Date: Mon, 5 Jun 2006 10:34:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Exhibtionish Roommate - Chapter 12

My mouth got very dry as I headed towards the door.

I looked back over my shoulder one last time before opening the door.  Mike
was sitting at his desk with the chair facing towards the door.  He was
smiling and nodding for to go on and open the door.  The fact that he was
naked, too, did little to ease my discomfort.  My cock was already nearly
hard - pointing nearly straight ahead, and soon it would be pointing to the
ceiling.

I felt a trickle of sweat roll down from my right armpit as I reached for
the doorknob and my heart started pounding.  I realized my palm was slick
with sweat as well, as I gripped the doorknob.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for a second.  Then I turned the
knob and pulled the door open, trying to hide behind the door a bit.  But
it had to be obvious to the delivery guy standing there that I was naked.
His eyes got wide as he scanned my body from head to toe and back up.

He swallowed and said, "Delivery for Tim?" he said it as if he wasn't sure
he had gotten to the right room.  He even looked from the number on the
door to his delivery slip.

I managed to ask, "How much?" blushing as he took another glance up and
down my body.

He stammered out the amount and I handed him some money, which he traded
for the box of food.  I now had to step out from behind the door to take
the box, giving the guy full view of my naked body as he handed back
change.  His eyes got wider as he took in my boner.  He put the change into
the box.

As I stood there with the box of food, there was now nothing that he
couldn't see, including my shaved crotch.  He stood staring until I kicked
the door closed and turned to face Mike, who was trying not to laugh at my
situation.  Then I realized, "I forgot to give him a tip."

Mike chuckled, "Shall I call him back so he can return or do you think he
already got his tip?"

I sat the box of food down on Mike's desk and said, "I think he got enough
of a tip," seeing my rigid cock pointing to the ceiling.  "Why did you make
me do that?"  Then I thought and said, "And why did I do what you told me
to do?"

Mike looked at me and then back to the food he was unpacking, "I told you
to do it, because I think you get off on exposing yourself to others."  He
looked at me, again and smiled, "And why you did it?  Well, it may be
because you wanted to, or you like being told what to do, or you wanted to
please me.  I really don't know the answer.  I think, my opinion, is that
it is a bit of all of it, judging by the condition of your cock," he said,
reaching out and pushing it down nearly 180 degrees and letting it snap
back up.

I flinched as my cock hit me in the stomach.  I had to think about what he
said, he might be right.  He handed me my food, which I ate down without
tasting.  My cock wanted attention and food was not giving it any.

I looked over and saw that Mike had dribbled some of the sauce across his
crotch.  My mouth watered and I licked my lips.  This was food my cock
seemed to want.  I finished eating quickly as I watched his crotch and the
sauce collect there.

I put my empty box down, moved over and knelt between his legs, put my head
in his lap and licked up the spilled sauce.  I licked it out of his thick
crotch hairs, enjoying the texture of his hair as I combed through it with
my tongue.  Then I licked across his balls and his dick, cleaning him up.

He ruffled my hair as I did this and said, "That's nice.  I guess I better
spill something every time we eat. I can see you cleaning me up like this
in the cafeteria."

My balls tightened up and my cock twitched at that comment.  My heart,
which had calmed down from the incident with the delivery guy, sped up
again.  I raised my head from his crotch and looked at him in shock.  "I,
ah, you wouldn't, ah ...." I couldn't get it out.

"Not ready to suck my cock in the cafeteria, yet?"  He smiled again and
ruffled my hair, again.  I really caught the 'yet' in his question and felt
a wave of panic, which I thought I had overcome, wash over me.

"No, Mike, I am not."  I tried to say it without emotion, but the
hesitation came through.

"Tim, it's okay.  I was just kidding.  You have to learn my sense of humor.
But I want to share you with others.  I want them to see how beautiful and
wonderful you are," and he rubbed my head again.  I put my head back into
his crotch and licked his heavy cock again.

"And as much as I want you to suck my cock again, I think you have had
enough excitement for the evening.  I think it is time we get you in bed.
You have to get back to classes tomorrow."  I looked up at him and he
laughed, "You look just like a puppy dog that has been told it is time to
come in.  Such sad eyes."  He smiled and lifted my arms, wanting me to
stand.

Once I was standing, he cleared up all the trash and put it in the
wastebasket.  Then he went back to his bed and lay down.  He patted the bed
next to him and I eagerly climbed in beside him.  I slid into him, back
first, letting him spoon up against me.  He reached around me and gripped
my still rock-hard cock.  I moaned as he squeezed it.

