My Hung Roommate Keeps Flashing His Dick To Me

[LiamCox]

I had this new roommate move in with me about a week ago. His name's Alex, he's 23 like me, and we found each other through some online ad for sharing an apartment. I live in this small two-bedroom place in the city, it's cheap and close to my job at the coffee shop. When he first came to check it out, I figured I should be upfront, you know? So I told him straight away, "Hey, just so you know, I'm gay."

He looked at me and then shrugged, "Cool, no issues man. I've shared places with all kinds of people before." That made me relax a bit. He seemed chill, straight guy, works at some warehouse or something, likes sports and video games. We hit it off okay from the start, talking about random stuff like movies and food. It's been nice having someone around after living alone since my breakup with my ex boyfriend.

Anyway, it's been a super hot summer. The AC in our apartment sucks, it barely works, and running it all day would cost a fortune in electricity. So we've been dealing with it by taking cold showers, keeping windows open at night, and just wearing as little as possible. First couple days after he moved in, we both stuck to shorts and t-shirts, but by day three or four, we were complaining nonstop about the heat. One afternoon, we were sitting in the living room, sweating our asses off. I said something like, "Dude, if you're too hot, you don't have to wear all that. Just strip down to your boxers or whatever, I don't care."

"Yeah, good idea." He pulled off his shirt and shorts, left in just his briefs.

Alex is built okay, not like a gym rat, but fit from his job I guess, with some hair on his chest and legs. The thing that caught my eye right away was the bulge in his briefs. Holy shit, it was huge. Like, I've seen guys before, hooked up a few times, but this outline was something else. It poked out in front, stretching the fabric a little. I tried not to stare, but my eyes kept drifting back to it. He didn't seem to notice.

After that day, it became normal. Whenever it got too hot, which was basically all the time, he'd just go down to his briefs around the apartment. I'd do the same sometimes, but I was more self-conscious about it. Gave me plenty of chances to check out that bulge without being obvious. I'd wonder what it looked like underneath. Not in a creepy way at first, just curious. Like, is he really that big, or is it the way the briefs fit? My mind started wandering more after a few days. I'd catch myself thinking about it at night, imagining stuff and yeah, it turned me on a bit. I felt kinda guilty, since he's straight and my roommate, but hey, I'm gay, it's natural to notice.

But soon, things started getting interesting. One Tuesday morning, I slept in late. I usually get up around 9 for work, but that day it was closer to 10. My routine is to head straight to the shower. Alex starts work early, like 8, so I figured he'd be gone or in the kitchen by then. The bathroom door was shut, but I didn't think much of it, just pushed it open. There he was, standing with his back to me, towel over his head drying his hair. He heard the door and turned around quick.

My eyes went straight down. His dick swung around and slapped against his thigh. It was the biggest flaccid cock I'd ever seen, no joke. Thick, long, hanging there between his legs, with some veins and a bit of hair at the base. It settled down after the swing, just dangling. I froze for a second, then blurted out, "Shit, sorry!" and slammed the door shut.

"It's fine!" he yelled from inside. "Give me a sec!" A moment later, he opened the door, now with the towel wrapped around his waist. He smiled, looking a bit embarrassed too, and said, "Sorry, man. Overslept, running late for work. The bathroom's all yours."

The rest of the day at work, I couldn't stop thinking about it. That size, swinging like that. Confirmed the bulge was real, no padding or anything. And he didn't freak out, just laughed it off. Made me wonder if he'd noticed me glancing at his briefs before.

Then, next morning, it happened again. I got up a little earlier, still sleepy, headed to the shower. Knocked this time, learning from yesterday. "Just a minute!" he called out. Door opened, and there he was, holding the towel up to his chest with one hand, super loose. It barely covered anything, his pubes were showing, and as he stepped out, the towel shifted, and his dick swung free for a second. I couldn't help it, my eyes locked on it. He walked right past me, smiling like nothing, said, "Late again, haha." Didn't even try to cover up properly. From behind, as he went to his room, I saw it hanging between his legs under his ass cheeks.

I stood there stunned for a bit, then went into the shower. He definitely caught me looking this time, no doubt. Part of me thought maybe he's showing off on purpose, like he knows I've been checking out the bulge and wants to tease or something. Straight guys do that sometimes, right? For the ego boost. But damn, it turned me on hard. I got a semi in the shower just replaying it. Jerked off quick to get it out of my system, but yeah, ran late for work because of it.

Now, It was Thursday morning, and I woke up to the sound of the shower running. Third day in a row Alex was “running late.” Yeah, right. It was starting to feel like he was doing this on purpose, and honestly, I wasn’t complaining. It got my heart racing and my dick throbbing even before I got out of bed. I grabbed my towel, still in my pajama bottoms, and headed toward the bathroom. Part of me wanted to knock and see what’d happen, but I stopped myself right outside the door. He’s my roommate, I reminded myself, not some hookup. But after those last two days, him swinging around in all his glory, I was curious as hell. The water shut off, and I took a deep breath. “Yo, Alex?” I called.

“Yeah, man,” he replied.

“I need the shower, dude. You done?”

“Running late again, sorry! One sec!” he yelled back.

Before I could say anything else, the door swung open. There he was, still wet, towel draped over his shoulders, covering absolutely nothing. My eyes flicked down before I could stop myself, getting a full-frontal view. Holy fuck, it was just as massive as I remembered from Tuesday and Wednesday. Thick, heavy, hanging there like a ripe banana. I snapped my eyes back up to his face, and he was smirking, rubbing the towel through his hair.

“You gotta start getting up earlier, man,” I said like I wasn’t just staring at his dick. “You’re gonna make me late one of these days.”

He laughed and walked past me. “Sorry, dude. I’ll figure it out.” I forced myself not to turn and watch him walk away, though I was dying to. That image of his cock swinging between his legs, was burned into my brain.

Friday morning, same deal. Shower running when I woke up. No way this was a coincidence anymore. Four days in a row? Alex was up to something, and I was starting to think he liked me looking. Maybe it was a straight guy ego thing, showing off for attention. Whatever it was, I was enjoying it. I didn’t even bother with pajamas this time, just my boxers. The water shut off as I got to the bathroom, and I knocked a few times. No answer, just the door opening a second later.

There he was, towel over his shoulders again, buck naked. My eyes locked onto his cock, and this time I didn’t even try to hide it. I let myself stare for a good few seconds, taking in every detail, the veins, the way it hung so heavy, the slight curve. He was looking right at me, and I knew he saw me checking him out.

“Morning,” he said.

“Morning,” I said, leaning against the doorframe. “You’re gonna get fired if you keep this up, you know.”

He laughed, which made his dick sway a little. “Nah, I’ve been just on time all week. Don’t worry about me.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Sure, dude.” My eyes slid down his chest, past his abs, and landed on his cock again. We stood there for a moment, neither of us moving. He cleared his throat, snapping me out of it. “Uh, dude,” he said.

I flushed red. “Shit, sorry, man,” I chuckled

He chuckled too. “No big deal. People stare all the time.”

“Yeah, well…” I said. “Can’t blame ‘em. It’s, uh, pretty impressive.”

He laughed louder this time, looking down at his cock and I did too. Then he gave his hips a little shake, making it swing back and forth. “Heard that before,” he said.

I snorted. “Yeah, I bet. Can I get the bathroom now?”

He stepped past me and went to his room.

Saturday morning was different. No shower running when I woke up, which threw me off. I got up, threw on some briefs, and found Alex in the living room, sprawled on the couch in his boxers, scrolling on his phone. That bulge was still there, stretching the fabric. I plopped down on the other end of the couch, grabbing my own phone, but my eyes kept flicking over to him. He glanced up, caught me looking, and just smiled. Didn’t say anything, just went back to his phone.

The rest of the day, he stayed in his briefs, and I couldn’t stop staring. Every time he got up to grab a drink or stretch, my eyes were glued to him. I was starting to feel like a creep, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he was leaning into it, standing a little closer than necessary when we talked, stretching with his arms up so his boxers rode low. By evening, I was horny as hell and trying not to show it.

I kept thinking about what to do next. He’s straight, so I’m not dumb enough to try anything, but this game we were playing was driving me crazy. Part of me wanted to call it out, maybe joke about it, like, “Dude, you know you’re showing off, right?” But what if that made it weird? We’ve only been roommates for a week, and I didn’t want to fuck this up. But then I also wondered if he was bicurious and was just trying to explore his homo side with me. I was literally going crazy.

 

[HH2112687]

I had this new roommate move in with me about a week ago. His name's Alex, he's 23 like me, and we found each other through some online ad for sharing an apartment. I live in this small two-bedroom place in the city, it's cheap and close to my job at the coffee shop. When he first came to check it out, I figured I should be upfront, you know? So I told him straight away, "Hey, just so you know, I'm gay."

He looked at me and then shrugged, "Cool, no issues man. I've shared places with all kinds of people before." That made me relax a bit. He seemed chill, straight guy, works at some warehouse or something, likes sports and video games. We hit it off okay from the start, talking about random stuff like movies and food. It's been nice having someone around after living alone since my breakup with my ex boyfriend.

Anyway, it's been a super hot summer. The AC in our apartment sucks, it barely works, and running it all day would cost a fortune in electricity. So we've been dealing with it by taking cold showers, keeping windows open at night, and just wearing as little as possible. First couple days after he moved in, we both stuck to shorts and t-shirts, but by day three or four, we were complaining nonstop about the heat. One afternoon, we were sitting in the living room, sweating our asses off. I said something like, "Dude, if you're too hot, you don't have to wear all that. Just strip down to your boxers or whatever, I don't care."

