"Fuck, it's my roommate. Hurry."
By the time I finish that sentence he has already grabbed his jeans and rushed into my room, his cock bobbing violently as he makes giant quick and large strides. He makes it to the room and shuts a door just as the door starts opening and the roomate peers in.
I adjust myself a bit to hide whatever I can from the roomie. I maintain composure, though i blush a bit. He's seen me au natural before so wasn't terribly concerned. I had never seen him, though. He's shy but he's a solid guy - in every sense - physically and socially. I'd developed some feelings for him a while back but choked them down when it seemed just futile. I didn't want to ruin our seemingly perfect symbiotic relationship. I wasn't sure of things myself. Moving on...
The Roomate looks at me and then the closed door.
"Company?"
"Yeah, just got back from the gym. He needed to make a phone call so he's in my room."
"Weird" he said, shuffling his bag off his shoulder and plopping it next to the door.
"Yeah, I know" I blushed a bit but shrugged, unhappy with the bullshit I was spinning - it was just so bland - I could've done better.
He sat down next to me to watch some TV. I noticed he didn't sit on the exact opposite end of the couch, his usual move.
"Anything good on?"
"Eh, just flipping around."
"Cool"
It was one of those completely uneventful conversations. I don't think he realized how awkward things could've been had we not heard his keys giving us the warning. Maybe I didn't either? Maybe it would've been cool? Maybe he's cool with that stuff? I start thinking about how it could've played out. My tv watching zones out and I start to daydream a bit, forgetting about the tv, the roommate sitting next to me, and Jimmy the trainer stuck in my room.
I think about him catching me with my hands all over my trainer's cock standing in front of me and the deer in headlights look he would've received. I imagine him smiling a bit and lighting pawing at the front of his pants, standing in the doorway. So hot to think about.
"Dude" the roommate interrupts the train of thought.
I stammer non-verbally and look at him, a bit dazed. He looks at me and looks at my crotch and then at me again.
I had a pretty noticeable tent working - not straight out by any means, but there was definitely an angle in my shorts that only one thing could make. I throw a couch pillow over my junk.
"oh shit, sorry!!" I blush. "Was thinking about something"
He laughs. "Yeah, I'll bet. What's her name?"
"No idea. Just this hottie at the gym. Great body."
"Nice, man."
"Yeah," I pause. Waiting for my hardon to subside. "I better check on my buddy. He's a trainer at the gym. Nice guy."
He nods, uninterested.
I get up from the couch and tuck myself into the waistband. I take the opportunity of getting up to check my roomate out. He's wearing a t-shirt and board shorts. Too baggy and thick to make anything out really but I catch him adjust himself at the precise moment I glance. Strange. I should'n't read into that, though.
"Uh, isn't your buddy gonna see your junk?"
"Nah, it's ok. Got it tucked. It's not that big. I can hide it." I smirk, testing the waters.
"Doesn't look small, man." He tries to focus intently on the tv.
"Yeah" I try not to think more into it.
I get to the door and knock once before entering. I see Jimmy the trainer sitting on my bed, looking a bit nervous, his jeans back on. I close the door behind.
"I'm so sorry man. Don't worry. He doesn't suspect anything. I told him you were on the phone. It's all good."
He smiles, seemingly relieved. I approach him and stand in front of him.
"You ok?" I ask
"Yeah, just was worried. I don't do this kind of stuff normally. You sure he didn't notice?"
"Yeah. He woudl've said something. He's cool."
"Is he as big as you?" He asks, perking up a bit
"I seriously have no idea. He's hot, though. Pretty sure he's not into guys, though. Not really sure, though."
"Here, take my phone number." I listen and enter it in as Jimmy the Trainer
"Here's mine."
"Cool. I should get going. Uh, thanks, though." He says, not really sure of himself. He stands up and pauses a bit. Does he think he has to kiss me goodbye? This is awkwardly entertaining. I give him a friendly squeeze on the shoulder. "Yeah, sorry about ... not finishing or whatever." I'm fairly new to this as well, I guess. "It's cool. See you later." He smiles.
He opens my door and heads to the other door and opens it, saying "later" as he leaves in a bit of a hurry.
"Weird, man." my roommate chimes in
"Nah, I think he's just shy"
At this point my dick's not done for the day. He's in a bit of a perma-semi state. My briefs cause it to swan-neck down and track it down the side of my leg, letting it bulge a bit. It's noticeable if you look. I plop back down on the couch, wanting to make sure I let the roomie know everything's cool whether he questioned it or not.
We watch TV for a few minutes. I notice a bit of tension in the air. I glance at him occasionally.
Without warning he chimes in, "You know I'm cool with that stuff, right?"
I felt immediately nervous. "Uh, with what?"
He's not looking at me, but looking at the tv. "You know, hooking up with other dudes."
I'm dumbstruck. I thought I was smoother than this! I pause, not knowing what to say.
"What?!" I feebly try to deny it.
"C'mon, i walk in and hear a guy rush to your room and close the door. Then you walk in to get him and he runs out."
"No, really, he was just a-a- had-had to ..."
I give up.
"Sorry" I say, a bit defeated. "You're not mad or weirded out, right?"
"Not at all, man. It's cool" He's still not really looking at me. I'm a little upset about how cool he is. Do I want him to be upset? Did I expect some pushback on this? Fuck, I don't know. My mind is racing.
"Really?"
"Yeah, it's totally cool. Been there."
What? He's been there? The fuck? Why did this never come out during our random drunken conversations at 3am?
"No fucking way. Really?"
"Yeah, man. I'm no prude."
"Dude, I've been living with you for two years. Never had an inkling. You hiding this on purpose?"
"Kinda, yeah. I messed with a roomate before. It got ugly. Didn't want to mess up what we had."
I'm thrilled. "Really? Uh, that's kinda why I made sure never to lead on that I was into this."
I start looking at him, staring intently for a physical sign that he was interested. I hold my gaze at his crotch a bit long and he catches me.
"Yeah. It's cool, though."
I know he's noticed me looking at him. He doesn't say anything. I notice some movement in his board shorts. I slide a bit closer to him. He makes the same move toward me, shifting his hip near me.
"So, did you like my trainer?" I smirk, happy to know that things just got interesting but trying to relieve a bit of the obvious tension
"Yeah man, he's fucking hot."
"Yeah"
My mind fails to find further things to say. My dick has been teased all day. I need something to happen. I slide over a bit more, our hips are nearly touching at this point. I put my hand on his knee, touching the end of his trunks. I rub his leg a bit from the knee to about mid thigh, waiting for a response ...