E and I were room mates in college. We shared all our little secrets, studied together and such, we compared notes on girls and on one occasion or more we even shared them. Those stories are out there for you to read. This story is of a weekend after I had graduated when I went back to my college for home coming. E still lived in the frat house, we had been room mates in the dorms and then at the frat house, but now since I was gone and he was frat president, E had managed to get a room of his own. It was pretty nice, much like a mini-apartment. When I told him I was coming up for the weekend he insisted I crash on his couch instead of paying for a hotel room. I wasn't about to argue. I had too much student loan debt to be renting expensive hotel rooms.
I arrived Friday night after work and a long drive at about 8pm. E jumped on me as soon as I walked in. We hadn't seen each other in at least 6 months, a long time for guys who used to live together for 3 years. The frat house was almost empty since the guys were all out boozing it up for the celebration weekend. E grabbed my bag and started to carry it to his room. I followed and we began talking. He told me he needed a shower before the evening, I said I would need one too after working all day. E grabbed a towel and headed into the shower while I got settled.
When we were room mates we would often sit in the door of the bathroom and talk while the other was showering when there was something going on. After I got done unpacking I approached the bathroom door and started to open it to talk to E. I was surprised to see that there was no shower curtain on his shower. He was standing there in the stall naked and soapy. I started to close the door, but he stopped me and said that he wanted to talk. I felt a little shy, but he insisted. I sat down in the door way facing the other way in an effort at modesty, but as soon as I looked up I realized I could see his full body in the mirror anyway. E was smiling at me, "You like the view," he said. I turned red. He explained that he set up the shower this way so that when girls stayed over he could see them shower no matter how hard they might try and hide. I said something about awkward situations like the one we were currently in and he shrugged. He said that he hadn't ever had a guy shower in his room. As he talked his rock hard dick bobbed up and down. It wasn't really a bad situation just unexpected. We had been roommates for ever and had seen each other naked on plenty of occasions, but there had always been a girl around or just in passing on the way to the shower. We had never just been naked alone together.
As E finished up in the shower, I thought to myself that I had forgotten how large of a cock E had. He wasn't quite as large as I am, but he was definitely well above average. I myself am well over 8 inches. E must have been almost 8. My dick is so heavy it hangs when hard, but his pointed strait to the sky. I kept stealing glances at him as he showered. E was in amazing shape, one of those guys that work out every day, six pack abs and everything. I am close but no where near as ripped. I didn't realize at the time but E was well aware of my stolen glances the whole time.
When he finished he stepped out the shower and began toweling off. When he had his head covered drying his hair, I stared at his cock as it glistened and the water continued to bead up and run off of it. E began walking around the room still naked and drying off, so I decided to take a shower. I was being more modest still, so I closed the door thinking E would let me shower in private. As I lathered my own hard member I couldn't get the sight of E's beautiful dripping cock out of my head. I was slowly stroking myself when I heard E clear his throat. I was so embarrassed that I almost fell over in the shower. I had no where to hide since there was no curtain, so I just turned away. He began to laugh. I asked, "What the hell is so funny." E said, "Man, it isn't like we haven't seen each other naked and I'm sure we both were jacking off in our dorm room at the same time at least once, relax." I began to feel a little better but I was worried that he might have though, well, that I was thinking about him. He came into the room still naked and just leaned against the counter and watched as I continued showering.
"Don't worry about blue balls," he said, "we'll get you taken care of soon enough." I finished up and began drying off. E left the room but when I was dry I noticed that my clothes weren't in the room. I could have sworn I left them on the counter. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went back into the main room. (Mind you, there was only a bathroom and a bedroom that served as a bedroom and living room, just like a dorm room would.) When I entered the room E was reclining on the couch still naked. "Dude, where are my clothes," I said. E looked up from the TV, still hard as a rock and smiled. "Did I not tell you that there is a strict no clothes policy in my room, I like to be naked and any chicks that come in must abide," he said. "Yeah, but I'm not a chick," I replied. He continued to smile, "Sorry a rule is a rule, you'll get used to it."
I looked at him as he continued to sit there and smile. "Are there any other rules I should know about," I asked. "No that is the big one," he stated. I was uncomfortable as hell, this was just too weird. I started to walk away and as I turned his hand shot out and yanked off my towel. "Rules," he said. E threw the towel over his shoulder toward the bathroom as I sat down on the edge of the bed. I turned toward him and was surprised to realize that I was still hard as a rock. E smiled and said, "Doesn't it turn you on to just know you have to be naked in here. I'm hard anytime I'm here." This finally got through the ice and I cracked a smile. I asked what the plans were for the weekend. E told me about all the activities planned for Saturday and Sunday, but said that the drinking was the only option for the night. I asked when we were going to head out and E told me he wanted to stay in and catch up for a while, since we hadn't seen each other in forever. He went over to his fridge and pulled out a few beers.
I took a swig from my beer and started to relax. We sat on opposite ends of the couch, some porn playing on the TV and started to reminisce about the old days. After about an hour of catching up, the subject turned to girls, more specifically conquests. We always seemed to have a rivalry going about who could score the hottest girl. E started talking about the time in our senior year where we had tag teamed my then girlfriend Amber after a night of boredom and drinking in our dorm room. At one point Amber had managed to, and I'm still not how, but I blame alcohol, maneuver our hands so E and I were each grasping the other's dick. We both stroked each other a couple of times, but nothing more happened. When E started talking about that I noticed his dick seemed to be getting harder and throbbing and I started to wonder what he was going at, but then I realized that my dick was hard as a rock too, so I just went along.
When E looked at me and told me that he had wished more had happened between us that night, I knew where he was going. I took another long swig of my beer. I looked at E and told him that I had had many fantasies about how we touched each other that night and what might have happened further, but that I didn't think I could actually do anything. He looked at me and asked why not. I replied that I wasn't gay and didn't want to be or even be bi. He said that just fantasizing about it made me bi and that I should embrace the curiosity.
