I think I posted a story here about two years ago talking about such a subject. My roomate(s) used to do it all the time. I think one of my roomates had an unstated thing about it with me. I kinda wondered about it, but never said anything.
My freshman year roomate used to do it and try to hide it. Like he'd do it under his sheets when we had both of our beds on the same wall. I didn't see anything, cause my head was facing his head and I just was watching the TV. Heard the squeeking. Then when our beds were on opposing walls, he used to do it in front of his computer which was (lo and behold) beside my TV...He used to turn my TV off and jack off. I'd wake up and he'd quickly cut off his computer and make a dash for our bathroom (we had one in our room).
My sophomore year roomate used to do it at night. I guess he figured we were cool enough or something. I dunno. We never talked about it. He used to do in the morning though. Almost EVERY morning. The bed would start squeeking hard and he'd just throw his covers off and go to work. I'd wake up, but not move cause I was kinda weirded out at first. I was like "This dude is REALLY not doing this." Sometimes he'd do it at night, and our beds were on opposing walls and my TV was in the Center of the room, so I'd see him doing it while I was watching TV. And I'd just act like I didn't see anything at all. Sometimes I wondered if he waited for me to come in to do it. Maybe so he wouldn't get caught, but I've caught him sometimes like that too. He'd try to act like he was sleep and leave his "tent" up. (He was kinda small...well maybe not small, but smaller than me. He was prolly average now that I think about it.) I'd just walk by and hop on my bed and go to sleep.
I can't lie though. I got caught one time. I was looking at porn at a time he was normally out for class. He tried to stand up and hide it under my T-Shirt, but it was like so obvious. I wasn't wearing any underwear, just a big T-Shirt. So it was just sticking straight out and up and he just like walked in, walked behind me, and went to the bathroom and I fixed myself up. When he came out, we just conversed like nothing happened.
After a while, he started just doing it in the morning like, I got up every morning around the same time...and around that same time he'd be jacking off. Covers thrown off and everything. He'd proceed to nut on himself, clean himself off, and then act like he was sleep. I'd wait a couple of minutes and then get out of bed. One morning he was doing it, I was like "fuck...I gotta go to the bathroom. He had his covers off and everything and he just like froze up. I went to the bathroom, and when I came out he was acting like he was sleep. Facing in my direction. So I hopped in the bed, and I was like "well shit...I wonder how he'd like it if I was doing it!" (not in an anticipatory way. I guess I was trying to get him to stop so I wouldn't have to deal with it every morning) So I threw back the covers and I went to work. And then I glanced over and saw him staring at me...kinda weirded me out. He closed his eyes real quick and tried to act like he ain't see nothing, but I saw him looking. I finished up and just turned over.
We never talked about any of those times, but after that it was like he didn't care if I was awake or not. Sometimes I'd wake up and turn on my TV and sit up, and he'd be on his bed on the phone/watching TV and just going at it. He did it a couple of times when one of my really close friends was over too. I guess by that time we were just that cool. Ain't really care.
Though a lot of that weirded me out, I must admit that was the coolest roomate I ever had. We tried to be roomates again the next year, but I stayed with him and another one of his friends and they used to smoke weed all the time. I couldn't deal so I moved out. But I gotta say, that was "my nigga".
...and I can say that cause I'm black.
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...biatch.
