The Roommate

Part 1

I let Michael move into my house because I needed to offset some bills, thus share the rent. He was a long-term friend, someone who I thought I could live with. He had a good job, and nice stuff... a bonus. Plus, there was something about him... something I couldn't put my finger on, but he had an effect on me that I could not explain. Something that made me want to pay attention to him. I had yet, over the years, to define just what it was.

I helped him move in one Saturday. We settled on where his stuff would go in coordination with mine, and I helped him put some stuff in his room. I helped him set some things out, but there was one box he had taped shut, and was pretty hasty about not letting me open it. It was cool, hey everybody has personal stuff that is just that, personal. I really didn't think anything of it at the time.

We had slightly different schedules... he worked in the evenings, I worked a typical corporate schedule. It suited us well, at least we wouldn't be tripping over each other. I usually went to bed pretty early, seeing as I got up at 6am, he usually went to bed pretty late. We never really disturbed each other with the time differences.

Lately though, Id had trouble sleeping... troubles with a girlfriend, and stressed with a new job. I often tried to get myself to sleep by masturbating, but sometimes even that didn't work. One night I was half awake, laying in bed , half-heartedly stroking my cock. Michael's room was right next to mine, and his bed was against the wall much like mine. It wouldn't have surprised me if he'd sometimes heard my girlfriend and me having sex. But I never heard much from his room, but then again I was usually asleep. Tonight was different though... I could have sworn I heard the bed creaking. Did he have a girl in there? I'm sure its possible that someone had come over and I just didn't hear her come in. I moved lightly over against the wall and put my ear against it... and in fact did hear the bed creaking... and Michael groaning. Not loudly of course, but enough to hear from my vantage point. I'm sure he thought I was fast asleep.

So what was going on in there? I was fixed in my position, ear against the wall... and was pretty sure at this point he was alone. His groans had increased in tempo, the bed rocking a little harder. He was totally getting off in there! The more I listened to him, the more turned on I got... and realized I had been stroking my cock. Faster now, as his tempo increased... I was now stroking to his tempo... my breathing heavier... god I could not believe I was beating off listening to my buddy doing the same! But it was hot... and I was so completely aroused. I heard his moans get just a little louder, and knew he was close... and finally heard him cum, and it sounded like he was cumming hard too. I could no longer hold back, and came breathlessly in my hand and on my sheets.

I grabbed some tissues and cleaned up... and laid there in bed trying to absorb what I had just heard. I tried to visualize it in my head, and came to the conclusion that he must have been grinding his cock against the mattress, which would explain the bed creaking. Id done that many times myself, and found myself again aroused at the visualization of Michael doing it himself. Naked, hard... ass clenching as he ground his cock harder until he came. I wondered what he fantasized about as he did this.

And then it occurred to me, what it had been all these years about him. I was attracted to him! Wow... that was it... I was attracted to Michael. How could I have not known? That explained the mixed up feelings Id always had when I was around him. I mean, I was pretty sure I wasn't gay. I loved fucking women. But admittedly, he affected me. Big time. Here I was hard again at the thought... and Id never been able to get hard that fast after cumming with a woman. What did this mean?

I thought about him the next day, and most certainly the next night. I purposely stayed up late to listen for him, and once again got a nice show. I didn't hear the bed, but his groans were different this time... deeper, more intense. I tried to imagine what he was doing... and could not resist. I got up and walked ever so quietly to the outside of his door. Living in an older house, we had keyholes that one could see through. What were the chances that I might get to see something!! I put my eye up to the hole... the room was dark, but illuminated by the light of the TV. And what a sight to be seen... I had a perfect line of vision to his bed... and there he was, in his glory. Naked, legs bent and up off the bed... and now I knew what he was doing... he was fucking his ass with a dildo!! Oh god I damn near came right there on the door in my pajamas. With each thrust he groaned... he was stroking his cock, and it was incredibly hard. I never realized how large it was. Id seen it in locker rooms and such, but now I really was getting to see its full size.

I found myself with my hand on the outside of my pajama pants on my own hard cock, as he fucked himself and stroked his cock. He seemed to tease himself a little, taking it almost all the way out, then shoving it hard back in deep. He moaned each time he did this. I noticed that he was looking at something intently, and realized it was the television. He had to have been watching a porno (after all who's going to jerk off to late night television?)... I wanted badly to see what he was watching... wanted to know what it was that turned him on so much. Right now I had to admit I wish it was me turning him on! I could not believe I was admitting this to myself, but here I was, watching one of my best friends pleasure himself, as I did the same. My cock was so incredibly hard at that moment.

I could tell that Michael was close to cumming... he was stroking his cock harder, his moaning had gotten more frequent, and he was fucking his ass faster and faster. God this had to be one of the hottest things Id ever seen. I was still stroking my cock, hadn't even bothered to put my hand inside my pants, Id just been doing it on the outside of the fabric. The precum was soaking my pants, but I didn't care. I was so fucking hot at that moment that I couldn't stop. As he stroked faster, so did I... if only I could have moaned out loud like he did!! But I did not want to give myself away.

I saw his legs tense, and his hand flying like lightening up and down his cock. He was going to shoot his load any second. His ass raised right off the bed, and he erupted... cum everywhere, god Id never seen so much of it out of one person! He was moaning louder now (certainly with no concern over waking me up!) as he thrusted up off the bed. I could no longer take this sight in front of me and came hard in my pajama pants. Cum just kept coming out of my cock, up over the waistband, on the floor. I could hardly breathe as a slight moan escaped my mouth. Oh I hoped he didn't hear me! He didn't seem to look in my direction, but then again he had enough going on to notice me (hopefully).

He seemed to cum forever... he had to have been covered in it. My cum was all over my hand and there was some still wet on the floor. I was heaving in the aftermath of my orgasm. I couldn't take my eyes off him! I never realized how attractive he was to me... how beautiful he looked in the light of the television, naked, hand still on his cock, chest rising and falling as he still breathed hard from cumming. His orgasm was soo intense! As was mine...

Finally he moved to get up and headed for the door! Quickly, and as quietly as I could I scurried back to my room and shut the door. I heard him open his door, pause, and then head to the bathroom to turn on the shower. Had he found my cum on the floor? I finally fell asleep, thinking of what I’d just experienced with Michael.