I was a freshman college student when I first felt an intense sexual attraction to a man. That man was my roommate.
I studied college in a city 500 km. away from my hometown and so it was necessary for me stay in a dormitory. It was my first time to stay in a dormitory since it was also the first time to leave my hometown for a long period of time. I never really had any idea on what to expect living in a dormitory but I'm am thrilled on the idea.
The room I was gonna stay in houses four people. I was the first occupant of the room. It was small. Just about half a meter of space between the two double-decks. As the first occupant, I got to choose which bed I will use. Of course I chose the most convenient, the bed at the bottom.
A day later, another tenant moved in and little did I know I would lust over him. He chose the bottom bed of the other double deck, his bed is adjacent to mine.
At that first encounter, I never really find him attractive. His eyes were far apart from each other, his legs were a bit bowed, but his lips were more than fine. He's nice with me though on our first meeting. He was polite and smiles at me. Even so, I never really liked him especially when he interrupted me from my reading and asked about the book and mispronounced it (irks me when people mispronounced words, petty I know).
One Saturday, something happened that would change my opinion of him. I was, of the four of us in the room, earliest to wake up — I'm usually up by five in the morning. That day, as I was reading a book while waiting for the rice to cook, I noticed my roommate's crotch.
He was asleep. He was having a full hard-on while his pants were unzipped. His dick is sticking out of his briefs. I can't believe what I saw. It was my first time to see another man's dick. It was big. It was hard. It was as if it's trying to break free from his underwear. I couldn't stare at it for a straight minute afraid of getting caught peeking to it. I couldn't focus on a single word that I read. I could feel myself getting hard from the sight of his morning wood. It was hot.
I came back to my senses when the rice cooker finally ticked. I prepared my breakfast shrugging off the hotness on that morning.
From that day on, I find myself glancing at my sleeping roommate's crotch every morning hoping to witness another hard-on.
It never happened again, sadly.
As days passed, I begin to feel horny just by his sight. When he finish his shower, he walks pass through me with only his towel on. Every single time he goes to bathroom and back to his bed, I used to fake reading my book hiding the obvious glances to his body. It is by this time that I noticed he doesn't really look bad.
The lust grew over time.
One day, I have no class and was left alone in the room. I can't help myself thinking about the time I saw my roommate's hard-on. I eventually noticed his underwear left on his bed (he doesn't keep his things orderly). It was his underwear from the other day. The sight of his used briefs turned me on so bad I had a hard-on. picked the briefs and went to the bathroom.
I started stroking myself while my other hand holds the brief close to my nose trying to get his odor. I could not find the scent I was hoping for, only a whiff of piss. Not satisfied, I used the underwear to stroke my throbbing cock. As I do that to myself, I picture that moment when his dick sticks out of his briefs. I came not long after.
When I got the chance, I always do it. Pick his underwear, go to the bathroom, and stroke myself to pleasure. It went on for several times and every time I'm done, I feel a pang of guilt.
Then, classes were suspended initially for two weeks due to threats of CoViD-19. I went back to my hometown. I was kinda glad because I cannot imagine myself of the creep I will become if it were to continue. I stopped thinking about him for a while. I resorted to porn but I went back fantasizing that moment. I even fantasized him railing me inside the dormitory and other stuff. It was now only a wild imagination.
For now, I sometimes jerk-off to the thought of him. I'm wondering if the pandemic hadn't happened, would I build up lust and ask him to make out with me (even he's straight), to let me jerk him off or even to just let me touch his hard dick . But considering my shy personality, it is likely that I would just be a creep picking, sniffing underwear, fantasizing on his roommate.
I'm glad though I have not transformed into a full creep. I would rather find a man to fulfill my roommate fantasy.
I studied college in a city 500 km. away from my hometown and so it was necessary for me stay in a dormitory. It was my first time to stay in a dormitory since it was also the first time to leave my hometown for a long period of time. I never really had any idea on what to expect living in a dormitory but I'm am thrilled on the idea.
The room I was gonna stay in houses four people. I was the first occupant of the room. It was small. Just about half a meter of space between the two double-decks. As the first occupant, I got to choose which bed I will use. Of course I chose the most convenient, the bed at the bottom.
A day later, another tenant moved in and little did I know I would lust over him. He chose the bottom bed of the other double deck, his bed is adjacent to mine.
At that first encounter, I never really find him attractive. His eyes were far apart from each other, his legs were a bit bowed, but his lips were more than fine. He's nice with me though on our first meeting. He was polite and smiles at me. Even so, I never really liked him especially when he interrupted me from my reading and asked about the book and mispronounced it (irks me when people mispronounced words, petty I know).
One Saturday, something happened that would change my opinion of him. I was, of the four of us in the room, earliest to wake up — I'm usually up by five in the morning. That day, as I was reading a book while waiting for the rice to cook, I noticed my roommate's crotch.
He was asleep. He was having a full hard-on while his pants were unzipped. His dick is sticking out of his briefs. I can't believe what I saw. It was my first time to see another man's dick. It was big. It was hard. It was as if it's trying to break free from his underwear. I couldn't stare at it for a straight minute afraid of getting caught peeking to it. I couldn't focus on a single word that I read. I could feel myself getting hard from the sight of his morning wood. It was hot.
I came back to my senses when the rice cooker finally ticked. I prepared my breakfast shrugging off the hotness on that morning.
From that day on, I find myself glancing at my sleeping roommate's crotch every morning hoping to witness another hard-on.
It never happened again, sadly.
As days passed, I begin to feel horny just by his sight. When he finish his shower, he walks pass through me with only his towel on. Every single time he goes to bathroom and back to his bed, I used to fake reading my book hiding the obvious glances to his body. It is by this time that I noticed he doesn't really look bad.
The lust grew over time.
One day, I have no class and was left alone in the room. I can't help myself thinking about the time I saw my roommate's hard-on. I eventually noticed his underwear left on his bed (he doesn't keep his things orderly). It was his underwear from the other day. The sight of his used briefs turned me on so bad I had a hard-on. picked the briefs and went to the bathroom.
I started stroking myself while my other hand holds the brief close to my nose trying to get his odor. I could not find the scent I was hoping for, only a whiff of piss. Not satisfied, I used the underwear to stroke my throbbing cock. As I do that to myself, I picture that moment when his dick sticks out of his briefs. I came not long after.
When I got the chance, I always do it. Pick his underwear, go to the bathroom, and stroke myself to pleasure. It went on for several times and every time I'm done, I feel a pang of guilt.
Then, classes were suspended initially for two weeks due to threats of CoViD-19. I went back to my hometown. I was kinda glad because I cannot imagine myself of the creep I will become if it were to continue. I stopped thinking about him for a while. I resorted to porn but I went back fantasizing that moment. I even fantasized him railing me inside the dormitory and other stuff. It was now only a wild imagination.
For now, I sometimes jerk-off to the thought of him. I'm wondering if the pandemic hadn't happened, would I build up lust and ask him to make out with me (even he's straight), to let me jerk him off or even to just let me touch his hard dick . But considering my shy personality, it is likely that I would just be a creep picking, sniffing underwear, fantasizing on his roommate.
I'm glad though I have not transformed into a full creep. I would rather find a man to fulfill my roommate fantasy.
