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"Holy shit!" I yell.
I reach for something to grab to cover myself since I'm fully naked, not a stitch of clothing on, with a rock hard boner still pointing towards the ceiling. I think to reach for my clothes, but they're in the middle of the floor, apparently falling further than I had anticipated when I threw them down. The duvet is hanging over the end of the bed. I have nothing, so I just use my hands to cover as much of my cock and balls as I can.
I can feel the heat rising in my face turning my cheeks ten shades of red and my heart is pounding a mile a minute. I just stay like that, barely covered, staring at Tyler who is standing in the doorway, one hand on the doorknob, door still open, and a smile lingering on his lips. I'm totally embarrassed. The fact that we've both been naked in front of each other doesn't mean shit right now. Sure, I've seen his dick and balls, and he's seen mine. I've even seen his hard cock in the mornings. But he's never seen mine hard.
I've worked very hard over the years of being in the closet to do my best to hide my boners from others. I know all the tricks. Backpack slung around the front to hide your crotch. Textbooks and notebooks carefully held just so when walking down the school hallways. Crossing your legs when sitting so there's more space for your boner in your pants. Dick in the waistband of your pants. I know them all. And I've gotten pretty damn good at it, if I do say so myself. There were several guys in high school that got caught with boners at random times of the day. Of course, they'd laugh it off and say something like, What are ya gonna do?' with a shrug, or I've got too much dick to not have a woody all the time' or even If you don't like seeing it, don't look!' And then the others would laugh it off as well and then all was forgotten. Straight guys could get away with almost anything. It was the rest of us that people were a little unsure' about. And I knew then that if I had ever gotten caught with a boner, the teasing would be ruthless, my embarrassment would be evident, and I'd never recover.
So I was still pretty good at hiding my boners. Even from Tyler. Sure, watching him naked all the time got me going on the regular. But I was sneaky about it. If I ever did pop a boner, I would use a boner-hiding-move that I had perfected over the years. Or I'd climb under my duvet on my bed. Or I'd sneak away to the bathroom and take a piss to relieve the pressure. There were other times when I'd just have a little chub from his quick change and it was no big deal. All of this to say, he's never seen my dick hard. And we definitely hadn't seen each other masturbating.
But there was no denying the fact that he had definitely just seen hard cock. And if that wasn't embarrassing enough, he had caught me mid-stroke, eyes closed in pure bliss and about to bust. My one hand was placed over as much of my cock as I could cover while the other was grasping my ballsack. Tyler's smile never faltered as I just stared at him, my body still too frozen from shock to move to grab literally anything else to cover myself. I just hoped that this wouldn't make things weird, or worse, turn into relentless teasing.
We heard footsteps coming down the hall so Tyler took a small step inside the room and shut the door saying, "Lemme shut that so no one gets an eye full."
I could hear my mind telling myself `Move you dumb fuck! Grab your clothes! Or the duvet! Grab literally anything!' But I was still frozen, my heart moving about as fast as it ever had.
Once he turned back around from the door, a smile still on his face, he crossed his arms and said, "You couldn't even wait 5 minutes after I left before you got your cock out?"
Fuck, this was bad.
"I... I didn't.." I stuttered, trying to think of how best to salvage this situation.
And then Tyler laughed.
"Dude, I'm joking with you."
"Huh?" I asked, confusion setting in on my face.
"I'm just joking. I do the same thing when you're out to class and I'm here alone," he confessed.
"You do?"
"Haha, yeah. I basically have your class schedule memorized. What, did you think I didn't jerk off or something?"
"Well," I started, "I just assumed you just did it in the shower or something."
"Oh. I do that too!" he admitted with a chuckle as he began walking over to his side of the room and sat on his bed. "However, I do tend to lock the door when I'm going at it on the bed."
We both turned our heads to look at the door that was still unlocked and then back to each other and busted out laughing.
I laughed so hard that I brought my hands up to cover my face and then peaked out between my fingers saying, "I know, I know. But, to be honest, I was so horny and I thought I could be quick."
"Wanking Rule #1 dude. Always lock the door." We both laughed again.
"I thought you were gone! What are you even doing back here?" I asked.
"I had just gotten to my car when they called from work and said they had double scheduled people for my shift, so they didn't need me. If I had known I would interrupt I would have circled the block or something," he joked.
