Date: Mon, 1 May 2023 14:44:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jason Smith <jasonsmith135@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Roommate Tyler - Part 2

This story & those that follow are completely fictional. Any likeness is
purely coincidental. More parts to come soon.

I'd love to know what you think & if you enjoyed it.

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Part 1 that was previously posted had two typos where names were
switched. I have corrected those typos, and reposted Part 1 below to
avoid any confusion going forward. Both Part 1 & 2  are labeled below.
Happy Reading!
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PART 1

Oh, I hope he has to change clothes.

That's what was going through my mind as my college roommate ran in
through our dorm door. He was running late for his after school job
because the caf lines were too long once again. This happens all the
time. The lines are so long that it takes forever to get food, then he
eats as fast as he can (I'm not sure how he even tastes any of it) and
then he rushes back to our dorm, changes and leaves for his job.

Tyler is my college dorm appointed roommate. We didn't know each other
until the first day when we moved in. I decided to go to an out of state
college, one that none of my friends were going to, so I had no one to
plan to room with. Apparently Tyler didn't have anyone else lined up
either, so the school put us together. He ended up being a really good
roommate. He was kind, talkative, and laid back. He was also gorgeous.

Now I've been attracted to guys all my life. And I've known several
guys growing up that I was attracted to. But none like Tyler. He was
tall, had brown hair, brown eyes, and was toned like you wouldn't
believe. Seriously, this guy works out. And not the gross, like over
muscled guys who do competitive body building. No, he was muscled, and
toned, and beautiful. I noticed he was good looking from the moment I
walked into the dorm room and he was setting up his side of the room.

"Hey man. My name's Tyler. I hope it's okay that I chose this side."

He held out his hand to shake and, apparently I was too dumbfounded by
how attractive he was, that I just stared at him.

His smile faltered and he started to drop his hand as he said, "But I
can switch if you prefer this side or something."

I quickly realized my mistake (my mind flooding itself with thoughts
like: holy crap, this is my roommate. He's gorgeous. How am I gonna make
this not weird?) and smiled big and reached for his hand.

"No, no, it's fine! I just.. wasn't expecting you to already be
here," I pulled that lie out of my ass and continued, "My name's
Peter. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you as well, Peter. You sure you don't mind me having
this side?"

"No, not at all. I'm cool with the right side."

I began to walk to my side of the room carrying, admittedly, too many
bags and tripped, falling to floor. Not even 5 minutes of meeting the guy
and I had already made a fool of myself. My bags not only pulled me to
the ground but then piled on top of me. Tyler rushed over and began
pulling bags off of me.

"Dude, you okay?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm fine. Stuff like this happens all the time," I replied,
pushing off the ground to stand.

"Uh-oh. All the time?" he asked with a grin.

"You could definitely call me accident-prone."

"Ah, I see. Well don't worry. I brought a first-aid kit," he said
smiling.

This guy was going to be all right. I knew at that moment that it was
possible for us to become friends. That was something I was worried about
when starting college, much less a new one states away from all my family
and friends. Sure I would have a roommate, because I couldn't afford a
single suite, much less an apartment off campus. I just hoped that he
would be cool enough to make living together not miserable. But if we
could be friends, that would be amazing.

I learned over the next few days of us living together that Tyler was
from just a few towns over from the college and actually did have a few
friends that were attending our college. I asked him why he didn't plan
to room with any of them. He told me that most everyone was already
paired up, but that he also liked making new friends and hoped to make a
new one with his given roommate. I was pleased to hear that he was also
hoping to become friends. We ate in the caf together for the next few
days until classes started and I ended up meeting a few of his friends
from back home. They were pretty cool for the most part, mostly letting
me into their circle. Some of the other guys were pretty douchey to be
honest, but Tyler made sure to include me in the conversations when
appropriate.

Once classes started, we started seeing a little less of each other as
our schedules weren't lined up together super well. We had different
majors and had different required classes. And he also had a part time
job in the evenings 3-4 nights a week. But he would always make his way
back to the room after either classes or his job and we would catch up,
talking about our day while watching tv, grabbing dinner, playing video
games, and whatnot.

One of the main things that I liked and appreciated about Tyler (besides
how attractive he was) was how laid back he was. Not a lot seemed to
ruffle his feathers and he was a pretty go-with-the-flow kind of guy.
He'd let me pick where to pick up dinner if we ever had the extra cash
to do so. He'd let me pick a movie that I'd been wanting to see to put
on before we went to bed. He was just pretty easy going. This nonchalant
attitude also slid over into how he felt about nudity. It just didn't
bother him.

