Date: Mon, 3 Apr 2006 16:54:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Exhibitionist Roommate - Chapter 4

I thought for a moment and couldn't believe I was saying it, but I said,
"It was great.  I only wish it had been yours."  Fuck I couldn't believe I
told him that!

He chuckled, ruffled my hair, "Maybe we can arrange that!"

I had no doubt that he could arrange that.  But right now I was so horny; I
hadn't cum.  Both he and Pete had cum, but I was still wanting to!  "Can I
cum now," I asked.

"You mean you want to jerk off in front of me and cum?" he asked smiling.

"YES!"  I said.  He laughed.  "What?!"

"Just days ago you wouldn't even let me see you naked, now you are wanting,
no begging me to let you jerk off in front of me.  And look at you standing
there naked, you sexy stud!"

I blushed.  He was right - things had changed in the last couple of days.

"And you just sucked a guy off while I watched," he reminded me and I
couldn't believe it.  Man, what was going on.

"Yeah," I admitted, "and I can't believe all of what is going on, but I
have to ask again, can I cum now."  I thought for a moment, "Please."

He smiled, sighed and said, "Not yet."

"What the fuck do you mean?"  I was pissed, I was frustrated and didn't
understand anything.  I was standing in front of my roommate, naked and
hard, begging him to allow me to cum.

"Calm down!  Calm down!" he said and tried to take the smile away from his
face.

He took hold of my shoulders and looked me in the eyes, "Look, you can go
down the hall and sit in the toilet stall and jack off to your heart's
content."  I looked him in astonishment.  "But," he looked at me, looking
from one eye to the other, "But if you want to experience an incredible
sexual high, then wait until I tell you can cum."  He looked at me again.

"You have just asked me for permission to cum.  I am telling you not yet.
You have your answer and you have to make your decision."  He squeezed my
shoulders, "Do you trust me?"

I looked at him and read his eyes.  "Yes, but," and couldn't believe a tear
rolled down my face.

"Yes?" Mike pushed.

"But I am so horny and so frustrated and messed up.  I just want to cum!"

"And you will get to cum and you will enjoy it.  I promise you, that you
will find it totally mind fucking blowing!"  He let go of my shoulders and
reached down with his right hand and squeezed my cock.  I groaned and
nearly crumbled to my knees.

"Yes!  Please!  More!"  I begged.

"Yes, but not now.  Calm down and get a hold of yourself, Tim.  You would
think you never waited, held off for a time."

"I have waited before, but I haven't edged and gotten myself all turned on
and then stopped and had to wait."

He laughed, "But you are now."  He continued to squeeze my cock and I tried
to buck my hips into his hand, but he didn't let my rod slip between his
fingers, he just held on and moved with me.

He laughed again, "You are one horny son of a bitch!"  He looked down at my
cock again.  "And to think you were too shy to let me see you naked just
days ago."

That was the second time he had said that and it was hitting home.  What
the fuck was going on with me?

"Okay, can you make that thing go down without coming?  Or do you want me
to do it for you again?"  He looked me in the face, watching for my
reaction as I processed the implication of what he was saying.  It dawned
on me what he meant by him doing it - hitting me in the nuts!

I thought about what he said and knew I would prefer to do it to myself.
"Let me do it," I said.

"Okay, but here's the suggestion I have.  Take your balls and give them a
good squeeze, jut like when you are keeping yourself from cumming, only
harder!" he chuckled as he watched my face and my grimace.

I reached down and took hold of my balls while I looked into Mike's face.
I gripped them tightly and began to squeeze.  It hurt so much, but it
wasn't having the effect I needed.

"Squeeze them harder!" Mike told me, "Or I will do it for you."

I gripped them harder and pressed more.  Suddenly the pain raced up from my
groin to my stomach.  "Ugh!  Fuck! That hurts!  Shit!"  I gripped my balls
and waited for the ache to subside.  It was killing me!  When I was able to
breathe again, I noticed that my dick had gone down.  "It worked."