"Tomorrow, you might be able to cum again," he whispered into my ear,
reading my mind, once again.

He turned off the light and I lay there feeling his warmth, listening to
him breath and enjoying the feeling of his hand wrapped around my cock.

***

It was lunch in the dorm cafeteria; Mike was sitting across from me eating
a BBQ sandwich, with sauce dripping off of it.  I bent and looked under the
table.  He had his fly unbuttoned, unzipped and spread wide, exposing his
beautiful cock.  BBQ sauce was splattered across it and his balls.

Mike caught me looking and smiled, when I raised my head again.  "Take off
your t-shirt," he said.  I looked around and saw a room full of students.
But, I lifted my shirt and pulled it off over my head.  I sat it on the
table next to us.

He looked me in the eyes and said, "Now, push your shorts down to your
ankles."  He had his special smile on and all I could do was hook my thumbs
into the waistband of my shorts and raising my butt off of the bench,
pushed them down as far as I could until they dropped to the floor.

I was now sitting naked in the cafeteria and I was rock hard and beginning
to drip.  I know I blushed as a guy came and sat down next to me.  When I
looked at him, I saw it was the delivery guy.  He was checking me out as he
sat his tray on the table.

He reached down and put his hand on my thigh and my cock jerked.  He moved
his hand until it was resting at the base of my cock.  My whole body
shuttered.

Another guy sat down on the other side of me.  It was Pete and he reached
around and was rubbing his hand up and down my ass.  He moved until his
fingers were tracing up and down my crack.  He began to circle his finger
around my hole and the other guy reached down and cupped my balls.

"Tim, I need you to clean me up," Mike said.  He swiveled in his seat,
waiting for me.  I didn't want to leave the attention of these two guys,
but I had to do what he said.  I mumbled an apology and stood up.

It seemed that the entire cafeteria was staring at me, which only made my
cock pulse and drip more.  I blushed again, as I moved to the other side of
the table and knelt between Mike's legs.  I lowered my head to his lap and
began to clean the sauce from his crotch.

His cock began to grow and I began to focus on it.  I went to work on it
with fervor.  I heard guys egging me on, "Go for it!" and "Suck him dry,"
and "Can you believe he is doing that?"

I was pumping my own swollen cock as I worked on Mike's cock doing
everything I knew he liked.  I realized that I could see out of the sides
of my eyes that guys had gathered round watching me kneel there naked,
sucking his cock.  I closed my eyes and went back to working on Mike's
cock.  It continued to swell and I took more and more of it, until I was
deep-throating him.

I could tell he was getting close and so was I.  I was working away on his
cock when I heard him say, "Now, Tim."

I fisted my cock furiously, then and sucked fervently on his cock wanting
us to cum together.  "Now, Tim."

The guys standing around us started in on the chant as well, "Tim! Tim!
Tim!" and Mike began blasting down my throat, and 4 guys were shooting cum
all over my face and I was getting ready to shoot, "Tim!  Tim!  Tim!"

And someone was shaking me and I was pumping furiously, wanting it to
happen, and waiting for the rush.

"Tim!  Tim!  Wake up, Tim!"  Mike was shaking me and I wanted to cum before
I took my mouth off of his cock.  I was pumping away.

"Wake up!"  He nearly pushed me off of the bed as I struggled out of sleep
and my dream.  I had my hand wrapped around my cock and stroking.

"Okay, I am here," I said, opening my eyes and trying to look at Mike.  He
was smiling, but there was concern in his eyes.

"Are you okay?  You were moaning in your sleep and humping your hand like
mad.  You made slurping sounds, moaning and groaning.  I thought you were
having a nightmare!"

"I was dreaming, but I don't think it was a nightmare, although," trying to
grasp the remains of the dream, "it was not so good in some parts,"
catching an image of me naked and hard in the cafeteria.

He was rubbing my arm, after he had pulled it off of my cock.  "Go back to
sleep.  It's okay.  Probably the late night food," he chuckled.  I turned
over and faced him and snuggled as close I could get to him.  I put my hand
on his ass and pulled him close to me.  Our faces were only an inch apart.

I was looking into his eyes as he closed them, made a swallowing gesture
with his mouth and snuggled under the covers closer to me, my cock poking
him in the belly.  He reached down and adjusted it so it was pointing up
and wedged between us.

I lay like that for a bit, listening to his breathing slow down as he
drifted off to sleep.