"Yeah, good idea." He pulled off his shirt and shorts, left in just his briefs.

Alex is built okay, not like a gym rat, but fit from his job I guess, with some hair on his chest and legs. The thing that caught my eye right away was the bulge in his briefs. Holy shit, it was huge. Like, I've seen guys before, hooked up a few times, but this outline was something else. It poked out in front, stretching the fabric a little. I tried not to stare, but my eyes kept drifting back to it. He didn't seem to notice.

After that day, it became normal. Whenever it got too hot, which was basically all the time, he'd just go down to his briefs around the apartment. I'd do the same sometimes, but I was more self-conscious about it. Gave me plenty of chances to check out that bulge without being obvious. I'd wonder what it looked like underneath. Not in a creepy way at first, just curious. Like, is he really that big, or is it the way the briefs fit? My mind started wandering more after a few days. I'd catch myself thinking about it at night, imagining stuff and yeah, it turned me on a bit. I felt kinda guilty, since he's straight and my roommate, but hey, I'm gay, it's natural to notice.

But soon, things started getting interesting. One Tuesday morning, I slept in late. I usually get up around 9 for work, but that day it was closer to 10. My routine is to head straight to the shower. Alex starts work early, like 8, so I figured he'd be gone or in the kitchen by then. The bathroom door was shut, but I didn't think much of it, just pushed it open. There he was, standing with his back to me, towel over his head drying his hair. He heard the door and turned around quick.

My eyes went straight down. His dick swung around and slapped against his thigh. It was the biggest flaccid cock I'd ever seen, no joke. Thick, long, hanging there between his legs, with some veins and a bit of hair at the base. It settled down after the swing, just dangling. I froze for a second, then blurted out, "Shit, sorry!" and slammed the door shut.

"It's fine!" he yelled from inside. "Give me a sec!" A moment later, he opened the door, now with the towel wrapped around his waist. He smiled, looking a bit embarrassed too, and said, "Sorry, man. Overslept, running late for work. The bathroom's all yours."

The rest of the day at work, I couldn't stop thinking about it. That size, swinging like that. Confirmed the bulge was real, no padding or anything. And he didn't freak out, just laughed it off. Made me wonder if he'd noticed me glancing at his briefs before.

Then, next morning, it happened again. I got up a little earlier, still sleepy, headed to the shower. Knocked this time, learning from yesterday. "Just a minute!" he called out. Door opened, and there he was, holding the towel up to his chest with one hand, super loose. It barely covered anything, his pubes were showing, and as he stepped out, the towel shifted, and his dick swung free for a second. I couldn't help it, my eyes locked on it. He walked right past me, smiling like nothing, said, "Late again, haha." Didn't even try to cover up properly. From behind, as he went to his room, I saw it hanging between his legs under his ass cheeks.

I stood there stunned for a bit, then went into the shower. He definitely caught me looking this time, no doubt. Part of me thought maybe he's showing off on purpose, like he knows I've been checking out the bulge and wants to tease or something. Straight guys do that sometimes, right? For the ego boost. But damn, it turned me on hard. I got a semi in the shower just replaying it. Jerked off quick to get it out of my system, but yeah, ran late for work because of it.

Now, It was Thursday morning, and I woke up to the sound of the shower running. Third day in a row Alex was “running late.” Yeah, right. It was starting to feel like he was doing this on purpose, and honestly, I wasn’t complaining. It got my heart racing and my dick throbbing even before I got out of bed. I grabbed my towel, still in my pajama bottoms, and headed toward the bathroom. Part of me wanted to knock and see what’d happen, but I stopped myself right outside the door. He’s my roommate, I reminded myself, not some hookup. But after those last two days, him swinging around in all his glory, I was curious as hell. The water shut off, and I took a deep breath. “Yo, Alex?” I called.

“Yeah, man,” he replied.

“I need the shower, dude. You done?”

“Running late again, sorry! One sec!” he yelled back.

Before I could say anything else, the door swung open. There he was, still wet, towel draped over his shoulders, covering absolutely nothing. My eyes flicked down before I could stop myself, getting a full-frontal view. Holy fuck, it was just as massive as I remembered from Tuesday and Wednesday. Thick, heavy, hanging there like a ripe banana. I snapped my eyes back up to his face, and he was smirking, rubbing the towel through his hair.

“You gotta start getting up earlier, man,” I said like I wasn’t just staring at his dick. “You’re gonna make me late one of these days.”

He laughed and walked past me. “Sorry, dude. I’ll figure it out.” I forced myself not to turn and watch him walk away, though I was dying to. That image of his cock swinging between his legs, was burned into my brain.

Friday morning, same deal. Shower running when I woke up. No way this was a coincidence anymore. Four days in a row? Alex was up to something, and I was starting to think he liked me looking. Maybe it was a straight guy ego thing, showing off for attention. Whatever it was, I was enjoying it. I didn’t even bother with pajamas this time, just my boxers. The water shut off as I got to the bathroom, and I knocked a few times. No answer, just the door opening a second later.

There he was, towel over his shoulders again, buck naked. My eyes locked onto his cock, and this time I didn’t even try to hide it. I let myself stare for a good few seconds, taking in every detail, the veins, the way it hung so heavy, the slight curve. He was looking right at me, and I knew he saw me checking him out.

“Morning,” he said.

“Morning,” I said, leaning against the doorframe. “You’re gonna get fired if you keep this up, you know.”

He laughed, which made his dick sway a little. “Nah, I’ve been just on time all week. Don’t worry about me.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Sure, dude.” My eyes slid down his chest, past his abs, and landed on his cock again. We stood there for a moment, neither of us moving. He cleared his throat, snapping me out of it. “Uh, dude,” he said.

I flushed red. “Shit, sorry, man,” I chuckled

He chuckled too. “No big deal. People stare all the time.”

“Yeah, well…” I said. “Can’t blame ‘em. It’s, uh, pretty impressive.”

He laughed louder this time, looking down at his cock and I did too. Then he gave his hips a little shake, making it swing back and forth. “Heard that before,” he said.

I snorted. “Yeah, I bet. Can I get the bathroom now?”

He stepped past me and went to his room.

Saturday morning was different. No shower running when I woke up, which threw me off. I got up, threw on some briefs, and found Alex in the living room, sprawled on the couch in his boxers, scrolling on his phone. That bulge was still there, stretching the fabric. I plopped down on the other end of the couch, grabbing my own phone, but my eyes kept flicking over to him. He glanced up, caught me looking, and just smiled. Didn’t say anything, just went back to his phone.

The rest of the day, he stayed in his briefs, and I couldn’t stop staring. Every time he got up to grab a drink or stretch, my eyes were glued to him. I was starting to feel like a creep, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he was leaning into it, standing a little closer than necessary when we talked, stretching with his arms up so his boxers rode low. By evening, I was horny as hell and trying not to show it.

I kept thinking about what to do next. He’s straight, so I’m not dumb enough to try anything, but this game we were playing was driving me crazy. Part of me wanted to call it out, maybe joke about it, like, “Dude, you know you’re showing off, right?” But what if that made it weird? We’ve only been roommates for a week, and I didn’t want to fuck this up. But then I also wondered if he was bicurious and was just trying to explore his homo side with me. I was literally going crazy.

Def sounds like he is curious or at least open to some help, I say go for it!

 

[philldog]

pretty cool, roommate situation. Sounds like a good dude. This a true story, hopefully?

 

[DBrady]

keep us posted on the progress

 

[borg1125]

Hang out naked yourself a little more often and measure his reaction. Dial it up until he says stop.

 

[George_Pantelis]

Keen to hear what else happens

 

[disgaea36]

Is this even real? Lol

 

[LiamCox]

My hung roommate keeps flashing his dick to me pt. 2​

Alex wasn’t home most of Saturday evening, out doing whatever straight guys do on weekends, probably drinking with his buddies or something. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that massive bulge in his briefs or his dick swinging free when he stepped out of the shower. By the time I woke up Sunday, I was half-hoping he’d be back to his “running late” shower routine, but nope, when I walked into the living room, there he was, sprawled on the couch in his boxers, sipping coffee and scrolling on his phone.

“Morning, man,” I said, and gave him a quick pat on the shoulder. “Where’d you disappear to yesterday?”

“Just out with some friends, hit a bar, crashed at my friend’s place. You know, usual shit. What about you?”

“Cleaned this dump, mostly,” I said, heading to the kitchen to grab some cereal. “Place was starting to look like a frat house.”

We laughed, and I came back with my bowl, plopping down on the other end of the couch. We chatted for a bit. Then he stretched, and said, “Fuck, it’s hot again already.”

“Yeah, dude, no kidding,” I said. “You know you can just strip down to your briefs again. You don’t even gotta ask anymore.”

He grinned, like he’d been waiting for me to say it. “Yeah, cool, thanks.” He stood up, pulled off his t-shirt and shorts, and just like that, he was back in those tight briefs, the bulge front and center. I tried to focus on my cereal, but my eyes kept flicking over to it. It was hypnotic, no lie especially after seeing what was underneath. Knowing he was cool with me looking made it even harder to play it off. We kept talking, but I could barely keep up with the conversation, my gaze bouncing between his eyes and that obscene outline.