"Okay, put on some shorts and a shirt, we are going out."

I reached for my boxers and Mike said, "You won't be needing those."  I
looked at him and he said, "Or you can just wear boxers and nothing else."
I blushed and put them down.  I slipped on my shorts and a t-shirt and a
pair of slippers.  I looked up and Mike was dressed similarly.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"It is a surprise," he said, leading the way out of the room.

I followed him down the hall and down the stairs.  Once outside, I asked,
"So, now where?"

"Just follow me," he said, and headed off across campus.  So I did.

He walked on and all I could think of was sex.  I watched his butt move in
his shorts.  I was thinking about holding his cock in my hand.  I thought
about Pete's cock in my mouth.

I was lost in the fog of lust again and really didn't figure out where we
were going until we got there.  We walked into the computer lab, the one
located in the math department.

"What are we doing here?"  I asked.

"You'll see."  I followed Mike towards back of the lab.  He found a
computer off by itself and brought 2 chairs.  "Sit down."  I did and Mike
went onto the Internet.  He types an address in and I see a web site
appear.  He enters an ID name and a password and then a set of pictures
appear.  He clicked on one and a set of pictures of college guys appeared.
Then he enlarged one and the guy was naked and hard!

He set it to slide show and proceeded to take me through a series of
pictures o hot college dudes, mostly naked and many hard and some stroking.
I got turned on quickly.

Mike reached over and squeezed my cock.  "Now take it out," he said.  I
looked up and saw that he was serious.

"But I can't do that!"  I whispered emphatically.

"But you are getting turned on looking at this site and these guys and you
told me you were horny.  You want to touch your cock don't you?"

I stammered and hemmed and hawed.  I looked around the lab and there was
only one other student in the lab and he was up at the front working
intently on the computer.  I looked at Mike again and he just nodded his
head.

I reached down and unzipped my shorts and pulled my throbbing cock out.  I
think I even sighed with satisfaction.

Mike went back to the computer and started the slide show again.  I
couldn't believe all these guys allowing themselves to be photographed like
this, naked, hard and stroking.  I couldn't believe it.  And what was this
about guy's assholes?  Guys were showing their butts and even their holes.
I mean I knew I had an asshole, but I never thought that other guys had
assholes.

I was absently stroking my cock while Mike went through the pictures.  I
was thoroughly engrossed in the site, when Mike said, "Can anyone help us
here?  I don't seem to be able to get the Internet to work. "

I flushed red and I tried to get my cock back in my shorts before someone
came over.

Mike was laughing away; he couldn't talk.  Finally, he wiped the tears from
his eyes, "The guy has his earphones on, and he can't hear anything!"  I
was still trying to smash my dick back in the fly of my shorts.

"Take it back out and continue on," Mike said, starting the slideshow up
again.

I got it out again and looked around the lab again.  My heart was racing
and my breathing was raged.  I thought my cock would burst.

I was mesmerized by the parade of flesh on the screen in front of me.  My
hand was working my cock under the desk.  My breath was coming faster and
faster, I wanted the release and I wanted it NOW!

I was getting closer and closer and my fist was flying on my cock when I
felt that rush approach.  "Stop!"  Mike said.

I removed my hand and my cock throbbed and jerked.  It wanted to finish!
"Please," I begged," Please!"

"Not yet," Mike said and smiled.  He started the show up again.  My
breathing had calmed and I took my rod in hand and started stroking it
again.  I didn't even look around this time.

My eyes were glued to the screen and my hand was working my cock.  I began
to work up the pace and was soon rushing towards the place of bliss.  My
body was trembling.  "Stop!  Squeeze your balls!  Now, with the other hand
squeeze the base of your cock really hard."

I complied and groaned and ached as the pain of the crushed balls raced up
my stomach.  My cock was pulsing in my hands.  I was panting.

When Mike finally said I could release my cock, a bit of white escaped.
"You are going to have to do better than that.  Next time no cum, only
precum. "

"Next time!  You mean you aren't going to let me cum!" I had raised my
voice and Mike had to shush me.

