it could still happen when I am 18 now. I sat at the edge of the bed as I started to remember the dream that was so strong and vivid that it took my body over. I vaguely remember the feeling of my cock slamming violently into a tight, hot pussy. I could hear the moans and groans and guttural cursing of my partner, driving me on and challenging me to “tear her pussy open”. I smiled as more of the dream flowed from my subconscious and I remembered, pulling her nipples as I drove my cock ever harder into her.

Her large soft breasts filled my hands as I roughly felt them. Her nipples begged for my thumbs to flick across them. Soon enough she threw one leg over my stomach and lowered herself nearer to my body. She was quite warm and her heart felt good. She moved herself slowly back and forth, letting her pussy lips massage the sensitive underside of my cock. She’d been cleanly shaved a couple days ago but now the short stubble added a new sensation to the action my cock was feeling. Was it tickling or scratching? Was it good or bad? It was great is what it was!

She grabbed my cock with one hand and held it straight up. Lowering herself a little, she placed her lips directly on the head of my cock. Wiping my cock back and forth across her opening she used the pre-cum to add to her own lubrication.

Finally she lowered herself a little more so the head of my cock was straining to separate and open her lips. I could feel the slit of my cock being pulled open as the head entered her chamber. The interior walls of her pussy provided just the right amount of friction! Soon her “taint” was pressing on my balls as she wiggled around a little to make her position more comfortable. For almost a minute after I’d fully entered her she remained calm, with no movement.

She liked being on top and also liked having my cock deep inside her. Just as my cock was enjoying this morning treat her pussy was enjoying it, too. My hands were now slowly caressing her hips and thighs. Pretty soon she began her up and down movements. Slowly at first but then gathering speed, she threw her head back and grinned at the feeling she was generating for herself.

Suddenly my cock popped out of her pussy! She’d risen a little too high! Or maybe I was a little too short? And then she was still moving up and down to stroke my cock and get herself worked up to an orgasm. Switching between the boobies and pinching the nipples made her smile and moan. Many kisses were exchanged as she continued to drive me toward an explosion of cum but that was still several minutes in the future.

Up and down, up and down – what a great form of exercise for her! And what a great way for me to wake up and start my day! Soon enough of course, the motion worked its magic on me; soon enough the cum was coursing out the end of my cock and deep into her pussy! Six or seven shots of the sticky, white fluid and I was spent. The cum lubricated each organ, hers and mine, and reduced the friction that had provoked the spurting in the first place. I was quickly losing my hardness; she stopped her up and down motion and chuckled out loud. It was all coming back to me and my cock stiffened at the recollections.

Now I was alone in my dorm room. No sign that anyone had been there. Maybe Alex was running. He likes running in the morning. I slowly turned to face the clock. It was a Saturday morning with no classes or practices on my agenda. It took me a few minutes to get myself together and head to the showers at the end of the hall. I wrapped my towel around my waist and headed down. I didn't expect that any of the other guys would be up yet. I went to the shower to shake that bad feeling left by the dream. As the water sprayed down on me, I tried to focus on the sexual part of last night’s nocturnal emissions. When I shot my spurts of cum against the tiled walls.

 

[liittlefiish]

First nights in the dorm​

In the evening, Alex returned to his room after jogging and took a shower. When he stepped out of the bathroom, still wearing his boxers, I noticed a prominent wet stain from not drying off properly. I couldn’t help but tease him, suggesting he needed to shake off more thoroughly. Alex grinned and shot back, “Yeah, right, I’d shake it all over you if I didn’t know you’d enjoy it too much.” (Hmm… how did he figure that out?) I let it go and didn’t push further.

Later, after we both washed up and brushed our teeth before bed, I started changing into my pajamas. Alex burst out laughing and teased me, saying we were “big boys” now and should sleep in our underwear instead of pajamas like “little kids.” Who was I to argue? Truth be told, I’d planned to sleep naked when he wasn’t around anyway.

Alex bent over, with his boxer clad ass in my face as he logged off his computer. YUM. I love seeing his ass like this. I couldn't help but breathe in while he was bent over, ass pointing right at me, begging to be... He smelled clean, with a bit of sweat. Oh man... that perky butt looks so good. My rod went completely hard. What the fuck was I doing? Perving on my roommate's ass? Oh shit... I really am getting off on this. Now what the fuck am I going to do? I am all tuned up with no place to go!