I remember clearly back to the day of moving in, once we had finished
unloading and unpacking all of our luggage and boxes and belongings. We
had gotten sweaty, sweat soaking through our shirts as it was pretty hot,
not only outside but inside as well. He quickly pulled his shirt over his
head, revealing his tanned and toned upper body slick with sweat. He
asked if I minded if he jumped in the shower first, to which I said I
didn't mind. After a quick `cool' he shucked his shorts and boxers
down to his ankles and then walked across the room to grab a towel. I was
shocked to say the least. Growing up with no brothers, it was few and far
between when I saw another guy shirtless much less full blown naked.

My initial instinct was to avert my eyes but I couldn't help that they
scanned his entire body. As he was turned away from me, I checked out his
plump ass, slightly dusted with curly brown hair. I could definitely tell
that he did squats regularly. His thighs were as toned as his ass, thick
and stocky, muscles contracting and relaxing with each step. The muscles
in his back, strong and taut as he reached for his towel. As he reached,
he had to bend, his ass cheeks slightly spreading as he did so. The all
too familiar pang in my crotch alerted me that I was getting turned on.
He stood up after finding a towel from where he had unpacked them. He
turned around to face me. I was lucky enough too avert my eyes to my
phone just before his gaze turned to me and he spoke.

"I won't be long so you can hop in soon," he told me.

I looked up and tried my hardest to pretend that I hadn't been ogling
him, and replied, "Sure, no problem."

He turned and headed to our bathroom that was shared between us and the
two guys who would stay in the room on the other side of said bathroom.
Those two guys hadn't made it to the dorms yet, and we would meet them
later. He walked away, but not before I caught a glimpse of his cock.
`Damn' was the only word that entered my head. The sight of his cock
made me instantly harder than I already was. He was soft, unlike me, and
girthy. I only caught a glimpse of it just then, but I knew it was a cock
to be proud of (and possibly why he was so okay with nudity). I only
hoped that I would get to see it again.

That hope didn't take long to come to fruition because once he exited
the bathroom, he was bare once again. He walked out, body still misty
from the hot shower but I could tell that he had mostly dried off. He had
his towel in his hand (not around his waist as I would have done) and was
drying his hair, dick lightly flopping about as he tousled his brown
locks.

He looked up at me, my eyes already on him, and said, "It's all yours
man. I left the hot water running for you."

The way that he displayed his nudity was not that of showing off. That
wasn't what he was doing. He wasn't trying to prove that he had a big
dick (which he did) or that he was well toned and muscly (which he was).
He was just comfortable that way. That's obviously how he exited the
shower on a normal day, and so it would be that way here too.

I had already gathered my towel and extra clothes to change into once I
was done showering and had them next to me. I picked them up, holding the
pile of clothes in front of my crotch so as not to have my boner on
display to my brand new roommate.

I acknowledged him with a quick `thanks dude' and made my way into the
bathroom. I heard the water still running in the shower and placed my
hand under the steady stream, the warmth covering my palm. I quickly
shucked my sweaty clothes into a pile on the floor, my cock slapping up
against my belly as my boxer briefs were tugged down. I stepped into the
warm water and my hand made its way to my dick. And I jerked off thinking
of my new roommate and what it would feel like to touch his own cock.

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PART 2

That wasn't the last time I had jerked off thinking of Tyler. His
continued nudity throughout our stay together in the dorms would lend
itself to numerous jerk off sessions whenever I could find the time alone
to do so. Luckily, I had enough practice over the many years of being in
the closet to control my erections to not be suspected. Or at least I
hope I had. He never made me suspect otherwise.

His comfort in being nude wasn't an all time thing either. He didn't
just lay around the dorm naked with his cock out. He would hang out
without a shirt. And sometimes if he was in for the night or had no plans
to leave the room, would be in just his boxers. He wasn't nude just for
the sake of being nude. But it didn't bother him when he had to change,
or going to and from the shower.

His comfortability rubbed off on me fairly quickly. I hadn't expected it
to be so easy to fall into his pattern of changing in front of each
other, or stripping for the shower, or not taking new clothes into the
bathroom to change into before coming out. But after about a week of
watching him do these things day after day, I thought to myself, `why
not?' If he was comfortable enough to do it in front of me, he would
probably be okay with me doing it in front of him. So I decided to try it
out one day to see.

I got back from class and was done for the day. The long walk across
campus had made me a bit sweaty and ripe after all my classes. I walked
in to the room and Tyler was laying on his bed on his phone. I decided
that this would be a great time to test it out. We said hi to each other
and made some small talk. I dropped my bag and started pulling clothes
off. My heart did a little pitterpatter as I reached down to my boxer
briefs and quickly yanked them down to my ankles. Tyler kept talking the
whole time, not a hitch in his conversation, as I walked across the room
naked to grab a towel and threw it over my shoulder.

