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.
He was quiet for a moment, and my cock burned with desire, I also guarded myself for his eventual response. As much as I was attracted to him, I’d never made my interest known, not even a friendly offer to take care of him sometime when it was clear he had a severe case of morning wood. And he was comfortable around me, but this was different. He’d caught me literally salivating over his basically naked dick. So now here we were, obvious that I’d been staring at his naked junk, and he was processing the situation.
I wanted desperately for him to be okay with it, to play along, maybe even join in. My mind and heart raced. Hopeful.
I didn’t know it at that time, but was Greg was thinking the same thing. He was having his bisexual awakening. And the processing he was going through was the realization that he was getting off on the idea of a man getting him off.
The processing didn’t take long.
“You like what you see,” he asked me. Direct. Not in the least bit accusative. Curious. A hint of friendly teasing. He dropped his gaze back down to his boxers and flicked them back up, our eyes met. He wasn’t mad or disgusted, nothing negative, just intrigued.
Feeling some relief, and an overwhelming sense of desire, my flood gates opening, any last resistance swept away. My juices soaked into my trunks and my dick swelled. My gaze dropped back to his crotch, taking in the view without the need to hide my interest.
I couldn’t speak to respond to him; my longing, lustful look at his junk delivered the message clearly enough.
“Shit dude,” Greg exclaimed, half laughing. “All this time I should have been pointing myself out to you on the quad and gym!”
We laughed, my eyes flickering between his elated face and his junk.
He wiggled his butt on the couch, the boxers bunching more at the side and shimmying over his meat, his dick nearly bursting free as the hem of the leg slid back, just clinging to the top of his dick shaft.
HOLY FUCK my mind cried out. My straight roommate’s dick was now literally half naked and he was all but telling me directly to stare at it.
“Think you can manage the redo round,” Greg asked, leaving his dick exposed.
“Ya, uuh, yeah,” I stammered, stopping myself from licking my lips as I stared at his still coiled snake.
The round we’d lost restarted.
With all my will power, I focused. Greg and I cheered and gave directions, working in tandem to beat the round. The round zipped by in a blur, but I’d played it.
“Fuck yeah,” we cheered, butting our shoulders together.
His dick flopped, the boxers barely holding onto his flesh. In our celebration, I took in the view with gusto.
Greg paused the game.
Our eyes met.
“Next round is the individuals,” he said. “Why don’t I play each of our individuals and you play with whatever you’d like?”
I nearly came.
I did freeze, my brain crashing from the possibility that the roommate I thought was straight just offered me his cock and balls to play with.
“What do you say bro,” Greg asked, nonchalant. He was rubbing his game controller along the top of his shaft and tilted his head downward, directing my attention there. His cock firmed up but remained coiled. “Go ahead, play all you want,” he reassured, leading me on.
He let his right leg droop away, pulling the boxers wide open, the hem of the leg finally pulling free of his dick. Unbound, the snake struck. It uncoiled and immediately grew to full size. 8inches. Same size as me. Only he didn’t grow much, only an inch. He was a shower, not a grower like me.
8inches. Hard flesh. Sharply ridged helmet like mine. Straight as an arrow. Resting back on his boxers and naked abdomen.
His balls had fallen back into the cave of his boxers, obscured from view. It was all cock. Hard, twitching, supposedly straight roommate cock.
“Let’s play,” Greg said with a wink, unpausing the game and starting his individual round. He was player one since I’d joined in when I got home after he’d started playing.
My controller dropped unconsciously from my hand as I reached out, touching my fingertips to his dick.
It twitched and he gave a soft moan, mashing the keys of his controller.
My own cock pulsed.
Fuck it, I thought, kicking any remaining hesitation from my mind and wrapping my hand firmly around his cock.
He moaned.
I stroked him, feeling the outer layer of silky soft skin and the rigid, blood-filled meat underneath.
Resting my other arm on the couch, propping my torso up, I brought my face down to his dick and as I stroked him, I licked his head.
“Fuck,” Greg moaned, his body shuddering. The sounds of the game rang in the background, muffled; but the sounds of his moans were distinct in my ears.
My lips formed a tight suction over his helmet and kissed downward until his glans and the top of his shaft were inside my mouth. My tongue swirling the sensitive flesh, slicking it and making Greg moan louder.
As the individual round of the game progressed, so did my attentions to his cock. I released his head, licked up and down the shaft, spat on the head, and bobbed rapidly up and down 5inches of his meat.
My hand explored into the boxer’s cave, finding the hidden testicles treasure and rolled them around in my fingers.
I moaned, feeling the cock I’d longer after in my mouth and testicles in my hand.
“Yeeeeaaassssss,” Greg shouted, excitement at having won the individual round the first time through and pleasure from having my mouth and hand all over his junk.
