My Roommate Tyler

By Jason Smith

Published on Jul 13, 2023

Gay

I took a big bite of my taco, juices from the pico de gallo dripping down the side of my mouth. I instantly closed my eyes and just held it in my mouth. It all hit my tongue at the same time sending shockwaves of spice and flavor throughout my pallate.

"Oh shit!" I said mouth full and beginning to chew again.

"See! I told you. Best Mexican food in the whole damn city."

As he said this, Tyler grabbed a napkin and handed it to me. I took it and wiped the corner of my mouth and chin to sop up the juices.

"I figured it would be good. I mean, I didn't expect you to lie to me.

But damn. It's like.. really, really good."

"I may be a lot of things," he said, "but a liar isn't one of them."

I think he probably said it jokingly, but I believed him. As long as I've known him (which admittedly hasn't been too long) he's never lied to me. Never been mean or even rude. He's only been friendly. Caring. Trusting. He's included me in almost every outing with either just himself, or sometimes with his friends. He's a genuinely good guy. And the fact that he was attractive as hell didn't hurt. Not at all. And.. I was beginning to... Fuck. I think I might be falling for him. Like really falling for him.

"Well now we've got the best burger place AND the best taco place down. What's next?" He asked.

"Chinese?" I answered.

"Yes, definitely." He said and perked up even more than he already was. "I want somewhere actually authentic."

He took a bite of his own taco and I just watched him. The way his eyes closed with each bite. The way the muscles in his jaw tightened as he chewed. The movement in his throat as he swallowed.

"What? Do I have pico on my face too?" He asked, jolting me from my zoning out straight in his face.

"Uh, yeah. Here you go." I handed him a napkin and tried to get my mind straight. I took another bite of my taco.

"So.." he said, finishing swallowing his latest bite. "What's on the agenda for tonight?"

"Umm... I'm not sure."

"Any parties or anything that you've heard of?"

"Not really. I know there's that one at that frat house this weekend. But haven't heard of anything tonight." I admitted. "What about your buddies? They have anything going on?"

"I'm not sure. Nothing's been said to me so far. But I could text and find out."

"Yeah, okay." I said. Though if I was being honest, I didn't really want to go out. But whatever we did, I just wanted to hang with Tyler.

"Or.." he started, "we could just go back to the dorm. Watch a movie and just chill. Whichever you'd rather do."

I pretended to think it over, mulling the choices over in my mind. I didn't want to seem too eager, but knew that was exactly what I wanted to do. A night in with Tyler. Watching a movie. Who knows what else we might get into. But considering we DID just jerk off, I shouldn't expect it to happen again.

"Actually that sounds nice. Let's just do a night in."

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Yeah, for sure. I'll even let you pick the movie this time."

"Oh, I've already got it. And you're gonna love it."


"Seriously?" I ask with an unbelieving smile. "The Devil Wears Prada??"

The title sequence has just popped up on the screen. When we got back to the room Tyler made me sit down and close my eyes until he got the movie pulled up so as not to `ruin the surprise.'

"Exactly," he said matter-of-fact. "It's a great movie. Anna Hathaway and Emily Blunt are amazing. And Meryl Streep. I mean.. c'mon. It's freaking Meryl Streep!"

It was so cute seeing him get all excitedly about this chick flick. And I could tell that not only did he love it and stand by it, but that it was clearly a favorite of his. But I just stared at him with a little smile.

"What? You don't think that a guy like me could like this movie?" He asked, puffing out his chest a little.

"No. That's not it," I replied.

"Good. Because I do like it. A lot... Then why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm looking at you like this," I say, "because I can't believe you think that I haven't seen it."

The way his eyes lit up made my heart spin.

"You've seen it? Did you like it?" He asks excitedly.

"No." That's all I said and watched his face drop ever so slightly before adding, "I loved it."

Again, the ways his whole face lit up. Shit. I could look at that for the rest of my life.

"Dude! Right?? It's so good!"

I laughed and agreed with him.

"None of my other guy friends have seen it." He admitted. "I kept telling them how good it was and they gave me shit for it. But I didn't care. Because Anne & Meryl can do no wrong."

"Agreed," I added. "Top tier." And I smiled at him.

"Well, since we've both seen it do you wanna watch something else? Something we haven't seen?"

"No. Let's watch this!" I say.

"Hell yeah!" He shouted, and pressed play.