"You'll get to cum, when I tell you that you can."  He looked at me and
then smiled again.  "Are you going to put that away or are you going to
walk out of here with it hanging out of your pants?"  He laughed.

I licked the cum off of my fingers that had leaked from my cock and then I
worked my cock back into my shorts.  My hands were shaking; I was so on
edge.

I got my shorts zipped up and noticed that I had a spot on the front of my
shorts.  My cock had leaked some.  Fuck!  I was mess.

Mike lead the way and again I followed watching his ass bunch and flex as
he walked in front of me.  I finally figured we were heading into the men's
locker rooms.  I feared what he was going to have me do here.

I followed him through the locker room.  As I walked through it, I was
amazed at the naked male flesh that was around me.  I wanted to take in
every one of them.  I wanted to see their cocks.  I wanted to see them
hard.  I was totally enthralled with men now, especially naked men.

Mike led us to the toilets and the bank of urinals along one wall.  They
were the kind without partitions and the kind you have to sort of straddle
to piss in.  He stood over one and so I took the one next to him.  He
hauled out his cock and began to piss.  I watched and then realized I
couldn't just stand and watch him piss.  Guys were coming up in various
states of undress all around me and using the urinals.

I pulled my cock out and aimed it at the urinal.  I tried to relax.
Nothing.  I wanted to shake my dick and pretend that I had pissed and put
it away.  I had had to do that before when I couldn't go at a public
urinal.

But I knew Mike wouldn't let me do that.  So I stood there with my dick in
my hand and began to think of Mike's waterfall.  Soon I could see it and
then I could hear it, then I began pissing.  I sighed and let it flow.

When I finished, I flipped my cock a couple of times getting the last drops
off and then tucked my cock back into my pants.

Mike led us back through the locker room.  At one point he stopped and
talked to one guy.  The guy had just pulled off his jock and was standing
there naked as Mike talked to him.  I was staring at the naked man, taking
in his muscular build, hair brushed chest and thick dark hair that
surrounded his marvelous cock.

Mike turned to me and said, "Tim this is Bart.  Bart, this is Tim, my
roommate."  I had to raise my eyes from his crotch when he reached out his
hand to shake mine.

I said something inane and tried to focus on his face when I talked with
him.  He reached down and scratched his cock while he talked.  I didn't
hear what he was saying; I was focused on his cock.

They must have asked me something, because suddenly the conversation
stopped.  I Looked up from Bart's crotch and looked from Mike to Bart and
back, "I'm sorry, what?"  I stammered; I fought blushing.

"Bart asked what sports you played in high school," Mike filled in for me.

"Ah, track, mostly," I said fumbling for words.  Why had the male anatomy
taken on such a new fascination with me?

Bart looked at me strangely and said he had to get dressed and onto his
next class.  He extended his hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Tim."

I reached out and gripped his hand.  I realized it was the one that had
just a moment ago scratched his crotch.  My cock gave a twinge as I shook
his warm hand.

"Nice to see you, too, Bart," then I realized what I said and I felt heat
rise up my face.  I fought to keep my eyes on his swarthy face.

Mike patted me on the shoulder, "Yeah, we have to go as well.  Take care
Bart," he waved him a farewell and I set off following Mike again.

My thoughts were consumed with men.  Every man I passed, I would look at
their crotch and wonder what they would look like naked.  It was only
because Mike was in front of me that I kept from running into things or
people.

Mike took us to a stairway on the backside of the library.  He walked up to
the top step and sat down.  He stopped me about 5 or 6 steps from the top.
I wondered what was up.  He asked me what I had been thinking about.

I lowered my head from looking at his face and looked at his crotch.  He
was sitting, so that I could look up the legs of his shorts and see his
cock.  "I, um, have, a, been...."

He laughed.  "Like what you see?"

I looked down at my feet for a moment and then looked back up and then down
his shorts.  I could only nod my head.

