The obsession didn't begin until after I was living with these guys for a few weeks. I had just graduated college and desperately needed a place to stay. That knowledge was passed along until it met this gay guy named Ray. I knew Ray only in passing as I'd had a few classes with him. He was no more than an acquaintance. He offered me one of the rooms in his apartment at a reasonable price and I took it.
He forewarned me though, "I'm gay and I have a boyfriend that sleeps over a lot. Will that be a problem?"
"Of course not," I told him. I really needed a place and the previously homophobic Johnny was worldly and cultured after being exposed to gay people in college. Actually, I couldn't even tell Ray was gay for a long time. It wasn't until my now ex-girlfriend tried to hook up with him that I found out. She was very disappointed. She really wanted to fuck Ray. But then I scooped her up and took her mind off him (or so I'd like to think--ha ha). I even admitted it back then; Ray was a very attractive man. He was around six feet tall with dirty blonde hair and the most amazing tan you've ever seen on a person. His light blonde eyebrows contrasted with his golden skin tone and brought out his crystal blue eyes. Square jawed and muscular as all hell, he was He-Man come to life.
So I moved in, with the help of Ray and his boyfriend Wesley. Wesley was just as attractive as Ray but looked nothing like him. Wesley had rounder features as opposed to Ray's sharp ones. He said that he was Portuguese and Jewish but everyone thinks he's Puerto Rican. Wesley's body, however, was similar to Ray's. When we were moving my shit, I noticed how perfectly built these guys were and was kind of awestruck. They were wearing tank tops that had gotten wet from their sweating. Wesley made a comment about my going to the gym with them to which I replied something to the effect of, "hell no." He thought it was because I wouldn't want to be seen with two gay guys but I assured him that wasn't it. The real reason was that I was embarrassed to be seen with two of the most clear-cut definitions of masculinity I'd ever seen while I looked like jell-o.
Well, I wasn't fat or even overweight--just out of shape. I'm sure if I had a regimented gym schedule like Ray and Wesley, I would have toned up nicely. I didn't have a bad base shape. But I in no way compared to Ray and Wesley. I really admired them both.
That admiration would soon turn into something far more intense. I awoke one night to the sound of Ray and Wesley fucking--rough, hard core, very loud sex. I could hear the bed squeaking and pounding against the wall intermixed with their voices and the sound of slapping skin. Ray roared, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" while Wesley grunted and moaned, "Yeah!" I was taken aback because it sounded like the most animalistic thing I'd ever heard. It was much more intense than anything I'd ever done or had even seen in porn. And completely lost in the noises of my roommates fucking, I'd failed to realize my dick was hard as a rock. The sounds got faster and faster until it was evident that they'd climaxed.
I noticed my erection and was kind of troubled with it. Somehow I fell asleep and dreamed of the guys fucking. Only in the dream, I was in the room with them, jerking off. I woke up stroking my cock, the image of Ray and Wesley fucking burned into my brain. I came, not caring about how loud I was or how much of a mess I'd make. After I rested a moment, I came to the realization that this, the image of Ray and Wesley fucking, was a secret fetish of mine and that I probably wouldn't be satisfied until I lived out what was in my dream.
So the next few days, I paid a lot of attention to them, silently taking in all I needed for my fantasy to make an accurate image of it in my mind. They both walked around shirtless all the time so it was easy to sneak glimpses of them. Ray's broad, bronzed chest was completely bald. In fact, he was pretty hairless all over except for a few blonde hairs lightly dusted on his arms and legs. Wesley, on the other hand had thick dark hair on his stomach that got more and more dense the lower and closer you got to his bellybutton. It was a shame because he had magnificent abs that you really couldn't see unless you examined his stomach closely through the hair. When it came to body hair though, I outdid them both as I had thick curly hair all over my chest and stomach. At one point, I shaved it to try and look like the beautiful men that lived with me but alas, my torso wasn't nearly as hard and cut as theirs. So I grew it back.
