"So how was your first semester at college?" Dan asked.
We were back home for the winter break and had the bathroom doors open talking to each other while he finished unpacking and we each got ready for bed.
"It was okay," I said, without enthusiasm. "It took some getting used to having a roommate and living in the dorm. I'm still not sure if I like it."
"Why?"
"I miss having my own space and privacy."
He nodded his understanding. "Yeah. It took me a bit to get comfortable bringing girls back or even stroking one out with Steve around but we got over that quick."
I moved to stand in the doorway between my bedroom and the bathroom disbelieving what I had just heard. "You jerk off and fuck with your roommate there? In the room?"
"Yeah. Where else am I going to do it?"
His nonchalance took me by surprise. The fact that he did such private things with an audience was unexpected.
As if to demonstrate his openness, he stood at the toilet and, after pulling his penis out of the fly of his boxers and peeling back his foreskin, began to empty his bladder. In all our years sharing the bathroom, this was the first time he had ever whipped it out in front of me this way. Naturally, we'd walked in on each other a number of times, but this was different.
I couldn't help staring at him piss. Not because of my surprise at him doing it in front of me, but because I had forgotten how big his dick was. It had been months since we had fucked and though I still occasionally looked at the pictures I had of him, seeing it in person was much different. Completely soft, it was an impressive six inches of long, thick flesh. Even the outline of its bullet shaped head had been visible behind the almost excessive fold of foreskin that hung off the end before he pulled it back to pee.
"Whatcha looking at Davey?"
Dan's voice brought my eyes back up to his. I saw a corner of his mouth turn up in a knowing smirk.
As his stream trickled to a stop, he said, "I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about what happened over the summer. That was the best head and ass I've ever had."
"I liked it, too," I said softly. I watched with longing as he tucked himself away and moved over to the sink.
There was a pregnant silence as he washed his hands.
Since I last saw him, Dan had become more handsome. His body was more defined, like he had lost the remains of his baby fat from his already lean body. Instead of the goatee I had last seen him with, he now wore perpetual stubble on his face that enhanced his bright, blue eyes. After he finished washing his hands, he moved into my space. My eyes traveled up his tighter, but still undefined torso to look up into his eyes as he spoke.
"Do you want to do it again?" Dan's voice was smooth and silky. Without touching me, he stood close enough that I could feel his body heat warming me, blending with the heat of my own growing arousal. If this was how he spoke to women, I understood how he got them into bed.
My voice was embarrassingly honest when I responded. "I do."
"I still think it's a bad idea but I wouldn't mind it, either."
I felt something brush against my leg. Breaking eye contact with Dan, I looked down and saw his cock pulsing as it hardened beneath his boxers. It flexed at random intervals and grazed my thigh, teasing me with its growing presence.
While my head was down, he placed a heavy hand on one of my shoulders and gently pushed me to my knees while the other struggled to pull his hardening cock out of his fly. Once in position, I assisted him, and heard him sigh as my hand wrapped around his shaft. Despite rapidly filling with blood, it was still soft and pliable as it stretched out toward me.
I wanted to take my time to watch and feel his amazing appendage grow but with my mouth watering in anticipation, I sucked it in eagerly. Above me, he let out a soft groan as my tongue dived into his shrinking tunnel of foreskin.
"That's it." He moved the hand that had been on my shoulder to my head. "Get it wet and hard. I'm taking a piece out of your ass tonight."
It was obvious he was as turned on as I was because even before he reached full hardness, his cock began to push out precum. His taste was every bit as musky and bitter as I remembered and I couldn't get enough of it.
"Oh, shit," he muttered as he pulled back and rapidly tried to put his stiff dick back in his boxers through the fly.
I had heard the knock on my bedroom door as well and quickly got to my feet. After adjusting my own erection so it wouldn't be noticeable, as Dan walked into his room and closed the connecting bathroom door, I opened my door to our parents. We had a brief chat during which they again expressed their happiness to have me back home and we shared the obligatory kiss good night before they left. A moment later, I heard them in Dan's room doing the same.
Once they finished there and went about doing whatever it was they did after we were in bed, I expected Dan to reopen his door so we could finish what we started. When minutes passed with nothing from him, I crossed the bathroom and opened the door to his room. He had turned out his light and was in bed under the sheets, obviously waiting for sleep.
"What's up?" he asked as if he had no idea why I would be there.
"Your dick, hopefully."
