The following is wholly fictional. Comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated!
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Scott was your typical college male. He was around 5'9" tall, with short tussled dirty brown hair. Scott was athletic and toned, having played baseball all throughout high school. He was also a ladies man, with a smile and sweet talk that could get almost any woman into bed.
Before freshman year, Scott and I had never met. We were randomly assigned to each other, and instantly hit it off. The pairing was great, as we had similar classes and made a mutual group of friends quickly.
One thing I learned about very quickly, was his love of women. Scott had several regular fuck buddies. They usually came to our dorm room, and I had no problem going about my business so Scott could go about his.
After freshman year, a group of us decided to get a townhouse together off campus. Scott's exploits with the ladies became more notorious as on more than one occasion we would see two women emerge from his bedroom in the mornings.
Having lived with Scott going on two years, I did see him walk about in his boxer briefs on numerous occasions. I never thought much about it, other than he was very toned, and had a nice ass that I am sure the ladies loved.
One weekend, the guys had gone out of town for a concert, but Scott and I stayed behind. I had an exam to prepare for and Scott had lined up a few of his regular fuck buddies to come over.
I had gone to the library to study, and came into the house through the basement door, which is where my room was located. I heard the television on in the living room, so I walked up the steps to see what was going on.
Nearing the turn at the top of the steps, directly opposite from me, I saw Scott sitting on the couch, stroking his hardened cock! He was wearing only his tee shirt and boxers, with his cock out through the fly. There were around four or five beer bottles on the coffee table in front of him, so I figured he had a decent buzz on as well.
I wanted to turn away and go back downstairs, but for some reason I just couldn't. I stood there, watching Scott stroke what I estimated to be about an 8.5" long and decently thick cock. I could not take my eyes off of the sight before me. Before I realized it, was own cock was hard, and I had begun to stroke myself through my jeans.
After realizing that I was myself, fully hard, I began to wonder why? I had never done anything with a guy before, and to be honest the thought had never crossed my mind.
Scott continued to stroke his beautiful cock. He would work his hand along the length of the shaft, and when he would near the beautiful mushroomed head, he would close his index finger and thumb around the base of the head tightly, and pull upwards until the head popped out from between his fingers.
Without even thinking about it, my hands instinctively undid my jeans, freeing my hardened cock from its denim tomb. I slowly began to stroke my cock; my eyes totally fixated on Scott's raging hardon.
Entranced by the sight before me, I had not even realized that I moved further up the stairs, to get an even better view of Scott working his magic. My current position would have allowed Scott a full view of me. I assumed however, that he was so focused on his gorgeous cock, that he would not notice me stroking off to his stroking off. Apparently, I was wrong.
All of a sudden Scott stopped stroking his cock. He leaned forward and said, "Andrew, what the hell are you doing there?!"
I froze, I was caught rosy palmed. Cock in hand. Scott called me out. Should I go back down the stairs, or should I just admit to what happened?
