My hung roommate keeps flashing his dick to me pt. 2
Alex wasnāt home most of Saturday evening, out doing whatever straight guys do on weekends, probably drinking with his buddies or something. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that massive bulge in his briefs or his dick swinging free when he stepped out of the shower. By the time I woke up Sunday, I was half-hoping heād be back to his ārunning lateā shower routine, but nope, when I walked into the living room, there he was, sprawled on the couch in his boxers, sipping coffee and scrolling on his phone.
āMorning, man,ā I said, and gave him a quick pat on the shoulder. āWhereād you disappear to yesterday?ā
āJust out with some friends, hit a bar, crashed at my friendās place. You know, usual shit. What about you?ā
āCleaned this dump, mostly,ā I said, heading to the kitchen to grab some cereal. āPlace was starting to look like a frat house.ā
We laughed, and I came back with my bowl, plopping down on the other end of the couch. We chatted for a bit. Then he stretched, and said, āFuck, itās hot again already.ā
āYeah, dude, no kidding,ā I said. āYou know you can just strip down to your briefs again. You donāt even gotta ask anymore.ā
He grinned, like heād been waiting for me to say it. āYeah, cool, thanks.ā He stood up, pulled off his t-shirt and shorts, and just like that, he was back in those tight briefs, the bulge front and center. I tried to focus on my cereal, but my eyes kept flicking over to it. It was hypnotic, no lie especially after seeing what was underneath. Knowing he was cool with me looking made it even harder to play it off. We kept talking, but I could barely keep up with the conversation, my gaze bouncing between his eyes and that obscene outline.
I wanted to say something about it, maybe joke about the shower incidents or how heās been parading around naked. But I chickened out.
After we finished some chores the heat was getting to me too. I was sweating through my t-shirt. Alex glanced over and said, āDude, just turn on the AC if youāre dying.ā
I couldāve flipped the air conditioner on and called it a day, but my brain went somewhere else. The way heād been so chill about stripping down, the way he didnāt care when I stared, maybe I could push this a little. āYeah, I could,ā I said. āBut Iām thinking I might just lose some layers instead. You cool with that?ā
āWhat, like me? Go for it, man. I donāt care.ā
āAlright, but if itās weird, just say so, yeah? I can stick with the AC.ā
āNah, dude, be comfortable,ā he said. āIām good, promise.ā
I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it to the side. Then, before I could overthink it, I pushed my shorts down, leaving me in just my black boxer briefs. Iām not ripped or anything, but Iām in decent slim shape, and I saw his eyes scanning me up and down.
āThanks, man,ā I said. āFeels better already.ā
We didnāt talk for a minute, just sat there, the air thick with something unspoken. I could feel his eyes on me, sneaking glances at my chest, my smoothly shaved legs. And I was doing the same, watching that bulge shift in his briefs. It was moving, no question, he was getting hard, and he wasnāt doing much to hide it. I could see the outline of his cock starting to strain against the fabric.
My mouth was dry, but I couldnāt hold it in anymore. I had to say something. āDude,ā I said, āthatās, uh, totally normal, you know. No need to stress about it.ā
He knew exactly what I meant, his face going red. āShit, sorry, man,ā he mumbled, āIt justā¦ happens sometimes.ā
āNah, donāt worry about it. Not like I havenāt seen it all week anyway, right?ā
He moved his hand away, letting the bulge stay in full view. āYeah, guess youāre right.ā The outline was clear now, his dick was hard, tucked against his leg, stretching the briefs to their limit. I couldnāt believe how big it looked, even bigger than when it was soft. My own briefs were getting tight.
āWell, not hard before,ā I said.
He went even redder but laughed, looking down at himself. āYeah, fair. I mean, itās not a big deal.ā He glanced at my chest, then lower, and I swear I saw his eyes linger.
Later that evening, I decided to push it a little further. āYo, if youāre gonna be late again tomorrow with the shower, maybe just take it tonight,ā I said. āDonāt need you getting chewed out at work.ā
āYeah, good call,ā he said, āYou know what? Iāll shower now, and you can go after. No rush tomorrow, right?ā
āDeal,ā I said.
He got up, that hard-on still visible, straining against his briefs as he walked to the bathroom. I sat there, staring at the ceiling. My dick was throbbing, and I had to adjust myself before he came back. When I heard the water shut off, I grabbed my towel but decided to just hold it in my hand, somewhat covering my dick
The door swung open fast. āWell, damn,ā he said. I was standing with my back to the door, so he got a clear view of my bare ass just as he stepped out. I turned around and saw that Alex was stark naked, towel in his hand, not even pretending to cover up. His cock was half-hard, sticking out a bit.
āYeah, well,ā I said. āFeels good to be free, right?ā
He laughed. āYouāre telling me.ā His dick bounced with each step, and I couldnāt stop staring. Then he headed to his room.
I took my shower and jerked off quick under the water. The rest of the night, we hung out in our briefs, watching some movie.
When I was lying in bed, thinking about tomorrow. I wanted to just ask him straight-up, like, āDude, whatās with the show? You know Iām gay, you trying to mess with me?ā Maybe even tell him itās the most impressive dick Iāve ever seen, see how he reacted.
I barely slept that night. It had been a week of him strutting around in his briefs, āaccidentallyā showing off in the bathroom. By the time I finally passed out, it felt like Iād only gotten a couple hours before my eyes snapped open, way earlier than usual, around 6 a.m. I lay there, hugging my pillow. An idea hit me. Alex had been pulling these late shower stunts, practically begging me to walk in on him. What if I turned the tables? What if I was the one surprising him today?
