So. Aleksander.
We’re friends. We’re definitely friends. We’re part of a larger friend group, a bunch of the guys who were part of a surfing trip Freshman year. All 10 of us applied to get rooms next to each other this year, so each of us got another as a roommate on the second floor of Garden House. Cool. Aleksander and I weren’t the closest, but he’s a great guy. He’s a big polar bear, grew up in Russia and went to high school in America, loves surfing as much as borscht. His accent is subtle. He said he stopped dropping articles in sophomore year of high school — now it’s mostly his intonation. He always sounds a little done with the conversation. Despite that, I can always count on him to go surfing with or to have some snacks in his bag.
That is to say, we’re friends but we’re not that close. I was expecting living together to be pleasant. And it definitely is. He keeps his space clean, we have a nicely stocked snack cabinet and we’re not both pissed at each other about the bulky surfboards in our tiny rooms.
But he sleeps in a pair of briefs and nothing else.
I didn’t think it would be a problem. Seriously. I’m an only child and didn’t get a roommate freshman year, so this is my first time really being in a close space with another guy. And it’s true, other guys hang out and sleep in their briefs. Totally normal. I never did, though, and I didn’t even consider Aleksander would do it until our first night together. He stripped to his briefs in front of me like it was nothing.
And I’ve been transfixed.
I really didn’t want to be weird about it. I really wanted to look at his bulge in his underwear, but of course that’s so weird for his roommate and friend to be doing, but I also wanted to be casual about it since this is just a thing guys do. I ended up pulling out my laptop and carrying on a conversation with him, knowing full well his big bulge was right there, six feet away from me.
That’s what it’s been like this past week. Trying not to stare at his bulge.
The worst of it has been the mornings. I wake up at 6:50 every day and he doesn’t get out of bed until like 10:30, and somehow he manages to slough his blanket off of his body so that his bulge is fully visible. He’s softly snoring so I know for a fact he’s asleep and won’t be awake for hours, so the temptation is high to look and know I’d get away with it. I just head to the showers and furiously jerk off instead.
It’s the same story today. I dry myself off, wrap my towel around my waist and bring my little caddy back to our room. I’m past his bulge now, thinking about surfing expeditions we have planned and group projects we have to be at the library for. I walk by him and think nothing of it. I glance down just to prove to myself how over it I am.
And he’s hard. Rock hard in his briefs.
I freeze and grip my towel hard at the side.
I know I shouldn’t look at him. I tell myself that as I stare at his bulge in his briefs. It’s pretty big, pointed to the left side. It looks so full. He’s definitely bigger than me because my bulge doesn’t look like that when I’m hard. Maybe seven inches? Seven and a half? He’s a big guy and it still looks big on him, so maybe even bigger than that. I guess they’re packing in Russia. His shirt is lifted up a little and I can see a bit of his tummy.
I try willing myself to move. My bed is six feet away from his – I can just go get dressed and move on with my day. It’s worse to be staring at him when he’s asleep than if he was awake, because then if he woke up he’d see his roommate staring at his erection while he was sleeping.
It’s so fucking obvious what I should do. Then his erection pulses. It is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It does it again. His fabric shifts for his big cock to move like that. I stand there with my own erection poking my towel outward and watch his cock shift in his underwear.
Then he starts waking up and I am so fucked. There’s movement under his eyelids and a slight shifting of his arms that I barely register because I’m so focused on his dick. But then, with his eyes still shut, he lets out a big yawn and scratches his tummy. “Oh, bro,” he mumbles, “What time is it?”
“Sorry,” I whisper. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“All good, dude.” He opens his eyes and smiles at me. “Were you freakin’ watching me sleep or something?”
“I was just walking to my bed, dude.”
“Yeah?”
I don’t know who the hell I’m trying to fool standing in front of him with an erection in my towel about eye-level with his face. I almost just bail and go back to my bed anyway, and maybe he’ll fall right back asleep and tell me later about this weird dream he had where I woke him up with an erection in my towel.
But then he does something I really don’t expect. He moves his paw down and scratches his bulge. Right under where it curves, he gives it a few good scratches. I follow him with my eyes. I don’t know how I couldn’t.
He grins at me. “You wake up so freakin’ early, man.”
And here’s the test. I could just grin and nod, say something about 8 AM classes, go and get dressed, forget about all this. But I think he’s trying to be casual about it. That’s why he’s making small talk while scratching himself. Touching himself at this point. So as much as I feel like I should get out of here, I take a cue from what my body clearly wants and stay right here. I scratch my erection as well.
He only grins wider and pushes himself back in bed. His paw remains on his bulge. Mine is still on my bulge. We’re making eye contact.
Then he grabs it. He’s not just scratching it, not just stroking it with plausible deniability, he’s grasping his cock in his paw. I grab mine too.
And suddenly we’re stroking together. Jerking ourselves off through a thin layer of fabric. He’s clearly not completely awake, his fur still scruffy and his eyes half open. He lets out a deep breath and sits up, shaking his cock out of the fly of his briefs. He nods at me and I bring mine out through the slit in the towel.
He’s big. My assessment was just about right, a good three or four inches bigger than me. He closes his eyes and enjoys himself – there’s no way in hell I’m not watching him.
We jerk off for long enough to throw off my morning schedule. After a week of furiously jerking off in the shower, this feels so good. I only really thought about his bulge. I never even considered we could be doing this. I have to stave off orgasm multiple times, taking my sweaty paw and wiping it on my towel. It throbs for my touch. Aleksander opens his eyes and smiles at me, giving his cock a good squeeze.
“So you were watching me.”
“Dude!”
“You wanna get in there if you like it so much?”
I get on my knees and stick my face right in his bulge. My nose is laying under his balls, his dick along the length of my muzzle. It smells amazing, a little sweaty from the night but still so good. It looks even better up close. He strokes himself on top of my muzzle and I jerk off under his bed.
Soon enough, he squeezes his legs around me. “I’m gonna fucking cum, bro,” he whispers. The tip of his tail shakes back and forth rapidly as he lets his load out onto my muzzle. He whispers in Russian to himself all the way through until the cum is dripping down onto my nose. That’s more than enough to bring me to orgasm as well. I let it all out into my towel and collapse my head down between his legs.
We both breathe in heavy unison as we recover from what just happened. I pull my head back. He smiles at me one last time.
“Sorry, man. You just showered.”
“It’s fine. I’ll just wipe it off.”
He chuckles. “Next time, you can just touch it. Don’t even wake me up.”