My Straight Roommate

My buddy Zane needed a place to stay after he and his wife finally decided to split up. Despite the fact the townhouse they lived in was his, he felt it would be better for their three year old son if I she stayed in the house, so he ended up moving into my second bedroom. I just had two rules; no bringing women back to the apartment and clean up after himself. The former wasn’t meant to be a cock block, but I knew this guy, he was a man whore. He was extremely good looking, tall, the right combination of muscular and lean, and between his smile and his charm he could sell rubbers to a priest. I told him no women because I could see a revolving door of God knows what in and out of my apartment and just didn’t want to deal with that. It would be different if he had a steady girlfriend, that I could deal with, but knew a steady girlfriend wasn’t even on his radar. 

It didn’t take long for me to realize not only was I helping out a friend by letting him move in, but there was an added bonus for me. This dude loved to walk around in just his boxers, or at the very least without a shirt on. He worked out regularly and was in fantastic shape. His six pack abs, nice firm pecs that were covered with light brown hair, and the nicest bubbled ass I have ever seen made me jealous of all those women he had hooked up with. I was constantly wishing I could see him naked and picturing him that way was in the forefront of my mind during late night jerk off sessions. I had to be careful about staring though, I was (and still am) totally down low about the fact I like cock from time to time. I had been married and had three kids so as far as he knew, I was straight. 

A few months after he moved in, I came home from work and he was in the shower. The way the apartment was set up, there were two doors the bathroom, the main one from the hallway and another one that connected my bedroom and the bathroom. That door was next to the shower. As I was changing my clothes, I heard him cry out “HA, HA, HA”. My first thought was “I wonder what’s so funny?” but then quickly realized…he wasn’t laughing. He had just busted a nut in the shower. The thought of his wet, naked body with a hard on right on the other side of the door from me made me instantly hard. I was savoring that picture in my minds eye when I heard the shower turn off. I quickly finished changing and then ran into the kitchen. I didn’t want him to know I heard him cum.

After hearing that, I started wonder if he jerked off every time he showered, I did when I was in my twenties. So if I was home when he got into the shower, I would give him a few minutes to get himself worked up then I would go into my room and put my ear to the door and listen. PAY DIRT! Almost every time, I would hear the unmistakable sound of a wet cock being stroked and then after a few minutes I would hear the grunting and moaning off a hot guy having an orgasm. 

About a week after that first time I heard him jerk in the shower, I was in bed for the night reading and Zane was in his room watching tv. It wasn’t super loud but since I had to keep the door to my room open all the time because that was the only place in the apartment I could keep the cat box, I could hear his tv. The doors were really thin. After some time I turned off the lamp to go to sleep. After a bit, as I was falling asleep, I heard Zane shut off the tv. A few minutes later, I heard something that pulled me out of my descent into sleep. I listened closer and I heard the unmistakable noises of porn coming from Zane’s room. He was watching porn on his iPad. I chuckled to myself at how he had no idea how thin the doors in the apartment were. Without judgement (we’ve all done it) I rolled over and tried to go to sleep. While I was getting comfortable, I heard this noise, like a snap or a click. As I was wondering what it was, I heard it. The squishy noise of a lubed cock being stroked. He was using baby lotion as lube and was jerking off to porn. My hand immediately went to my chubbing cock. 

I listed to him watching porn and masturbating for a few minutes then I couldn’t resist. I had to hear him cum again but didn’t think he’d cry out like he did last time when he assumed I wasn’t home. So I quietly got out of bed and walked the five feet over to his door. I just stood there with my cock out listening to him jerk off. I was so turned on but I had to be mindful and try and control my movements and breathing remembering that if I could hear him, if I wasn’t careful, he would hear me. After a few more clicks of the lotion cap in order to keep lubed up, I could tell the pace of his stroking was picking up and in sync with the increased moaning of the women in the vid he was watching. It wasn’t long after that I heard him let out a quite grunt then a long exhale. I closed my eyes picturing his cum erupting out of his cock onto his tight abs.    

After replaying that image in my head a few times it occurred to me I should hurry and get back into bed. I wasn’t sure how long this routine of his had been going on and didn’t want to be standing there if he came out of his room to go to the bathroom and clean up. I waited pretending to sleep but he never came out. 

It turned out, this had become a routine for him. Since then, I paid attention. It seemed that he would watch tv for a while and then on came the porn. I noticed that it was usually fifteen or twenty minuets after I turned off the lamp to go to sleep. He must have been able to see when I turned off the light from space between the door and the floor and figured I was asleep. Little did he know….

This went on almost every night. I knew he was a horny fucker but wow. I even started to hear his “sessions” at random times. Saturday afternoons, after work, and sometimes he didn’t even wait until I was sleeping. I think after a while he may have assumed that since I never said anything about his tv being too loud, I couldn’t hear the lower volume of the iPad porn. 

Listening to Zane jerk off and hearing him cum always made me so horny. When he wasn’t around I would have my own “sessions” and think about what his cock must look like, picture me sucking it, he and I getting naked together, grinding our cocks and bodies together while we made out, and what I would feel like as he slid his tool inside me. 

My orgasms would always bring me back to reality though. Zane was my friend. My straight friend. There was no way any of my masturbatory fantasies were ever going to come true. Zane was 110% straight…or was he?