Alex finished logging off, and turned off the computer. He was now standing right next to my face, as I lay in the lower bunk with my hard cock stretching the fabric of my CKs, under the sheet. As he did for the last several days, he quickly took off his socks and shirt and left them in a pile next to our bunks. Damn he looks good. There isn't an ounce of fat on this boy! I love looking at the fine black hairs that run from his belly button down into his boxers. He then pulled down his briefs letting free his monster in all its glory. He dropped his briefs on top of the rest of his clothes. I have the best view of this, and I get it every night! This is going to be a hell of a year. His cock looks awesome right now. Did the bastard trim his pubes!? How does he keep them so short?

Alex stepped onto my mattress next to my shoulder and hoisted himself up to the top bunk. I got an eyeful of Alex’s extra long cock and droopy balls slowly swinging around as he climbed up to the bunk. I felt so small compared to him. But I just had to remind myself he is amongst the biggest. Mine is a normal one.

The last view I had of his cock was of it being lifted up directly over my head as his balls flapped about in the air. We say good night, and I reach up and turn the light switch off that is directly above my bed.

So here I am, laying in bed, a bit worked up, with a hot naked man laying directly above me. His cock was just inches from my face... his smell lingers over me. Wait a minute, maybe the smell is coming from below me? Damn! His clothing is in my reach. I couldn't, could I? I really shouldn't, but, well, you know I am going to do it.

I need to release a torrent of cum and it has to be right now. Maybe I can do it quietly? I reach down and I grab my cock, pulling back my briefs so that they straddle my balls, holding them down tight. I love the feeling of having my balls held down by the elastic band of my underwear while I pump my cock. I am gently squeezing my 5.5 inches, trying to will my cock to cum without making too much noise. Precum is flowing down my cock, lubricating my shaft, my fingers and everything in its path. With my left hand I begin pinching nipples and feeling up my abs. I moan quietly.

I hear Alex let out a soft sigh from above me. He moves about a bit, rocking the bed and then settles back down.I hear Alex above me let out a little chuckle. I slow down my jacking and listen intensely to the sounds of my roomie, and dang, I think he may be joining me and he is pounding his own cock. Alex groans a little and then I feel the bed start to move as he is definitely now pulling on his own Cock. Knowing that he is jacking off, and it is probably because he heard me doing it, sends me into a frenzy.

I am desperate to see it, but I don't want him to think I am gay. It is making me crazy listening to him pant and groan. Both of us are getting close to cumming. I hear Alex give a sharp intake of breath, and the bed starts to shake in earnest. I am now thrashing about with the sheet completely off of me, my toes curling up and my muscles tense, as I am about to blow my own load.

I know that this release is going to be hard and fast because I haven't been able to cum in days and with my interrupted jack session from this afternoon, my dick is begging to have the cum shooting out of it. The cum is boiling in my balls and I feel the first wave of my orgasm start rushing up out of my balls. I grab my cock in a steely grasp as I love to make it shoot through my clenched fist. I let out a strangled cry of release as the first shot of my seed escapes from the head of my dick and launches itself into the air landing on my chest with an unmistakable splattering sound. The second, third and fourth shots cover my chest and abdomen completely in boy cum.

From above I hear Alex also start sucking in air and he lets out a huge ARGHAHAHH as he let loose what sounds like a torrent rain of cum. He groans and the bed quivers as he is milking out the cum from his fat dick. He calms down and I hear him begin breathing again more slowly.

I got out of my bed, naked and dripping with cum and reached down, grabbed one of Alex's socks and threw it to him. I went over to my computer and grabbed the tissue box that I keep next to it and took a few tissues to wipe the cum off of my chest and cock. Alex was watching me from his top bunk as I wiped all of the sticky white cum off on my chest. I looked up and he was rubbing the cum off of himself with his dirty sock. He looked so hot lying there naked with his cock still hard trying to clean up the cum with his sock.

In the shadows, I finally saw it! I could see Alex’s still hard cock and almost swore! It looked HUGE. Probably two full inches longer than mine. I would bet a solid 7.5 inches. It curved slightly around to his stomach.

