"Unnngggh," I groaned as my alarm beeped me into consciousness Monday morning. I considered slamming my fist down on the snooze button, as usual, but then I remembered that I had a psych exam in an hour, and I blew off studying last night. "Damn," I mumbled, turning my alarm off and crawling out of bed. I stood up and stretched my arms over my head, yawned, and scratched my chest. I gazed out the window and groaned inwardly as I saw heavy sheets of rain pelting campus walk. This is going to be a bad day, I thought.
Glancing at my roommate Matt's bed, I saw that it had already been made and that he had already left. What a dork, I said to myself, shaking my head. Matt always wakes up at the crack of dawn, whether it's a weekday or the weekend, and headed to the library to study. Good thing he's quiet in the morning, or I might be forced to find him a new roommate.
I took a quick shower and threw on some jeans and a t-shirt, then I sat down at my desk to frantically cram for psych exam which was now 50 minutes away. I found my psych book in my backpack, but I couldn't find my notebook. Where the hell did I put it? Then I remembered; I'd lent it to Nick, one of my suite mates, last night. He and I are in the same psych class, and he goes to even fewer lectures than I do, so I let him borrow my notes last night.
I got up and went into the bathroom, which separated my room from Nick's. I put my ear against Nick's door to listen for any noise so I'd know if he was awake, but I couldn't hear anything. Deciding I really needed that notebook if I wanted to get a decent grade on the exam, I quietly and slowly opened the door and poked my head into the room. Looking first straight ahead, Steve, Nick's roommate, wasn't in his bed or at his desk, so I figured he had gone to an early class or something. Nick's and Steve's dressers were to my left, so I couldn't see the far side of the room, where Nick's bed and desk were.
I peeked around the dressers and was shocked at what I saw: Nick was lying on top of his bed sheets, wearing nothing but a pair of plaid flannel boxers, which were down around his ankles. Nick's right fist was wrapped around his dick, pumping. His left hand was pinching his nipples, and his head was thrown back. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, and his mouth opened and closed slowly as little grunts and moans came from deep in his throat. Nick's entire body was writhing and convulsing as he pleasured himself; he was completely unaware of my presence.
I felt a stirring in my own boxers as I looked at Nick; my hand involuntarily moved to my crotch to rub my own cock through my jeans. I was totally riveted; I couldn't move from that spot, even if I wanted to. Watching this stud, this adonis, this gorgeous specimen of a male as he pounded his meat was almost more than I could handle.
Suddenly, Nick gasped several times, his muscles tensed, his jaw clenched, and several volleys of his juice shot out of his dick and landed all over his chest and stomach. He continued gasping as his orgasm stretched on, and I watched him, my mouth watering. Finally, with a final grunt, his head collapsed back on his pillow, the aftershocks of his orgasm flowing through him. His chest heaved as his lungs clawed for air, and his hand continued slowly stroking his member, squeezing the last few drops of liquid onto his stomach. I knew that I was in danger of being spotted now, but I still couldn't seem to move.
Nick's eyes stayed shut as his orgasm slowly ebbed. He grabbed a bunch of tissues from the edge of his bed and wiped up his fluid as I stood there, staring at him, for what I think was a full minute. I still couldn't move.
Abruptly Nick raised his head and I ducked my head back around the dresser. Had he seen me? I decided not to stick around and find out; I retreated to the bathroom and back into my own dorm as quickly as I could without making any noise. I closed the door behind me and sank back against it. My heart raced, my blood pounded in my cheeks and ears, my cock throbbed. I couldn't believe what I'd just seen! And I had even more trouble digesting my reaction to it; I mean, I know I have more of a desire for men than most other guys -- the Nifty Archive has been a great source of "entertainment" for me several times -- but never have I had such a strong feeling for another guy, a real guy.
I shook my head and splashed my face with cold water to try to regain my wits. What did this mean for me? I'd been with my girlfriend, Kelly, for a year, and I loved her. Our sex life was great, too. So now that I had this attraction to Nick...?
As I was drying my face, there was a knock at the bathroom door.
"Yeah," I called out, panicking. I knew it would be Nick. He must have seen me. He must know I was watching him. Think fast.
Just as I'd feared, Nick walked in. This time, though, he was fully clothed.
"Hey, Kev, what's up?" he asked. I couldn't read his face or his voice, though; I wasn't sure if he was angry or suspicious...or even just oblivious.
"Hey, not much. You?" I replied, trying to sound equally neutral.
"Nothing, just woke up," he said. He paused for a minute and stepped further into the room, looking over at the far side of the room to see if Matt was around. "Uh, hey, were you just in my room looking for this?" He handed me my psych notebook.
I froze. What should I say? He obviously knew I was in his room, but he didn't seem angry or upset at all. So I decided to keep up my neutrality; I just wouldn't answer his question.
"Oh, cool, thanks. You ready for the test?" I asked, changing the subject.
He snorted. "Yeah, right. I'm gonna bomb it. I studied your notes for, like, 15 minutes last night before I decided I was tired and went to bed," he said, laughing. "All I have to say is Dr O'Brien better give us a curve or there'll be hell to pay."
I laughed as naturally as I could; looking back, I think I did a pretty good job of acting cool. I'm not exactly sure what we said next, but I know we made small talk for another minute or so, then agreed to finish getting ready and head over to the food court for some breakfast before class.
As soon as Nick left my room, I fell back on my bed and let out a long breath. So he did see me, I thought despondently. Now what? What would I say? Should I mention it? Apologize or something? Or should I act like it didn't happen at all?
The sound of Nick turning on the water in the shower snapped me out of my reverie. I decided I'd drop it and let Nick mention it if he wanted to. I stood up and finished getting ready for class, then plopped back down on my bed to read over my notes, even though I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate on studying or on taking the test. All I could think about was Nick's naked form as he jacked off....
"Yo, O'Brien, you ready to go?" Nick asked, popping his head into my room again.
"Yeah, let's go," I said, dropping my notebook into my backpack and following Nick out into the hall. We half walked, half ran to the food court because of the rain. It wasn't far, but we were definitely wet by the time we got there. I just grabbed a muffin and a cup of coffee, since the morning's excitement had done a number on my appetite, and sat down at a table in the corner of the room with Nick.
Neither of us said anything for a few minutes; we just looked out at the people in the room, each of us waving occasionally at friends.
"So, uh, how long were you watching me this morning, Kev?" Nick asked.
I nearly knocked my coffee over as his words sunk in. Now the shit hits the fan, I said to myself. I briefly considered feigning confusion to stall for time to think of a good answer, but I decided that would just delay the inevitable, and he might be less pissed if I just told the truth and acted nonchalant.
"Listen, man, I didn't mean to walk in like that -- I thought you were still asleep. I walked in quietly so I wouldn't wake you up, then I saw what was going on..." I began, then trailed off. I didn't feel like I needed to say anything else.
Nick frowned and shrugged dismissingly. "Dude, I don't care," he said, taking a few sips of his orange juice. "I wasn't even going to bring it up except that you seem all uncomfortable about it."
