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My exhibitionist room mate - part 1


Hey, it's not like I am prude or anything, but I was surprised when I met Mike for the first time.  I opened the door to my dorm room and there was Mike standing in the room naked.  I thought I had walked on him changing or something, so I started to apologize, "Hey, I am sorry.  Didn't know you were changing."  

"No, it's okay.  I wasn't changing, just unpacking my stuff.  I hope you don't mind I took this desk and bed," he pointed to the bed on the right.  

"No, ahh, that's fine."  I was still dumbfounded to see this naked guy standing in my room.  "I'm Tim, Tim Matthews."  I held out my hand.  

He took it and shook it.  "Mike, Mike Peters," he said pumping my hand.  He was about the same height as I was, six feet two inches.  He was lean and muscled, with light brown hair that was a bit shaggy.  He had a patch of hair on his chest between his pecs.  He had a trail of hair that led from his navel down to his cock.  A thatch of straight brown hair framed a cock that hung limp about 4 inches down over two egg-sized nuts.  His legs and arms were covered with fine brown hairs that were not thick but readily apparent.  

I took all this in, in a matter of seconds.  He let go of my hand and asked, "What high school did you go to?"  He turned his back to me and I saw his well-muscled back and butt.  His butt had the same fine hair on it.  

"I went upstate to Tech, and you?"

"I went to good old JFK."  He chuckled, "I wonder how many high schools are named, JFK or MLK, etc?"

So he hadn't told me which JFK he went to.  I tried to be civil, "So did you do any sports?"

"Some basketball, and track, but I liked swimming the most.  And you?" he said, turning back to face me.  

"I ran the mile and relays and swam as well."  

"Maybe that's why they roomed us together."  

"Yeah."  I started unpacking then.  He kept up a running conversation while he put away his stuff, set up his computer, speakers, bed, etc.  He was not at all ill at ease about being naked in front of me.  

Now don't get me wrong, as I said, I am not a prude, but I wasn't used to having a naked guy standing next to me other than in a locker room.  And I am not homophobic.  In fact, I have found myself looking at guys in the locker room more than once.  I have even wondered about sex with a guy.  Again, don't jump to conclusions; I have had my share of girls, well one girl.  I got laid at least once or twice in high school.  Now, it was the same girl.  It wasn't like I was out scoring with a different girl every week.  Kim was pretty steady with me and was fun to be with.  

But back to Mike, he did put on some shorts and a t-shirt to head down to dinner, but when we got back upstairs, he slipped them off and went back to being naked.  I guess he saw the questioning look on my face and said, "Okay, I'll tell you.  I just like being naked.  If I am in my room, I am naked.  I hope it doesn't freak you out or anything."  

"No, it's okay by me, just unusual."  He stayed naked and only put on a robe to go to the bathroom down the hall and then it wasn't tied too tight.  

When it was time to go to bed, I stripped to my boxers and went to bed; he climbed onto his bed and lay naked on top of it.  I couldn't get his image out of my mind.  I had looked up throughout our time in the room, like I wanted to see if he was really still naked.  

After the first couple of days, we settled into a routine.  He put on clothes only to go to class, meals, anytime he was out of the room, otherwise he was naked.  A robe to go to the bathroom on the floor and that was it.  It got so I didn't notice quite as much.  

I did feel I couldn't bring people back to my room because of Mike, but then he would bring guys back to his room and strip as soon as he was in the room.  He just carried on a conversation or worked on the computer or whatever with them.  

More and more I would wander around in my boxers in my room.  Then about a week or two after we moved in, I came home one afternoon and he was laying on his bed, naked, stroking his rigid cock.  

I started to apologize and turned to leave, when he said, "It's okay.  Don't leave.  It's your room, too."  He made no attempt to cover his cock or hide it.  He did remove his hand from it.  It was thick and about 7 inches long, and the head was wet.  

I looked up from his cock to his face and kind of stammered, "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt."

"No problem, and don't be embarrassed, I am not.  All guys jack off; it is just a normal thing.  Or don't you jack off?"  

I looked him in the face and got kind of silly grin on my face, "Yeah, I jack off.  I just usually don't do it where I will be caught 'red handed.'" And chuckled a bit.  

"Yeah, like at night when you think I am asleep or when you wake up with morning wood and you think I am still asleep."  My mouth dropped open.  

"No, it's not like I am spying on you, but it is kind of difficult not to notice when you sleep about 3 feet away from my bed.  And you aren't always so quite."  

"Oh," I managed to say.  

"Hey, it's cool.  I understand.  If you want me to stop, I will, I don't want to embarrass you."  

What could I say?  "No, it's okay, go ahead, do whatever you need to do."  

"Okay, if you are sure you don't mind."  Without waiting for an answer he went back to stroking his cock.  He lifted a book and read some and stroked and then he put the book down after a bit and concentrated on pumping his cock.  Soon he was moaning and stiffening his legs and then he began to shoot.  I really didn't mean to look, but with the sounds of pleasure coming from his bed, I had to look, right?