A little humiliated at my softening erection being exposed; I did not move to cover myself. Like Alex said. It is a whole year in a small room. We will know everything about each other by the end of it!

He looked over at me and we both laughed; it was all nervous laughter. I said "Damn. I totally needed that. Sorry if I have kept you awake." Alex said "I feel the same way. I was sooo horny tonight and when I heard you jacking, well, let's just say that the sympathetic vibrations just took over."

"Well Alex, I guess we are just going to have to get used to this. Sharing a room this small, we are just going to have to get used to each other in a lot of ways." I smiled.

Alex said, "Yeah, I guess you're right. Never thought this would happen though, but I am glad we got it out of the way. I felt really bad when I walked in on you earlier today. I am sure you were blue balled as hell all day." I laughed, and said, "You have no idea."

I threw the tissues into the trash can and climbed back into my bunk. Alex finished cleaning himself up with his sock and we both fell asleep.

 

[liittlefiish]

"Morning, roomie!" Alex greeted the next day, uttering the words shortly after I'd opened my eyes. His phone was in his hands, his body still mostly covered with the sheet.

"Morning," I mumbled groggily, glancing down to find the discarded pair of boxers still sitting on the floor. I was wondering if he'd bothered to replace them overnight when Alex folded his sheet down, exposing his dick hard morning.

"Oh shit," he reacted, seeming to realize that he was naked. "I must have lost my underwear while I was sleeping last night!" Alex stood up anyway, his dick sticking straight out..

Seeing his rigid shaft in the bright sunlight, even with my eyes barely open, I observed that he was at least eight inches long. His dick was veiny, gently pulsing with his heartbeat, obviously demanding attention again even though he'd gotten off last night. My fantasies about eating him out disappeared as I started imagining his huge cock plunging into my hole. "No worries," I whispered, turning away as soon as I felt like I couldn't play the groggy and barely awake card anymore. One of Alex's drawers opened, I assumed because he was replacing the soiled underwear.

"Do you remember the first sign of puberty, Eric?" Alex asks, leaning back with a smirk.

"Uh, no, I don’t really know," I say, shrugging and trying to sound clueless.

"Really? Come on, you’ve never had a wet dream?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Wet dream? What’s that?" I blink, feigning confusion.

"Oh, man, you’re serious? Okay, it’s when you, uh, have a dream that gets you so excited you release semen while you sleep. Sometimes called a nocturnal emission.” Alex chuckles, clearly enjoying this.

"So... how does that even happen?" I am naive

“It’s usually your body reacting to a dream—something exciting or sexual. You don’t control it; it just happens, and you wake up with semen on you.”

"Oh, okay. Yeah, I think... Maybe I’ve done that? I laugh

"Yeah, I knew it! I saw some dried, uh, evidence on your underwear and sheets this morning. Bet you had a wild dream that night." Alex laughs.

"Oh, man, sorry." My face goes red, and I mumble,

"Nah, don’t be," Alex says, waving it off. "It’s totally normal. Forget those dumb myths about it messing with your growth or health. Pure nonsense. Most guys have wet dreams at some point. it’s just your body doing its thing. You don’t really control the dreams, so there’s nothing to figure out. Just clean up and move on."

“So, how many wet dreams are you having, Eric?" Alex leans in, smirking.

"Uh, what about you?" I laugh nervously, dodging the question.

"I had a few good ones this week, my friend. Time to try that shower out again," he said like he was wide awake.Without even looking, I knew my roommate was standing across the room with a towel wrapped around his waist, shoving his feet into the black Nike slides. "Hope the water pressure is better," I mumbled into my pillow.

His footsteps clapped against the tile as he walked toward the door. "I don't know, this time I might not even notice!" Alex pronounced with a laugh, the door opening.

I knew he was on his way to bust another load down the shower drain, my own morning wood harder than ever in my already cum-soaked briefs. I twisted my head back to the boxers sitting there invitingly on the ground, struggling to resist my urge to stand up and seize them. As much as I wanted to shove his underwear into my face and bust while driving my tongue into the semen stains, I decided it would be too much of a violation. I couldn't do that to my new friend. I was less than a week into being Alex's roommate, the absurdly hot guy already driving me insane.

 

[Sexy123789]

Hot as fuck. Clueless Alex and his fire hose getting idolized by his roommate.