#gay roomate

My college roommate was impossibly straight but that didn’t stop me from fantasising, he was the definition of a jock and he knew it… he was every little gay boys wet dream. The fact that I was gay it didn’t put him off chilling in his underwear if I was home or not… in fact I think he kinda like it… teasing me that is. I couldn’t count the times I had walked in on him jerking off or having sex with girls, his reaction was always the same: he would give me a smirk as my face turned red and then carried on as if he wasn’t interrupted. With the image of his cock imprinted in my mind, I would rush to the toilets to jerk off, unable to control my raging boner over him. There was something about his confidence that turned me on even more. I’d dream about the day he would ask me to experiment with him, sucking his gigantic cock or letting him fuck me until he realised how much tighter I was than any girl he has fucked before. I would be his dirty little secret and he would be my proudest achievement.