"Ah makes sense. Well at least you don't have work!" I said continuing the lightened mood. "I'm just sorry this is what you had to walk into."
"Nah dude, really. It's fine," he said through a grin, letting his eyes drop down to my crotch that I suddenly realized was uncovered and I was no longer hiding. "But you.." he gestured toward my cock with his hand making a small circle, "obviously didn't finish. Do you, like.. want me to make a lap and let you finish up..or..?"
After I realized that during the conversation, somehow, I had stopped covering my genitals, I pulled my knees up closer to my body and reached for the duvet toward the end of the bed to pull over myself.
"Oh, no man. It's fine. I'm not gonna make you leave your own room," I insisted. "I'll just.. finish later.. or whatever."
He held his hand up with a slight shrug. "I mean.. You could just go ahead and finish. It truly wouldn't bother me."
I'm pretty sure I did a double take. I wasn't sure what he had just said. I could just go ahead and finish? Like, I could finish jerking with him in the room? My thoughts were swimming once I'd been caught. I wondered if this would make things weird between us. Would it be awkward. Would Tyler stop changing in the room now. Would he make fun of me. But it never crossed my mind to wonder if he would just let me masturbate with him in the room. I never dreamed of it. (Well, okay. Maybe I HAD DREAMED of it. But never imagined that it would be possible.)
"What, like.. finish-finish?" I asked, putting emphasis on the last two words to make sure we were on the same page.
"Yeah bro. I mean, you gotta bust a load. Don't put it off. Won't bother me."
I checked his face, looking for any sign that he was joking or trying to pull one over on me. But I found nothing but sincerity. It didn't seem like Tyler would try to humiliate me by faking me out. He had enough ammunition to tease me from what's already happened. He had no need to fuel it any further.
"I..." I started, but he interrupted me.
"To be honest," Tyler began, "I wouldn't mind busting a load myself, now that I have some time." He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it into the hamper. "Do you mind if I join you?"
Are you kidding me right now? I mean, are you serious? Was this actually happening? Not only did he want to let me finish jerking off with him still here, but now he ALSO wanted to jerk off? And then he wanted to ask if I would mind? What cosmic joke was someone trying to pull? I felt like I was deep in a fever dream of my deepest wishes. He stopped undressing after his shirt, waiting for my answer. As if I dream of saying anything other than `yes please join me!'
"Uh..." I stammered, "No not at all. I mean, it's your room too."
"Cool," was his reply with the same smirk that I'd seen several times since he'd returned.
He stood up off the bed and undid his belt and then reached for the buttons at his waist.
"But.." I held the word out, getting his attention again. His smirk faltered just a fraction as he looked up at me. "We might want to make sure the door is locked."
As I said it, I nodded toward the door. His head whipped around to the door, the lock still not turned.
He laughed. "Haha, don't worry buddy. I got it."
Before he took a step, he pantsed himself, standing in front of me stark naked for the second time today. Then with his cock free, he waltzed over to the door, twisted the lock, turned to look at me, tilting his head to show that he had done as he was told, and then made his way back to his bed. As he walked, I couldn't help but notice, his cock was plump. Not completely soft like earlier when he had changed. Something had gotten him stirred up a bit downstairs. And I loved it.
Tyler had no more laid on his bed before his hand was on his cock, tugging to make himself even harder. Now usually, when I'm jerking off I do one of two things. I'm either using my mental spank bank, basically thinking back on things I've seen that really turn me on. Ya know, hot guys, my favorite celebrities, and..well, Tyler. And if I'm not doing that, I'm looking up porn on my phone. So I wondered how we'd handle this new situation. I mean, this was all new territory to me! I wondered what Tyler did when he normally jerked off. Does he also look at porn? What kind of porn? Does he also have a spank bank? I wonder what's in there. Was he going to pull up porn now? I had no idea.
I was pretty sure it would be awkward. I mean, I had no idea how to go about this. Do we just ignore each other and pretend like we're alone? Where do I finish? Do I close my eyes? Do I just stare down at my cock the whole time? I don't want him to catch me looking at him, even though I definitely want to. I want to see how he's taking care of himself. I want to see how he strokes. I want to remember it for the future when I need new spank bank material. As I'm running through every possible scenario in my head, wondering what the proper etiquette is, he starts talking to me.
"So, what were you doing earlier?" Tyler asked.
