Yep, Mike, my exhibitionist roommate was pretty hot! But then I realized he was talking to Mike!
As I came down from the sexual high that I was on, the reality of what I had just done came rushing over me. I had just had a guy fuck me in front of strangers in the middle of a public park! Oh, Fuck! I started breathing really raggedly and began to shake uncontrollably. Don noticed my reaction and tapped Mike on the shoulder and pointed at me. Mike pulled over and leaned over the back of the seat. "Tim." I didn't respond. I was all wound up in the emotions and feelings and thoughts of what had just happened. "Tim!"
My eyes were rolling up in my head, Mike told me later, "TIM!!" He reached back and grabbed me and held my shoulders. I was trembling all over. He opened his door and came back to my door, opened it and climbed. He grabbed me tightly and held on, repeating my name over and over.
I calmed down and focused on him. I smiled and freed my arms and wrapped them around him. "Sorry," I said weakly and looked him in the face and smiled at him again. "Thanks."
He looked me in the face again and asked, "You okay?"
"Yeah, feeling better right now, but that hit me all at once. What I had just done." I looked up at him and said, "When you said it would be memorable you weren't kidding." I tried to smile big for him.
He started laughing then and so did I. Don joined in and I realized that there were 3 naked guys sitting in the back seat of a car, parked along the side of the road, laughing their asses off! It only made me laugh more!
Once we stopped laughing Mike started to move up to the front seat, when I said, "I have to take a leak. Can we stop at a gas station?"
"Well, you have two choices. I can take you to the gas station, but you will have to walk naked to the men's room." I looked at him to see if he was serious. He was. "Or, you can get out right here and stand by the side of the road and take a leak." He looked at me, "Which will it be?"
I tried levity, "Don't you have a coke can I can piss into?"
He smiled, "Nope, only those two choices."
I figured here was going to be easier, as I had the car to basically hide behind. "Here," I answered wanting to hurry and get this over with. I couldn't take too much more of this tonight!
I asked Don if he would switch places with me, so I could exit the car on the side away from the traffic. He looked at Mike, who shook his head no. He shook his head no then as well. Fuck! I thought. I looked up and down the road and saw no cars at the moment, so I opened the door and ran around to the other side. Now I had the issue of getting the piss flowing. I didn't think about where I was, I had to think about the waterfall and the sounds and finally got a stream going. And I had to go bad. I had just started when Mike honked the horn, startling me and of course, drawing attention to the car and the naked guy standing next to it.
Then, the asshole pulled forward almost a car length leaving me standing there even more exposed. I pissed faster, stopped, shook my dick and ran back to the car. Of course, the door was locked. They were laughing. I was looking up and down the road as the car zoomed by. There was nothing I could but wait and look pitiful through the window. Mike finally unlocked the door, I thought he was going to make me go back to the other side again, but I guess he figured he had pushed it far enough. I got into the back seat and said, "You guys are assholes!" But still smiled as I looked at Don's naked form and then over the seat at Mike's.
I shivered again and didn't think it was from being cold. Mike said we were going to stop and get some dessert. He let us put on our shorts, but we couldn't zip them up. We could button them, but not zip them up. We put on our t-shirts and slippers and walked towards the place. Mike stopped me and reached over and tucked my shirt into the back of my shorts, effectively exposing my unzipped shorts. The shirt touched my waistband, but now didn't hang down any. He did the same of himself and Don had followed suit. Don's thick bush showed some through the opening, but Mike and I basically just looked unzipped. It was still unnerving.
We walked up to the counter, which was low -- below our crotches. The guy working behind it said, "What can I get you?" before he looked over at us. I think it didn't sink in the first time he looked at us, because as he entered our orders into the machine, he kept glancing over at our crotches. Mike ordered for me. He had to repeat the order twice before the guy it right and so did Don. While Don was giving his order, Mike moved over and put his hand on my ass and squeezed my buns one at a time.
Timmy began to respond, and I wanted to make sure he didn't pop out. Then Mike slid his hand down the back of my shorts and stuck his fingers in my crack. As the guy was making our order he kept trying to sneak glances at our crotches. Mine began to fill out some and was still afraid that my dick would poke out of the zipper.
Then Mike stuck his finger into my lubed hole and slid it in as far as he could go. I gasped and then tried to take it back by covering my mouth. The guy looked over. I blushed and wanted to adjust myself to make sure Timmy was pointing away from my zipper. I turned towards Don, away from the guy and adjusted my crotch. But when I turned back I saw that he had been watching the whole thing. I saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed.