I'm laying back on my bed, my head propped up on my pillow with my right arm slung behind. Tyler was on his side, his head propped up by his left hand. The room was a bit warm when we got back so we turned the air down. It wasn't quite as stuffy as it first was, but still too warm to be under blankets. We laid on top of our comforters and Tyler had already shucked his shirt. If only he'd finish the job and drop his shorts and boxers too.

Meryl Streep's character had just gone on her rant about turquoise belts and my mind was just not as focused as it should be for the movie. My mind had wandered (imagine that) back to us earlier on the bed. I couldn't get the feeling of his leg on top of mine out of my system. It felt so sensual and comfortable even though it made my heart do leaps and bounds in my chest. Made my whole body tense. Made me shoot so hard. It felt so good to have him touching me in that way.

But the way he did it also made it seem like it was comfortable for him as well. Now for me, a closeted guy just begging and aching to be touched by another guy - this made complete sense. For Tyler.. I don't know. It's just surprising that he would be comfortable enough to do that. To do any of this, to be honest. Even from the early steps of changing, being naked, etc. That I can get on board with. He's just comfortable in his body and around other people. Sure - I'll buy it.

But there are tons of straight guys that wouldn't be caught dead changing in front of other guys, much less being naked for fun. It's like they're afraid of `catching the gay' or some stupid shit. Or they're afraid they'll be hit on by another guy. I know of guys that go to great lengths to change under their towels after a shower, or walk into another room, or make everyone turn around. And sure, there are some guys that are just shy, or not comfortable with their bodies. I was one of them. And Tyler has brought me out of that shell. But who brought Tyler out of his. How did he get like this? So comfortable. I mean, the fact that he was fucking sexy didn't hurt, I'm sure. But still. It was different. He was different.

Thinking about it was making my skin prickle and my heart quicken. I wanted to know but I didn't know if that's a question you can ask someone else. Is it rude? Is it intruding? Is it TMI? I mean, I'm not going to hold him down and force him to tell me if he doesn't want to. But my curiosity had piqued. And I couldn't believe it, but I was about to ask him.

"Hey, Ty?.."

He halfway held up a finger in my direction, "One sec.."

His eyes never left the screen and I could see the faintest movement of his lips mouthing along with the dialogue. As soon as the monologue was over, he turned to me pausing the movie with a grin.

"If you're about to ask me if I think we should go get some ice cream and snacks for the rest of the movie, then the answer is yes."

Shit. I loved him.

"Haha, we can totally do that!.. But, that isn't what I was going to ask."

"What is it buddy?" He asked.

"Well.." I started.

Shit. I hadn't really planned out how to do this.

"You know how.. well.. um.." I kept trying to formulate a plan as I continued to speak.

Tyler rolled over onto his stomach facing me and pulled his pillow under his chest and hugged it.

"Spit it out buddy," he said with a grin.

"Okay," I took a small but deep breath and just said it. "You know how you're naked all the time?"

His head popped up quickly.

"I'm not naked ALL the time!"

"No! No! That's not what I meant!!"

"If it bothers you I can..." he started.

"No!" I interrupted. I start waving my hands out in front of me. "Wait. Let me start over."

I could feel my face reddening quickly and I saw a small smile that he was trying to hide and he lowered his head back onto his pillow.

"What I meant to say was.. You know how you don't have a problem being naked? And like, changing clothes in front of me doesn't bother you?"

"Yeah, it's no big deal," he replied.

"Right!" I said, glad that we were getting back on the right track. "Well, I'm not sure if you noticed when we first moved in, but I wasn't the same way."

"Uh, yeah... I noticed," he said through a laugh. "You went to bed like the whole first week in a shirt and shorts."

I remembered back to the first week and how I was still nervous to change in front of him or be naked around him. He changed in front of me on the very first day of moving in, and always slept in just his underwear. But for me being so uncomfortable and new to the situation, it took me a week before I warmed up to trying to be more like Tyler.

"Exactly.." I muttered, rolling my eyes at him. "But it didn't take TOO long before I got more comfortable. And then it wasn't, like, a big deal to change and.. what not."

"By `what not' do you mean jerk off?" Tyler said, eyebrows raised and the small smile getting a bit bigger.

I could feel my face now turning what had to be purple or something, because I didn't think it could get any redder than it already was.

"Well... yeah."

He looked at me as if he was saying `well are you gonna ask me a question or something?'

"I mean, how were you just cool with that? Like it just didn't phase you at all to just pull your clothes off and have your junk on display."

