Finally Seeing His Snake
I got home late from an evening lecture in college. I was sharing a dorm room with a stud of a young man, a twunk, who often sat around our cozy shared room in just boxers or trunks. He was muscled with some bulk, little body hair except a treasure trail from his navel traveling to disappear into his underwear, messy brown hair on his head, and a sizable junk that swung and bulged his underwear every time I saw him. But after a few months of rooming together, I’d yet to see the real deal. Not even in the gym locker room. That is, until this fated night.
We had bunkbeds in our room. I slept on the top, Greg on the bottom. With our beds stacked, there was enough space for a couch and video game set-up. We played nearly nightly as stress relief and bonding.
Arriving home, Greg was on the couch, legs spread, wearing only a pair of boxers, animated as he played the game.
“Yeah bro,” he called, not taking his eyes off the game. “Get over here.”
“Just give me a minute dude,” I said, dropping my stuff, kicking my shoes off, and tossing my shorts on my bed.
I wore a pair of black trunks that shaped to my sizable junk and butt. I wasn’t as muscled back then as I am today, but I was safely in twunk territory. Greg was a bit more ripped and bulkier in the torso than me, but I took the cake, in, well, the cake.
Greg made some space for me on the couch, drawing a leg in, folded on the cushion and arranging his other foot flat on the cushion with the knee sticking up. All his movement and lack of attention to his boxers saw them slide up his legs, creating a dark, open space at his groin.
I flopped down on the left side of the couch next to my roommate, swooping my eyes across his body. I’d jacked off to images of him in my mind several times, but we’d never done anything together. As far as I knew, he was straight. He talked about girls, introduced me to a few he’d dated. We talked about jacking off a few times, guys are guys after all. We’d never talk about my sexuality directly, but he would point out a guy in the quad without a shirt on or a guy in a tank top or changing at the gym occasionally, so I assumed he knew I was gay. And since he continued to lounge about our room in only his skivvies, showing his junk, I assumed he was also perfectly comfortable with a gay roommate.
“Here dude,” he said, leaning over the couch, grabbing the second controller, his boxers scrunching further up his legs. His entire thighs, with some muscles and sparse hairs, were now naked, the boxer material bunched up on the outside of his thigh. On the groin side, the boxers were open, curving outward like the entrance of a cave, inviting explorers inside the mysterious darkness looking for treasure.
Shit, I thought, prying my eyes away. I took the controller and tried to focus on the game, but my loins tingled and my heart fluttered. How badly I wanted to see the large dick that had been bouncing around the room the last few months. Always covered in just a thin piece of fabric. Always hidden from view. Fuck.
“Yo bro,” Greg exclaimed, excited, his whole body getting into it, “Nice shot!”
I elbowed him, nodding my head, my eyes locking onto his crotch, and I nearly fainted.
With his excited movements his dick had shaken the boxers and flopped about. It was now coiled like a snake along the curved leg of his boxer briefs. The whole thing. Greg’s entire dick, just resting there, naked to my line of vision.
Blank.
My brain went numb.
I stared.
I don’t know for how long. An eternity? A second. It was anyone’s guess. But I was frozen, staring at a massive, flaccid penis. My hetero roommate’s. I’d longed to see it since he first stripped down on our first day rooming together and now here it was. Without warning.
I’d fucked around with and seen plenty of flaccid and erect dicks by this point in my life. But it was the first time that I’d encountered one like this. Haphazardly, on an unsuspecting friend. And holy shit, he was packing. When I say he was coiled like the snake, that’s exactly what it looked like.
My eyes traced his flaccid meat from near the base, which was just barely obscured by the boxers, following it press outward into the boxer material, then as it curved downward, and then back on itself, until the cut, helmeted glans tucked back under the base.
Flaccid. How the hell is this thing flaccid, I thought, my heart racing, pumping blood into my groin.
“Next round dude,” Greg called out, eyed fixed on the TV screen, the game’s transition sequence ending and the subsequent round automatically starting. Greg seemed to be wholly unaware that I was mesmerized by his penis, or that it was even on display for me.