“Fuck dude,” he sighed, putting a hand gently on my head as I slid down his dick. “Your mouth feels good bro.”
He moaned for a moment, watching me suck his dick.
“I’m just going to play your individual round too,” he then told me. “Looks like you aren’t even close to being done with your game.”
We chuckled.
He leaned over, grabbing my controlled from where I’d dropped it. With the angle, his dick was able to slide easily into my mouth and I capitalized on the moment, deep throating all 8 of his inches.
“FUCKING FUCK,” Greg cried out. The hand with the controller pressed into the side of my neck and his free hand grabbed a fist full of my hair, holding my head down on his dick.
“FFUU-UUU-UUCK,” he groaned, sensations overwhelming him, humping his dick into my throat.
Releasing me, I pulled up for air. My mouth hung open, breathing.
Greg looked at me, his eyes soft but wild.
Magnetic.
I put a hand on the back of his neck and pulled us together, lips meeting, and sparks flew.
He tensed but didn’t pull back. His lips writhed, matching mine, sharing in the kiss.
And the moment broke. I’m not sure why, but it just didn’t last. The electrical charge of a shared moment of sensual passion burst. But the sexual moment had not passed.
As our kiss broke, my body sank right back down to Greg’s throbbing dick, his natural lube leaking from the wide-open dick slit. I downed his dick, tasting his nectar, and moaned with his cock impaled in my face.
He moaned in response.
The video game started and he played my individual round as I sucked his cock.
Going fast, then slow, then even slower. I twisted off the couch, grabbed the waistband of his boxers, and yanked them free. Greg lifted his hips, helping me strip him fully naked.
His big cock flopped around, as did his fat testicles. His dark bush was even thicker and bigger than I thought, but the size of his dick and balls weren’t in the least bit obscured by it. In fact, his dick was totally smooth, all the way to the base. But as I sucked his cock, kneeling between his legs, the mushroom head of his glans sliding into my throat and my nose poking his abdomen, my face getting brushed by the long, thick bush.
“Fuck man,” he moaned. “Fucking suck that dick.” His eyes flicked to me, concerned, maybe that he’d gone too far.
I moaned into his dick, pressing in between the roof of my mouth and my tongue, and sucked him faster in response.
He paused the game, his eyes rolling, a long rumbling groan emitting from his throat. “GGAAAA, fucking suck that cock!”
He watched me for a minute; his dick stuffed in my face.
I pulled up just enough to get a hand around his base and jack him as I sucked the top half. My other hand fondling his balls.
“AAAAhhhh fuck,” he moaned. “Yeeahhh. Fuck. That’s it. NNNaaahhhh. That’s fucking it.”
He unpaused the game, moaning routinely from the sensations of my cock sucking game as he played the video game.
He mashed the controller buttons, hitting all the right ones as he got closer and closer to beating the round.
And I mashed my body into his, my lips, tongue, and hands hitting all the right erogenous buttons as I got closer and closer to my prize.
“FFFUUUUCK,” he moaned, body tensing.
“AAAaaaa, aahhhha fuck,” he continued, abs clenching, chest flushing pinkish.
He mashed the buttons wildly.
I moaned, vibrating his loins, sucking sloppily on his cock.
“GGGGAaaaaaa, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moaned.
“Almost fucking there,” he groaned.
His dick swelled. His body froze. And hot, slimy nectar shot into my mouth. His dick jolted, shooting another round. Five more rounds of cum shot into my mouth, Greg moaning his head off in the background.
I could see his bush, his abs, his flushed chest, and the orgasmic glow on his face as he looked down at me swallowing his load. I could also still see the imprint of his flaccid coiled dick burned into my vision.
I yanked my trunks down and hammered my cock, blasting an intense load into the side of the couch.
As Greg’s ejaculations stopped, I licked and sucked his dick clean before pulling off it. It flopped to the side, shirking slowly back to its still substantial size of 7inches flaccid.
“Fuck dude,” Greg sighed, in awe of me.
A moment of electric passion returned and this time his hand behind my neck brought our lips together. Just for a moment, and it passed.
He slumped into the back of the couch, controller in hand, resting in his bush.
“I won the level for you,” he smirked, dazed in the afterglow of a good orgasm.
“Me too,” I grinned, winking, licking his soft dick.
“Fuck dude,” he smiled, laughing, pouching my shoulder.
He haphazardly slipped his boxers back on, his deflating but still substantial dick sticking out on the legs, and handed me my controller He picked his up and grinned at me, “Next round?”
“Damn right bro,” I responded, and we continued our video game as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
But it had, and with his dick still on display, my roommate aware that I continued gazing longingly at it, I knew this would not be the last time I enjoyed him.
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