I turned my head toward Tyler. Sure enough he's talking to me but hasn't stopped playing with himself, his hand still working on his member.
"Uh, what do you mean?" I asked, straining my eyes not to wander to see what his hand was doing.
"Like, were you watching some porn? Or.." he said.
I couldn't control my eyes. As hard as I tried, they wouldn't obey. He was literally laying on his back, naked as the day he was born, fine as hell, cock growing hard in his moving hand with one arm behind his head as it was turned toward me waiting for my reply as if this was the most normal thing in the world. And let me tell you - it wasn't. This wasn't normal. Well, at least not to me. Maybe it was for him? Maybe he's done this before? But with who?
"No, no. I wasn't."
Why did I sound defensive? Watching porn was common for guys, especially at our age. I don't want him to think I'm a prude or something. He began to say something, but I interrupted.
"Oh, well --" he started.
"But I mean.. I do! I mean, sometimes I do!" Now I was almost shouting. What the hell was wrong with me?? "Ya know, occasionally I do when jerking." I could feel myself getting embarrassed once again.
I could tell he was trying to keep from laughing as his small smirk crept back on his face, but then his face fell flat.
"Oh wow. That's super weird. I never do that," he said, matter of fact.
Fuck. I tried to save my ass.
"I mean... I don't like, look at it all the time or anything. Not even a lot, to be honest. Like it's not a weird amount or anythi..."
"Bro.." he interrupted. "I'm fucking with you. I watch porn. Just like every other college guy on this campus."
I stared at him for 3 seconds before laughing and he joined in.
"Fuck dude. You had me thinking I was some weird sicko or something. Geez.."
"You find me a guy in his late teens or early twenties that doesn't look up some porn to pump it to, and I'll go a month without wanking."
"You're gonna regret this bet when I find some guy in one of my classes tomorrow who doesn't and you have to stop," I joked.
"I'm convinced you couldn't find anyone, so I'd be fine making that bet!" he laughed.
"Okay, deal! I'd shake your hand to seal the deal, but it seems busy at the moment," I said.
This was my first attempt at joking about our current situation. He would either laugh and/or joke back, OR it's going to make it awkward. I had already thrown it out there. Now to see how it responds. Please don't let me have fucked it up.
He looked down at his moving hand which was now gripping his fully hard cock. When had this happened? I hadn't noticed that it had gone from chubbed to rock hard. It must have happened while we were talking. My hand had also continued to stroke my cock, and surprisingly (or maybe not so surprisingly) my cock was also hard. I thought the fact that Tyler was here might make it difficult for me to maintain my erection, but that didn't prove to be the case. Almost the opposite in fact.
"Yeah, you're probably gonna want to wait to shake my hand until I'm done and washed my hands," he said with a smile.
Yesss. He joked! I hadn't ruined it.
"Yeah, I think I'll wait," I replied.
"Well, you probably won't have to wait long. I'm already getting kinda close," he admitted, looking down at his cock.
"Oh," was all I could get out.
My mind was still reeling, running a mile a minute, trying to foresee how this was going to resolve.
"I'm a little surprised you haven't busted already, considering you got a head start," he said.
I fumbled, trying to figure out how to respond, and quickly came up with, "Oh, I'm close too!" which wasn't a lie. The fact that my hot roommate was stroking his dick in his bed just across the room, acting like it was no big deal, had got me going like I couldn't believe. I hadn't been this horny in a long time. But there was no way I was going to finish first. I didn't want to be first. I wanted to follow his lead, rather than lead the way.
"Oh yeah?" He asked.
"Yeah, man."
"Wanna race? See who can finish first?" He asked, almost like taunting me to see who could run a lap around the track the quickest.
"Uh, sure. Haha. Are there rules?" I asked with a chuckle, so as not to seem too excited.
"Just stroke your cock as fast as you can. First to cum wins. Extra points to whoever has a bigger load," he said quickly, almost as if he had known these rules beforehand.
"You're on," I said, feeling my body begin to tighten as it always does when I've decided to let myself finish.
Without hesitation, Tyler yelled, "Go!"
His hand began to pump furiously, faster than he had yet, clearly set on winning this `match'. I began to pump quicker too, but still holding off. I was going to let him win. I wanted to know if he was going to finish on himself, shooting on his stomach, or if he'd grab a shirt off the floor, or however he chose to finish so I could do the same.