The rest of the story pretty much chronicles my thought processes as I secretly cross more and more boundaries into Ray and Wesley's sex life. The next thing I did was listen in when they had sex in the shower. The bathroom was right outside my room so the first time I heard a sound that sounded even the slightest bit like sex coming from the bathroom, I got up and listened at the bathroom door immediately. Sure enough, they were going at it--probably sucking each other's dicks. I grabbed my stiff prick and jerked it fast, knowing I didn't have long to get off. Between the sound of shower water and the distinct slurping sound was Wesley's deep voice moaning, "Yeah, suck my dick." His grunts and moans got faster and faster until he let out a cry that told me he came. I timed my ejaculation to match his, squirting a couple blobs of semen up onto my chest and on the bathroom door. Leaning against the bathroom door, I relished the moment and milked the rest of the come from my dick. As soon as I heard the shower water stop, however, I gained control of myself and retreated to my room.
Not too long after that I would be treated to an unexpected bonus. One night I woke up and had to piss something awful. I ran to the bathroom, totally ignoring the fact that the door was closed. When I came in, Ray stood before me, completely naked, reaching for the towel rack. His ass was the most perfect one I'd ever seen. Slightly lighter than his skin, his pert bubble butt reminded of the Coppertone ads. He turned around, smiling and said, "You wanna close the door, Johnny?"
I did as he told me. "Just let me dry off and I'll be out in two secs," he assured me from inside the bathroom. All I could think about though was the glimpse I'd gotten of his dick when he turned around. Protruding from his neatly trimmed blonde thatch was a beautiful uncircumcised penis. It wasn't too big or too small. Then I started thinking about how much Ray looked like one of those Greek god statues.
After seeing that, I just couldn't go on unless I had seen Wesley's dick too. So for a few days, I tried to come up with the most seemingly innocent way to walk in on him in the bathroom. One day he was in there brushing his teeth and I thought, "Well, he could be naked. I'll check!" I barged into the bathroom, acting like I had to pee. Unfortunately, Wesley was in shorts. "Damn!" I thought. I really wanted to see Wesley's penis. For some reason, I had it in my mind that he was really big. I'd seen him in boxer briefs once or twice and thought I could make out large bulges but never had enough time to examine.
"You can go ahead and pee," he said, still brushing his teeth. "I promise I won't look." Duh, I'd completely forgotten I had to pretend like I had to piss. He turned around and faced the bathtub while I stood in front of the toilet and tried my damnedest to force some urine out of my dick. After what seemed like an eternity, I began to produce a little trickle. But just before I was able to put my cock back into my shorts, Wesley turned around. "I lied!" he said, sneaking a cheap peek at my dick. I didn't mind though considering how far into his life I was prying.
I was masturbating to the sound of Ray and Wesley fucking every time it happened which was about every other day. I would get up against the wall of my room and jerk off kneeling on my bed. My wall was so stained with come it was ridiculous. Then one day, when they were screwing, I noticed the vent near my ceiling. It was indeed on the wall that we shared. "Could I see something through it?" I wondered. It was a real task getting up there the first time. I had to move my bed and then stack a chair on it. I stood on it and realized the sounds were totally earier to hear from up there. I would discover that the only reason I could hear so well was actually because of the vent. I stacked a plastic crate on the chair and stood on it to finally reach the vent and eureka! The perfect view was right before me! I took the grating off my end of the vent and peered through. On the other side, I could plainly see down to Ray's bed. Wesley was fucking the hell out of him.
I grabbed my dick, making sure to balance my stack of furniture. Wesley had Ray doggie style and pounded into his ass with the speed and ferocity of a lion. Ray squealed in ecstasy as his creamy bubble butt rippled at each of Wesley's forceful thrusts. I couldn't hold back my climax any more and spewed my seed all the way down to my bed, still paying close attention to the guys through the vent. Ray cried out as if he was coming but both of his hands were grasping the sheets. I suppose he came from the sheer stimulation of Wesley's dick in his ass. Soon after that, Wesley pulled out and I remember my mouth dropping at the sight of the guy's cock. I mean, I had seen some big dicks in porn and stuff but nothing like this. Well maybe I had but thought this one was unique because I saw it in person. Wesley pumped his monster until he shot an amazing load all over Ray's back and ass. I started jerking off again, focusing hard on Wesley's dick. My dick was six inches long when erect and I could swear Wesley's was almost twice as long as mine and certainly a whole lot thicker than any other one I'd ever seen in porno. I would come to realize it couldn't have been any longer than nine or ten inches and no fatter than six around. I came again, oozing what little semen I had left onto my hand and then fell onto my bed along with my chair and crate. I laughed because I'm sure the crash sounded like some horrible accident to them.