He chuckled again, "You getting turned on looking at my cock?"  He changed
positions a bit and more of his cock and balls came into view.  I think I
licked my lips, because he laughed and pulled the leg of his shorts back,
nearly freeing his cock.

"From the looks of the front of your shorts, I would say so!"  He had a
devilish look on his face, when I looked up again.  I looked back down and
his cock was swelling and I swear it jerked up and down a bit.  And damn
it!  I WAS getting hard.  My cock tented my shorts now.

"Do you want to jack off, Tim?"  I looked around nervously.  We were the
only people around, but that didn't mean that someone couldn't come by any
moment.  But my cock was doing the thinking and again, I could only nod.

"You want to take your cock out here.  Here on the back steps of the
library?  Potentially in view of any one who walked by?"  My cock twitched
again.

"Yes!"  I hissed.

I was reaching for my zipper when he said, "No, not yet."  He reached down
and fingered the end of his nearly rigid cock.

I moaned and felt saliva flood my mouth.  "Please," I pleaded in a whisper.

He smiled.  "You really get off on cocks don't you, Tim?"

The use of my name, bought me back a bit.  Me, Tim, the guy who a couple of
days ago was happily jerking off in toilet stalls and under the covers of
my bed, the guy who couldn't bear to be naked in front of another guy was
now wanting to take my cock out in a public place and jerk off, all because
I was looking at my exhibitionist roommate as he played with the head of
his swollen cock.

I looked down and nodded.

"No, Tim, tell me that you get turned on looking at my cock."

I looked up at him and swallowed, "Mike, it turns me on to see your cock,
hard, soft or in between.  To see you naked drives me crazy and I am so
horny I want to cum so bad!"  I said it all in a rush, getting it all out.

"What will you do, if I let you feel my cock right now?"

My eyes were fixed on his cock again, "Anything," and I moved up a step.

"What will you do, if I let you cum?"

I swallowed again, my mouth suddenly dry, "Anything."  MY world consisted
only of his cock and his fingers rubbing the head of it.

"Anything I say.  No matter what?  If you can only touch my cock?  If you
could only cum?"

"YES!"  I hissed, licking my lips and moving up another step.

"Okay, then strip.  Take everything off right here and I will let you touch
my cock and I will let you cum."

My heart thudded and I was reaching for the bottom of my t-shirt when I
realized what I was about ready to do.  Panic overwhelmed me then.  I
nearly cried as I said, "I can't.  Mike, I just can't do that here."  I
think a sob escaped as my conscience fought between lust and reality.

He laughed as he stood and moved down the steps to stand next to me.  "Too
bad, cause I was looking forward to letting you cum today."  He reached
down and squeezed my rigid member that strained against my shorts.

I moaned again and started to change my mind.

"No, Tim, that was just a test.  I don't need you to strip naked here on
these steps.  Not yet," he said and winked at me as he squeezed my cock one
more time.  Then he removed his hand and standing very close to me, reached
down and pulled out the waistband of his shorts.  I looked down and could
see his beautiful cock.  I know I moaned, once again.

"Now adjust yourself and follow me," he worked on his own cock, then walked
down the steps.  I adjusted mine as best as I could and followed him again.
I felt very naked walking across campus with a hard on trapped in my
waistband, watching Mike's ass move in front of me, knowing that he too was
hard.

He walked around to the front of the library.  He entered it and I followed
as he headed upstairs.  He went up to the third floor and then he headed
off into the stacks.  He finally stopped, turned and walked over to me.  He
leaned close and whispered in my ear, "Take it out."

I looked at him in disbelief.  First he had stopped me and now he was
telling me to do it.

"Do it, and I'll give you a surprise."

I looked around nervously and then I looked back at him.  He just nodded.
So I unzipped my shorts and pulled out my rigid cock.  He smiled.  He
reached down and took it in his hand.  I thought I could have cum right
then; it felt so great.

Then without looking left of right, Mike pushed the front of his shorts
down, freeing his own steely rod.  A sound escaped my throat and I reached
down to touch it and he swatted my hand away.  He pulled his pants up then
and turned around.