I wanted to say something about it, maybe joke about the shower incidents or how he’s been parading around naked. But I chickened out.

After we finished some chores the heat was getting to me too. I was sweating through my t-shirt. Alex glanced over and said, “Dude, just turn on the AC if you’re dying.”

I could’ve flipped the air conditioner on and called it a day, but my brain went somewhere else. The way he’d been so chill about stripping down, the way he didn’t care when I stared, maybe I could push this a little. “Yeah, I could,” I said. “But I’m thinking I might just lose some layers instead. You cool with that?”

“What, like me? Go for it, man. I don’t care.”

“Alright, but if it’s weird, just say so, yeah? I can stick with the AC.”

“Nah, dude, be comfortable,” he said. “I’m good, promise.”

I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it to the side. Then, before I could overthink it, I pushed my shorts down, leaving me in just my black boxer briefs. I’m not ripped or anything, but I’m in decent slim shape, and I saw his eyes scanning me up and down.

“Thanks, man,” I said. “Feels better already.”

We didn’t talk for a minute, just sat there, the air thick with something unspoken. I could feel his eyes on me, sneaking glances at my chest, my smoothly shaved legs. And I was doing the same, watching that bulge shift in his briefs. It was moving, no question, he was getting hard, and he wasn’t doing much to hide it. I could see the outline of his cock starting to strain against the fabric.

My mouth was dry, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I had to say something. “Dude,” I said, “that’s, uh, totally normal, you know. No need to stress about it.”

He knew exactly what I meant, his face going red. “Shit, sorry, man,” he mumbled, “It just… happens sometimes.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Not like I haven’t seen it all week anyway, right?”

He moved his hand away, letting the bulge stay in full view. “Yeah, guess you’re right.” The outline was clear now, his dick was hard, tucked against his leg, stretching the briefs to their limit. I couldn’t believe how big it looked, even bigger than when it was soft. My own briefs were getting tight.

“Well, not hard before,” I said.

He went even redder but laughed, looking down at himself. “Yeah, fair. I mean, it’s not a big deal.” He glanced at my chest, then lower, and I swear I saw his eyes linger.

Later that evening, I decided to push it a little further. “Yo, if you’re gonna be late again tomorrow with the shower, maybe just take it tonight,” I said. “Don’t need you getting chewed out at work.”

“Yeah, good call,” he said, “You know what? I’ll shower now, and you can go after. No rush tomorrow, right?”

“Deal,” I said.

He got up, that hard-on still visible, straining against his briefs as he walked to the bathroom. I sat there, staring at the ceiling. My dick was throbbing, and I had to adjust myself before he came back. When I heard the water shut off, I grabbed my towel but decided to just hold it in my hand, somewhat covering my dick

The door swung open fast. “Well, damn,” he said. I was standing with my back to the door, so he got a clear view of my bare ass just as he stepped out. I turned around and saw that Alex was stark naked, towel in his hand, not even pretending to cover up. His cock was half-hard, sticking out a bit.

“Yeah, well,” I said. “Feels good to be free, right?”

He laughed. “You’re telling me.” His dick bounced with each step, and I couldn’t stop staring. Then he headed to his room.

I took my shower and jerked off quick under the water. The rest of the night, we hung out in our briefs, watching some movie.

When I was lying in bed, thinking about tomorrow. I wanted to just ask him straight-up, like, “Dude, what’s with the show? You know I’m gay, you trying to mess with me?” Maybe even tell him it’s the most impressive dick I’ve ever seen, see how he reacted.

I barely slept that night. It had been a week of him strutting around in his briefs, “accidentally” showing off in the bathroom. By the time I finally passed out, it felt like I’d only gotten a couple hours before my eyes snapped open, way earlier than usual, around 6 a.m. I lay there, hugging my pillow. An idea hit me. Alex had been pulling these late shower stunts, practically begging me to walk in on him. What if I turned the tables? What if I was the one surprising him today?

I heard his alarm go off down the hall and I jumped out of bed, grabbed my towel, and headed for the bathroom. I wasn’t even sure he’d knock or come looking, but I was gonna take the chance. I stepped into the shower. This was bold, even for me, but after days of him showing off, I wanted to see how he’d react if I did something similar.

The second I turned off the water, I heard him knock. I froze for a split second, clutching the towel in my hand. “Just a second!” I yelled. I dried off fast. No turning back now. I didn’t wrap the towel around me, just held it loosely in one hand, my body completely exposed. I took a deep breath, as I reached for the handle and swung the door open.

And there he was, Alex, standing in the doorway, buck naked. No towel, no briefs, just him, his cock hanging between his legs. His jaw dropped when he saw me, and mine did too. We just stood there, staring, my eyes raking over his body, his broad chest, the trail of hair down his abs, that ridiculous dick was twitching like it was waking up. He was doing the same, his gaze sliding from my chest down to my crotch, then back up, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Then we both burst out laughing. He leaned against the doorframe, his dick swaying with the movement. “Holy shit, dude?” he said.

“Well…” I grinned. “What?”

“Just… didn’t expect that.”

“Just matching your vibe, man.”

It was wild, standing there naked in front of my roommate, both of us bare as fuck. I felt exposed, sure, but also this crazy rush. My eyes flicked down again, and I saw his cock twitch, starting to lift, getting harder right in front of me. I could feel my own dick reacting.

“Your turn,” I said, stepping past him. I glanced over my shoulder as I walked away, and sure enough, he was staring at my ass. I didn’t say anything, just kept going to my room to get dressed.

We both got ready and headed out for the day, me to the coffee shop, him to whatever he does at the warehouse.

I got home from work in the evening. I was nervous as hell walking through the door, wondering if things would feel weird with Alex now. He was already home, chilling on the couch in a t-shirt and shorts, scrolling on his phone. The AC was off, and the apartment was warm, but not as brutal as the last few days. We started chatting about our days. Then, out of nowhere, he looked up and blurted, “I really liked seeing you naked this morning.”

My heart stopped. Like, holy shit, where did that come from? After a second, I swallowed hard and said, “Yeah, man… me too.” I paused, and then it just spilled out. “Sorry if this is weird, but dude, you’ve got, like, the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”

The words fell out before I could stop them. Alex looked shocked for a split second. “For real? I mean, I know it’s big, but ever?”

“Oh, hell yeah,” I said. “I’ve been noticing that bulge in your briefs all week, but seeing it out? Damn, it’s something else.”

He blushed, looking down which was honestly kind of adorable for a guy who’s been strutting around half-naked. “So, uh, you don’t mind seeing it?” he said. “I guess… I kinda like when you look. That’s why I’ve been, you know, like this all week.”

So he was doing it on purpose. “Dude,” I said, “I don’t mind at all. Honestly, I’m sorry for staring so much, but it’s hard not to when it’s that big.”

I could feel my dick stirring in my shorts, so I decided to change the subject. “Alright, c’mon, let’s make dinner. I’m starving.”

We ate, cleaned up, and ended up back on the couch. I turned to him and said, “Yo, not to sound like a broken record, but you don’t gotta wear all that if you’re hot.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? And why’s that? You trying to see it again?”

Fuck, he had me. I laughed, playing it off. “Wellll,” I said, dragging it out like I was thinking hard, “I mean, if you want to, I’m not gonna complain.”

“What about me, then?”

“What about you?” I asked.

“If you get to see me naked, can I see you?” he said. “You gotta be feeling hot too, right?”

“Okay, deal.”

“Good,” he said, standing up. “Cause I don’t wanna be the only one naked.” He pulled off his shirt and shorts quick, his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his briefs. I could see the outline of his dick, already hard, straining against the fabric like it was fighting to get out.

“Dude, I don’t care if it’s hard,” I said. “I know how dicks work.”

He slid his briefs down, and I swear it was like slow motion. The shaft came into view, thick and veined, inch after inch, until the head popped free and his cock snapped up, pointing straight at me. It was fucking massive, hard, standing proud, the head flushed and shiny.

“Holy fuck,” I said out loud, my jaw practically on the floor.

“What?” he said.

“Sorry, dude,” I laughed. “It’s just… you’re huge. I don’t even know what to say.”

“Thanks,” he said, sitting back down on the couch. His dick was still pointing up.

I couldn’t let the moment pass. “You ever measure it?” I asked.

“Yeah, who hasn’t? It’s just under nine inches hard, like seven soft.”

“Damn,” I said. “That’s… intimidating.”

I stood up, my hands shaking a little as I pulled off my shirt, then my shorts. I was down to my boxer briefs, my own dick half-hard and obvious. I unhooked my briefs and let them drop, my cock springing free. I’m not as big as him but I’m decent.

“Damn, dude,” he said. “You got nothing to be shy about.”

I blushed. “Thanks, man,” I said before sitting back down on the opposite end of the couch. “Feels good to just… let it all out, you know?”

“No, thank you,” he said. We sat there for a bit, naked, just staring at tv and then at each other occasionally. His cock was still hard, twitching every now and then, and mine wasn’t much better.

We didn’t have much time left in the night, so we finished the movie. When it was over, I stood up to head to bed, but not before leaning over him to grab my phone from the table he was sitting next to. I got close, my dick not far from his line of sight. “Night, man,” I said.

“Night,” he said.

To be continued….

