My briefs were down around my knees. I kicked them off and turned on my side, facing him. My six hard uncut inches were pointed toward his bed. I had tanned well during the summer but the areas protected by swim trunks and shorts now glowed white.
I've always had an exhibitionist streak, but it really took off my first year in the college dorms. I shared the cramped space with another guy, but luckily he was gone a lot. He was straight, with a girlfriend who had an insatiable appetite for fucking.
All my restraint and will power went out the window as I watched him insert another finger, I quickly stripped all my clothing off and grabbed my aching hard on and began jerking myself off as I carried on watching.
I use my imagination again and again the shorts are gone. His cock hangs out, limp and smooth. Dark skin, darker where it wrinkles around his luscious pink head, only a little of it shows from the heavy cape of his hood.
His tee shirt was stuck to his back with sweat, darkened in patches between his shoulder blades. His shorts hung over his arse and, where they too were heavy with sweat, they clung to his cheeks and accentuated their roundness.
Tell me what to do and I'll do it for you. Want to see my packet? Here you go mate, like the bulge? I'm already hard for you, already feel my precum starting to damp the insides of these Speedos.
The changing room is always hot and humid. Steam billows from the shower, guys drip pool water and condensation rises from their bodies. No sooner have I dried part of my body than I am sweating, drying myself again. It gives me a good excuse to sit on the low wooden bench and watch him.