I watched him sleep for a while, watching his eyes move and mouth twitch.
My cock was still rigid against him and it felt so good to have the warmth
of him against it.  It wasn't long before I drifted off into a dreamless
sleep.

Or at least I didn't remember any dreams this time and Mike didn't have to
wake me from the dream.  When I woke Mike had his head propped up on his
elbow watching me.  I blushed again realizing he had been watching me
sleep.

"Wake up sleepy head.  You have to work on that drool thing you do, but
other than that you are pretty cute to watch."  I wiped my chin with my
hand.  It came away wet.  I couldn't remember the last time I had woke up
next to someone other than him.  He was full of so many first for me.  I
didn't want to go to classes, I wanted to spend the day exploring more with
him, trying new things, learning and trying everything I could.  But he was
adamant, "Time to get up, get showered, get breakfast and head out to
classes."

He climbed over me and got out of bed.  He stood and watched as I got out
of bed.  He stood there naked and absent-mindedly scratched his nuts, while
he waited for me to get up.  I look him up and down, enjoying the view of
his nude form.  I stretched, yawned and took in all of him one more time,
before rolling out of bed.  That is when I noticed that I had my usual
morning wood.  Well, maybe it wasn't my usual wood, because I didn't
usually wake up naked next to a naked man.

"Grab your stuff, let's hit the showers," he got his robe, towel, shaving
kit and stood at the door waiting for me.  His robe gaped open and hid
nothing.  I found my robe and wrapped it around me, trapping my cock in the
belt, as I gathered the remainder of my stuff.  I followed him out of the
room and down the hallway to the bathroom.

As before, we took the last two stalls across from each other.  There were
other guys in the other stalls, but Mike still left his curtain part-way
open, so I did the same.  As he lathered up, I did the same, but continued
to watch him.  I couldn't get enough of him.  Even though I had glanced in
each stall as we passed, hoping to catch a glimpse of a naked guy as we
walked by, I still liked that my roommate liked to show off his body.

While I was lathering my hard cock, I began working away on it.  When I
next looked at Mike he was shaking his head and mouthing, "Not yet."  I
removed my hand and rinsed it free of soap.  Then I had to try to relax
enough to piss, because I now knew I needed to go.  Mike looked at me
quizzically and I made a gesture of pissing and he smiled and indicated I
should turn around and let him watch.  I turned around and closed my eyes
and thought of the rushing shower and soon began to piss.

It went up in an arc and hit the back wall and splashed back at me.  I
couldn't imagine that I was doing this for another guy to watch.  It still
struck me how much had changed in a short time as I watched Mike smile and
watch me piss.

When I finished I managed to finish showering, washing my hair and all.  It
still felt so strange, not having hair around my crotch.  I could feel a
bit of stubble coming in and that only seemed to heighten the sensations
there.

We stood and watched each other drying off, then put on our robes and
headed over to the sinks.  Mike had, of course, not tied his robe closed
and I decided to try it as well.  We passed a couple of guys going to and
from the showers and said hello to them.  I noticed one guy that checked
out Mike's open robe and then looked over at me.  His eyes got a little
wider as he took in my shaved crotch.  He raised his eyes to mine and
realized he had been caught; he blushed and hurried on to his shower.  I
made a mental note to find out who he was when I had a chance.

We shaved, combed our hair and brushed our teeth at the sinks.  I kept
looking at Mike in the mirror, enjoying the view through his open robe.  I
had gotten heavy, as Mike would say, but not hard.  When we finished up, we
headed back to our rooms, robes untied.  I was very self conscious as we
walked past our dorm mates as they headed either to the bathrooms or out to
classes.  Most acknowledged us and a couple Mike knew and traded comments
with.  I was very aware of being nearly naked before them as they chatted
and we walked back to our room.

Back in the room, I said, "That is such a rush; walking around like that in
front of guys.  I don't know if I will get used to it."  I thought for a
moment, "Have you ever passed any girls in the hall when you are dressed,
or not dressed, like that?"

"Yeah, and they seem to like it.  They always take a look at my crotch."

"And that doesn't bother you, embarrass you, or anything?"

He laughed, "It doesn't bother me for anyone to see me naked.  I like it.
I am not ashamed of myself and I don't embarrass easily now after all the
shit my brothers pulled."

He hung up his robe, pulled on some shorts, a t-shirt, his flip-flops and
was ready to go.  I dressed in the same type of clothes.  He grabbed his
backpack and handed me a thermos.  It was the thermos with the coke can
full of my piss.  Mike had me put the can in this thermos thing.  "Take
this to the library and put the can in the third floor men's room in the
last stall behind the toilet bowl.  Then I want you to go back about 2
hours later and see if it has been replaced.  If it has, then put the
replacement in the thermos and bring it back here."