I pumped and pumped, moving my fist from base to tip, again and again and again, feeling muscles tighten all over my body. I slowed at times to hold back my rising load. I knew deep down and by the feeling in my taint that I could totally beat him. I could've beaten him for a while now. My cock was engorged, filled with lust for the cock that was not but 5 feet away from me.
I couldn't help but look over at him watching his right hand pounding on his own cock. Face focused on his crotch. His thigh muscles taut, his toes extended, his left hand cupping his balls. He let out a soft grunt. Shit, he was getting close. I quickened my hand slightly. He grunted again. I let out a slight moan, feeling the load rising from deep down in my balls.
"Oh shit, shit.. I'm gonna fucking beat youuu..." he said through gritted teeth.
If I hadn't already been watching him, I definitely would have turned my head to watch his body go rigid as he pumped two heavy, hard times, and then as he hand stroked the third time, stopping at the base, he grunted forcefully and he shot his load. It was a thick load, landing just under his right pec. And that was all it took for me. Seeing him explode made me lose all self control as I couldn't contain it any longer. I shot so hard, arching my hips up as I released. The muscles in my taint pushing my semen out at a forceful speed. My eyes never left Tyler though. I watched the rest of his load cover his abs as I felt my own load hit my neck, then my chest, then continue down my stomach until it dripped down the base of my cock, the warmth overtaking me.
His load was thick, just as each rope was as it hit his body. I finally took my eyes off of my roommate to survey my own mess. I was covered. I knew I was horny. I always was. And it had only been heightened since beginning to room with Tyler. And him stroking off with me just now sent my horniness to new levels.
I began to try to catch my breath, just now realizing that I had been holding it while watching him unload and then follow his lead. I kept looking down at myself. My cock was a little red from the fury of stroking. The intensity showing as it tended to do. I felt my load start to trail down my body, gravity taking it to lower positions.
"Well fuck," Tyler mumbled, finally speaking to break the silence.
I looked over at him, assuming his sentiment was due to the orgasm he just experienced. But instead, he was looking over at me.
"I may have beat you by a split second, but you definitely get the extra points for the bigger load!" he said, amused.
"Yeah man, shit. It felt fucking fantastic," I replied, making a point of looking back down at my body and then at his. "Not a bad load yourself though."
"Eh. It's usually more than this," he explained, almost as if disappointed. "I think I rushed it a bit. But fuck, I was horny."
"I get it dude."
We laid there for just a second, both of us still catching our breath. I was still sneaking glimpses of Tyler, his cum slick body shining in the fluorescent light, his cock beginning to fall heartbeat by heartbeat. He then slung his legs over to the side of the bed.
"Now let's just see if I can make it to the other side of the room without making a mess," he said, slowly standing and leaning back as he began to take steps across the room as to slow the drip of semen.
He got to the bathroom door and opened it, reached up and grabbed a towel that was hanging on the hook inside. It was Tyler's towel from his last shower. I watched him grab the end of the towel, cleaning his dick, then holding the end tight against his body just above the base of his cock and slide it up, collecting the lines and pools of semen. It took a few wipes to get everything wiped up. I laid there taking it all in, my hand still holding my softening cock, my own cum still finding channels to run down.
"You need a towel too?" Tyler asked.
"Uh, yeah if you don't mind," I replied, not trusting myself to stand to grab my own without my load splattering along the floor.
"Nah, I don't mind," he replied, and tossed his used towel over to me.
Shit. I figured he would grab another from the hook. But he threw me the one he just got done using. I could feel that it was damp, both from his shower earlier in the day, but with darker wet spots from the cum he just wiped from his own stomach and cock. If I hadn't just blown my load, this would've done me in for sure. Despite that fact, my cock twitched as I used what was now his used cum rag, to wipe my own body, collecting the semen and drying myself the best I could. Tyler began to pull on the clothes that he had recently shucked to the floor. Once I was appropriately dry, I stood with the towel in my hand and let out a soft 'uhh', not really knowing what to do with it now.
"Oh, here ya go," he said, walking over and grabbing the towel from my hand, walking over to the bathroom door and replacing it on the hook. "Now get dressed so we can go grab that burger. I'm starving now."
Tyler finished dressing, and I followed suit, replacing my own clothes. Then we left our dorm headed downtown to get burgers, feeling the dried cum on our bodies every step of the way.