The Best Roommate Ever Chapter 3: Brian
After that first power-packed encounter with Gary, the World seemed different to me. For a week or so after that account, any physical interaction between Kelly and I paled in comparison. Her pussy was never tight enough, her mouth was never wet enough, her thighs too gentle, her smell too flowery. She wasn't a guy; she wasn't Gary.
Experiencing sex with Gary opened up my senses to the awareness of the appealing traits of guys in general. School was now a new and fascinating place for reasons that I would have never expected. Now, the guy who sits diagonally from me in Psych has become the guy who always wears sweat pants that show his bulge even when he's sitting down. Often, instead of looking at the PowerPoint my professor is lecturing over and taking notes like a good student, I catch myself admiring his impressive package attached to that hot frat-guy frame. Other guys also grabbed my attention at school. For instance, my lab partner in Microbiology has a remarkable set of arms that he likes showing off in his American Eagle t-shirts almost every time we have lab. He's kind of nerdy looking with his glasses and tasseled hair, but that also makes him kind of hot too. I'd love to see those big biceps and triceps flexing while he beats his hard cock. Luckily, our lab-coats conceal those great arms when lab begins and I don't dwell on those thoughts.
I've discovered that basketball shorts are just amazing! I love seeing a guy's cock bouncing from side to side as he walks or the back view when a guy has gym shorts on that are a bit too tight around his ass. It's like a perfect gift wrapped up for my eyes to enjoy. Once, walking through the quad, I could clearly tell that this guy in front of me was free-balling under his gym shorts. I don't know what made him choose to wear white mesh shorts on a bright and sunny day, but I was thoroughly pleased with his choice.
Usually, I go to the YMCA to go work out, but on occasion I like going to the gym on campus to take a class or play racquetball. About two weeks after Gary and I had messed around, I went to go work out at the campus gym. I did a bit of cardio and weightlifting per the usual; enjoying the hot college eye-candy along the way. As I made my way back to my locker in the locker-room, this tall, muscularly ripped guy with dark hair was walking out from behind a partition stark-naked. He's body was flawless in my eyes. He had to be no more than 20, but he had the body of a god. On top of having an outrageous physique, he had a long and plump dick that hung carelessly down out of a noticeably manicured tuft of hair beneath his defined midsection. I had no choice but to stop to get the 360-degree view as he went to weight himself on the scale. Seeing his ass was like seeing a perfectly cooked Porterhouse steak. It was meaty and firm and ready for my teeth to be sunken into it. I turned away my glaze before he could catch me staring; I don't know if it worked or not. I gathered my shower gel and towel from out of my locker and removed my gym clothes in such a way as to hide my fattening dick. The guy had now grabbed a towel and strutted to the showers still fully naked as if covering up would be more offensive to the spectators; well, spectator. Hoping to not reveal my full-on hard-on, I took a deep gulp and made my way to the showers. Rounding the corner, I noticed that the guy took the handicapped-accessible shower stall and had left the curtain a bit opened on one side. Curious to see if I could catch a peak, I take the stall across from his in the adjacent corner.
As I turn to close my curtain behind me, I see him sitting down on the bench in the oversized stall. He was rubbing soap on his semi-hard dick. A bit overwhelmed by what I was seeing, I closed my curtain only enough to where he couldn't see me watching him. His dick was flopping around atop his fist getting firmer and firmer with every pump of his wrist. I turn the faucet on my shower on as quickly as possible so I can resume watching and join in the jacking off session. My stone-like dick continues to jump as water rushes over his and now my own body. I squirt some of my shower gel into my palm and begin to apply it to my cock in the similar fashion of this horny college gym guy. After about a minute or two of stroking, the guy flips his wet hair and turns his body around to face the shower wall. He places one foot up on the bench, leans forward a bit and continues to jack his dick. His ass was perfectly in my view as if it was a show just for me. I could see his balls flapping back and forth and his fist pumping his long dick between his legs. I was getting closer and closer to cumming as I watched this young muscular guy please himself in the shower. I heard a small moan emerge across the shower from his stall as he turned his body and dick sideways and began to shoot white streams of cum on the side of the stall. Almost simultaneously, waves of pleasure flooded through me and heavy globs of cum jutted from my dick making my knees almost give out under me.
Stunned by what had just happened, I proceeded to clean myself thoroughly and purposely take longer than usual so I wouldn't pass the guy on the way out of the shower. After I felt a sufficient amount of time had passed, I made my way back to my locker, toweled off and changed. On my way out of the gym, I see the guy from the shower talking to a girl and holding her hand. His gaze meets mine and he slyly smiles and raises his chin as if he knew me. I was not sure how to take that exchange, but part of me thinks he knew that I had been watching him.