I had a direct line of sight into the bathroom. That is to say, the apartment we shared had a window in the bathroom that overlooked a small air shaft, and also overlooking that shaft was the window directly above the bed in my small room. This seemed an annoyance, the light being flicked on in the night always woke me up and the sound of flushing was only inches through the wall from my head. It wasn't until one day, sitting up in bed reading, that I happened to glance out the window when the light came on, and there he was; my extra hot, completely straight roommate, getting ready for his shower.
I'd carried a torch for him for the longest time, but was also good friends with him and so I never tried to act on any feelings. He was tall, 6'4", with big hands and feet. His face was long with a large nose, full plump lips, and a beautiful head of wavy brown hair. His big barrel chest produced a deep, rich voice, so sexy that it was hard not to be half hard while talking to him. In short, this guy was sex on legs, and the steady stream of hookups and short term girlfriends made it clear that he was smooth as well.
Through the window, from my position, I could only make out the very upper part of his torso, and his handsome face. As he brushed his teeth, I could see his pecs bouncing, the muscles in his arms flexing. His shoulders were so rounded connecting to his strong neck and wide chest. His upper body seemed to be mostly hairless, except for thick patches surrounding each of his large, dark nipples. He'd been trying to grow out a beard recently, and it had been several months since he shaved, but it was coming in a little patchy. He refused to trim it though, so it had a scraggly look to it, which I found even hotter than a completely full beard. I saw him spit, and move in to the shower, closing the curtain behind him. Glimpsing him that morning made it click in my mind, that I could finally, and easily, see him naked. I had to test it first.
I took the opportunity the next day I off, while he was at work. First, I stood up on my bed in the corner, to see if I had a better line of sight. I found that from this vantage point I was able to see anybody using the toilet, the sink, or getting into the shower; in other words, perfect. Then, to see if I'd be visible from here, I propped a long body pillow up in the corner, draped in a white sheet. I figured that if Ik kept the lights in my room dark and white wasn't an obvious color from the bathroom, then I'd obviously be fine dressed in darker clothes, which I normally wore. It looked perfect from the bathroom; with my lights off and the bathroom lights on, I couldn't see a thing in my room. I also realized that the bathroom window could be opened a smidge, and from that angle nobody could see clearly through to my window, meaning if they did try to look out into the shaft I'd have time to get down. I was all set.
The next morning, I was woken by the bathroom light being flicked on. I knew this was my chance, my first sight of his naked body. I carefully got into my position, and saw him. The window was still slightly ajar, and with him having started the shower already, the upper part was fogged up. Through the glass I could only see the blurred pink outline of his torso and arms, the darkness of his beard. But through the open window I could see his cock and balls, clearly and without any obstruction, as he pissed a long morning piss.
It was one of the most perfect, beautiful cocks I've ever seen. Completely flaccid, it hung easily 6 inches, a smooth and uniformly very thick shaft with a fat mushroom head through which streamed a heavy and loud flow of morning piss. This perfect shaft hung down over his balls, heavy and full and weighing down the big, loose sac. The head of his cock only overhung his beautiful lowhangers by an inch, and the whole delicious package was framed by a sparse, short scattering of light brown pubes, and his thick thighs. I had already been hard just getting into position, and anticipating this view, but as soon as I saw how truly massive he was, even soft, and just how perfect it looked, I started leaking precut like a sieve. When he shook his cock off after pissing, flopping it around and smacking it against one hand, I came hard in my underwear, shooting a thick and heavy load and almost buckling over from the intense pleasure.
I knew I had to see more. Maybe I could see him hard? But how? It's hardly the kind of thing to engineer, and I wasn't about to go full perv and get a hidden camera. It seemed I'd have to be patient, and wait for the right opportunity. He did have a lot of girls over, after all, and maybe I could catch him going to the bathroom during one of his trysts, half hard from having just fucked a girl, or pissing mid sex with a full boner, or even just drunk and horny with a fluffed up cock.
This feeling turned out to be correct. A few days after this, I was at home on a weekend night when I heard the door open. It was pretty late, and I heard him and a girl drunk whispering and giggling with each other, moving towards his bedroom and gently closing the door. Only a few minutes after that I started to hear some deeply erotic sounds. The rustle of clothing being taken off, the moans of an intense sounding makeout growing in intensity, a soft slurping paired with his deep and lusty groans. I heard her whisper
"Oh my god, it's so big."