I turned back to face him as he finished up with what he was saying, his
face and eyes cool and not phased by my new lack of clothes. Once he
finished, I told him I was going to hop in the shower and I did so. Once
done, I exited the steamy bathroom, beads of water scattered across my
body, and finished drying off. I walked over to grab some clean clothes
out of the chest of drawers and got dressed facing Tyler, carefully
taking quick glances to see if he was also sneaking glances or if this
was phasing him at all. It wasn't.

While I had slightly wished he WAS sneaking glances at me, the new-found
fun in being naked was pretty exhilarating. I had never been naked around
anyone. I was, due to my being in the closet, still a virgin. I don't
have any brothers, so it wasn't like other guys who grew up bathing with
their brothers until it wasn't acceptable any more. Or those lucky ones
who had friends (and sometimes brothers too) that hung around in their
boxers but would eventually end up naked as a joke. Or the even luckier
ones that the jokes with friends (and sometimes brothers too) would turn
into masturbating together. None of that happened to me. So now finally
being around someone who was frequently dropping trou, and now myself
doing the same, was pretty damn fun to be honest.

My favorite time of the day to catch Tyler naked, however, was the
morning. Tyler's morning wood was a sight, for sure. Again, he wasn't
flaunting it (although he should be.) A lot of the times, if he wakes up
early enough he lays in bed for a while before getting dressed or
showering. I'm assuming he waits until it subsides before he goes about
his day. But when he's running late, and has too little time to do his
waking up in the comfort of his bed, his morning wood is on display. The
first time I saw him hard I did a double take (and I'm still hoping that
he didn't notice, because my head moved so fast.) His cock had to be at
least 7 inches long, if not 7 1/2. My own cock was a cool 6 inches (6 1/2
on a really good day.)

That first time I saw, he jumped up out of bed, cursing a bit under his
breath about how he was going to be late. The tent in his boxers was
impressive in itself. Then he dropped his boxers, tossed them towards his
hamper with his foot and began walking toward his chest of drawers, hard
cock bobbing with each step. My eyes couldn't find anything else they'd
rather look at. And I watched him all the way across the room, and heard
him mutter something about `this damn morning wood' as he pulled on a
fresh pair of boxers. The whole show was amazing and had my own morning
wood throbbing in my boxer briefs.

Now back to the beginning of this story, Tyler was running late for work,
and here I was hoping he would need to change. Even though him changing
and being nude was not an uncommon event, it was still exciting for me
whenever it happened. I would even sometimes purposely leave after he did
to make sure I would get to see the show. Who cares if I was just a
little late to class, right? And other days I would change at the same
time, getting in on the nakedness.

I was laying on my bed, avoiding studying by scrolling through an app on
my phone. Tyler bursts in and startles me a bit, then my body relaxes
seeing it's him. I can tell he's in a hurry by how quick he's moving
and by the look on his face.

"Long line again?" I ask.

"Of course. Always is when I have work. I only finished half my plate,"
he responded.

As he said this he starts to pull off his clothes. `Yesss!' I think to
myself. `Time for the show.'

He starts with his shirt as he always does, my eyes falling to his
slightly hairy chest, hair dusting his pecs, and then following the line
of muscles to his abs and finding his happy trail. (What a perfect name
for that, don't you think? It made me happy to see it, and even happier
to see what it trailed to.)

"Aw, damn. I'm sorry dude. We can grab something when you get off if
you want," I suggest, trying to keep the conversation going as he's
undressing so that he'll stay facing me instead of turning toward his
dresser or closet.

"That sounds good, actually. My shift lasts until closing, so I'll
probably be pretty hungry once I get off."

He pulls his pants and boxers down together releasing his cock much to my
glee and excitement. I never got tired of seeing it bounce out from his
waistband. Once they both got down to his ankles, he bent down to pull
the cuffs off over his feet, which gave me a perfect view of his cock
swinging and swaying between his thighs as he did so. With his head down
to focus on pulling the cuffs off, I was able to stare without worrying
about getting caught. My dick twitched watching him, wondering how it
might feel to grab his soft cock and make him hard. Luckily, I was laying
under the comforter on my bed.

"Yeah, we could try that new place downtown. Have you been there yet?"
I asked, hoping to prolong him being naked right in front of me.

He stood up, holding his pants and boxers in one hand down to his side,
as if oblivious to the fact that his dick was out for anyone (me) to see.
"Are you talking about the taco place?"

"No, the burger place that just opened on 2nd street," I replied.

He continued to stand there, his eyes lifted up as he thought about the
place I had mentioned, giving me more time to ogle him.

"Oh yeah, I think Ryan mentioned it to me the other day. No I haven't
been there. We could definitely try it. I haven't had a decent burger in
a while."