Did I seriously just call his dick his `junk'?

He laughed quietly and then said, "Well you know I have an older brother, right?"

"No, I don't think I knew that."

"Oh, dang I thought I had mentioned that way back. Well his name is Adam and he's two years older than me," he said.

"Oh, okay," I said, waiting for him to finish the story.

However, he just stared at me like that was the end of the explanation. He could see me waiting and finally rolled his eyes as if I should understand and then continued.

"He's only two years older, so we grew up taking baths together when we were kids. And then we shared a bedroom for several years when I was in middle school and he was in high school."

Okay, so this is kind of making sense now.

He continued, "So since we had literally bathed together, it wasn't uncommon that we saw each other naked. Especially when we shared a room. We'd have to change clothes and there just wasn't anywhere else to go. We both saw each other basically go through puberty. Naked." He shrugged here. "It just wasn't a big deal."

"So you basically just grew up with nudity not being an issue." I said aloud but talking to myself.

"Let me ask you a question now," he says. "You don't have any siblings do you?"

"No, I'm an only child."

"Yeah, I figured. Makes sense."

"Wait, what is that supposed to mean?" I ask, a little offended but unsure why.

"I mean, that just makes sense why you weren't as comfortable with nudity. You didn't have an older brother who would rather hang out in underwear, or just naked most of the time. Whatever was normal to you as you grew up with no influence from a sibling is all you knew growing up."

It made sense. If I had a brother, maybe I would have taken notes from him. If he walked around in his underwear, or slept in his underwear, or had no trouble being naked - then those things would have been normal to me, and I probably would have copied him and done the same as him. I mean, look at Tyler's influence on me in just a few shorts weeks. He's got me, not only changing in front of him and just being naked, but also jerking off with him. There's no telling how I would've been with an older brother.

"Okay, yeah. I get it," I said nodding. Then a quick thought entered my mind. "So when did the jerking off thing start?"

"Like I said. We shared a room with nowhere else to go and saw each other go through puberty. Jerking off was bound to happen."

"No shit?" I asked in disbelief, but also intrigued.

"Yeah dude. Nothing's gonna stop a horny teenager going through puberty who's just found out about masturbation." He laughed and then continued. "I would just walk into our bedroom after school and Adam would be laid out on his bed. Just tugging away." He made a jerking motion in the air.

"So I see where you get it from," I said with a smile and a laugh, poking fun at him.

"Hey! I'M the one who caught YOU laid out stroking in here, remember? It was like deja vu for me! Took me right back to those early years."

We both laughed and I covered my face in a bit of embarrassment as I remembered back to that day. I could almost remember the feel of my heart stopping in panic as he walked in on me, my cock pointing toward the ceiling.

"That had to be weird at first though, right?" I asked.

"Well it was when I first saw him doing it. I hadn't figured it out yet, and I was just like `why are you doing that?! Doesn't it hurt?' And then he just explained it to me. Then it was just normal. But again, that was just what I was used to."

"Did you both end up doing it, like.. at the same time?"

After I said it I thought to myself that this could be pushing the boundary a little. This might be taking it too far. But he answered like it was no big deal.

"It started out as each of us walking in on each other all the time," he began. "I'd come in the room to grab something and he'd be going at it. And after I figured it all out and began doing it, he caught me. We both thought we'd have enough time to do it before anyone came in and end up getting caught by each other. The first several times we got caught, we'd quickly cover up and laugh it off. And eventually we just stopped covering up and hiding. We'd still laugh about it but wouldn't stop stroking when the other would walk in. There were some times too when we'd be in bed.. Did I mention we had bunk beds?"

"No," I said. "But I kinda figured since you were sharing a room."

"Right. Well we'd be in bed and the lights had been out for a while and I'd be just about to doze off and then I'd feel the bed start shaking a little. I was on the top bunk, so anytime he'd roll over in his sleep, the top bunk would rock a bit. But this was consistent. I finally leaned my head over the edge and saw that he was jerking on the bunk below me. Anytime it would start rocking, I would just start giggling knowing that he was going to town down there. He'd giggle back. And then I figured if the bed was rocking already, I might as well join in. So I'd pull mine out on my top bunk and do it too. And if I was the one who would start it, I would hear him join in down there shortly after the bunk would start rocking."

I listened to Tyler intently, imagining what it would be like to have a brother who was as open as his brother seemed to be. I could almost imagine a younger Tyler laying on his top bunk using the motion of Adam shaking the bed to get his rocks off.