The guy looked to be about 17 or 18 years old, probably a senior in high school. He had longish tousled dirty blond hair that he a paper hat stuck on. His cheeks had that red rosy color to them and contrasted with his steel blue eyes. He was sporting a fuzzy mustache and had that strong angular jaw. I tried to catch a glimpse of his crotch but his apron was covering it, but I thought I detected a lump under his apron.
He brought the orders up to the counter and told us how much it was. Mike looked at me. I didn't think I had any money, and didn't think I needed to check. But Mike just kept looking at me. So he reaches over and sticks his hand into my pocket. He squeezes my cock while he has his hand in there and I try to control myself. I realize he is also exposing part of my shaft in the process. "No, he doesn't have any money. How about you, Don?"
Don reaches into his pocket and rummages around making his fly gap and exposing a bit of his shaft in the process and definitely more of his bush. He shakes his head when he removes his empty hand. The counter guy is following all of this with his eyes. His eyes follow the hands into the pockets, so there is no doubt he is getting an eye full. I swear sweat is breaking out on his upper lip.
Mike reaches into his pocket and in the process pops the top button of his shorts open making them nearly fall off, "I am so sorry," he says to the guy as he first spread the flaps wide and then bring them together to button. He makes a pretense of zipping up, but doesn't manage to get anything zipped up. He has just given the guy nearly a perfect view of his crotch.
He reaches back into his pocket, rummages around, adjust his dick which is obvious in outline and finally pulls out some money. He hands it to the counter guy, whose hands are shaking as he takes it. He counts the change wrong twice before getting it right. He closes the drawer and hands the money to Mike. He is looking at our crotches again as he does this and doesn't see the big smile on Mike's face.
"And did you get enough of a tip?" Mike asks point to his own crotch where the guy is looking. The kid blushes, looks up at Mike and then down again and just nods his head.
Mike is chuckling as he leaves the place and we head back to the car. In the car, I say, "Mike, you are such a sleaze. You don't care who you expose yourself to and that poor guy almost had a heart attack."
"I have told you before and you have seen it. I get off on exposing myself to others. I thought you figured that out by now. And I like to see others exposing themselves. AND I like to see people's reactions to my exposure." He smiled and looked at me. "Just like you. You liked looking at me, I liked watching your reaction to me naked and I like seeing you naked as well." He smiled again and reached over and ruffled my hair.
He was right. I did like seeing him naked! We sat there eating our ice cream, while Don told us how he and Mike and their friends would expose themselves in high school. They went to the school early one Saturday morning and got into the yard. They went over to the basketball courts. Then Mike dared them all to strip down and play a game of basketball.
They all agreed, stripped and played for about 20 minutes completely naked except shoes. I asked if anybody discovered them. Don said that the janitor poked his head out of the window, started to say something, then stood and watched. Don said he had his hand in his pants while he watched the boys.
Then a couple of younger guys came by, having broken into the yard as well. They came up to the courts and when they saw the naked guys, their mouth dropped open and they stood and watched until Mike asked them if they wanted to join in. They turned and ran, Don said.
My cock was getting hard thinking of it; playing naked on the school property.
Don said, they were always "pantsing" a guy while he stood out on the field or in a hallway in school, many times getting both the pants and boxers down. But the guys always just laughed through it as if it was a prank, pulled up their pants and boxers and carrying on. So they were constantly being "accidentally" exposed.
Again it made me hard to think of that. I asked them what the wildest place they had been naked was. Don laughed and said, "I guess it would have to be the time in the church."
My jaw dropped. He chuckled and said, "Yep, we were out and my church was open, it was a Thursday night and nothing was scheduled. So we all looked at each other, grinned and nodded. We went in and up to the choir loft. We stripped and sat down and got hard. I kind of kept expecting a thunderbolt to come through the room and char us! We began stroking and laughing and talking, until we heard the doors. We got real quiet then. We heard the preacher come in with some people and show them the church. We lay down on the pews and hoped they wouldn't come up to the loft.
"We were up there for several minutes, when I looked over and Mike was stroking away. He was in the same pew as I was and was laying on his back, smiling and stroking. All the while we hear the people downstairs talking. Of course that got me all turned on. I moved around and put my feet to Mike's and we watched each other as we jerked off.