 

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My hung roommate keeps flashing his dick to me pt. 2​

Alex wasn’t home most of Saturday evening, out doing whatever straight guys do on weekends, probably drinking with his buddies or something. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that massive bulge in his briefs or his dick swinging free when he stepped out of the shower. By the time I woke up Sunday, I was half-hoping he’d be back to his “running late” shower routine, but nope, when I walked into the living room, there he was, sprawled on the couch in his boxers, sipping coffee and scrolling on his phone.

“Morning, man,” I said, and gave him a quick pat on the shoulder. “Where’d you disappear to yesterday?”

“Just out with some friends, hit a bar, crashed at my friend’s place. You know, usual shit. What about you?”

“Cleaned this dump, mostly,” I said, heading to the kitchen to grab some cereal. “Place was starting to look like a frat house.”

We laughed, and I came back with my bowl, plopping down on the other end of the couch. We chatted for a bit. Then he stretched, and said, “Fuck, it’s hot again already.”

“Yeah, dude, no kidding,” I said. “You know you can just strip down to your briefs again. You don’t even gotta ask anymore.”

He grinned, like he’d been waiting for me to say it. “Yeah, cool, thanks.” He stood up, pulled off his t-shirt and shorts, and just like that, he was back in those tight briefs, the bulge front and center. I tried to focus on my cereal, but my eyes kept flicking over to it. It was hypnotic, no lie especially after seeing what was underneath. Knowing he was cool with me looking made it even harder to play it off. We kept talking, but I could barely keep up with the conversation, my gaze bouncing between his eyes and that obscene outline.

I wanted to say something about it, maybe joke about the shower incidents or how he’s been parading around naked. But I chickened out.

After we finished some chores the heat was getting to me too. I was sweating through my t-shirt. Alex glanced over and said, “Dude, just turn on the AC if you’re dying.”

I could’ve flipped the air conditioner on and called it a day, but my brain went somewhere else. The way he’d been so chill about stripping down, the way he didn’t care when I stared, maybe I could push this a little. “Yeah, I could,” I said. “But I’m thinking I might just lose some layers instead. You cool with that?”

“What, like me? Go for it, man. I don’t care.”

“Alright, but if it’s weird, just say so, yeah? I can stick with the AC.”

“Nah, dude, be comfortable,” he said. “I’m good, promise.”

I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it to the side. Then, before I could overthink it, I pushed my shorts down, leaving me in just my black boxer briefs. I’m not ripped or anything, but I’m in decent slim shape, and I saw his eyes scanning me up and down.

“Thanks, man,” I said. “Feels better already.”

We didn’t talk for a minute, just sat there, the air thick with something unspoken. I could feel his eyes on me, sneaking glances at my chest, my smoothly shaved legs. And I was doing the same, watching that bulge shift in his briefs. It was moving, no question, he was getting hard, and he wasn’t doing much to hide it. I could see the outline of his cock starting to strain against the fabric.

My mouth was dry, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I had to say something. “Dude,” I said, “that’s, uh, totally normal, you know. No need to stress about it.”

He knew exactly what I meant, his face going red. “Shit, sorry, man,” he mumbled, “It just… happens sometimes.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Not like I haven’t seen it all week anyway, right?”

He moved his hand away, letting the bulge stay in full view. “Yeah, guess you’re right.” The outline was clear now, his dick was hard, tucked against his leg, stretching the briefs to their limit. I couldn’t believe how big it looked, even bigger than when it was soft. My own briefs were getting tight.

“Well, not hard before,” I said.

He went even redder but laughed, looking down at himself. “Yeah, fair. I mean, it’s not a big deal.” He glanced at my chest, then lower, and I swear I saw his eyes linger.

Later that evening, I decided to push it a little further. “Yo, if you’re gonna be late again tomorrow with the shower, maybe just take it tonight,” I said. “Don’t need you getting chewed out at work.”

“Yeah, good call,” he said, “You know what? I’ll shower now, and you can go after. No rush tomorrow, right?”

“Deal,” I said.

He got up, that hard-on still visible, straining against his briefs as he walked to the bathroom. I sat there, staring at the ceiling. My dick was throbbing, and I had to adjust myself before he came back. When I heard the water shut off, I grabbed my towel but decided to just hold it in my hand, somewhat covering my dick

The door swung open fast. “Well, damn,” he said. I was standing with my back to the door, so he got a clear view of my bare ass just as he stepped out. I turned around and saw that Alex was stark naked, towel in his hand, not even pretending to cover up. His cock was half-hard, sticking out a bit.

“Yeah, well,” I said. “Feels good to be free, right?”

He laughed. “You’re telling me.” His dick bounced with each step, and I couldn’t stop staring. Then he headed to his room.

I took my shower and jerked off quick under the water. The rest of the night, we hung out in our briefs, watching some movie.

When I was lying in bed, thinking about tomorrow. I wanted to just ask him straight-up, like, “Dude, what’s with the show? You know I’m gay, you trying to mess with me?” Maybe even tell him it’s the most impressive dick I’ve ever seen, see how he reacted.

I barely slept that night. It had been a week of him strutting around in his briefs, “accidentally” showing off in the bathroom. By the time I finally passed out, it felt like I’d only gotten a couple hours before my eyes snapped open, way earlier than usual, around 6 a.m. I lay there, hugging my pillow. An idea hit me. Alex had been pulling these late shower stunts, practically begging me to walk in on him. What if I turned the tables? What if I was the one surprising him today?

I heard his alarm go off down the hall and I jumped out of bed, grabbed my towel, and headed for the bathroom. I wasn’t even sure he’d knock or come looking, but I was gonna take the chance. I stepped into the shower. This was bold, even for me, but after days of him showing off, I wanted to see how he’d react if I did something similar.

The second I turned off the water, I heard him knock. I froze for a split second, clutching the towel in my hand. “Just a second!” I yelled. I dried off fast. No turning back now. I didn’t wrap the towel around me, just held it loosely in one hand, my body completely exposed. I took a deep breath, as I reached for the handle and swung the door open.

And there he was, Alex, standing in the doorway, buck naked. No towel, no briefs, just him, his cock hanging between his legs. His jaw dropped when he saw me, and mine did too. We just stood there, staring, my eyes raking over his body, his broad chest, the trail of hair down his abs, that ridiculous dick was twitching like it was waking up. He was doing the same, his gaze sliding from my chest down to my crotch, then back up, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Then we both burst out laughing. He leaned against the doorframe, his dick swaying with the movement. “Holy shit, dude?” he said.

“Well…” I grinned. “What?”

“Just… didn’t expect that.”

“Just matching your vibe, man.”

It was wild, standing there naked in front of my roommate, both of us bare as fuck. I felt exposed, sure, but also this crazy rush. My eyes flicked down again, and I saw his cock twitch, starting to lift, getting harder right in front of me. I could feel my own dick reacting.

“Your turn,” I said, stepping past him. I glanced over my shoulder as I walked away, and sure enough, he was staring at my ass. I didn’t say anything, just kept going to my room to get dressed.

We both got ready and headed out for the day, me to the coffee shop, him to whatever he does at the warehouse.

I got home from work in the evening. I was nervous as hell walking through the door, wondering if things would feel weird with Alex now. He was already home, chilling on the couch in a t-shirt and shorts, scrolling on his phone. The AC was off, and the apartment was warm, but not as brutal as the last few days. We started chatting about our days. Then, out of nowhere, he looked up and blurted, “I really liked seeing you naked this morning.”

My heart stopped. Like, holy shit, where did that come from? After a second, I swallowed hard and said, “Yeah, man… me too.” I paused, and then it just spilled out. “Sorry if this is weird, but dude, you’ve got, like, the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”

The words fell out before I could stop them. Alex looked shocked for a split second. “For real? I mean, I know it’s big, but ever?”

“Oh, hell yeah,” I said. “I’ve been noticing that bulge in your briefs all week, but seeing it out? Damn, it’s something else.”

He blushed, looking down which was honestly kind of adorable for a guy who’s been strutting around half-naked. “So, uh, you don’t mind seeing it?” he said. “I guess… I kinda like when you look. That’s why I’ve been, you know, like this all week.”

So he was doing it on purpose. “Dude,” I said, “I don’t mind at all. Honestly, I’m sorry for staring so much, but it’s hard not to when it’s that big.”

I could feel my dick stirring in my shorts, so I decided to change the subject. “Alright, c’mon, let’s make dinner. I’m starving.”

We ate, cleaned up, and ended up back on the couch. I turned to him and said, “Yo, not to sound like a broken record, but you don’t gotta wear all that if you’re hot.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? And why’s that? You trying to see it again?”

Fuck, he had me. I laughed, playing it off. “Wellll,” I said, dragging it out like I was thinking hard, “I mean, if you want to, I’m not gonna complain.”

“What about me, then?”

“What about you?” I asked.

“If you get to see me naked, can I see you?” he said. “You gotta be feeling hot too, right?”

“Okay, deal.”

“Good,” he said, standing up. “Cause I don’t wanna be the only one naked.” He pulled off his shirt and shorts quick, his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his briefs. I could see the outline of his dick, already hard, straining against the fabric like it was fighting to get out.

“Dude, I don’t care if it’s hard,” I said. “I know how dicks work.”

He slid his briefs down, and I swear it was like slow motion. The shaft came into view, thick and veined, inch after inch, until the head popped free and his cock snapped up, pointing straight at me. It was fucking massive, hard, standing proud, the head flushed and shiny.

“Holy fuck,” I said out loud, my jaw practically on the floor.

“What?” he said.

