This story & those that follow are completely fictional. Any likeness is purely coincidental. More parts to come soon.
I'd love to know what you think & if you enjoyed it.
jasonsmith135@yahoo.com
Please consider donating to Nifty so we can keep this great site going! ********************************************************* Part 1 that was previously posted had two typos where names were switched. I have corrected those typos, and reposted Part 1 below to avoid any confusion going forward. Both Part 1 & 2 are labeled below. Happy Reading! *******
PART 1
Oh, I hope he has to change clothes.
That's what was going through my mind as my college roommate ran in through our dorm door. He was running late for his after school job because the caf lines were too long once again. This happens all the time. The lines are so long that it takes forever to get food, then he eats as fast as he can (I'm not sure how he even tastes any of it) and then he rushes back to our dorm, changes and leaves for his job.
Tyler is my college dorm appointed roommate. We didn't know each other until the first day when we moved in. I decided to go to an out of state college, one that none of my friends were going to, so I had no one to plan to room with. Apparently Tyler didn't have anyone else lined up either, so the school put us together. He ended up being a really good roommate. He was kind, talkative, and laid back. He was also gorgeous.
Now I've been attracted to guys all my life. And I've known several guys growing up that I was attracted to. But none like Tyler. He was tall, had brown hair, brown eyes, and was toned like you wouldn't believe. Seriously, this guy works out. And not the gross, like over muscled guys who do competitive body building. No, he was muscled, and toned, and beautiful. I noticed he was good looking from the moment I walked into the dorm room and he was setting up his side of the room.
"Hey man. My name's Tyler. I hope it's okay that I chose this side."
He held out his hand to shake and, apparently I was too dumbfounded by how attractive he was, that I just stared at him.
His smile faltered and he started to drop his hand as he said, "But I can switch if you prefer this side or something."
I quickly realized my mistake (my mind flooding itself with thoughts like: holy crap, this is my roommate. He's gorgeous. How am I gonna make this not weird?) and smiled big and reached for his hand.
"No, no, it's fine! I just.. wasn't expecting you to already be here," I pulled that lie out of my ass and continued, "My name's Peter. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you as well, Peter. You sure you don't mind me having this side?"
"No, not at all. I'm cool with the right side."
I began to walk to my side of the room carrying, admittedly, too many bags and tripped, falling to floor. Not even 5 minutes of meeting the guy and I had already made a fool of myself. My bags not only pulled me to the ground but then piled on top of me. Tyler rushed over and began pulling bags off of me.
"Dude, you okay?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm fine. Stuff like this happens all the time," I replied, pushing off the ground to stand.
"Uh-oh. All the time?" he asked with a grin.
"You could definitely call me accident-prone."
"Ah, I see. Well don't worry. I brought a first-aid kit," he said smiling.
This guy was going to be all right. I knew at that moment that it was possible for us to become friends. That was something I was worried about when starting college, much less a new one states away from all my family and friends. Sure I would have a roommate, because I couldn't afford a single suite, much less an apartment off campus. I just hoped that he would be cool enough to make living together not miserable. But if we could be friends, that would be amazing.
I learned over the next few days of us living together that Tyler was from just a few towns over from the college and actually did have a few friends that were attending our college. I asked him why he didn't plan to room with any of them. He told me that most everyone was already paired up, but that he also liked making new friends and hoped to make a new one with his given roommate. I was pleased to hear that he was also hoping to become friends. We ate in the caf together for the next few days until classes started and I ended up meeting a few of his friends from back home. They were pretty cool for the most part, mostly letting me into their circle. Some of the other guys were pretty douchey to be honest, but Tyler made sure to include me in the conversations when appropriate.
Once classes started, we started seeing a little less of each other as our schedules weren't lined up together super well. We had different majors and had different required classes. And he also had a part time job in the evenings 3-4 nights a week. But he would always make his way back to the room after either classes or his job and we would catch up, talking about our day while watching tv, grabbing dinner, playing video games, and whatnot.
One of the main things that I liked and appreciated about Tyler (besides how attractive he was) was how laid back he was. Not a lot seemed to ruffle his feathers and he was a pretty go-with-the-flow kind of guy. He'd let me pick where to pick up dinner if we ever had the extra cash to do so. He'd let me pick a movie that I'd been wanting to see to put on before we went to bed. He was just pretty easy going. This nonchalant attitude also slid over into how he felt about nudity. It just didn't bother him.