"And then after a while, that's when we made up the game."

"What game?" I asked, my interest piqued once again.

"The game me and you played that first time."

I racked my brain trying to think of what he was talking about but couldn't come up with an answer. Was my brain fogged with the images of him naked? Admittedly, I had spent most of our times together just ogling and staring at his naked body.

"The race to finish first," he finally said.

"Oh yeah!" I suddenly remembered back to the first time we jerked soon after he caught me stroking. "What are the rules again?"

"Just stroke your cock as fast as you can. First to cum wins. Extra points to whoever has a bigger load," he said with a laugh. "We played all the time, to be honest. We even..." he trailed off and laughed to himself. "Never mind, haha."

"No, what is it? Tell me!"

"We even kept score. Literally. Adam had a notebook that he kept in the drawer of the nightstand. If we ever did it at the same time, one of us would say `Race ya!' and we knew it was on. Once we finished, we'd compare to see who won and then tally up!"

His face looked like he was holding in a giant laugh and like he was about to burst, but he just couldn't save it. His laugh escaped his lips and I joined him. Still a bit unbelieving at how nonchalant they were with each other as they grew up and a bit jealous if I'm being honest. We laughed hard and long. Tyler covered his face by having his head down in his pillow and I sat on my bed laughing but watching him across the room as his shoulders bounced up and down with each laugh.

"Okay.. well.. that makes soo much more sense," I said, as the laughter died down.

Tyler looked up at me, his face still red from how hard he was laughing.

"If that's how you grew up, I understand why it doesn't bother you," I continued.

"Yeah, I mean.. it just doesn't phase me. Once you've been undressing and naked in front of your brother all your life, it just becomes part of your routine. It's just normal to me. But look.." his face got serious all of a sudden. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable or freak you out or.. anything like that. So if it's bothering you, I can stop. I can change in the bathroom and even sleep in more clothes if it's an issue.. seriously."

I panicked. I didn't want him to stop doing any of that. I loved getting to see him, even if it was in small doses. If anything, I wanted him to be naked more.

"No! That's not it at all!" I insisted. "I literally was just curious because you were so cool with it and it took me longer. If anything I was jealous of how comfortable with it you were."

"You were jealous?" He asked with a chuckle.

"Yes!" I said emphatically. "And that's why I started doing it too. It just feels so..."

"Free, right?" He interjected.

"Yes! Exactly!" I just smiled at him. "So please, just go about it as you would. I was just curious."

"Haha, okay cool."

It seemed that the conversation had come to an end. But I saw a small opportunity and I wanted to slide in one more idea.

"We should do it."

He looked at me unsure of what I meant.

"Do what?"

"Keep score. We should play the game and keep score," I said matter of fact.

A grin crept up on his face.

"For real?"

"Yeah. Why not? Scared you'll lose?" I asked, taunting him.

"Uh, a little. Yeah. Haha," he was still smiling. "I am pretty damn competitive."

"We could do it by the week or something. And like, have incentives for the winner." I was formulating the plan as I was talking.

"What kind of incentives?" Tyler asked.

"Umm.." I had to think. What would be worth it? "Winner of the week gets to pick where we eat on the weekend. Or.. Gets to pick the movie we watch. Or something like that. How does that sound?"

He seemed to think for just a second, then spoke up. "You're on. There's a long list of movies that I'd like to subject you to watch."

"Okay wait. Now I'm a little worried."

"Yeah, you should be. I'm gonna beat your ass so bad!" he taunted.

This plan was great, if I did say so myself. Now this made SURE that we'd jerk off together all the time. I had to admit, both times we jerked off, I was worried every time that it was the last time we'd get to do it. And now, not only did I want to do it, but Tyler seems just as competitive as I did. We'd both be wanting to win for the incentives and also for the bragging rights. And making the game weekly ensured that it would last for who knows how long! The incentives could also entice us to jerk even more frequently. Like if he's losing one particular week, he might be urged to want to jerk again to possibly win. Who knows, but the possibilities just might be endless.

"Yeah, you can try. But you're going down buddy!" I said. "Now turn the movie back on. We've got a lot more left."

He turned back to the tv with a smile and pressed play. I laid back on my pillow, my eyes on the screen but my mind on all the fun we were about to have in the coming weeks.

Tyler paused the tv again, "Wait.. are we still getting snacks?"

He smiled a big, cheesy, begging smile at me.

"Fine.. Let's get you some snacks buddy."


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