i never have figured out what woke me that fateful morning. perhaps i should even call it a night. either way, i awoke from a sound sleep to see that it was still full dark outside and for a moment i wondered what on earth had possessed me to wake at this hour.
but only for a moment.
i heard a sound from across the small dorm room i shared with my roommate. my gorgeous, tall, totally buff and unfortunately hetero roommate. he fairly oozed sex appeal and seeing him naked every morning was torture of the most exquisite kind. he would leave for hockey practice, giant shoulders straining at the seams of his jacket, huge sack of gear slung on his back and all unsuspecting head out the door of our shared room.
nearly always, unless i was just exhausted, i lay in my bed, eyes slitted open and watching him dress. watching the comfortable cotton slide up his tautly muscled legs was enough to have me making sure there was a lot of… space between my erection and the betraying tent of my sheets.
it was torture, torture of the most painful sort to watch him cover his dark haired beauty with clothing and head out the door every morning. but then, eyes now slitted for a different reason i would beat myself until i gasped and groaned and spurted onto my own chest.
sometimes i waited until i was in the shower, sometimes i didn’t.
this night i heard a sound. a gasp and a stifled groan and the telltale sound of a man pleasuring himself drifted across our shared room and i felt myself spring to an instant standing response.
i rolled over, carrying my sheets with me just enough and i watched him while the light of the security lamps shining outside illuminated him and traced the hollows his muscles made as they flexed.
he was naked, sheets cast aside as his illicit pleasure overrode his worry that i might catch him with his meat in his hand. his thick, dark and oh so stiff meat. his throbbing and twitching and mostly just enormous cock slid through his hands as my own erection moved in sympathy.
he gasped again and his hips twitched on his bed as he played with himself there in my own private peep show while i tried to keep my quickening breath from betraying me to him.
suddenly his other hand, which had been flexing and releasing in the sheets, nearly spasmed and he reached into his bedside drawer. i watched and felt my rising penis begin to strain and twitch as he pulled a giant black dildo from the dresser. mesmerized i followed his hands as they covered the toy in a condom and a lot of lube and he began to tease at his anus.
his face strained as he threw his head back in mingled pleasure and pain and my own small moan of arousal was hidden by his groan as i watched the toy press firmly against his ass. his firm and flexing ass that i longed to hold in my own hands as i fucked him senseless there on the bed.
i could restrain myself no longer and as i watched him slowly but surely slide the enormous cockhead into his straining asshole my own hands slid beneath my sheets to grasp my own well built cock. his other hand had returned to his trembling hardness and mine matched him stroke for stroke. i was dying there, hotter than i had ever been in my life and forced to be utterly still and silent as i watched his abdominal muscles dance and his face contort while he continued working the enormous dildo into his eager ass.
it was obvious that it was eager, his agonized pleasure was clear even in the light streaming in our windows. he gasped and moaned again as the shaft slid home and i could see his penis get even harder if that was at all possible.
it felt like it was winking at me there that enormous shuddering idol as his hand slid in time with mine up and down. his strokes sped and slowed as he fucked himself harder with the silicone cock. he was really driving himself now, sense of place lost as he began to buck and his strokes became shorter and harsher somehow as did my own in sympathy.
i moaned again, louder this time but blessedly lost on his deaf ears as he gave himself to the black shaft sliding in and out of his asshole. i watched his buttocks flex as he thrust himself onto the toy and up into his hand in a motion so fast as to be almost a shadow play there in our darkened room.
he bucked again, once, twice, three times before his anus slammed the enormous dildo to it’s base and his face contorted and he spurted into the sweat gleaming on his naked chest. the drops rested there like pearls in the moonlight as he collapsed to the bed and his face fell into the relaxed and relieved smile of a satisfied male.
i couldn’t stop either as i watched him thrust the giant cock one last time into his anus before slowly sliding it out, millimetre by millimetre it emerged, seeming to grow longer as he panted and winced and then groaned long as the even larger cockhead emerged from his well used ass.
my own orgasm took me then and i bit my pillow to keep from screaming when my balls contracted and i felt the base of my dick pulse and pulse until my sheets were covered with the evidence of his effect on me.
my eyes opened and i looked across the room at him once more. looked to see his gleaming body angled toward me, all of it on display. looked to see his eyes meet mine and a wicked smile begin to spread across his face.
“and to think” he said in his lazy drawl “all this time i imagined you were straight.”