“Sorry, dude,” I laughed. “It’s just… you’re huge. I don’t even know what to say.”

“Thanks,” he said, sitting back down on the couch. His dick was still pointing up.

I couldn’t let the moment pass. “You ever measure it?” I asked.

“Yeah, who hasn’t? It’s just under nine inches hard, like seven soft.”

“Damn,” I said. “That’s… intimidating.”

I stood up, my hands shaking a little as I pulled off my shirt, then my shorts. I was down to my boxer briefs, my own dick half-hard and obvious. I unhooked my briefs and let them drop, my cock springing free. I’m not as big as him but I’m decent.

“Damn, dude,” he said. “You got nothing to be shy about.”

I blushed. “Thanks, man,” I said before sitting back down on the opposite end of the couch. “Feels good to just… let it all out, you know?”

“No, thank you,” he said. We sat there for a bit, naked, just staring at tv and then at each other occasionally. His cock was still hard, twitching every now and then, and mine wasn’t much better.

We didn’t have much time left in the night, so we finished the movie. When it was over, I stood up to head to bed, but not before leaning over him to grab my phone from the table he was sitting next to. I got close, my dick not far from his line of sight. “Night, man,” I said.

“Night,” he said.

To be continued….

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My hung roommate keeps flashing his dick to me pt. 2​

Alex wasn’t home most of Saturday evening, out doing whatever straight guys do on weekends, probably drinking with his buddies or something. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that massive bulge in his briefs or his dick swinging free when he stepped out of the shower. By the time I woke up Sunday, I was half-hoping he’d be back to his “running late” shower routine, but nope, when I walked into the living room, there he was, sprawled on the couch in his boxers, sipping coffee and scrolling on his phone.

“Morning, man,” I said, and gave him a quick pat on the shoulder. “Where’d you disappear to yesterday?”

“Just out with some friends, hit a bar, crashed at my friend’s place. You know, usual shit. What about you?”

“Cleaned this dump, mostly,” I said, heading to the kitchen to grab some cereal. “Place was starting to look like a frat house.”

We laughed, and I came back with my bowl, plopping down on the other end of the couch. We chatted for a bit. Then he stretched, and said, “Fuck, it’s hot again already.”

“Yeah, dude, no kidding,” I said. “You know you can just strip down to your briefs again. You don’t even gotta ask anymore.”

He grinned, like he’d been waiting for me to say it. “Yeah, cool, thanks.” He stood up, pulled off his t-shirt and shorts, and just like that, he was back in those tight briefs, the bulge front and center. I tried to focus on my cereal, but my eyes kept flicking over to it. It was hypnotic, no lie especially after seeing what was underneath. Knowing he was cool with me looking made it even harder to play it off. We kept talking, but I could barely keep up with the conversation, my gaze bouncing between his eyes and that obscene outline.

I wanted to say something about it, maybe joke about the shower incidents or how he’s been parading around naked. But I chickened out.

After we finished some chores the heat was getting to me too. I was sweating through my t-shirt. Alex glanced over and said, “Dude, just turn on the AC if you’re dying.”

I could’ve flipped the air conditioner on and called it a day, but my brain went somewhere else. The way he’d been so chill about stripping down, the way he didn’t care when I stared, maybe I could push this a little. “Yeah, I could,” I said. “But I’m thinking I might just lose some layers instead. You cool with that?”

“What, like me? Go for it, man. I don’t care.”

“Alright, but if it’s weird, just say so, yeah? I can stick with the AC.”

“Nah, dude, be comfortable,” he said. “I’m good, promise.”

I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it to the side. Then, before I could overthink it, I pushed my shorts down, leaving me in just my black boxer briefs. I’m not ripped or anything, but I’m in decent slim shape, and I saw his eyes scanning me up and down.

“Thanks, man,” I said. “Feels better already.”

We didn’t talk for a minute, just sat there, the air thick with something unspoken. I could feel his eyes on me, sneaking glances at my chest, my smoothly shaved legs. And I was doing the same, watching that bulge shift in his briefs. It was moving, no question, he was getting hard, and he wasn’t doing much to hide it. I could see the outline of his cock starting to strain against the fabric.

My mouth was dry, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I had to say something. “Dude,” I said, “that’s, uh, totally normal, you know. No need to stress about it.”

He knew exactly what I meant, his face going red. “Shit, sorry, man,” he mumbled, “It just… happens sometimes.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Not like I haven’t seen it all week anyway, right?”

He moved his hand away, letting the bulge stay in full view. “Yeah, guess you’re right.” The outline was clear now, his dick was hard, tucked against his leg, stretching the briefs to their limit. I couldn’t believe how big it looked, even bigger than when it was soft. My own briefs were getting tight.

“Well, not hard before,” I said.

He went even redder but laughed, looking down at himself. “Yeah, fair. I mean, it’s not a big deal.” He glanced at my chest, then lower, and I swear I saw his eyes linger.

Later that evening, I decided to push it a little further. “Yo, if you’re gonna be late again tomorrow with the shower, maybe just take it tonight,” I said. “Don’t need you getting chewed out at work.”

“Yeah, good call,” he said, “You know what? I’ll shower now, and you can go after. No rush tomorrow, right?”

“Deal,” I said.

He got up, that hard-on still visible, straining against his briefs as he walked to the bathroom. I sat there, staring at the ceiling. My dick was throbbing, and I had to adjust myself before he came back. When I heard the water shut off, I grabbed my towel but decided to just hold it in my hand, somewhat covering my dick

The door swung open fast. “Well, damn,” he said. I was standing with my back to the door, so he got a clear view of my bare ass just as he stepped out. I turned around and saw that Alex was stark naked, towel in his hand, not even pretending to cover up. His cock was half-hard, sticking out a bit.

“Yeah, well,” I said. “Feels good to be free, right?”

He laughed. “You’re telling me.” His dick bounced with each step, and I couldn’t stop staring. Then he headed to his room.

I took my shower and jerked off quick under the water. The rest of the night, we hung out in our briefs, watching some movie.

When I was lying in bed, thinking about tomorrow. I wanted to just ask him straight-up, like, “Dude, what’s with the show? You know I’m gay, you trying to mess with me?” Maybe even tell him it’s the most impressive dick I’ve ever seen, see how he reacted.

I barely slept that night. It had been a week of him strutting around in his briefs, “accidentally” showing off in the bathroom. By the time I finally passed out, it felt like I’d only gotten a couple hours before my eyes snapped open, way earlier than usual, around 6 a.m. I lay there, hugging my pillow. An idea hit me. Alex had been pulling these late shower stunts, practically begging me to walk in on him. What if I turned the tables? What if I was the one surprising him today?

I heard his alarm go off down the hall and I jumped out of bed, grabbed my towel, and headed for the bathroom. I wasn’t even sure he’d knock or come looking, but I was gonna take the chance. I stepped into the shower. This was bold, even for me, but after days of him showing off, I wanted to see how he’d react if I did something similar.

The second I turned off the water, I heard him knock. I froze for a split second, clutching the towel in my hand. “Just a second!” I yelled. I dried off fast. No turning back now. I didn’t wrap the towel around me, just held it loosely in one hand, my body completely exposed. I took a deep breath, as I reached for the handle and swung the door open.

And there he was, Alex, standing in the doorway, buck naked. No towel, no briefs, just him, his cock hanging between his legs. His jaw dropped when he saw me, and mine did too. We just stood there, staring, my eyes raking over his body, his broad chest, the trail of hair down his abs, that ridiculous dick was twitching like it was waking up. He was doing the same, his gaze sliding from my chest down to my crotch, then back up, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Then we both burst out laughing. He leaned against the doorframe, his dick swaying with the movement. “Holy shit, dude?” he said.

“Well…” I grinned. “What?”

“Just… didn’t expect that.”

“Just matching your vibe, man.”

It was wild, standing there naked in front of my roommate, both of us bare as fuck. I felt exposed, sure, but also this crazy rush. My eyes flicked down again, and I saw his cock twitch, starting to lift, getting harder right in front of me. I could feel my own dick reacting.

“Your turn,” I said, stepping past him. I glanced over my shoulder as I walked away, and sure enough, he was staring at my ass. I didn’t say anything, just kept going to my room to get dressed.

We both got ready and headed out for the day, me to the coffee shop, him to whatever he does at the warehouse.

I got home from work in the evening. I was nervous as hell walking through the door, wondering if things would feel weird with Alex now. He was already home, chilling on the couch in a t-shirt and shorts, scrolling on his phone. The AC was off, and the apartment was warm, but not as brutal as the last few days. We started chatting about our days. Then, out of nowhere, he looked up and blurted, “I really liked seeing you naked this morning.”

My heart stopped. Like, holy shit, where did that come from? After a second, I swallowed hard and said, “Yeah, man… me too.” I paused, and then it just spilled out. “Sorry if this is weird, but dude, you’ve got, like, the biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”

The words fell out before I could stop them. Alex looked shocked for a split second. “For real? I mean, I know it’s big, but ever?”

“Oh, hell yeah,” I said. “I’ve been noticing that bulge in your briefs all week, but seeing it out? Damn, it’s something else.”

He blushed, looking down which was honestly kind of adorable for a guy who’s been strutting around half-naked. “So, uh, you don’t mind seeing it?” he said. “I guess… I kinda like when you look. That’s why I’ve been, you know, like this all week.”

