My Straight Roommate

Prior to Zane moving in with me, other than noticing how incredibly good looking he was and figuring under his clothes had a rocking body, I never really had any sexual thoughts about him. Seeing him spend most of his time home wearing nothing but boxers and hearing his jerk off sessions almost every night changed that. I started to think about what his dick looked like hard, how it would feel like to suck it, did it taste good, explore his lean muscular body with my mouth, and to have his perfectly hairy pecs against me as he slowly slid his cock in and out of my wanting hole. I spent a lot of time fantasizing about that while edging my cock that ending up with a huge load erupting all over my chest. 

But, as usual the post orgasmic euphoria dissipated only to me reminding myself Zane was straight. His antenna was always up for pussy. Whenever an opportunity for some came up he took it and with his good looks and charm, there was never a shortage of opportunities. I knew that he needed and used sex and sexual conquests for self validation and I often wished I could somehow use that to my advantage.

After he had been staying with me for almost a year, there was a little part of me that started to wonder if there was a little…flexibility in his sexual orientation. There were a handful of little things, minor behaviors that at the time they happened left me with the fleeting thought of that was weird or I wonder that that was all about?

The first thing, as I mentioned before, was walking around without clothes on. He spent a lot of time in he underwear. I just assumed that since his body was pretty much perfection, he was comfortable with his body image or maybe he’d grown up that way and thought it was normal. Maybe I was just super modest and reserved and just couldn’t relate. When he did have something on, it was usually basketball shorts without any underwear. How did I know he wasn’t wearing underwear? Well, because they were loose fitting and the bulge form his cock and how it literally flopped around when he walked was hard not to notice. What as even harder to not notice was the out line of his mushroom head though the fabric.

Second, I stared to notice a pattern whenever his friend Tom had been over. Tom was a buddy of Zane’s closer to his age. They are both big into sports so when they are together they’d play sports, talk about sports, or talk about playing sports. One evening after Tom left, Zane immediately went into his room. That in and of itself wasn’t unusual, he spent most of his time in there. I was in my room reading and a minute later I heard the porn and the cap if the lotion bottle snap back on. Again, set by itself, not unusual. He was always watching porn and jerking off. What was unusual was that it was early in the evening, I was still up. Most of the time he waited until he thought I was asleep, and after thinking about it, he disappeared into his room and cranked up the porn after every time he spend time with Tom. I wasn't usually involved in their conversations or activities so maybe the bro time or the sports caused a testosterone spike, I don’t know but something got turned up every time he spent time with Tom. 

Next, I started notice when he showered in the evening he walked from the bathroom to his bedroom across the hall without a towel wrapped around him. The first time it happened I was on the couch watching tv and saw him in my periphery and remember thinking; did I just see him walk across the hall naked? The next time I listened for the door and without turning my head, watched as he came out of the bathroom totally naked and walked into his room. I didn’t get a great look at his dick it was a matter of seconds, but it was long enough to see it was an amazing work of nature. It made me want it in my mouth all the more. Now, I realize that guys shower in front of each other at the gym or maybe a bunch of friends change in front of each other at a cabin or while camping or something and it doesn’t mean anything and I agree. But this was a small behavior, from my perspective anyway, that lacked that context and eventually made me wonder. 

Then there was the time after he came home from work one day, I was walking by his door and he called me in. I can’t remember exactly what we were talking about but I was in his doorway having a conversation about something. I remember telling him “hold on, I’ll be right back” as I went around the corner to grab something pertinent to the conversation we're having. As I came back, reading out loud off of what I had grabbed, I looked up and he had stripped off his slacks and underwear and with his back to me was putting on a pair of basketball shorts. I had a nice look at his perfect bubble ass. My first thought was that I wanted to bite it. My second thought was, he knew I was coming right back.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said kind of looking away. 

“It’s OK,” he replied, “don’t worry about it.” 

From that day, on he rarely shut his door when he was changing.

All of those things happening could very well meant nothing other than what they were. As I mentioned, I could have been projecting my own modesty onto the situation and all off that could be something two friends of the same sex living together as roommates do. I only had one other male roommate when I was in college. After that I’ve only ever lived by myself, with a woman, or at one item for another, one of the kids so I didn’t have a lot of frame of reference. I think maybe that’s why at first I didn’t put all the pieces together at first.

All that changed one day when something so random and bizarre happened it stared the wheels to turn. It was Zane’s night with his son. I had made dinner and after we ate Zane stared getting Logan ready for bed. I heard him start the shower so I cleaned up dinner and then remembered I need to change the gasket on the washing machine. The stackable washer/dryer was right next to the bathroom door. I was sitting on the floor in front of the washer when Zane carried Logan into the bathroom for their shower. I was zoning out, putting the new gasket on, not paying a lot of attention to the two of them in the bathroom. After some time, the door opened and I heard Zane tell Logan to go into their room and he’ll be right there to get him ready for bed. A few seconds later, I’m still sitting on the floor finishing up with the washer and Zane steps out of the bathroom totally naked holding a towel with his thumb and two fingers loosely in front of his crotch and asks me; “Did you make something green for dinner?” 

I looked up at him confused and said, “Huh?” 

“I thought I saw you make something green and was thinking we missed part of dinner," he said. 

Still confused and wondering why the hell he’s asking me this while he’s standing in front of me naked I just said, “Well, yeah. I made asparagus. For me. I know you and Logan don’t like it so I just made enough for me.”

“Oh, okay. I just want to make sure we didn’t miss a part of dinner,” he said then went back into the bathroom. I finished up with the washer and thought to myself what just happened? was that some sort of test? did he really stop drying off and come out naked to ask about asparagus? did he come up with that knowing his barley covered cock would be at my eye level? was he looking for a reaction? 

Then the clincher. Late one evening I was on the living room couch reading and he came out of his room to talk. Not about anything in particular that I remember, just started talking. He of course was in only his boxers. After a few seconds, I noticed (without directly looking) that the head of his cock was sticking out the fly of his boxers. He stood there and had a twenty minute conversation with me with the head of his dick peeking out and he didn’t make any attempt to adjust himself. At first I thought maybe he didn’t know. But how could he not?! I used to wear boxers. I knew when the head of my dick was hanging out the fly. That’s one of the reasons I switched to boxer-briefs. I had been maintaining eye contact (with every fiber of my being) the whole time so maybe he thought I didn’t see it and possibly didn’t adjust for fear of brining my attention to it. I’d seen him adjust himself in basketball shorts all the time so I don’t know why now it would be an issue. I think he knew his cock was out and I have a feeling he arranged it that way before he came out of his room to talk to me. Finally at one point I broke eye contact and glanced out the window or something and saw out of the corner of my eye he did put it back and as soon as he did, he told me good night and went into his room. 

That was the tipping point. It was then that I figured out he had possibly discovered or was contemplating another possible resource for a sexual outlet or release, or at the very least there was a bit of latent curiosity bubbling to the surface. Since he was hyper sexual and needed validation I started to think that if the stars and planets were aligned just right, maybe. The thing I did know for sure was that I was never going to be the one to bring it up or initiate it. If it was ever going to happen, it would have to be his idea and he would have to make the first move. Then a couple if weeks later, he did.