I placed the thermos carefully in my backpack and we headed out.  We
grabbed a quick breakfast in the café and then headed out to class.  He
clapped me on the back as we separated to go to our respective classes and
said, "See you around 2, back in the room.  I should have a surprise for
you then."  He winked at me, smiled and headed off to class.

I stopped off at the library on the way to my class, opened the thermos and
put the coke can of piss down.  I felt my cock get heavy at the thought of
someone finding that.  I continued to think about some of the things Mike
had mentioned as I walked to class.  The things he had done with his
brothers.  I wondered what else he had done with them.  In class, I found
it difficult to concentrate on what was being said.  I was looking around
the room at the other guy's in the room, wondering what some of them would
look like naked; if they jerked off; if they had every sucked a guy's cock
or had their sucked; or rimmed; or fucked; or whatever.

My cock rose up and made its presence known as I did this.  I wondered if
any of the other guys around were getting hard thinking about sex or
another guy.  There was one guy with short curly hair two rows in front of
me and to the right a couple of seats.  He had wide shoulders and his
t-shirt clung to his well formed body.  It also had a gap between the
bottom of it and his shorts.  I could see the top of his boxer shorts, a
blue dragon print, showing.  I imagined him standing in front of me, in
just his boxers.  My cock twitched.

I noticed he had hair showing above the waistband, just above where his
crack was.  I wondered how hairy he was.  I continued to watch him to the
exclusion of all else.  I was watching how his muscles moved in his arms
and back as he took notes; how he would reach up and scratch his left ear,
every now and then.  And once he put his pen down and reached over with his
right hand and scratched his left arm pit.  I smiled as he brought his
fingers to his nose and sniffed.

At the end of class, he stood up but then bent over to gather his stuff.
As he did, his boxers rode down a bit on his ass and his hairy crack showed
but only a bit, but it made me hope to see more.  I was carrying my
backpack in front of me as I stood to walk to the exit.  I was following
him down the steps and towards the door.  Suddenly, he turned and bumped
right into me.  I dropped my pack and he moved back, and said, "Sorry, I
forgot something."  He bent and picked up my backpack and stood back up.
My shorts were severely tented; he couldn't help but notice.

He handed me my pack and smiled.  He had dazzling green eyes.  "My name is
Rick.  Sorry to be such a klutz."  He held out his hand.  I took the pack
from him with my left hand and took his hand and shook it.

"I'm, ah, Tim." I managed to stammer.

He chuckled, "Not sure of the name?" he pushed past me, back to his seat to
retrieve a notebook on the floor.  He turned to me, "Nice to meet you, ah,
Tim." He had a twinkle in his eyes as his glanced traveled up and down my
body.  I blushed realizing my erection had not gone unnoticed.  He put his
notebook into his pack, shouldered it and headed back towards me.

I stood there, rooted to the spot, as he walked back up to me.  "You live
on campus?" he asked.

"Yeah, ah, yeah.  In Washington." I stammered again, tongue tied.

"Hey, I live next door in Jefferson.  Maybe we can get together and study
sometime.  I mean I need to pass this class and we have a big test coming
up."  He looked me in the eyes.

"Yeah, ah, that would be great."

"Okay, I am in room 312.  My roommate is out on Thursday nights, so why
don't we plan on studying then?"  He waited for my reaction.

I swallowed, found my mouth very dry, and said, "Sounds good."

"Great!  Hey, what happened to your eye?"  He seemed concerned.

"Ah, ran into a door," I said lamely.

"I would think that you would hit many door with that bumper," he said
pointing to my crotch.  He must have meant my cock would act as a bumper,
keeping me away from doors.

I blushed and worked my mouth but nothing came out.

"Okay, I have to run to my next class, but I'll see you for study time
tomorrow night," he reached around my backpack and gave my cock a squeeze.
"And maybe he can come out to play," he winked as he looked me in the eye
and then slipped past me out the door.

I stood rooted to the spot until the next class's students started filing
in.  I held my pack in front of me and headed on to my next class.  I got
there just as the prof was beginning his lecture.  I grabbed a seat and
kept my pack on my lap, after pulling out a notebook and a pen.

The class was set up in a horseshoe shape and there was a guy across the
way from me that was very good looking.  I stopped for a moment and
realized what I was doing.  I was checking out guys and had gotten totally
enthralled with that guy in the last class and here I was checking out
another guy in this class.