So he was doing it on purpose. “Dude,” I said, “I don’t mind at all. Honestly, I’m sorry for staring so much, but it’s hard not to when it’s that big.”

I could feel my dick stirring in my shorts, so I decided to change the subject. “Alright, c’mon, let’s make dinner. I’m starving.”

We ate, cleaned up, and ended up back on the couch. I turned to him and said, “Yo, not to sound like a broken record, but you don’t gotta wear all that if you’re hot.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? And why’s that? You trying to see it again?”

Fuck, he had me. I laughed, playing it off. “Wellll,” I said, dragging it out like I was thinking hard, “I mean, if you want to, I’m not gonna complain.”

“What about me, then?”

“What about you?” I asked.

“If you get to see me naked, can I see you?” he said. “You gotta be feeling hot too, right?”

“Okay, deal.”

“Good,” he said, standing up. “Cause I don’t wanna be the only one naked.” He pulled off his shirt and shorts quick, his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his briefs. I could see the outline of his dick, already hard, straining against the fabric like it was fighting to get out.

“Dude, I don’t care if it’s hard,” I said. “I know how dicks work.”

He slid his briefs down, and I swear it was like slow motion. The shaft came into view, thick and veined, inch after inch, until the head popped free and his cock snapped up, pointing straight at me. It was fucking massive, hard, standing proud, the head flushed and shiny.

“Holy fuck,” I said out loud, my jaw practically on the floor.

“What?” he said.

“Sorry, dude,” I laughed. “It’s just… you’re huge. I don’t even know what to say.”

“Thanks,” he said, sitting back down on the couch. His dick was still pointing up.

I couldn’t let the moment pass. “You ever measure it?” I asked.

“Yeah, who hasn’t? It’s just under nine inches hard, like seven soft.”

“Damn,” I said. “That’s… intimidating.”

I stood up, my hands shaking a little as I pulled off my shirt, then my shorts. I was down to my boxer briefs, my own dick half-hard and obvious. I unhooked my briefs and let them drop, my cock springing free. I’m not as big as him but I’m decent.

“Damn, dude,” he said. “You got nothing to be shy about.”

I blushed. “Thanks, man,” I said before sitting back down on the opposite end of the couch. “Feels good to just… let it all out, you know?”

“No, thank you,” he said. We sat there for a bit, naked, just staring at tv and then at each other occasionally. His cock was still hard, twitching every now and then, and mine wasn’t much better.

We didn’t have much time left in the night, so we finished the movie. When it was over, I stood up to head to bed, but not before leaning over him to grab my phone from the table he was sitting next to. I got close, my dick not far from his line of sight. “Night, man,” I said.

“Night,” he said.

To be continued….

Hot!! This isn’t the first time he’s been hard… Whats going on straight boy??

 

[Infamous Hacker]

This is SO hot!

 

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Good start

 

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I need pt3 like now!

 

[LiamCox]

My hung roommate keeps flashing his dick to me pt. 3​

After Monday night, talking about his dick, I couldn’t stop thinking about where this was going. What started as me just sneaking glances at Alex’s bulge had turned into something way bigger. I mean, yeah, his cock is huge, but it’s more than that now. I was not just curious anymore; I was thinking about what it’d be like to touch it, maybe more, depending on how things would play out. I knew he’s straight, so I was trying not to get my hopes up, but the way he was acting, showing off, liking that I look, it got me wondering if he was slightly bicurious. I was buzzing with anticipation, wondering what today would bring.

When my eyes popped open on Tuesday morning, I heard the shower running. Instant grin on my face. Didn’t even check my phone, just rolled out of bed, stripped off my pajamas, and grabbed a towel. I was naked before I even left my room. That conversation last night, him admitting he liked me looking, gave me a boost. I wasn’t as nervous anymore, more excited, maybe even a little cocky. I walked to the bathroom. The water shut off just as I got there, and I knocked hard. “Yo, Alex? Can I come in?” I called.

“Sure,” came his muffled reply from behind the door.

I swung the door open, and there he was, naked as fuck, drying his hair with a towel. His cock hung heavy between his legs, swinging a little as he moved. He looked up, saw me standing there buck naked, and this time he didn’t seem shocked. His eyes roamed over me, from my chest to my dick and back up, giving me goosebumps that prickled across my skin. Then he grinned and said, “Good morning.”

“Morning,” I said, my eyes dropping to his cock before I could stop myself. It was just dangling there, and I had to force myself to look back up at his face. “My turn now. Don’t be late,” I said with a smirk, sauntering past him to turn on the shower. He didn’t step back, just stood there, watching me as I leaned into the shower to twist the knob. I could feel his eyes on my ass, and it took everything not to turn around and check if he was hard again.

He laughed softly. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going,” he said, but he didn’t move right away. I glanced over my shoulder, and sure enough, he was still looking, his towel now draped over his shoulder, his dick starting to twitch like it was waking up. “See you tonight, man,” he said, finally heading out, his cock bouncing with each step.

I showered quickly, already half-hard just thinking about him standing there, staring at me. Work was a blur; I kept messing up orders at the coffee shop because my brain was stuck on Alex. That nine-inch monster, the way he didn’t care if I looked, the way he wanted me to look.

Alex was already there, lounging on the couch in his usual t-shirt and shorts, the AC still off because we’re both too cheap to run it. We chatted about dumb stuff at first but I couldn’t take it anymore. “Dude, it’s hot as balls in here,” I said, fanning myself with my hand. “You know you don’t gotta wear all that.”

He smirked. “Oh, we’re doing this again? You just want another show, huh?”

I laughed. “Maybe. You started it, though.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Alright, fair. But you gotta keep up, man. Can’t let me be the only one.”

My heart was pounding, but I played it off. “Deal.” I stood up, pulling off my shirt and shorts, leaving me in my boxer briefs. I hesitated for a second, then said fuck it and slid those off too, my dick springing free. I was already half-hard, no hiding it. Alex’s eyes locked onto me, and I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“Alright, your turn,” I said.

He didn’t waste time. He stood up, yanked off his shirt and shorts, and paused, his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs. I could see the outline of his dick, hard again, straining against the fabric. “You sure you’re ready for this?” he teased.

“Dude, I’ve seen it before,” I said. “Go for it.”

He laughed, then slid his briefs down, his cock springing out, fully hard and pointing straight ahead. It was fucking unreal, nine inches, so veiny, the head flushed and glistening. I couldn’t help it; “Jesus, man.”

“What?” he said, sitting back down, his dick still standing tall.

I shook my head, trying to play it cool. “Just… damn, dude. That thing’s a fucking weapon.”

“Told you, man. You’re not so bad yourself,” he said, his eyes flicking down to my crotch. I was fully hard now, no point hiding it, and I saw him notice.

We sat there, naked, the TV on but neither of us paying attention. My eyes kept drifting to his cock, and I caught him checking me out too. He’s straight, I kept reminding myself, but he was making it real hard to believe he wasn’t into this at least a little.

Finally, I couldn’t hold it in. “So, uh, you really like me looking, huh?” I said.

He shifted, his cock twitching. “Yeah, I mean… it’s kinda hot, you know? Knowing you’re into it.”

“Into it? Dude, I’m gay, and you’re walking around with that. Hard not to be.”

He laughed. “Fair. Guess I like the ego boost.”

I grinned, leaning back, letting my legs spread a little. “Well, you’re boosting more than your ego right now.”

He snorted, glancing down at himself. “Yeah, can’t help it. You’re not exactly making it easy either, man.”

Was he flirting? Or just messing with me? I didn’t know, but my dick was throbbing, and I had to shift to keep from touching myself. I was dying to take it further, maybe joke about touching it, but I chickened out. Instead, I said, “You know, if we’re gonna keep doing this naked thing, we gotta set some ground rules or something. Don’t want it to get weird.”

He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Weird? Dude, we’re already past that. But yeah, rules sound good. Like what?”

I shrugged, trying to think on my feet. “I dunno, like… no hiding, I guess? If we’re doing this, we’re doing it. No half-assing with towels or whatever.”

He laughed. “Deal. Full commitment. You cool with that?”

“Fuck yeah,” I said. “But, uh, you gotta warn me if you’re gonna spring that thing on me like that again. Nearly gave me a heart attack.”

He grinned. “No promises, man.”

Nothing much happened after that, we watched TV some more and went to our rooms.

I got home from work Wednesday evening and the convo again shifted to his cock. “Dude, you don’t gotta wait for me to say it anymore,” I said. “Just strip if you’re hot. You know I’m not gonna complain by now.”

“I know, I know,” he said, that cheeky smirk spreading across his face. “Just wanted to hear you say it.” He didn’t hesitate, pulling off his shirt and shorts in one smooth motion, tossing them to the side.

I also stripped down as he finished getting naked. “Dude, you gotta name that thing,” I said looking at his cock which was rock hard. “It’s practically got its own personality.”

“Yeah, maybe I should,” he said, sitting back down. But then he did something that shut me up real quick, he grabbed it by the base, pointed it straight up and gave it a little shake, like he was showing off. My jaw dropped, and I couldn’t even laugh this time. I just stared, my mouth dry, “Holy fuck, man.”

“What?” he said, still holding it, letting it wobble side to side.

I sat up straighter, scooting a little closer on the couch. “You sure it’s only nine inches? Looks bigger than that to me.”

He smirked, still gripping it. “Told you, just shy of nine. Been a while since I measured, but I’m pretty sure.” His eyes were locked on mine, but we both kept glancing down at his cock, like neither of us could look away. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it, and I wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch it again. But I held back, trying to play it smart.