He shot several times across his chest as he stroked the loads out of his cock.  His balls had drawn up tight against his cock.  He shuddered a bit and then shook his cock a couple of times to get the strings of cum off of it.  "Wow, that was good.  Thanks for letting me finish."  

He reached down and wiped up his cum and put it to his lips and licked his fingers clean.  He did that several times.  He looked over at me and smiled.  "I just love the taste of my cum."  He licked his finger one more time.  "Come on don't tell me you've never tasted your own cum!"  He waited for me answer.  

For some stupid reason I blushed, "Yeah, I have tasted it."  

He laughed, picked up a schoolbook and went back to studying.  His cock went limp and glistened a bit on his stomach.  I couldn't get the image of him stroking off out of my mind.  After about 30 minutes or so of thinking about this, I headed off to the bathrooms and sat in a toilet stall and when everyone was out of the place, jerked off.  

I felt like if he could get off, so could I.  It didn't take me long before I was shooting my load into the toilet.  I wiped up the last of the cum that dripped off my cock and brought it to my lips.  I had wanted to taste it before I shot, but now it was difficult to do.  I wiped off my finger, pulled up my pants and headed back to the room.  

Mike was, of course, still naked lying on his bed.  I went back to my desk, got on my computer and worked on a paper I had due.  At some point, Mike turned off his light, said, "Goodnight," and turned over and went to sleep on top of his covers, his naked backside facing me.  

I looked at it and noticed how the hair on his butt went in a pattern that was mirrored on the other side.  Not like he had a lot, it was fine brown hair and stood out in contrast to his white ass.  

I stared at him for a bit and then went back to work.  After a while I grew tired, I turned off the computer, lights, stripped to my boxers and got in bed under the covers.  I read for a bit, but was tired and turned off the reading light and was quickly asleep.  

When I woke in the morning, I remembered having dreams of naked people and the images were fading as I woke up more, but was Mike in them?  I had morning wood and looked over to see if Mike was still sleeping.  He appeared to be.  So I slipped my boxers down and started stroking my cock under the covers.  It felt so good to wrap my hand around it and stroke it.  I liked a firm grip with my left hand and with my right played with my balls.  I also liked to run the head of my cock back and forth on the sheets that covered me.  The friction was such a delicious feeling.  

I was really getting into it and glanced over to make sure Mike was still asleep to see him watching me and smiling.  I started to stammer out something, when he said, "Look, it's okay.  I said I was fine with it last night.  It doesn't bother me at all that you are jerking your cock."  His own cock was hard and he had his hand on it.  "See I woke up with a woody as well."  He pushed his cock up as he said this.  

"So you don't have to hide under the covers and jerk off. It's okay.  We are both guys and there is nothing wrong with it."  But I didn't uncover my cock, but my cock, which has softened a bit at his discovery, was getting hard again.  

"Suit yourself.  But I am going to jack off now."  He rolled onto his back, got out a book and after reading a couple of pages put it down and really went to work on his cock.  He used his right hand.  Hadn't he used his left hand last night?  And while he stroked it he played with his nipples, squeezing them tightly one at a time.  He would hiss when he squeezed them, but his hand never stopped its work on his cock.  He used his thumb and first two fingers to stroke his cock.

It became sort of a competition then.  I continued to stroke my cock, even if I was?self-conscious of doing so in front of my roommate.  Soon both of us were moaning and going with the pleasure of it.  I know I was getting lost in the sensations.  At some point when I knew I was close I really didn't care who was around because I new the rush was coming fast.  

I pumped away and gently squeezed my balls and soon was shooting hot loads on my chest.  I kept stroking not wanting to lose that wonderful feeling.  When my eyes unclenched and my legs relaxed I look over out the corner of my eye and saw that Mike had shot as well and was milking the head of his cock to get all the cum out.  As before he wiped up some cum and took it to his mouth and licked his fingers clean.  

He looked over at me, smiled and said, "Go ahead, and try it."  I blushed a bit again.  Now that I had cum, I wasn't so bold about what I had done.   But I couldn't woos out.  So I dipped my finger in the puddle on my stomach and then brought it to my lips and licked it clean.  Not bad - salty and all, but not terribly bad.  The whole room smelled like bleach though.  I always thought that cum smelled that way and now with two guys worth in the room, it seemed redolent with the smell.  

I grabbed my sock from under my bed that used to wipe up my cum and wiped up the rest.  I pulled my boxers back up and got out of bed.  I grabbed a towel and my shaving kit and with out another word, headed down to the bathroom to piss and clean up.  

He was never shy about exposing himself.  We would be out making a run for food and he would say something like, "Watch this," and would pull his shorts down or off and ride around naked in the car.  It seemed to get him going because he usually got a hard on when he did it.  He would try to entice me to join him, but didn't seem to mind when I didn't.  I figured I was driving so I needed to concentrate on the road.  But I kept looking over at him, sitting naked next to me stroking his cock.  

One time he kept stroking until he shot a load right there as we drove down the road.  

If we went to a fast food drive through, he might drop something over his cock, but his naked thighs and sides indicated to anyone who looked that he was naked with just a t-shirt or shorts over his cock.  

To be continued!