Chapter VIII – Part 3 – Scarred
Tom has borrowed or gifted me some of his 2-pouch “Seperatec” underwear, which I’m wearing religiously. I’ve still got one of Tom’s used pairs and three never-worn ones, still wrapped up. The first time I try on the new ones, I try to note if they feel different from Tom’s, or if his big cock had stretched it out a bit. I switch around between the two, and indeed they feel different. The external pouch of the mint condition one hugs my cock much tighter than Tom’s. Nicely, stretched them out my boy!
Sometimes when he isn’t paying attention, I switch mine out for one of his used ones. They smell amazing. I usually wear them for the day, and in the evening, I jerk off to the mixed sent from both of us.
As it got hotter outside, I more or less got used to Tom being shirtless in our room and wearing shorts, exposing his muscular legs as well. Still, need to jerk off each time I have the room to myself. I wonder if that’s what Tom does as well when I’m out?
I’m sitting down on my bed and checking my phone, just done with my uni work. Tom is sitting at his desk, still revising. At one point he starts to complain about his coursework, and we start small talk. He starts talking about how he used to play football but had to stop because of a leg injury.
“All healed up now of course. Except for the obvious surgery scar” Tom explains. Scar? How have I not noticed this before. Admittedly, I’m more of an upper body guy, ass, chest, cock, but haven’t paid that much attention to his legs.
“Scar? How bad was it?” I enquire.
“I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before. Remember the time I was in the hospital. You even came to visit once.” Tom explains.
“You must have seen it beforehand. Here.” Tom swivels around in his share facing me.
Shirtless and wearing shorts I take look at him. The hair on his torso now neatly trimmed for the summer. Treasure trial and his chiselled V-shape leading to his bulge. His nice fat bulge!
He spreads his legs, extending the left one slightly. Then he points to a scar on his upper leg, slightly on the inside. Lifting his shorts up just a smidge, to show off the scar. His hairy legs hide it pretty well, even though there’s no hair on the scar itself. As we talk about the injury, surgery, and recovery I’m lying down flat on my stomach facing him. Now I’m at eye-level with his crotch and have a better look at his scar and bulge.
Seemingly still upset by the ordeal and having to stop playing football, he restlessly starts bouncing the other leg. Not the first time I’ve noticed his restless leg syndrome. Then I notice another thing bouncing, his bulge. With each twitch of his leg, his bulge neatly tucked in his shorts, bounces synchronously. I’m having a very hard time looking him in the eyes when we talk, but as he sometimes points as his scar, I still get more than enough looks at his bulge.
He sometimes adjusts his short or his legs. Now, there’s quite a large space between his upper leg and the short fabric. As the leg bouncing continues, I notice something else. His pink foreskin starts to appear in said gap. With each bounce, more and more of his soft cock slides down his leg tightly hugging it. Still barely inside his shorts but bouncing just as the bulge beforehand. That’s when I start to get hard. As I’m lying down on the bed, I’m not worried and very carefully grind my hips against the bed, encouraging the hardon. Tom doesn’t seem to notice.
That’s definitely a different look of his soft cock. Carefully tugged between his legs, resting on the chair. Just a fat piece of meat. Wondering if at one point he’d get hard as well, with the continuous bouncing? His head still fully covered by his foreskin. Moreover, hiding behind his cock are his huge pair of hairy nuts.
“Anyway.” Tom finished and gets up. His shorts still rolled up a bit, parts of his huge cock are still hanging out of the shorts as he stands. Instinctively readjusting his shorts to cover it up. I don’t think he even noticed his cock was hanging out as we continued talking.
That’s when it hits me how short some of his shorts actually were. I’d literally just had to lift them up an inch to reveal his dick hanging down his leg. Maybe I should let him spot me in the gym?
“Fancy a swim?” I ask out of nowhere. It would be a nice cooldown from the heat and would be another excuse to admire his ripped body and bulge.
Tom has borrowed or gifted me some of his 2-pouch “Seperatec” underwear, which I’m wearing religiously. I’ve still got one of Tom’s used pairs and three never-worn ones, still wrapped up. The first time I try on the new ones, I try to note if they feel different from Tom’s, or if his big cock had stretched it out a bit. I switch around between the two, and indeed they feel different. The external pouch of the mint condition one hugs my cock much tighter than Tom’s. Nicely, stretched them out my boy!
Sometimes when he isn’t paying attention, I switch mine out for one of his used ones. They smell amazing. I usually wear them for the day, and in the evening, I jerk off to the mixed sent from both of us.
As it got hotter outside, I more or less got used to Tom being shirtless in our room and wearing shorts, exposing his muscular legs as well. Still, need to jerk off each time I have the room to myself. I wonder if that’s what Tom does as well when I’m out?
I’m sitting down on my bed and checking my phone, just done with my uni work. Tom is sitting at his desk, still revising. At one point he starts to complain about his coursework, and we start small talk. He starts talking about how he used to play football but had to stop because of a leg injury.
“All healed up now of course. Except for the obvious surgery scar” Tom explains. Scar? How have I not noticed this before. Admittedly, I’m more of an upper body guy, ass, chest, cock, but haven’t paid that much attention to his legs.
“Scar? How bad was it?” I enquire.
“I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before. Remember the time I was in the hospital. You even came to visit once.” Tom explains.
“You must have seen it beforehand. Here.” Tom swivels around in his share facing me.
Shirtless and wearing shorts I take look at him. The hair on his torso now neatly trimmed for the summer. Treasure trial and his chiselled V-shape leading to his bulge. His nice fat bulge!


He spreads his legs, extending the left one slightly. Then he points to a scar on his upper leg, slightly on the inside. Lifting his shorts up just a smidge, to show off the scar. His hairy legs hide it pretty well, even though there’s no hair on the scar itself. As we talk about the injury, surgery, and recovery I’m lying down flat on my stomach facing him. Now I’m at eye-level with his crotch and have a better look at his scar and bulge.
Seemingly still upset by the ordeal and having to stop playing football, he restlessly starts bouncing the other leg. Not the first time I’ve noticed his restless leg syndrome. Then I notice another thing bouncing, his bulge. With each twitch of his leg, his bulge neatly tucked in his shorts, bounces synchronously. I’m having a very hard time looking him in the eyes when we talk, but as he sometimes points as his scar, I still get more than enough looks at his bulge.
He sometimes adjusts his short or his legs. Now, there’s quite a large space between his upper leg and the short fabric. As the leg bouncing continues, I notice something else. His pink foreskin starts to appear in said gap. With each bounce, more and more of his soft cock slides down his leg tightly hugging it. Still barely inside his shorts but bouncing just as the bulge beforehand. That’s when I start to get hard. As I’m lying down on the bed, I’m not worried and very carefully grind my hips against the bed, encouraging the hardon. Tom doesn’t seem to notice.

That’s definitely a different look of his soft cock. Carefully tugged between his legs, resting on the chair. Just a fat piece of meat. Wondering if at one point he’d get hard as well, with the continuous bouncing? His head still fully covered by his foreskin. Moreover, hiding behind his cock are his huge pair of hairy nuts.
“Anyway.” Tom finished and gets up. His shorts still rolled up a bit, parts of his huge cock are still hanging out of the shorts as he stands. Instinctively readjusting his shorts to cover it up. I don’t think he even noticed his cock was hanging out as we continued talking.
That’s when it hits me how short some of his shorts actually were. I’d literally just had to lift them up an inch to reveal his dick hanging down his leg. Maybe I should let him spot me in the gym?
“Fancy a swim?” I ask out of nowhere. It would be a nice cooldown from the heat and would be another excuse to admire his ripped body and bulge.

