The Best Roommate Ever: The Prologue (Gary)
Good morning world and morning-wood. My eyes are dry again. I don't know why I choose to leave my contacts in when I sleep, but I'm just too lazy to take them out some nights. I figure that I should get out of the bed since the sun is aggravating my lens-covered cornea.
I wonder, "Should I rub my eyes or rub one out? I'll just rub my eyes a bit for now. Once I piss, I'm sure my hardon will subside anyway. I hate peeing with my dick hard. I'll just stand a few feet from the toilet and let the stream arch into the bowl". After a few moments of awkward aiming and approximately shooting my pee, my erection goes away.
Kelly and Brian must have left early this morning. At first, I thought that her letting Brain move in with us was a bad idea, but I really enjoy having him around. Plus, Brian is so fucking hot. I think he's mixed with Puerto Rican or Brazilian maybe. His skin is a bronze color and he has the body of a god!
Kelly is lucky. One night, Brian was in the kitchen grabbing something to drink with nothing but boxers on. I could smell the sex on him and his skin was glistening. His prominent pecs with those perfectly round and ever-hard nipples looked so delicious that it made my mouth water. He was breathing somewhat heavily expanding and contracting his killer six-pack which showed off some sort of athletic activity. His are the kind of abs that you see in fitness magazines. Each abdominal muscle was large and almost rectangular and the group took up most of Brian's perfect torso. He also has those V' shaped muscular lines that lead down into his crotch. Beneath Brian's belly-button is a clearly manicured happy-trail' of hair that leads to his large wad of a package. It is a package that I've studied well when neither Kelly nor he was looking. Even through cargo shorts, you can see that bulge. I love the days I get to see him in basketball shorts or sweatpants. This night, I got a peek of his long, thick dick through the front-slit in his boxers and I think I even saw a little bit of leftover cum on the front of them. I had to grab a box of cereal and take it to my room with me to cover up my completely swollen cock.
I get jealous that Kelly gets to be fucked by Brian. I want him to be mine; and I try to catch his attention. I know he stares at me when I walk around the apartment. I always make the effort to be in noting but underwear or some tight shorts when I know he will be around. I see how he looks at me. I think I've even seen him staring at my dick a few times.
Brian comes in my room to look at my CD's and DVD's when I'm not home some days. I'm pretty sure he uses my computer sometimes too. I hope I never leave anything embarrassing up on there. I don't mind him coming into my room when I'm not there, but I think he goes through my underwear draw. I'm very particular about folding my clothes a certain way (I used to work in retail). So, I can clearly tell if something is folder incorrectly. On more than one account, I found a few pair of my briefs folded wrong. One pair in particular smelled like Brian's cologne. It'd be cute if he borrowed a pair or something; maybe he gets off to them. Yeah, right. A guy can fantasize though.
There have been many times that I have fucked myself with my dildo thinking it was Brian's big dick. After Brian moved in, I bought a fake dick that was thick and long; the way I pictured his cock. One day, Brian was in the living room hanging out with a few of his friends and I could hear them talking from my room. I liked hearing his voice and it actually made me horny. I pulled out my dildo and lubed it up. I put the suctioned end on my nightstand, pulled off my underwear and slowly mounted my thick, 9 inch `Brian-wanna-be' dick. Brian and his friends were talking about football scores from the past weekend and I imagined that he was fucking me in front of them in a college locker room.
Their debate over teams and games turned into dirty dialog in my head.
"Two more touchdowns", turned into, "Fuck him harder", in my fantasy. "Five more yards", became, "Take it all"! I could smell the stench of a locker room after a hard-fought game. I heard the lockers slam and the showers running. I heard the voices of boys clanging on tile as a stiff rod glided in and out of my tight ass. What was hotter was the fact that Brian and his friends had no clue that only my bedroom door and a few carpeted feet separated them from me riding my dildo. If only the boys would have opened my door and made my day-dreaming come true. I dreamt that I could see Brian's friends stroking their hard dicks while watching him pound me. I saw them all shooting their hot cum all over my body.
I was in heaven listening to hot straight guys and riding a hard cock. I had not even touched my dick yet when Brian yelled out jokingly to one of his friends, "Take that bitch!", and my cock exploded with gobs of sperm. Nothing or no one had ever turned me on enough to make me cum without jacking off before then; before Brian.
It's too bad Brian isn't here this morning. Oh well, shower time. I remove my t-shirt and briefs and toss them on the bathroom floor. I figure, since I'm home alone, perhaps I should just beat off when I get out of the shower.