But I couldn't help it; he had dark brown hair combed up in kind of a
Mohawk and a loose brown t-shirt over a tanned muscled chest and arms.  I
say muscled because his biceps were very prominent and he had that look of
a toned athlete.  He wore lose shorts and it appeared, no underwear.  He
had dark curly hair along his calves and up his legs that disappeared into
his shorts.  A bit of hair tufted out of the top of his t-shirt at the
collar in front.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him.  I really cared about Mike and here I
was scoping out other guys.  Was that okay?  Was it okay that I agreed to
meet that other guy to study?  This was all so new to me.  I didn't know if
there was special gay protocol.

I sat and stared at his crotch, hoping that he would move one way or the
other and I would get a peak of his cock and/or balls through the legs of
his shorts.  At one point he adjusted himself and the head of his cock
could just barely be seen in the right leg of his shorts.  I swallowed and
stared some more.  My cock had not gone down and was still pressing against
my backpack in my lap, aching to be touched.  Little Timmy wanted to come
out and play or at least get some attention.

I moved the pack a bit to apply more pressure on my cock, it felt good.
The guy put his hand in his lap and adjusted himself again and a bit more
of the head was visible.  I looked up to the guy's face and saw that he was
looking right at me!  And smiling!  I blushed and put my head down, nearly
into my notebook.  I pretended to be writing in my book.

After about 5 minutes of that, I lifted my head a bit and enjoyed the sight
up his shorts, then raised my head higher and saw he was looking at me and
had caught me once again.  He was still smiling.  I put my head back down.
I had no clue how to handle these situations.

I didn't look up anymore, afraid to be caught.  At the end of class, I kept
my eyes downcast, put my notebook away into the backpack and lifted it in
front of me as I stood.  I headed towards the door, when I heard "Did you
like what you saw?" whispered into my ear.  I turned and there was the guy,
standing right next to me.

I couldn't get anything out; I just worked my mouth again.

"So you are one of those guys that like to look at other guys?" he said,
still smiling.

"I, ah," I couldn't get it to come out.  Was he going to beat the shit out
of me if I said yes?

"Hey, it's okay if you do.  I don't, but it doesn't bother me if you like
looking at me."  He grinned wider, "In fact, I am kind of flattered that a
guy would want to look at my body."

"I, ah, you have a nice body, yeah,"

He clapped me on the shoulder then and said, "Well, anytime in class you
want to stare, just go right ahead, but I would pay attention to what is
being said as well."  He turned to leave and then looked back over his
shoulder and said, "You know they say a picture is worth a thousand words,
so if you want to take my picture sometime, I think I wouldn't mind it," he
turned and walked away and I stood there dumbfounded.  Was he serious?  I
had a lot to talk to Mike about.

I walked out of class, realized I didn't have a class next and I was due to
go back to the library to check on the can I had left.  I was so charged up
sexually, I felt on edge and that my hair was standing up all over me.  I
held up my hand and saw that it was shaking.  I had the jitters.

I got to the library and headed upstairs to the third floor.  I went into
the men's room and into the last stall.  I sat down and reached back and
picked up the can.  It was a diet coke can, a different can.  I had left a
coke can and received a diet coke can.  They had been switched!  I listened
to see if I could hear anyone outside.  I didn't hear anyone or see anyone,
so I lifted it up and took a sniff.  It smelled like piss, alright.  Once
again, Mike was correct.

I lifted the can, put it to my lips and tipped just a drop up onto my
tongue.  I worked it around in my mouth.  At first it had a bitter taste,
but then salty and a bit of a tang to it.  I licked my lips catching
another drop.  What was I doing?  Tasting some stranger's piss?  What was
wrong with me?

Mike had talked about drinking it and pouring it over his body.  Little
Timmy kind of nodded his head at that!  What a sick fuck little Timmy was,
I thought and laughed.  I sat down the can, opened my back, got out the
thermos and put the can in.  I would wait until I talked with Mike about
that before doing anything else.  I sat my backpack down, then unbuttoned
and unzipped my shorts and let them drop to the floor.  My cock was hard
and eager for attention.

I gripped it tightly and stroked and sighed.  It felt soooo good.  But then
I realized that Mike had told me I couldn't cum until he told me to, so I
couldn't cum now.  I let go of my cock, which jerked and dripped, begging
for more.  I sighed, pulled up my shorts, got myself buttoned and zipped
and carrying my backpack in front of me, headed out and back to the dorm.
I wondered what Mike had planned for me.  So did little Timmy!

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