Blinking, shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I refocused on the game.
But I couldn’t truly refocus. Despite my best efforts, my eyes routinely slipped back to observe the longest flaccid dick I’d seen at that point in my life. Right there next to me. Exposed. Attached to my hot, hetero roommate.
I had to shift on the couch to mask my growing erection. My black colored trunks helped, but as I grew to my full 8inches, my cock throbbing in reaction to the magnificence sitting next to me, no color was going to hide all that.
Fuck, I thought, ripping my eyes away, getting back into the game.
It was Greg’s turn to have a killer shot that ended the round with a win for us.
“Sweet move dude,” I cheered him on, joshing him with my elbow.
His body rocked and he did a little celebratory dance on the couch, his boxers and impressive junk, flopping about. When he settled, his dick was now fully exposed to my vision, some long, dark pubes from his bush and the base of his dick joining the revelation. It was still coiled, but now seemed poised, ready, waiting to strike. I can’t put my finger on what had changed about the way it rested, but while before it seemed to be hibernating, now it seemed primed and ready for action.
Maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part, or maybe something intangible had shifted. Had made this mysterious and now magnificent penis primed for action.
My dick ached. I closed my eyes and could still see nothing but my straight roommate’s cock. It filled my mind’s eye, consumed all thought.
With a punch to my shoulder, Greg inadvertently brought me out of my reverie, “Too early bro, wake it up. Next round!”
Staring at the TV screen, all I could see was cock. Straight. Coiled. Roommate. Cock.
The sounds of the game rang in the dorm room, and the colors and images flashed on the screen, but I saw nothing but his cock.
Keeping my head facing forward, my gaze peaked to the side.
Fuck, I screamed in my head and pried my eyes away. Fuck, I want that thing!
My hands trembled. I mashed the buttons on the controlled using rote memory to stay in the game, just going through the motions of playing, trying to pretend my brain was occupied by something other than the dick next to me. But my eyes kept drifting back to Greg’s groin and his dick display consuming me.
“Dude,” Greg said. “You good? We just got creamed.” The sounds of losing a round broadcast from the TV.
I shook my head, pulling myself from his dick induced daze.
“Shit, sorry man,” I said. “Just feeling the late lecture I guess.”
He nodded his head in understanding. “Redo. Get ready bro.”
The round restarted.
Peering through the imprint of his dick burned into my vision, I could fuzzily see the game and managed to play the round. But I didn’t manage to keep my eyes off his junk. Every so often, of their own accord, my eyes drifted away from the screen to take a gander at Greg’s goods. And each time I had to snap myself back to the game.
“There it is bro,” Greg cried out, his body and dick bouncing on the couch. We won the round on the second try.
We fist-bumped and the next round started immediately. I was battling both a more difficult level and my ragging desire to stare at Greg’s dick. It was still there, at the periphery of my vision, naked to my eyes, and his balls – or at least the left one – had joined the display; likely the last round of celebration had knocked it into view. It too is above average in size, but unlike the hairy bush I had a partial view of, his sac was smooth.
I felt my juices begin to flow, inching through the piping inside my erection, about to soak into my trunks.
As we continued to play the game, I continued taking sneaky glances at my straight roommate’s junk. Glances I couldn’t stop taking if my life depended on it. I was transfixed and my brain and body demanded I enjoy as much of this rare view as I could.
The TV replayed the losing sound. Apparently, I took too much of the view.
“Dude,” Greg said. “Get your brain in the game man.”
Without really knowing what was happening with the game, I knew we’d lost again because of me, because of the battle for my attention that I was losing to Greg’s groin.
Greg turned to me. I flicked my eyes away from my attentions to his dick and ball, but I was caught.
“Oh shit,” Greg breathed, glancing down at his boxers, realizing what had happened, “Oh shit!” But he made no move to cover himself up.
This is the first half of part 1.
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