The next thing I did was probably entering a realm to which I really had no right but I didn't particularly care. I had been watching the guys through the vent for days but hated waiting for them to fuck. So I took my digital video camera up there one day and recorded them having sex. Yeah, I know it's a line I probably shouldn't have crossed but like I said before, I really couldn't care less. Besides, I was under the impression that they were totally clueless about my obsession anyway. So I recorded a really hot fuck session through the vent and outputted it onto my computer. This way, I could watch it any time I wanted. It was really hot too. Ray was the one who had Wesley in the doggie style position for once. Wesley yelped and winced despite Ray's efforts to be really gentle. I could tell Ray really wanted to top but the problem was Wesley didn't like to bottom. After approximately five minutes, Wesley commanded Ray to take his cock out of poor Wesley's ass. Then Wesley wrestled Ray to the bed and kissed him right before ramming his monster dick inside Ray's butt. Wesley spread Ray's legs wide and fucked him fast and hard. Ray was on his back, cock stiff as marble wailing about how good it felt to be fucked by Wesley's thick dick. Ray came without even touching his dick, which I'd come to realize was no real feat for him. Then Wesley pulled out and commanded Ray to jerk him off. Ray grabbed Wesley's meat with two hands and pulled it until it shot thick globs of come all over his chest. I knew the video by heart and came all over my keyboard many a time while watching it.
It had finally gotten to a point where Ray and Wesley really didn't excite me as much. I stopped listening to them altogether. Maybe it was because I needed more sleep as work was getting more and more time consuming. Whatever the reason, I'd finally gotten my gay roommate and his boyfriend out of my system. One night however, it started again as they had added something new to their sex life. I was up late and distinctly heard three voices coming from Ray's room rather than two. I stacked my furniture up and looked through the vent to discover that there was indeed another person in there with them. It was a skinny boy with long hair and a very effeminate voice. Wesley knelt before the boy and had him suck his dick while Ray pounded away at the boy's ass. I got an erection but was very disappointed that the guys had picked up this cheap slut and honored him with the pleasure of being involved in their sex life. I admit, it did turn me on to see Ray finally get to cut loose and fuck an ass like Wesley had fucked him all too often. And it was pretty hot, if not utterly hilarious, to see the little whore choke on Wesley's thick dick as come ran down his mouth and chin. But the slut ruined the moment when he turned around to jerk off that ugly, long, curved dick of his. I lost my erection almost immediately at the sight of the boy's torso. I was genuinely angry that Ray and Wesley could possibly fuck such a gross guy.
One day I was in the kitchen and Wesley was in there making breakfast for his lover. "Let me ask you something, Johnny," he said. "What do you think about couples that have threesomes?"
I didn't know what to say as I was caught off guard. "I dunno," I said. "I mean, if both people are equally willing to do it then I guess there's no problem."
"See?" said Wesley to Ray. "Equally willing. It's not cool when one does it just to please his partner."
Ray, who sat on our sofa watching TV, responded without even looking at us in the kitchen. "Well if you'd let me fuck you sometimes I wouldn't want a fucking threesome."
Realizing that I didn't want to be caught in the crossfire of this argument, I removed myself from the situation. Apparently, Wesley never wanted that slut in their home and did it to please Ray. But it was obvious all Ray wanted was to fuck Wesley, not just some random ass. I remember hoping this wouldn't ruin their relationship which I thought was really one of the strongest I'd ever encountered. That's how I saw them now--not as sexual objects but as two people who loved each other.
Then came that eventful day. I was in a rush to get to work one morning when Ray asked if he could print out his resume on my computer. I said of course as he had used my computer many times before. This would be the first time he used it when I wasn't around though. At work I thought nothing of it and came home exhausted, wanting to take a nap or something. I lay on my bed and just as I began to fall asleep Ray knocked on my door. "Can I talk to you for a second?" he asked. He sounded kind of worried so I sat up and gave him my undivided attention.