“Can I… uh, measure it? I mean, just to be sure. No big deal if you’re not cool with it, but I’m still not buying it’s under nine.”

“Yeah, go for it. I’d like that.”

“Sweet,” I said. “Be right back.” I jumped up, my dick bouncing as I walked to the kitchen to dig through the junk drawer for the tape measure. It took a second, but I found it and came back. Alex was still sitting there, his erection not going anywhere, and I knelt down in front of him on the floor. We looked at each other for a moment, then started laughing, the absurdity of it hitting us both at once.

“Alright, I’ll hold it, you measure,” I said.

“Oh, you’ll hold it, huh?” he teased.

“Yeah, if that’s cool,” I said. “I mean, I’d like to.”

“I’d like that too,” he said, handing me the tape measure. “Go for it.”

I reached out, my hand wrapping around the base of his cock. It twitched at my touch, and we both laughed again, which helped cut the tension. It was warm, heavy, so fucking thick in my hand, the veins standing out under my fingers. I just held it for a second, feeling the weight, my dick throbbing in response. “Fuck, man,” I said. “This thing’s unreal.”

“You’re telling me,” he said, laughing as he straightened the tape measure, lining it up along his length from base to tip. We both leaned in, squinting at the numbers. He was right, 8.9 inches, just under nine. “Told you,” he said.

“Alright, you win,” I said, still holding his cock, not ready to let go yet. “But we gotta check the girth too.” I wrapped the tape around the thickest part, my fingers brushing against him as I did.

He grinned, clearly loving it. I didn’t let go right away, my hand lingering, sliding slowly along the shaft, not stroking. I gave the head a little push, and let it flop back onto his stomach. We both cracked up.

By Friday, we’ve fallen into this routine now, slipping past each other naked in the bathroom every morning, stripping down when we get home from work, just chilling on the couch with nothing on, watching TV or talking shit. It wasn't even weird anymore.

Saturday night sucked, though. Alex was out with his buddies, probably at some bar, and I was stuck at home alone. I missed him, which was weird to admit, but I did.

Sunday afternoon rolled around, and I was fresh out of the shower, standing in the laundry room folding clothes, still naked, towel slung over my shoulder. I heard Alex’s car pull into the driveway,. I don’t know why, but I got this rush of excitement, like I couldn’t wait to see him. Maybe it was because I missed him, or maybe it was the thought of what might happen. Either way, I dropped the shirt I was folding and practically skipped to the front door, leaning against the frame, buck naked, waiting for him to walk in. I had to be careful about the neighbors, last thing I need is Mrs. Jenkins across the street getting a free show, so I stayed just inside, out of sight.

When Alex looked up from fumbling with his keys, his jaw dropped. Like, full-on cartoon style, eyes wide, mouth open. I couldn’t help but laugh at his face. He just stood there, frozen, staring at me, so I reached out, grabbed his shirt, and yanked him inside, saying, “Yo, get in here, man. I can’t be flashing the whole neighborhood.”

“Holy shit, dude,” he said, still half in shock as I shut the door behind him. “You been like this the whole time I was gone?”

I grinned, leaning back against the wall. “Yeah, pretty much. I’m kinda into it now. Way better if you join me, though.”

He dropped his bag, his eyes still glued to me, and started stripping right there in the entryway. Shirt, shorts, quick as hell, like he couldn’t wait either. When he got to his briefs, I saw that familiar bulge. My mouth went dry, and this crazy urge hit me, I wanted to touch it again, like when we measured it. I hadn’t felt it since then, and being without him all weekend had me craving it. Before I could overthink it, I blurted, “Wait!” just as his thumbs hooked into the waistband.

He froze, looking up at me, a little nervous. “What?” he said, like he thought he’d fucked up somehow.

I froze too. “Uh… um…” I stammered, my face burning. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, and just went for it. “Can I… take it out?”

a huge grin spread across his face, and he let the waistband snap back against his hips, moving his hands away. “Sure,” he said.

“Good,” I said, grinning back. “Sorry, I’ve just… been thinking about it a lot. I really wanna do this.” I stepped closer until we were face-to-face. Then I dropped to my knees right in front of him, as I reached for his briefs. I grabbed his cock through the fabric with one hand, feeling how hard he was, and with the other, I slowly pulled his briefs down. His dick sprang free, snapping out and pointing right at my face, nine inches of thick, veined perfection.

“Holy fuck,” I said, just staring at it.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned.

Neither of us moved for a second, just frozen there, his cock inches from my face. I reached out, wrapping my hand around the base, feeling the weight, the warmth. It twitched in my grip, and I looked up at him. “Dude, you should be so fucking proud of this thing,” I said. “It’s unreal.”

He laughed, a little nervous but loosening up. “Thanks, man.” but I wasn’t done. I passed it between my hands, feeling every inch, tracing the big vein that ran from the base to the tip with my finger. He let out little gasps as I touched him, and it was driving me wild, my own dick throbbing between my legs. I squeezed it gently, marveling at how solid it felt, how heavy. I could’ve stayed there forever, but my knees started aching from kneeling on the hard floor. Before I stood up, though, I couldn’t resist, I leaned in and gave the head a quick peck, just a light kiss. The moan he let out was so loud it almost made me cum.

I stood up, and we were eye-to-eye again. “That was… sweet,” he said.

“Sweet?” I laughed, trying to play it cool even though my heart was still racing. “That’s one way to put it. Glad you’re home, man.”

I turned and walked back to the laundry room to finish folding clothes, feeling his eyes on my ass the whole way. He followed me a minute later, still naked, his cock still half-hard, and leaned against the doorway, watching me. “You really were just chilling like this all weekend?” he asked, his voice curious.

“Yeah,” I said. “Told you, I’m into it now. You’re a bad influence.”

He laughed, stepping closer. “Guess I am. You’re not so bad yourself, though.”

We spent the rest of the evening naked. But we both knew we’d crossed another line.

to be continued...

 

[borg1125]

Is this even real? Lol

Apparently not. It should be in the "Erotic Stories" section it seems.

 

[Craigspencer]

My hung roommate keeps flashing his dick to me pt. 3​

After Monday night, talking about his dick, I couldn’t stop thinking about where this was going. What started as me just sneaking glances at Alex’s bulge had turned into something way bigger. I mean, yeah, his cock is huge, but it’s more than that now. I was not just curious anymore; I was thinking about what it’d be like to touch it, maybe more, depending on how things would play out. I knew he’s straight, so I was trying not to get my hopes up, but the way he was acting, showing off, liking that I look, it got me wondering if he was slightly bicurious. I was buzzing with anticipation, wondering what today would bring.

When my eyes popped open on Tuesday morning, I heard the shower running. Instant grin on my face. Didn’t even check my phone, just rolled out of bed, stripped off my pajamas, and grabbed a towel. I was naked before I even left my room. That conversation last night, him admitting he liked me looking, gave me a boost. I wasn’t as nervous anymore, more excited, maybe even a little cocky. I walked to the bathroom. The water shut off just as I got there, and I knocked hard. “Yo, Alex? Can I come in?” I called.

“Sure,” came his muffled reply from behind the door.

I swung the door open, and there he was, naked as fuck, drying his hair with a towel. His cock hung heavy between his legs, swinging a little as he moved. He looked up, saw me standing there buck naked, and this time he didn’t seem shocked. His eyes roamed over me, from my chest to my dick and back up, giving me goosebumps that prickled across my skin. Then he grinned and said, “Good morning.”

“Morning,” I said, my eyes dropping to his cock before I could stop myself. It was just dangling there, and I had to force myself to look back up at his face. “My turn now. Don’t be late,” I said with a smirk, sauntering past him to turn on the shower. He didn’t step back, just stood there, watching me as I leaned into the shower to twist the knob. I could feel his eyes on my ass, and it took everything not to turn around and check if he was hard again.

He laughed softly. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going,” he said, but he didn’t move right away. I glanced over my shoulder, and sure enough, he was still looking, his towel now draped over his shoulder, his dick starting to twitch like it was waking up. “See you tonight, man,” he said, finally heading out, his cock bouncing with each step.

I showered quickly, already half-hard just thinking about him standing there, staring at me. Work was a blur; I kept messing up orders at the coffee shop because my brain was stuck on Alex. That nine-inch monster, the way he didn’t care if I looked, the way he wanted me to look.

Alex was already there, lounging on the couch in his usual t-shirt and shorts, the AC still off because we’re both too cheap to run it. We chatted about dumb stuff at first but I couldn’t take it anymore. “Dude, it’s hot as balls in here,” I said, fanning myself with my hand. “You know you don’t gotta wear all that.”

He smirked. “Oh, we’re doing this again? You just want another show, huh?”

I laughed. “Maybe. You started it, though.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Alright, fair. But you gotta keep up, man. Can’t let me be the only one.”

My heart was pounding, but I played it off. “Deal.” I stood up, pulling off my shirt and shorts, leaving me in my boxer briefs. I hesitated for a second, then said fuck it and slid those off too, my dick springing free. I was already half-hard, no hiding it. Alex’s eyes locked onto me, and I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

“Alright, your turn,” I said.

He didn’t waste time. He stood up, yanked off his shirt and shorts, and paused, his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs. I could see the outline of his dick, hard again, straining against the fabric. “You sure you’re ready for this?” he teased.

