Thinking back on when it started takes me back to my college days. Being a young adult of course you feel as if you can take on the world and I felt the same. Apprehensive as to what to expect but excited none the less. At 19 years old I would consider myself typical, 5'10", 175 pounds, brown hair, and blue eyes. I had 2 girlfriends during high school and felt somewhat confident in myself.
I had corresponded briefly with my roommate, but he was from Nebraska and I from a small town in Ohio. So, we didn't really know each other but he seemed nice enough and from a few phone conversations I assumed we would get along just fine. I felt comfortable on move in day and was ready to start this new chapter of my life.
I was already unpacked when Devon arrived, we greeted each other and briefly chatted, and I offered to help him unload his things. After he had unpacked, and everything put into place we grabbed something to eat.
Everything was going great for the first few weeks, adjusting to a new and very different schedule, and working on all of my class assignments etc. I was home alone most evenings as Devon seemed to have a very busy social life or at least busy evenings, which was fine.
Devon and I were usually only in our dorm room together in the mornings, which was fine. We talked and shared experiences but I wouldn't say we were close friends. He was very interested in sports and was trying to "walk on" to the basketball team. He also loved the women on campus, as many as he possibly could from what I could see. So varying interests to say the least, he was extremely confident around the girls at school, myself not so much.
For the first few months everything was going well, Devon and I were getting along, and I had started seeing Emma and I suppose you could say we were dating. I had settled in nicely and found myself into a nice routine.
Everything became more complicated when Devon fractured his leg while working out for basketball try outs. He was far from home, no family around and I was his closest friend. I was at the hospital to visit, and his parents were also there, but they could not take the time from work to stay. They intended to take him back home to recuperate and I felt bad for him. The university agreed to allow him to continue his classes online until he could attend in a few weeks.
I talked with Devon and offered to assist him during his recovery if he would prefer to stay at school. Devon couldn't believe I offered to help but was very appreciative and said he would talk with his parents.
After Devon talked with his parents it was decided that we would try and allow him to stay at school. With the understanding that if there were any problems he would be coming back home. I spoke with his parents and assured them I would stay in contact with them and set a time the next day to speak with Devon's therapist regarding assisting him.
I was a little surprised to hear that I would be assisting Devon during his showers, but I agreed to help so I would be true to my promise. Everything was going just fine except for the fact that Devon was extremely bored. I would attend my classes and in between come home and help Devon. We talked a lot, which proved to draw us closer as friends knowing more about each other. Devon began watching a lot of porn due to his boredom. I would bring him food or drink and he would always be watching porn. A few days later I was helping him with showering when I accidentally touched his dick while trying to keep his cast covered. It was almost like immediately he got hard. I remember being in complete shock at how big he was and even more shocked that I was staring in disbelief. At another guy's dick, I realized what I was doing and quickly just shrugged it off. Thank goodness Devon didn't seem to notice what happened.
The evening finished up with us watching a movie and nothing else said or referred to the shower incident. I went to bed that evening and found my thoughts drifting off to what I had seen, how hard he was so quickly, how big he was especially compared to me. I put the thoughts out of my mind and tried to fall asleep.
I remember not sleeping particularly well but waking up and checking on Devon before getting ready for class. He was sleeping and I didn't wake him. After class I went back to check on him and see if he needed anything. He must not have heard me come in, as I went into his room he was watching porn and stroking his huge dick and at first didn't realize I was even there.
I watched, mesmerized for what seemed like 20 minutes although it was probably less than a minute before he realized I was there. He apologized over and over, and I was completely embarrassed as well. I told him not to worry about it that I was sure someone as active as he is not doing much of anything was making him crazy. He continued to apologize, I got us both lunch and we kept silent.
The rest of the day no matter what I tried I couldn't stop thinking about what I saw. I knew I wasn't gay I had never had a sexual thought regarding another male my entire life, so why was it bothering me so. I tried to push it aside and just move on.
After my last class I went home and Devon was watching tv, I asked how his day was and if he was hungry. He said he was fine but started apologizing again for what had happened. He went on to tell me he was just so horny, lying around and doing nothing all day. I told him not to worry about it, it was just a thing and didn't really matter.
Devon sighed heavily and said, "look man I saw what happened and the look on your face, have you been with other guys?"