He sat on my chair and looked me square in the face. "Um... I guess I'll just come right out and say it," he said. "I um... found this video clip on your computer..."
Shit! I had completely forgotten I still had that thing on my computer! I was caught red handed.
"So I figured out that you made it through the vent and I guess... I'm flattered." He smiled a little. "I didn't know whether to be freaked out or angry or turned on or what."
So I flat out told him the truth. "Well, I just used to get really turned on by watching you two fuck," I said.
Ray grinned. "Wesley will be pissed if I tell him about the video so I'm not gonna say anything. But um... maybe I'll pass on the message that you'd want to maybe join us sometime." With that he got up and winked.
All night I was filled with conflicting thoughts about the prospect. Did I really want to be that close? Was it something that even turned me on anymore? I hadn't watched the video or listened in for weeks. Maybe I should, what the hell? But there was no way I was letting Wesley fuck me. I could barely stand a finger in my ass let alone some giant tree trunk of a cock. But was I strong enough to maybe take Ray's dick? Maybe--but I didn't know that I really even wanted to be fucked by either of them. All I liked was watching and I didn't even do that anymore.
Late that night, Ray knocked on my door again. I was in bed, wearing only my boxer shorts. "Wanna come see something?" Ray asked with a smirk. Here it was. Do or die.
"Fuck it," I said. "Why not," and followed Ray to his room. Wesley was there sitting on the bed. He looked up and smiled when he saw me enter. Ray went to the bed and began to passionately kiss Wesley. I stood next to it, rubbing my cock through my shorts. No hard-on.
They continued to make out taking down each others' shorts and revealing their beautiful dicks. They stroked each other while kissing and that began to pique a little interest with my dick. Still no full erection though.
Wesley looked over at me and grinned again. Then he walked over to me. I looked up at him as he stood a lot taller than I. "Get on your knees," he said. I did as he commanded, facing his thick, nine inch long piece of man meat. It stuck straight out and touched my lips but looked way too thick to try and take into my mouth. He moved it across my face, ending up at my mouth again which I kept closed. "Open your mouth," he said. I complied again and he started trying to stuff it in. "Wider," he said. I obeyed but only had the head in as he began to push deeper. The next thing I knew, Ray's pretty cock was in my face. He took my head and guided it onto his dick which stood straight up into the air like mine was now. I wrapped my mouth around it and moved my head up and down. Ray moaned softly as I gently settled into a good sucking rhythm. Then Wesley snatched me away and thrust his cock into my mouth. This time I could do it but could only go about a fourth of the way down. "Jerk it off," he said. Again, I obeyed, wrapping my hand around the part I couldn't get with my mouth. "Jerk Ray off too," Wesley demanded and I put Ray's dick in my other hand.
I switched from dick to dick, sucking and becoming better and better at it while jerking whomever I wasn't sucking. As I sucked Ray, Wesley would cock slap me across the face or wipe the spit off in my hair. "Yeah, suck Ray's dick," Wesley said. I could no longer neglect my own stiff penis and began jerking it off. "Lick my balls," Wesley said. I happily obliged lapping away at his inordinately large scrotum. Ray moaned more loudly as I jerked his dick harder. Suddenly he came, shooting ejaculate all over my neck and chest. "Yeah, come all over him!" Wesley roared while Ray squeezed what come remained from his cock onto me. Wesley jerked his dick hard until he started squirting too. He aimed directly for my face, shooting thick ropes onto my mouth and nose. I was coming now too, soaking my hairy stomach with my own creamy seed. Wesley didn't miss an inch of my face. He came on my forehead and got some in my hair and even spooged a big wad into one of my eyes.
"Sorry!" he said coyly and ran to get a towel. Ray giggled while I wiped my face off. Then they started kissing so I just got up and grabbed a shower. Although that was really hot, I couldn't help but feel extremely dirty afterwards.
I no longer masturbate to my roommate and his boyfriend--or to any men for that matter. Occasionally I'll read a story or two about bi-sexual men experimenting with gay people but that's as far as I'll go now. I can also honestly say I never, ever, EVER want another dick that close to my face EVER again. I had my fill.