This is a true story. I have posted one other story based on one of my experiences in the "Masturbation" section called "Forced to Shoot".
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Peace, D.D.
When I first moved to Miami Beach, I stayed in a hostel dorm-room. I was there for about a month, sharing it with seven other dudes. With so many people there was no room for privacy at all and jacking off was almost impossible. I can't tell you how many times I started stroking, but was interrupted by someone coming in before I could nut. It left me edgy and irritated, and my dick swollen and sore.
Now, I always sleep in the nude and I could see no reason why I should make an exception at the hostel as I was in an all-male dorm. It wasn't because I wanted to show off or anything, I just don't like my dick being constrained when I sleep - it's uncomfortable and unnecessary. Also, this was in August in southern Florida and it was really fucking hot at night.
But with not being able to jack off regularly, my morning-erections were worse than usual and they just wouldn't go down. I'd stay under the sheet for a while, waiting and trying to think unsexy thoughts, but it didn't help. My bone was pounding like a hammer and it wasn't about to quit.
My bunk-neighbor quickly realized what was going on. He'd hang out on his bed, pretending to read or something, waiting for me to "give up" and get up. I have a big penis and there's not much I can do to hide it and he seemed to have noticed this. (As big-dicked guys know, most attempts to hide your meat are futile, leaving you look ridiculous as if you were ashamed of what you have.) He knew that all he'd had to do if he wanted to get a glimpse of my throbbing manhood was to wait because sooner or later I would be forced to expose it.
And he was right. Eventually I had no choice but to get out of bed; I had to get on with my day - hardon or not. The way I dealt with it was to just play it cool like having a boner in the morning was the most natural thing in the world (which, of course, it is). I'd sit up on the bed, pull the sheet aside and reach for my underwear. And, while I was stepping in to them, casually exposing my throbbing manhood to my bunk-neighbor's curious eyes.
This happened almost every morning. At first the dude would just catch a glance at my meat over his magazine, but for each day the he'd get more and more daring. Soon he'd stare right at it, until, one day, he even nodded appreciatively and said "Damn, Bro!" as I revealed my Monster. I nodded back and from then on we knew where we stood; with his comment he had acknowledged that my penis was much bigger than his own and also admitted that he admired it.
We were in the dorm for about ten days together and became quite friendly. Some mornings we'd lie in our bunks and chat for a while. I was hoping for my throbbing bone to soften (which, of course, it never did) and he was hoping to get a glimpse of my throbbing bone (which, of course, he always did). As I got dressed, we'd continue talking, but his eyes never left my crotch as I struggled to fit the nine inches in to my briefs.
Towards the end we both became very relaxed about the whole thing. One morning I found myself sitting on the bed, talking about this-n-that, not even thinking about my boner until I noticed that he was staring. I looked down, to discover that my sheet had slid away and my pulsating erection was absolutely exposed. With the foreskin totally retracted, the shiny dick-head all naked, and a trail of precum trickling down the vein-popping shaft my meat looked like a true weapon. We both kinda smiled.
At that point, it seemed pointless for me to cover up again; he'd already seen my bone so many times that it didn't make a difference anymore. So we just continued talking. Every few seconds his gaze would wander down to my erection in awe, but it was cool. I know he was just envious and impressed with what he saw.
During the whole time we were bunk-neighbors, he never once uncovered his own penis. But the little bump in his tighty-whities left no doubt that he didn't have much to show for. No wonder he was so fascinated with my long, fat manhood. He had true penis-envy.
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