“Dude, I’ve seen it before,” I said. “Go for it.”

He laughed, then slid his briefs down, his cock springing out, fully hard and pointing straight ahead. It was fucking unreal, nine inches, so veiny, the head flushed and glistening. I couldn’t help it; “Jesus, man.”

“What?” he said, sitting back down, his dick still standing tall.

I shook my head, trying to play it cool. “Just… damn, dude. That thing’s a fucking weapon.”

“Told you, man. You’re not so bad yourself,” he said, his eyes flicking down to my crotch. I was fully hard now, no point hiding it, and I saw him notice.

We sat there, naked, the TV on but neither of us paying attention. My eyes kept drifting to his cock, and I caught him checking me out too. He’s straight, I kept reminding myself, but he was making it real hard to believe he wasn’t into this at least a little.

Finally, I couldn’t hold it in. “So, uh, you really like me looking, huh?” I said.

He shifted, his cock twitching. “Yeah, I mean… it’s kinda hot, you know? Knowing you’re into it.”

“Into it? Dude, I’m gay, and you’re walking around with that. Hard not to be.”

He laughed. “Fair. Guess I like the ego boost.”

I grinned, leaning back, letting my legs spread a little. “Well, you’re boosting more than your ego right now.”

He snorted, glancing down at himself. “Yeah, can’t help it. You’re not exactly making it easy either, man.”

Was he flirting? Or just messing with me? I didn’t know, but my dick was throbbing, and I had to shift to keep from touching myself. I was dying to take it further, maybe joke about touching it, but I chickened out. Instead, I said, “You know, if we’re gonna keep doing this naked thing, we gotta set some ground rules or something. Don’t want it to get weird.”

He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Weird? Dude, we’re already past that. But yeah, rules sound good. Like what?”

I shrugged, trying to think on my feet. “I dunno, like… no hiding, I guess? If we’re doing this, we’re doing it. No half-assing with towels or whatever.”

He laughed. “Deal. Full commitment. You cool with that?”

“Fuck yeah,” I said. “But, uh, you gotta warn me if you’re gonna spring that thing on me like that again. Nearly gave me a heart attack.”

He grinned. “No promises, man.”

Nothing much happened after that, we watched TV some more and went to our rooms.

I got home from work Wednesday evening and the convo again shifted to his cock. “Dude, you don’t gotta wait for me to say it anymore,” I said. “Just strip if you’re hot. You know I’m not gonna complain by now.”

“I know, I know,” he said, that cheeky smirk spreading across his face. “Just wanted to hear you say it.” He didn’t hesitate, pulling off his shirt and shorts in one smooth motion, tossing them to the side.

I also stripped down as he finished getting naked. “Dude, you gotta name that thing,” I said looking at his cock which was rock hard. “It’s practically got its own personality.”

“Yeah, maybe I should,” he said, sitting back down. But then he did something that shut me up real quick, he grabbed it by the base, pointed it straight up and gave it a little shake, like he was showing off. My jaw dropped, and I couldn’t even laugh this time. I just stared, my mouth dry, “Holy fuck, man.”

“What?” he said, still holding it, letting it wobble side to side.

I sat up straighter, scooting a little closer on the couch. “You sure it’s only nine inches? Looks bigger than that to me.”

He smirked, still gripping it. “Told you, just shy of nine. Been a while since I measured, but I’m pretty sure.” His eyes were locked on mine, but we both kept glancing down at his cock, like neither of us could look away. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it, and I wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch it again. But I held back, trying to play it smart.

“Can I… uh, measure it? I mean, just to be sure. No big deal if you’re not cool with it, but I’m still not buying it’s under nine.”

“Yeah, go for it. I’d like that.”

“Sweet,” I said. “Be right back.” I jumped up, my dick bouncing as I walked to the kitchen to dig through the junk drawer for the tape measure. It took a second, but I found it and came back. Alex was still sitting there, his erection not going anywhere, and I knelt down in front of him on the floor. We looked at each other for a moment, then started laughing, the absurdity of it hitting us both at once.

“Alright, I’ll hold it, you measure,” I said.

“Oh, you’ll hold it, huh?” he teased.

“Yeah, if that’s cool,” I said. “I mean, I’d like to.”

“I’d like that too,” he said, handing me the tape measure. “Go for it.”

I reached out, my hand wrapping around the base of his cock. It twitched at my touch, and we both laughed again, which helped cut the tension. It was warm, heavy, so fucking thick in my hand, the veins standing out under my fingers. I just held it for a second, feeling the weight, my dick throbbing in response. “Fuck, man,” I said. “This thing’s unreal.”

“You’re telling me,” he said, laughing as he straightened the tape measure, lining it up along his length from base to tip. We both leaned in, squinting at the numbers. He was right, 8.9 inches, just under nine. “Told you,” he said.

“Alright, you win,” I said, still holding his cock, not ready to let go yet. “But we gotta check the girth too.” I wrapped the tape around the thickest part, my fingers brushing against him as I did.

He grinned, clearly loving it. I didn’t let go right away, my hand lingering, sliding slowly along the shaft, not stroking. I gave the head a little push, and let it flop back onto his stomach. We both cracked up.

By Friday, we’ve fallen into this routine now, slipping past each other naked in the bathroom every morning, stripping down when we get home from work, just chilling on the couch with nothing on, watching TV or talking shit. It wasn't even weird anymore.

Saturday night sucked, though. Alex was out with his buddies, probably at some bar, and I was stuck at home alone. I missed him, which was weird to admit, but I did.

Sunday afternoon rolled around, and I was fresh out of the shower, standing in the laundry room folding clothes, still naked, towel slung over my shoulder. I heard Alex’s car pull into the driveway,. I don’t know why, but I got this rush of excitement, like I couldn’t wait to see him. Maybe it was because I missed him, or maybe it was the thought of what might happen. Either way, I dropped the shirt I was folding and practically skipped to the front door, leaning against the frame, buck naked, waiting for him to walk in. I had to be careful about the neighbors, last thing I need is Mrs. Jenkins across the street getting a free show, so I stayed just inside, out of sight.

When Alex looked up from fumbling with his keys, his jaw dropped. Like, full-on cartoon style, eyes wide, mouth open. I couldn’t help but laugh at his face. He just stood there, frozen, staring at me, so I reached out, grabbed his shirt, and yanked him inside, saying, “Yo, get in here, man. I can’t be flashing the whole neighborhood.”

“Holy shit, dude,” he said, still half in shock as I shut the door behind him. “You been like this the whole time I was gone?”

I grinned, leaning back against the wall. “Yeah, pretty much. I’m kinda into it now. Way better if you join me, though.”

He dropped his bag, his eyes still glued to me, and started stripping right there in the entryway. Shirt, shorts, quick as hell, like he couldn’t wait either. When he got to his briefs, I saw that familiar bulge. My mouth went dry, and this crazy urge hit me, I wanted to touch it again, like when we measured it. I hadn’t felt it since then, and being without him all weekend had me craving it. Before I could overthink it, I blurted, “Wait!” just as his thumbs hooked into the waistband.

He froze, looking up at me, a little nervous. “What?” he said, like he thought he’d fucked up somehow.

I froze too. “Uh… um…” I stammered, my face burning. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, and just went for it. “Can I… take it out?”

a huge grin spread across his face, and he let the waistband snap back against his hips, moving his hands away. “Sure,” he said.

“Good,” I said, grinning back. “Sorry, I’ve just… been thinking about it a lot. I really wanna do this.” I stepped closer until we were face-to-face. Then I dropped to my knees right in front of him, as I reached for his briefs. I grabbed his cock through the fabric with one hand, feeling how hard he was, and with the other, I slowly pulled his briefs down. His dick sprang free, snapping out and pointing right at my face, nine inches of thick, veined perfection.

“Holy fuck,” I said, just staring at it.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned.

Neither of us moved for a second, just frozen there, his cock inches from my face. I reached out, wrapping my hand around the base, feeling the weight, the warmth. It twitched in my grip, and I looked up at him. “Dude, you should be so fucking proud of this thing,” I said. “It’s unreal.”

He laughed, a little nervous but loosening up. “Thanks, man.” but I wasn’t done. I passed it between my hands, feeling every inch, tracing the big vein that ran from the base to the tip with my finger. He let out little gasps as I touched him, and it was driving me wild, my own dick throbbing between my legs. I squeezed it gently, marveling at how solid it felt, how heavy. I could’ve stayed there forever, but my knees started aching from kneeling on the hard floor. Before I stood up, though, I couldn’t resist, I leaned in and gave the head a quick peck, just a light kiss. The moan he let out was so loud it almost made me cum.

I stood up, and we were eye-to-eye again. “That was… sweet,” he said.

“Sweet?” I laughed, trying to play it cool even though my heart was still racing. “That’s one way to put it. Glad you’re home, man.”

I turned and walked back to the laundry room to finish folding clothes, feeling his eyes on my ass the whole way. He followed me a minute later, still naked, his cock still half-hard, and leaned against the doorway, watching me. “You really were just chilling like this all weekend?” he asked, his voice curious.

“Yeah,” I said. “Told you, I’m into it now. You’re a bad influence.”

He laughed, stepping closer. “Guess I am. You’re not so bad yourself, though.”

We spent the rest of the evening naked. But we both knew we’d crossed another line.

to be continued...

Can’t wait till they get to fuck!

 

[fmbttm]

Show that straight boy what he’s missing!!