I remember clearly back to the day of moving in, once we had finished unloading and unpacking all of our luggage and boxes and belongings. We had gotten sweaty, sweat soaking through our shirts as it was pretty hot, not only outside but inside as well. He quickly pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his tanned and toned upper body slick with sweat. He asked if I minded if he jumped in the shower first, to which I said I didn't mind. After a quick `cool' he shucked his shorts and boxers down to his ankles and then walked across the room to grab a towel. I was shocked to say the least. Growing up with no brothers, it was few and far between when I saw another guy shirtless much less full blown naked.
My initial instinct was to avert my eyes but I couldn't help that they scanned his entire body. As he was turned away from me, I checked out his plump ass, slightly dusted with curly brown hair. I could definitely tell that he did squats regularly. His thighs were as toned as his ass, thick and stocky, muscles contracting and relaxing with each step. The muscles in his back, strong and taut as he reached for his towel. As he reached, he had to bend, his ass cheeks slightly spreading as he did so. The all too familiar pang in my crotch alerted me that I was getting turned on. He stood up after finding a towel from where he had unpacked them. He turned around to face me. I was lucky enough too avert my eyes to my phone just before his gaze turned to me and he spoke.
"I won't be long so you can hop in soon," he told me.
I looked up and tried my hardest to pretend that I hadn't been ogling him, and replied, "Sure, no problem."
He turned and headed to our bathroom that was shared between us and the two guys who would stay in the room on the other side of said bathroom. Those two guys hadn't made it to the dorms yet, and we would meet them later. He walked away, but not before I caught a glimpse of his cock. `Damn' was the only word that entered my head. The sight of his cock made me instantly harder than I already was. He was soft, unlike me, and girthy. I only caught a glimpse of it just then, but I knew it was a cock to be proud of (and possibly why he was so okay with nudity). I only hoped that I would get to see it again.
That hope didn't take long to come to fruition because once he exited the bathroom, he was bare once again. He walked out, body still misty from the hot shower but I could tell that he had mostly dried off. He had his towel in his hand (not around his waist as I would have done) and was drying his hair, dick lightly flopping about as he tousled his brown locks.
He looked up at me, my eyes already on him, and said, "It's all yours man. I left the hot water running for you."
The way that he displayed his nudity was not that of showing off. That wasn't what he was doing. He wasn't trying to prove that he had a big dick (which he did) or that he was well toned and muscly (which he was). He was just comfortable that way. That's obviously how he exited the shower on a normal day, and so it would be that way here too.
I had already gathered my towel and extra clothes to change into once I was done showering and had them next to me. I picked them up, holding the pile of clothes in front of my crotch so as not to have my boner on display to my brand new roommate.
I acknowledged him with a quick `thanks dude' and made my way into the bathroom. I heard the water still running in the shower and placed my hand under the steady stream, the warmth covering my palm. I quickly shucked my sweaty clothes into a pile on the floor, my cock slapping up against my belly as my boxer briefs were tugged down. I stepped into the warm water and my hand made its way to my dick. And I jerked off thinking of my new roommate and what it would feel like to touch his own cock.
PART 2
That wasn't the last time I had jerked off thinking of Tyler. His continued nudity throughout our stay together in the dorms would lend itself to numerous jerk off sessions whenever I could find the time alone to do so. Luckily, I had enough practice over the many years of being in the closet to control my erections to not be suspected. Or at least I hope I had. He never made me suspect otherwise.
His comfort in being nude wasn't an all time thing either. He didn't just lay around the dorm naked with his cock out. He would hang out without a shirt. And sometimes if he was in for the night or had no plans to leave the room, would be in just his boxers. He wasn't nude just for the sake of being nude. But it didn't bother him when he had to change, or going to and from the shower.
His comfortability rubbed off on me fairly quickly. I hadn't expected it to be so easy to fall into his pattern of changing in front of each other, or stripping for the shower, or not taking new clothes into the bathroom to change into before coming out. But after about a week of watching him do these things day after day, I thought to myself, `why not?' If he was comfortable enough to do it in front of me, he would probably be okay with me doing it in front of him. So I decided to try it out one day to see.
I got back from class and was done for the day. The long walk across campus had made me a bit sweaty and ripe after all my classes. I walked in to the room and Tyler was laying on his bed on his phone. I decided that this would be a great time to test it out. We said hi to each other and made some small talk. I dropped my bag and started pulling clothes off. My heart did a little pitterpatter as I reached down to my boxer briefs and quickly yanked them down to my ankles. Tyler kept talking the whole time, not a hitch in his conversation, as I walked across the room naked to grab a towel and threw it over my shoulder.
