I woke up the next morning with a bit of a hangover. My head ached, my mouth felt dry, but it was manageable. It was still pretty early, and the sunlight was just starting to light up the room. Looking around I saw some beer cans on the floor and remembered drinking with Hunter. I remembered how he had burst into the room full of energy and pulled me into an impromptu room party.
My gaze finally moved over to him. He was still in bed, still asleep. But, he was entirely naked on top of his covers. I could see his muscular chest rising and falling, his legs splayed across the bed, and his soft cock resting on his thigh. The memory of what we did last night hit me and I saw how we had blown our loads together. I remembered him telling me how he liked being watched.
Fuck this was crazy.
I'd moved to college wanting to meet new people and I'd wanted a good relationship with my roommate. I wanted a brother I could share anything with. But this was way too much. I wasn't gay, but I'd just cum on the guy. Sure, we were both drunk but how would he react when he woke up? I wasn't sure I wanted to be around to find out.
I grabbed some boxers out of my drawer and slid them on in bed. At least not completely naked, I got up and headed into the bathroom for a shower. I spent a little while longer in there than usual, trying to think about what to do. However, a plan never formed. Eventually I dried off and went back into the room to get dressed. I hoped Hunter wasn't awake yet.
Through the door and back to my bed I could see out of the side of my vision that Hunter was still in bed in the same position. I glanced to him, but his eyes were open and he was looking at his phone.
"You finished in there, dude? Cool, I gotta clean up."
Hunter jumped out of bed. Entirely naked and with dried cum all over him, he just nonchalantly walked past me into the bathroom. It was like nothing changed. Honestly, I was glad he wasn't freaking out, but the lack of reaction was kind of weird to me. I didn't want to hang around and I had a couple of classes later anyway, so I simply got ready. I could hear the shower running and Hunter humming to himself as I left.
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After my classes and grabbing some lunch I got back to the room early afternoon. I breathed a sigh of relief as I noticed Hunter wasn't there. I threw my stuff down and sat on the side of my bed and tried to relax. As I sat there I spotted a big bag on Hunter's bed. It had some clothes in it and various other things laid on the bed next to it. Was Hunter packing up to leave or something?
I walked over to have a look at what it was. A quick look through the stuff on the bed and in the bag told me this was probably just a collection of his workout clothes. There were a variety of tank tops, shorts, a couple of his wrestling singlets, and several jockstraps. He probably just got this out to find some clothes and went to the gym then.
I thought back to the jockstrap he had worn before. The one I'd found with his load inside. That black one wasn't here, but there were so many others. Some looked normal, others had a couple of extra straps, some were even Calvin Klein. He must really like his jocks then. That fit with how he said he liked people watching him and looking at his body. I had to admit he looked really good in the one I saw anyway.
Would I look as good in them? I wondered as I picked one up. It was bright red with black straps. I turned it over in my hands. I was really curious what it would look like if I wore this, and Hunter was out probably not back for a while. Just to be safe, I took it into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. Stripping off my other clothes, I slid it on.
Standing there in front of the mirror wearing nothing but the jockstrap, I felt surprisingly sexy. The way it hugged my bulged and pushed it up, how it framed my butt. I liked it. I was nowhere near as big or muscular as Hunter so I didn't look as good as that. But I thought I looked hot. I could see how Hunter got off on people looking at him. I got my phone out and took a quick picture of myself. Honestly, I was getting a bit horny again and I could feel my bulge swelling up under the fabric. I was getting hard wearing Hunter's jockstrap, damn.
I took off the jock and got redressed. I'd already done too much, and this needed to go back before he caught me. I left the bathroom cautiously, but he still wasn't there. Relieved, I put the jock back where it had been amongst all of the other sport kit.
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A little while later, I was sat at my desk with my laptop organising things for the year ahead; getting together schedules and class notes and anything I might need. Absorbed in the work, I only half-noticed as the door opened behind me. Hunter. I stayed turned away towards the desk and the wall as I heard him walk in and I got anxious.
"Hey roomie! Dude you working already? Year's barely even started."
He sounded like his usual confident self. I kept looking at my laptop instead of him as I replied, "just getting some stuff organised in advance."
"For real dude that's way more responsible than me." He laughed. "That campus gym was so busy man, guess all the other new guys went to check it out same as me."
So, he had gone to the gym as I thought. As much as the idea of him packing up and leaving was unlikely, I still felt a bit reassured. Plus, he seemed so chill right now. Maybe this wasn't going to be bad. Maybe he'd been drunk enough to forget? I didn't think so.
"Luckily," Hunter continued, "it's a pretty cool gym and they've got loads of stuff. Didn't even have to wait to bench."
I finally turned round to look at him. "That's great." He'd clearly come straight back because he was still sweating a lot. He was wearing a tank top, some shorts, and a backwards cap like when I'd first met him. Typical frat bro look.
"Yeah it was dude." Hunter cracked a smile at me. "Got a wicked pump man."
He grasped his left wrist with his right hand in front of himself and puffed his chest out like a bodybuilding pose. He was right, he was really huge. I caught myself and quickly turned back around. It felt weird now to look at Hunter showing off.
"You good bro?" he asked.
"Yep. Uh-huh." My weak response was pretty unconvincing.
"Something wrong?"
He came over next to my desk and stood by me. He put a hand on my shoulder.
"Adam. You're not being weird about us jerking last night are you?"
That took me by surprise. The straightforward way he just brought it up.
"Look man." He sat down on my bed facing me as I stared back at my laptop screen. "We're both studs, we've got needs. We're not gay just cos we jerked together. And it's no reason to get weird or awkward. I did this before couple times with my wrestling teammate, it's no biggie. I was drunk and horny. We're bros and roomies man."
He was really sincere about it. I appreciated the honest way he just went ahead and said it. And honestly, I felt the same. I turned back to face him again.
"It's fine. I've just never done something like that before."
"That's okay dude. First time for everything, right? Plus, I gotta admit it was pretty awesome."
Embarrassed, I admitted, "actually yeah, it was pretty awesome."
"Good dude. Thought you liked it, we blew so much it took a while in the shower to get off!"
His laughing and joking made me a feel a lot more at ease. Everything was fine, it was just me getting anxious about things. "Yeah, it was a big load." I felt slightly weird saying that out loud.
"Dude. And you shot so far, it was all on my chest and I swear I found some on my chin!"
We laughed. It felt good to be close with him like this and it wasn't weird anymore. "I don't know if I could shoot like that again to be honest."
"That's fair man." He replied. A moment passed before he continued, "so... I got a question to ask."
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Straight back to anxious, I felt like this was an important question.