I heard his alarm go off down the hall and I jumped out of bed, grabbed my towel, and headed for the bathroom. I wasnāt even sure heād knock or come looking, but I was gonna take the chance. I stepped into the shower. This was bold, even for me, but after days of him showing off, I wanted to see how heād react if I did something similar.
The second I turned off the water, I heard him knock. I froze for a split second, clutching the towel in my hand. āJust a second!ā I yelled. I dried off fast. No turning back now. I didnāt wrap the towel around me, just held it loosely in one hand, my body completely exposed. I took a deep breath, as I reached for the handle and swung the door open.
And there he was, Alex, standing in the doorway, buck naked. No towel, no briefs, just him, his cock hanging between his legs. His jaw dropped when he saw me, and mine did too. We just stood there, staring, my eyes raking over his body, his broad chest, the trail of hair down his abs, that ridiculous dick was twitching like it was waking up. He was doing the same, his gaze sliding from my chest down to my crotch, then back up, like he couldnāt believe what he was seeing.
Then we both burst out laughing. He leaned against the doorframe, his dick swaying with the movement. āHoly shit, dude?ā he said.
āWellā¦ā I grinned. āWhat?ā
āJustā¦ didnāt expect that.ā
āJust matching your vibe, man.ā
It was wild, standing there naked in front of my roommate, both of us bare as fuck. I felt exposed, sure, but also this crazy rush. My eyes flicked down again, and I saw his cock twitch, starting to lift, getting harder right in front of me. I could feel my own dick reacting.
āYour turn,ā I said, stepping past him. I glanced over my shoulder as I walked away, and sure enough, he was staring at my ass. I didnāt say anything, just kept going to my room to get dressed.
We both got ready and headed out for the day, me to the coffee shop, him to whatever he does at the warehouse.
I got home from work in the evening. I was nervous as hell walking through the door, wondering if things would feel weird with Alex now. He was already home, chilling on the couch in a t-shirt and shorts, scrolling on his phone. The AC was off, and the apartment was warm, but not as brutal as the last few days. We started chatting about our days. Then, out of nowhere, he looked up and blurted, āI really liked seeing you naked this morning.ā
My heart stopped. Like, holy shit, where did that come from? After a second, I swallowed hard and said, āYeah, manā¦ me too.ā I paused, and then it just spilled out. āSorry if this is weird, but dude, youāve got, like, the biggest dick Iāve ever seen.ā
The words fell out before I could stop them. Alex looked shocked for a split second. āFor real? I mean, I know itās big, but ever?ā
āOh, hell yeah,ā I said. āIāve been noticing that bulge in your briefs all week, but seeing it out? Damn, itās something else.ā
He blushed, looking down which was honestly kind of adorable for a guy whoās been strutting around half-naked. āSo, uh, you donāt mind seeing it?ā he said. āI guessā¦ I kinda like when you look. Thatās why Iāve been, you know, like this all week.ā
So he was doing it on purpose. āDude,ā I said, āI donāt mind at all. Honestly, Iām sorry for staring so much, but itās hard not to when itās that big.ā
I could feel my dick stirring in my shorts, so I decided to change the subject. āAlright, cāmon, letās make dinner. Iām starving.ā
We ate, cleaned up, and ended up back on the couch. I turned to him and said, āYo, not to sound like a broken record, but you donāt gotta wear all that if youāre hot.ā
He raised an eyebrow. āOh, yeah? And whyās that? You trying to see it again?ā
Fuck, he had me. I laughed, playing it off. āWellll,ā I said, dragging it out like I was thinking hard, āI mean, if you want to, Iām not gonna complain.ā
āWhat about me, then?ā
āWhat about you?ā I asked.
āIf you get to see me naked, can I see you?ā he said. āYou gotta be feeling hot too, right?ā
āOkay, deal.ā
āGood,ā he said, standing up. āCause I donāt wanna be the only one naked.ā He pulled off his shirt and shorts quick, his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his briefs. I could see the outline of his dick, already hard, straining against the fabric like it was fighting to get out.
āDude, I donāt care if itās hard,ā I said. āI know how dicks work.ā
He slid his briefs down, and I swear it was like slow motion. The shaft came into view, thick and veined, inch after inch, until the head popped free and his cock snapped up, pointing straight at me. It was fucking massive, hard, standing proud, the head flushed and shiny.
āHoly fuck,ā I said out loud, my jaw practically on the floor.
āWhat?ā he said.
āSorry, dude,ā I laughed. āItās justā¦ youāre huge. I donāt even know what to say.ā
āThanks,ā he said, sitting back down on the couch. His dick was still pointing up.
I couldnāt let the moment pass. āYou ever measure it?ā I asked.
āYeah, who hasnāt? Itās just under nine inches hard, like seven soft.ā
āDamn,ā I said. āThatāsā¦ intimidating.ā
I stood up, my hands shaking a little as I pulled off my shirt, then my shorts. I was down to my boxer briefs, my own dick half-hard and obvious. I unhooked my briefs and let them drop, my cock springing free. Iām not as big as him but Iām decent.
āDamn, dude,ā he said. āYou got nothing to be shy about.ā
I blushed. āThanks, man,ā I said before sitting back down on the opposite end of the couch. āFeels good to justā¦ let it all out, you know?ā
āNo, thank you,ā he said. We sat there for a bit, naked, just staring at tv and then at each other occasionally. His cock was still hard, twitching every now and then, and mine wasnāt much better.
We didnāt have much time left in the night, so we finished the movie. When it was over, I stood up to head to bed, but not before leaning over him to grab my phone from the table he was sitting next to. I got close, my dick not far from his line of sight. āNight, man,ā I said.
āNight,ā he said.
To be continuedā¦.
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