"We had to really fight to not make a sound -- jerking off while the preacher was showing the church. It turned out he was showing people the place for a wedding. It was so wild to be jacking off with those people wondering around. It didn't take long until we were both shooting our loads across our chest. I could feel when he tensed up to shoot. Turns out two of the other guys were doing the same thing."
"You have to be shitting me! Jerking off naked in a church! Shit!" I was getting harder thinking about it.
"Yes, we had to wait until they left to leave. We scrambled around and put clothes on in case they came up stairs. As soon as they left we ran downstairs. We were laughing so hard as we drove away. When I was in church on Sunday I kept thinking about what had happened. I kept wondering if the place smelled like spunk after we left."
"You sure do talk a lot more when you are relating a story than in normal day to day stuff," I told Don.
Mike laughed and said, "Yes, he does. It is like he likes to tell stories, but doesn't like to just have conversations."
We had finished our ice creams and Don took the trash out and when he returned, Mike drove off. We kept our clothes on for the short ride back to campus. As soon as we were in our room, though, Mike and Don began stripping. I joined in quickly, not wanting to be the only one with clothes on.
"I don't know about you guys, but I am exhausted!" I said when I had rid myself of clothes.
"Don needs to spend the night and I said he could crash here. So I have an idea. Tim, why don't you share my bed with me and Don can sleep in yours," Mike suggested. I brightened right up about that and nodded my head, trying not to smile too much.
I climbed into Mike's bed and he lay down beside me. He lay with his back to me as he talked to Don, so I turned over and spooned up to him, my cock nestled in his crack. I wrapped one arm around him and thought about how different and how wonderful that felt. He and Don talked about plans for the next day, but I zoned that out and drifted off to sleep enjoying the warm and sensations of Mike's body close to mine and thinking of the words to Snow Patrol's Chasing Cars all about "if I just lay here."
I woke the next morning to "Wake up sleepy head," as Mike shook my shoulder. My eyes fluttered and tried to focus on the face that was about 3 inches from mine. I saw his smile and leaned in and brushed my lips across his and then realized I wasn't dreaming. This was my real roommate that I was kissing. My eyes flew open, looked him in the face, saw his smile and then smiled as well.
"'Mornin'," I said as I stretched. I realized, of course, that I was naked, in bed with my naked roommate and that I had my morning wood. And then I realized that he did too. I reached over and wrapped my hand around it and sighed.
"Roommie, you have bad morning breath! And second, we don't have time for that, we have to get ready for class!" He reached down and squeezed Timmy and I moaned. "Come on, let's get to the showers."
He rolled out of bed, grabbed his robe, tied it loosely, grabbed his shower stuff and said, "Let's get a move on." I looked over and saw Don, laying on his back with his hand behind his head, smiling and watching us.
"Shithead!" I said, "You don't have to go to class!" He smiled again and nodded.
I grabbed my robe, tied it securely to trap Timmy in, got my shower stuff and followed Mike out the door and down the hall to the showers. We took the last two stalls, as there was no one else around at the moment. Mike, of course, left the shower curtains open as he started the water and waited for the temperature to come up. I did the same, but turned back to watch him.
I was hit by a blast of warm water then. I looked over and Mike was pissing in an arc from his stall to mine! Right out of his hard cock! He kept it up while I tried to get a stream going. So consequently, he was finishing as I started pissing. My own stream shot out and across the gap and into his shower.
"What the fuck is going on in here?" I heard and turned to face the shower stall.
"There will be none of the freshmen shenanigans on my floor." The gruff voice said. I turned and looked over my shoulder and saw it was Rich, the RA for our floor. Oh, shit. I thought. "Mr. Waters, public urination is not condoned." He looked me up and down. "Do you understand? Or do we need to have a session to discuss this?"
"Yes, Sir. I understand." Why had I said Sir? He was only a year or two older than me.
"Excellent. I expect that you will clean up any urine on the shower room floors, finish your shower and move along."
I nodded, trying not to blush at being caught and reprimanded. When he moved off to his own stall I looked over at Mike and he was shaking from laughing and trying not to let any sound out. I gave him the evil eye and he laughed more. I used my towel to wipe up the floor between our stalls and he continued to laughed.
