Olly gasped as Chris's fingers wrapped around his solid dick through his sweatpants.
"When was the last time you shot?" Chris asked him as he started to gently stroke him through the fabric.
"A week at least," Olly licked his lips and tugged a little more on Chris's shorts to reveal the lowest part of his friend's stomach, where the skin curved into the base of his cock.
"No time to waste, then," said Chris as he leaned forward with both hands on Olly's hips and pulled his sweatpants down.
The chill air on his exposed, cut cock made Olly gasp again, and he felt a rush of self consciousness as he was put on display. He hadn't trimmed in a while and had made do with light washcloth rubbing to stay clean, so he worried he might smell or look messy. This was the first time they were properly revealing themselves to each other. But the sight of his cock made Chris smile and there was something in his eyes that looked bright and hungry.
Olly moved quickly to even the odds and reached up with both casts, hooking his fingers under the waistband of Chris's shorts and pulled. A thick, elegant cock, its head half-emerged from the skin around it, bounced out as the waistband fell to Chris's thighs.
Olly was entranced by the sight, much larger than he imagined, of his friend's rapidly swelling dick. Chris's balls sagged behind, shaved bare. His whole body, from the curve of his bare shoulders to the ankles over his athletic socks, was trimmed or naturally clean of hair.
"You should do porn," Olly said without thinking.
Chris laughed, "Not so bad yourself."
Olly blushed, but the tension was broken and Chris made quick work pulling his shorts and Olly's sweatpants off the rest of the way, tossing their clothes aside.
Feeling the freedom of spreading his legs, Olly watched the curve of Chris's spine as he sat on the edge of the bed to kick off his shorts and lean over to slip off his athletic socks. Then he popped back up to kneel over Olly, this time one knee between Olly's legs, his bare ass brushing against Olly's thigh.
"I, uh," Olly started, but he stopped and looked over at his phone. "Hey, Siri," he said, "Change lights to setting four."
Chris raised a sarcastic seductive eyebrow, "Oh my, setting four? What have I got myself into?"
As he spoke, the white lights dimmed to gold, and the television turned on. The backlight went red and the screen displayed the recently played videos from Olly's phone: 'my roommate fucks me when my boyfriend is out', 'hot facials cumpilation', 'college slut double penetration'.