As he said this, he turned toward his closet and grabbed some clothes off
a hanger, then made his way to his drawers to find a clean pair of
boxers. I carefully watched every step that he took, taking in as much as
I could, feeling my cock grow in my shorts.

"Same here," I replied.

"It's a plan then!" He said enthusiastically as he pulled on his
clothes.

I thought about trying to think of more to say to keep the conversation
going, but I didn't want him to be too late to work. Also, I was a
little less keen to do so now that he was clothed again. Not to mention
the fact that as soon as he was gone, I would have the room to myself and
I could take care of the now raging boner in my shorts.

He grabbed his phone and keys, and with a `See ya later' he was out the
door. I immediately laid my phone on the nightstand once the door was
shut, letting my mind replay the images of him naked in front of me. It
felt a little weird and almost voyeuristic to be enjoying seeing him
naked all the time. But gosh, did I love it. And is it really voyeuristic
if he chooses to do it in front of me? I wasn't sure, and by the pulse
in my crotch, I didn't much care at the moment.

I let my hand slide under the duvet and cup my balls through my boxer
briefs. I gave them a light squeeze, making my dick pulse as I did. My
cock was pressed hard against the fabric of my underwear, making a tent
and begging to be released. `You have to wait just a minute' I told
myself, knowing that I should give Tyler some time to make his way out of
the building and to make sure that he didn't forget anything and come
back into the room. I felt the length of my cock through the fabric,
making it twitch with even the lightest touch. It had been about 2 days
since the last time I had gotten off, so I was overdue to bust a big
load. I half gripped the base through my boxer briefs and the sensation
made my whole body shiver. I couldn't take it. I had to take it out.

Now that Tyler had enough time to get down the stairs and into the
parking lot, I felt it was safe. I threw back the duvet and took in the
sight of the tent I was pitching. I smiled at the sight, knowing how good
I was about to feel. I did a half sit-up and grabbed the back collar of
my shirt, pulling it over my head and dropping it on the floor beside my
bed. Then I slid my thumbs under the waistband of my underwear and
quickly tugged them toward my ankles. My cock slapped my stomach with a
loud `THWACK' making me chuckle to myself. I pulled one foot out of the
leg hole, and grabbed the edge with my toes and flicked them to the floor
next to my shirt. All the movement caused the duvet to fall toward the
end of the bed. That's okay, though, I have the room to myself.

Out of all the ways and positions I've jerked off (and believe me, there
are many that I've tried) this is my favorite. It's simple and easy. Me
laying in my bed on my back with my dick pointing toward the ceiling.
It's how I learned to jerk off way back once I hit puberty, and how I
continued to do it in my childhood bedroom growing up until leaving for
college. Back home, once it was `time for bed,' I would make my way to
my bedroom, lock the door, strip naked, climb onto my bed, and `go to
town.' It was my favorite time of the day. I would sometimes look
forward to it all day long. Just me and my cock. And here I was, now in
college, doing the same thing.

I looked down at my cock still hard as a rock, waiting for my hand to
make contact. I looked at the door and noticed the lock wasn't turned.
Tyler was in such a rush that he forgot to lock it while leaving. I could
get up and lock it, but my cock was too anxious for me to play with it.
It should be fine, Tyler was gone, and none of his friends seemed to come
by unless texting or calling first since they lived in another building.
I decided it was fine and wrapped my fist around the shaft of my cock.
Even more blood rushed into my member as I slowly made the first stroking
motion down to the base.

Goosebumps began to cover me as my free hand began to feel my body,
tracing the edges of my stomach down to my thighs and to my balls. I
cupped them, lightly squeezing every other stroke down my shaft. My
breathing slowed as my heart quickened. My hips began to move with each
stroke, the tingling in my lower region collecting and building. I closed
my eyes so I could pay attention to what felt good, then what felt
better. Listening to my body, my hands moving, my mind flooded with
images of Tyler. His body, his chest, his abs, his ass, him bending down
allowing his cheeks to spread ever so slightly. Then his cock. His soft
cock dangling between his thighs. His hard cock. Big, long, girthy, and
hairy.

A small moan escaped my lips as my hand began to pick up the pace. My
eyes still closed thinking of Tyler's hard cock, my own hard cock
throbbing in my fist, my hips thrusting in the air almost coming off the
bed. This feels amazing. I'm going to cum so fucking much. I pick up the
speed again, feeling every inch of my cock from tip to base and back to
tip again. I feel pressure beginning to build in my taint and balls. My
legs and toes are stretching, feeling the crescendo through my body... and
then...

`CLICK. CREAK'

"So get this. Work just called..... Oh, so that's what happens when I
leave for work."