I turned back to face him as he finished up with what he was saying, his face and eyes cool and not phased by my new lack of clothes. Once he finished, I told him I was going to hop in the shower and I did so. Once done, I exited the steamy bathroom, beads of water scattered across my body, and finished drying off. I walked over to grab some clean clothes out of the chest of drawers and got dressed facing Tyler, carefully taking quick glances to see if he was also sneaking glances or if this was phasing him at all. It wasn't.
While I had slightly wished he WAS sneaking glances at me, the new-found fun in being naked was pretty exhilarating. I had never been naked around anyone. I was, due to my being in the closet, still a virgin. I don't have any brothers, so it wasn't like other guys who grew up bathing with their brothers until it wasn't acceptable any more. Or those lucky ones who had friends (and sometimes brothers too) that hung around in their boxers but would eventually end up naked as a joke. Or the even luckier ones that the jokes with friends (and sometimes brothers too) would turn into masturbating together. None of that happened to me. So now finally being around someone who was frequently dropping trou, and now myself doing the same, was pretty damn fun to be honest.
My favorite time of the day to catch Tyler naked, however, was the morning. Tyler's morning wood was a sight, for sure. Again, he wasn't flaunting it (although he should be.) A lot of the times, if he wakes up early enough he lays in bed for a while before getting dressed or showering. I'm assuming he waits until it subsides before he goes about his day. But when he's running late, and has too little time to do his waking up in the comfort of his bed, his morning wood is on display. The first time I saw him hard I did a double take (and I'm still hoping that he didn't notice, because my head moved so fast.) His cock had to be at least 7 inches long, if not 7 1/2. My own cock was a cool 6 inches (6 1/2 on a really good day.)
That first time I saw, he jumped up out of bed, cursing a bit under his breath about how he was going to be late. The tent in his boxers was impressive in itself. Then he dropped his boxers, tossed them towards his hamper with his foot and began walking toward his chest of drawers, hard cock bobbing with each step. My eyes couldn't find anything else they'd rather look at. And I watched him all the way across the room, and heard him mutter something about `this damn morning wood' as he pulled on a fresh pair of boxers. The whole show was amazing and had my own morning wood throbbing in my boxer briefs.
Now back to the beginning of this story, Tyler was running late for work, and here I was hoping he would need to change. Even though him changing and being nude was not an uncommon event, it was still exciting for me whenever it happened. I would even sometimes purposely leave after he did to make sure I would get to see the show. Who cares if I was just a little late to class, right? And other days I would change at the same time, getting in on the nakedness.
I was laying on my bed, avoiding studying by scrolling through an app on my phone. Tyler bursts in and startles me a bit, then my body relaxes seeing it's him. I can tell he's in a hurry by how quick he's moving and by the look on his face.
"Long line again?" I ask.
"Of course. Always is when I have work. I only finished half my plate," he responded.
As he said this he starts to pull off his clothes. Yesss!' I think to myself. Time for the show.'
He starts with his shirt as he always does, my eyes falling to his slightly hairy chest, hair dusting his pecs, and then following the line of muscles to his abs and finding his happy trail. (What a perfect name for that, don't you think? It made me happy to see it, and even happier to see what it trailed to.)
"Aw, damn. I'm sorry dude. We can grab something when you get off if you want," I suggest, trying to keep the conversation going as he's undressing so that he'll stay facing me instead of turning toward his dresser or closet.
"That sounds good, actually. My shift lasts until closing, so I'll probably be pretty hungry once I get off."
He pulls his pants and boxers down together releasing his cock much to my glee and excitement. I never got tired of seeing it bounce out from his waistband. Once they both got down to his ankles, he bent down to pull the cuffs off over his feet, which gave me a perfect view of his cock swinging and swaying between his thighs as he did so. With his head down to focus on pulling the cuffs off, I was able to stare without worrying about getting caught. My dick twitched watching him, wondering how it might feel to grab his soft cock and make him hard. Luckily, I was laying under the comforter on my bed.
"Yeah, we could try that new place downtown. Have you been there yet?" I asked, hoping to prolong him being naked right in front of me.
He stood up, holding his pants and boxers in one hand down to his side, as if oblivious to the fact that his dick was out for anyone (me) to see. "Are you talking about the taco place?"
"No, the burger place that just opened on 2nd street," I replied.
He continued to stand there, his eyes lifted up as he thought about the place I had mentioned, giving me more time to ogle him.
"Oh yeah, I think Ryan mentioned it to me the other day. No I haven't been there. We could definitely try it. I haven't had a decent burger in a while."