Then he pushed the back of his shorts down, exposing his butt and that
design of fine hairs on his ass.  My cock twitched and I reached down
again.  This time he let me caress his ass.  I sighed.  Guys had nice
asses!

He pulled his shorts up and turned back to face me.  "Unbutton your shorts
and let them drop to the floor."  He saw the fear on my face.  "It is okay,
there is less risk here than outside."  He put his hands on my shoulders.
"I really am trying to break you in slowly," he smiled.

Little Tim won that round and I reached around and unbuttoned my shorts and
let them drop to the floor.  My cock dripped at that point.  Mike backed up
a bit and make a signal with his hand for me to turn around.  I nervously
made slow turn until I faced back towards him.

'Very good, you may pull your shorts up now and get yourself together," he
said as he leaned back against the stack to watch me pull up my shorts,
button them, trap my cock in the waistband of my shorts and zip up.  He
stepped up close to me again.  He lifted my t-shirt a bit, pulled my shorts
out and looked down into them, much the way he had let me just a bit ago.

"Man, you make me hot!  It turns me on, to know that you get so turned on
looking at my body."  He rubbed a hand across my chest and then down my
stomach.  "Let's go," he said and turned and led me out of the library.

I followed him again, my mind in complete turmoil.  I had just exposed
myself in the library!  What the fuck was I thinking?  Of course I wasn't,
little Tim was.

I ran the last couple of days through my mind and the questions I had grew
as I realized we had reached our dorm and were headed up the stairs to our
room.  I said nothing as we entered the room.  Mike closed the door and
stripped off his t-shirt and then his shorts; standing in front of me naked
with his cock rising up to point to the ceiling.

"Get naked," he ordered and I hastened to comply.  In seconds, I too was
naked with my cock pointing the way.  "Do you still want to touch my cock?"

I nodded again, swallowing, ready for this.

"No, Tim, tell me what you want to do?"

I didn't look down and I didn't hesitate.  "I want to hold your cock.  I
want to study your body, every inch of it, I want to know it intimately.
Mike your body turns me on!"

I think there was a fleeting expression of surprise crossed his face, and
then he said, "Okay, but first we have to take care of some housekeeping
details."

"Housekeeping details - stuff that just has to get done."

"Okay, so what are our housekeeping details?"

"Go over to the bed and get up on your bed."  I went over as he said and
sat down.  "Now spread your legs."  I did very self-consciously.

Then I looked up and saw that Mike had a camera in his hand.  "What are you
doing?"  I was beginning to panic.

"You got so turned on looking at those guys on that site; I thought it was
only fair that I have some of you in similar poses."  He stood there
smiling with his cock throbbing at jerking at the ceiling.

"But you will have naked pictures of me!"  Panic had definitely overwhelmed
me.

"Yes, just like you looked at those guys and got hard and stroked, I will
have a set of you to do the same with."  He looked at me and smiled.  He
took me through a series of poses - holding my cock, stroking it, playing
with my balls, there wasn't much he left out.

Little Tim was running the ship again and I sat there, sweating a bit,
while he proceeded to take photos of me naked.  Then he had me actually
start stroking myself.  The flash was going off as I handled myself.  It
was so erotic and horny, doing this for him.  I began to get into the
thing, but it kept flashing in the back of my mind - what was I doing?  I
was allowing him to take pictures of me naked, hard and stroking.

He had me grip my balls and squeeze them, gently, for the camera. He had me
get on my knees and spread my ass cheeks!  Back on my back, he had me
squeeze a nipple, wipe up some precum and lick it from my fingers.  I
couldn't believe I was doing all of this for him.  But I was so hot and so
horny I thought I would do anything to be able to get off.

He took several more pictures and then made me stop.  I was nearly panting
wanting to cum.

"Okay, you want to explore me now, then come over here," he headed over to
his bed and lay down on it, "begin your exploration."  He indicated his
body with the wave of his hand.  But I didn't know what he meant by that.

To be continued....
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