I went back to my shower and washed up. Mike finished before me, but stood and dried and watched me. I liked looking at him, but still felt weird when he was watching me. I finished up and started drying with used towel. He was still smirking as put on his towel without tying it and heading over to the sinks to shave. I tied my robe and followed him over. I kept looking in the mirror at the gap in his robe. He caught me looking and smiled. I blushed and tried to concentrate on shaving.
I finished shaving, brushed my teeth and he smiled again as he watched me get rid of my morning breath. I blushed again, spit out the toothpaste, rinsed my mouth, packed up my stuff and followed him back to the room. Once the door closed, he turned towards, pulled on the tie on my robe and then leaned in, grabbed me and pulled me close. He planted his lips over mine, then stuck his tongue in my mouth. When he broke the kiss he said, "Much better," and smiled while I tried to not fall over from the experience.
He let go of me then, moved away, dropped his robe and grabbed some clothes to dress in. He looked over at Don who had watched the whole thing smiling and said, "And you, lazy bones, how about meeting us at noon in the union for lunch?" He nodded, ever the man of few words in these situations.
I dressed, grabbed my backpack and followed Mike out the door. We went downstairs and grabbed a bagel and coffee. We sat down at a table by ourselves. As I spread cream cheese on my toasted bagel, Mike did the same and asked, "Are you okay with all of this?" He looked me in the face, "I mean you are getting a lot thrown at you in a short amount of time." He studied my face as I tried to figure out how to answer him. "I mean, you have fucked, been fucked, ran around naked, been pissed on, sucked, been sucked, slept with me, kissed, made out and everything." He paused, "I guess I am concerned because I really like you and don't want to push you away by pushing too much on you too fast."
I fought down a lump in my throat and the moisture that welled in my eyes. Wow, he was so wonderful! He was really concerned about me. I shook my head and tried to get it together so I could respond. I was such a sap! I smiled at myself as I realized how much a hopeless romantic I was. And I also thought about worrying about a GUY who liked me. It still seemed strange, no matter that it is what I wanted and knew I wanted.
I cleared my throat and said, "Yes," and cleared it again because it came out kind of ragged, "Yes, it is fast and yes, it is wild and yes," I paused, cleared my throat again, and whispered, "and yes, I like you and, ahem, I like doing whatever you want me to do." I thought for a moment, "But I have to tell you that I may tell you somethings that I want to do." I smiled, looked down and then back up at him. He was smiling really big as well. I blushed again.
He reached over and ruffled my hair and said, "That's okay; just remember you promised to do ANYTHING I asked and that you told me that I would control when you can cum." He was grinning hugely by then.
I smiled and nodded. We finished eating as he talked about his brothers which reminded me that my cousin was coming for a visit this weekend which made me worry about how I was going to handle all of this and him as well.
I rushed of to class thinking about Mike and what he had said. As I sat down in class I looked up and right into the eyes of the guy who had invited me to study with him tonight. Oh, Shit! He smiled and I blushed, damn it!
Fuck! What was his name? He was looking at me and smiling, he even spread his legs wide so I could see up the legs of his shorts and see he wasn't wearing any underwear. So the head of his dick was showing. Rick! That was his name. Rhymed with dick!
I spent the class thinking about his dick and everything that had happened with Mike. It made Timmy stand up and want to be counted as well. So once again, I was forced to carry my pack in front of me as I headed towards the door. Rick was waiting by the door.
"So are we on for 8 tonight, my room, for studying?" he said and looked me in the eye as he moved up and stood close in front of me. He reached around my pack and using it to hide what he was doing, squeezed my cock. "Looks like you are ready for tonight," he leaned in and whispered. I blushed and nodded.
"Ah, the shy, quiet type; I like that. Probably means you are a screamer," he whispered again. He gave my cock another tweak and then said, "Hope to see more of you tonight." He gave a huge grin and turned and headed out.
I stood there working my mouth and nothing was coming out. So I held my pack in front of me and went into my next class. I took a seat, left my pack in my lap, got out a notebook, pen and then looked up, right into the eyes of the guy I had ogled the other day! He smiled, spread his legs and let me see the head of his dick up the leg of his shorts.
Since I realized I liked guys, it seemed there was no end to the amount of sex I could have. When I was chasing girls, I rarely got laid. Now I had been involved in some kind of sexual escape several times a day over the last several days.
I tentatively smiled back and him and thought, not for the first and probably the last time about how my life had changed with my exhibitionist roommate!
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