As he said this, he turned toward his closet and grabbed some clothes off a hanger, then made his way to his drawers to find a clean pair of boxers. I carefully watched every step that he took, taking in as much as I could, feeling my cock grow in my shorts.
"Same here," I replied.
"It's a plan then!" He said enthusiastically as he pulled on his clothes.
I thought about trying to think of more to say to keep the conversation going, but I didn't want him to be too late to work. Also, I was a little less keen to do so now that he was clothed again. Not to mention the fact that as soon as he was gone, I would have the room to myself and I could take care of the now raging boner in my shorts.
He grabbed his phone and keys, and with a `See ya later' he was out the door. I immediately laid my phone on the nightstand once the door was shut, letting my mind replay the images of him naked in front of me. It felt a little weird and almost voyeuristic to be enjoying seeing him naked all the time. But gosh, did I love it. And is it really voyeuristic if he chooses to do it in front of me? I wasn't sure, and by the pulse in my crotch, I didn't much care at the moment.
I let my hand slide under the duvet and cup my balls through my boxer briefs. I gave them a light squeeze, making my dick pulse as I did. My cock was pressed hard against the fabric of my underwear, making a tent and begging to be released. `You have to wait just a minute' I told myself, knowing that I should give Tyler some time to make his way out of the building and to make sure that he didn't forget anything and come back into the room. I felt the length of my cock through the fabric, making it twitch with even the lightest touch. It had been about 2 days since the last time I had gotten off, so I was overdue to bust a big load. I half gripped the base through my boxer briefs and the sensation made my whole body shiver. I couldn't take it. I had to take it out.
Now that Tyler had enough time to get down the stairs and into the parking lot, I felt it was safe. I threw back the duvet and took in the sight of the tent I was pitching. I smiled at the sight, knowing how good I was about to feel. I did a half sit-up and grabbed the back collar of my shirt, pulling it over my head and dropping it on the floor beside my bed. Then I slid my thumbs under the waistband of my underwear and quickly tugged them toward my ankles. My cock slapped my stomach with a loud `THWACK' making me chuckle to myself. I pulled one foot out of the leg hole, and grabbed the edge with my toes and flicked them to the floor next to my shirt. All the movement caused the duvet to fall toward the end of the bed. That's okay, though, I have the room to myself.
Out of all the ways and positions I've jerked off (and believe me, there are many that I've tried) this is my favorite. It's simple and easy. Me laying in my bed on my back with my dick pointing toward the ceiling. It's how I learned to jerk off way back once I hit puberty, and how I continued to do it in my childhood bedroom growing up until leaving for college. Back home, once it was time for bed,' I would make my way to my bedroom, lock the door, strip naked, climb onto my bed, and go to town.' It was my favorite time of the day. I would sometimes look forward to it all day long. Just me and my cock. And here I was, now in college, doing the same thing.
I looked down at my cock still hard as a rock, waiting for my hand to make contact. I looked at the door and noticed the lock wasn't turned. Tyler was in such a rush that he forgot to lock it while leaving. I could get up and lock it, but my cock was too anxious for me to play with it. It should be fine, Tyler was gone, and none of his friends seemed to come by unless texting or calling first since they lived in another building. I decided it was fine and wrapped my fist around the shaft of my cock. Even more blood rushed into my member as I slowly made the first stroking motion down to the base.
Goosebumps began to cover me as my free hand began to feel my body, tracing the edges of my stomach down to my thighs and to my balls. I cupped them, lightly squeezing every other stroke down my shaft. My breathing slowed as my heart quickened. My hips began to move with each stroke, the tingling in my lower region collecting and building. I closed my eyes so I could pay attention to what felt good, then what felt better. Listening to my body, my hands moving, my mind flooded with images of Tyler. His body, his chest, his abs, his ass, him bending down allowing his cheeks to spread ever so slightly. Then his cock. His soft cock dangling between his thighs. His hard cock. Big, long, girthy, and hairy.
A small moan escaped my lips as my hand began to pick up the pace. My eyes still closed thinking of Tyler's hard cock, my own hard cock throbbing in my fist, my hips thrusting in the air almost coming off the bed. This feels amazing. I'm going to cum so fucking much. I pick up the speed again, feeling every inch of my cock from tip to base and back to tip again. I feel pressure beginning to build in my taint and balls. My legs and toes are stretching, feeling the crescendo through my body... and then...
`CLICK. CREAK'
"So get this. Work just called..... Oh, so that's what happens when I leave for work."