Hearing that forced another huge glob of precum to leak from my swollen head, my erection untouched but primed to shoot. Now I could tell by the sounds they were beginning to have sex; the girl let out a small series of pained sounding whimpers, punctuated by little yelps and ending in a louder, half scream as he must have sank his cock to the root, joined by his own long and deep moan. Whoever this girl is, she was vocal once he sank into her, asking him in louder tones to fuck her harder, quietly screaming how much she loved his "big fat cock," and he didn't fail to join in with her vocalizing, telling her how good she felt around him and how well she took his cock.
By now I was stroking myself, almost constantly on edge and leaking like a sieve. I tried as best I could to match the tempo of his rough fuck by the sounds the pair were making, speeding up with the rough panting and yelping and slowing down with the longer, more desperate moans. I could tell they were coming to a climax soon, the cries getting more urgent. She began crying that she going to cum, and he encouraged her in his deep voice to cum for him. As she screamed out her intense orgasm his grunts got louder and louder, and I heard him almost yell out
"Oh fuck oh fuck, I'm going to cum baby, I'm going to fucking come."
Seconds after his warning he screamed out, a long and loud series of grunts and moans. He came so loudly I thought he'd for sure wake up the neighbors, but if he did nobody ended up complaining. I heard her encourage him, saying,
"Cum on me! Shoot on my face!"
I can only assume he complied, but it was her subsequent comment on the mess of it that made me realize how heavy of a load he must have shot, a fact which, paired with the ragged remnants of his loud orgasm cry, made me shoot my own load, splattering in thick white ropes on my hairy chest. It was then I heard him say:
"I'll be right back, I just have to go to the bathroom."
This was it! The noise show was an extremely welcome surprise, but this is what i'd been hoping for, the possibility of viewing his erect monster cock.
Quickly getting into position, I watched as he opened the door and flicked on the light. He was completely nude, and still fully erect. Already huge when soft, he now had easily 10 rock hard inches of cock, wrist thick in this state, bobbing in front of him as he walked. The skin was smooth on the completely straight shaft, the girth entirely uniform and the head swollen and sensitive. A small smear of cum still clung to the wide piss slit. His balls still hung tight to the the base of his mighty cock, and I watched intently as he worked to angle his persistent erection into position to take a post sex piss. The muscles and the erection, still clenched from his powerful fuck, forced the piss out in short heavy spurts that splashed loudly in the bowl. It was almost like he was cumming piss.
My erection had never gone down, and as he finished draining his monster cock, softening now but still engorged, shaking it vigorously and milking out the final drops with a careful few strokes and swirls of the head, I came again, shooting a smaller but still copious load onto the bed below where I stood upright.
It was one of the most thrilling experiences, seeing this enormous dick completely hard, a mighty tool on the hottest guy. Being around him now I was almost always hard, seeing him walk around half naked in our un-air conditioned apartment, his furry belly glistening with sweat, a hint of pubes emerging from the waistband of his short boxer briefs, which he wore in either gray or white, both colors perfectly accentuating the obvious curves and bulges of his substantial package. Sitting on the couch, they pulled around his massive balls so clearly you could see the cleft in between them, the head of his cock clearly visible below the thin fabric. His smell was amazing, a manly stench of sweat and hormones, permeating the apartment and intoxicating me.
One night, he had another girl over, but she must have changed her mind because she left shortly after they arrived back home. After I heard the door close, I saw the light flick on in the bathroom. He was standing there, again fully erect, but this time he was jacking off. He must have been so horny he had to relieve it immediately, his pants were only partially pushed down and his underwear hung just below his swaying ballsac. He fucked one fist while his other hand was pushed under his shirt, playing with his nipples, it looked like. As he stroked himself his balls swung heavily, back and forth, and as his tempo increased, he brought his other hand into play, fucking his thick cock with both fists, the head still sticking out from the top of his two hands.
A steady stream of shiny precum flowed from his head, and even through the glass I could hear the squelching of his wet masturbation. He was not wasting time with this cum, his pace just continued to speed up until finally he aimed his cock down at the toilet bowl and, let loose a steady series of 12 heavy looking shots of thick, white cum, each accompanied by a low grunt. I came alongside him, stifling my own cries of pleasure. Hopefully, I see him again soon...