Obsessed "not Gay" Roommate

This is a gay male standalone story.

Filming anyone without their explicit consent, forced touches, and stalking are never okay. This is just fantasy/story.

All characters are above the age of 18.

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Brody's POV:

Sunshine just walked through the door. My dorm mate for the summer was all sweetness. A tiny, shy guy, but he exuded a joy I wanted to wrap myself in. I wanted it all for myself.

I extended my hand for a strong handshake with both his parents. Good impressions and all.

His mom went in for a hug instead. "Brody, wow! You've grown up! No longer the young boy we knew who followed Tristan around like a puppy. Do you remember that, Tristan? You both were, what, five years old?"

I hardly remembered, but looking at Tristan and all his beauty, I believed it. Our parents arranged for us to be roommates when they found out we both would be attending the same college. Starting a term early during the summer lightened our class load for the year. It'd be helpful for me when rugby season started, and Tristan was likely an overachiever.

They continued fawning over me and my bulky, athletic figure. I was brimming with my usual confidence.

Tristan's father felt my shoulder muscles and slapped me on the back. He turned to Tristand and said, "Maybe some of Brody's manhood will rub off on you, son. You sure need it."

Tristan wilted like a flower with that comment. Anger flared in me at any of his light dimming. I clenched my hands into fists, my nails biting into the skin of my palm, to keep from saying something. I just needed to chill until they left... and got to keep Tristan all to myself.

I'd be rubbing my manhood all over and in him soon.

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Tristan's POV:

My new roommate was amazing. I envied his body and confidence and relaxed charisma. I kind of wanted to feel his abs, just to see what they'd feel like.

He was also thoughtful, so I didn't think we'd run into the college roommate horror stories I'd read about online. He insisted we eat our meals together and waited for me after each day of orientation the first week. We went on hikes and to the summer county fair. He was conscientious about not crowding my side of the room. We even did our laundry together.

Everything was perfect, except for his lack of modesty!

One morning during our first few days, he left the door open in the bathroom attached to our room and was naked as a he brushed his teeth!!

"Sorry!" I yelled as I tried to back away.

"Don't be. We're both guys." Brody quirked an eyebrow.

I couldn't help running my eyes over his muscular thighs and back, his fit figure, and from the side I could even see his... giant, plump cock!!! Oh my... "Isn't... isn't it... gay to..." be naked with other guys while not in a locker room! "...do that?"

My parents told me being gay isn't real. It's a mindset and a choice, like procrastinating homework. Many people procrastinate, but by being determined, you can choose not to do that.

"Wouldn't it be gay not to? Why are you so worked up about it?"

"Oh, ummm, yeah, you're right." Oh, no, was I the one acting gay? I continued getting my backpack and stuff ready for the day. I couldn't help peaking over at him every once in a while. Not to check him out or anything, but, um, just because he was there, you know.

Some time later, I gasped. "You're hard!" I accused him.

"Yeah, dude. So? We're teens. We're supposed to get hard all the time. Don't you? Relaaaax."

It did feel like I was constantly hard but more so when he was around.

"Um..."

"Only a gay guy would find it weird."

"O-okay. Yeah, it's cool." I couldn't take my eyes off his erection, though. It looked so big and veiny and inviting- I mean, it looked interesting!

Under my gaze, his cock seemed to fill even more. It pulsed! I closed my mouth as I tried to silence a moan that came up. Oh no, I peeked at Brody. He was tense by the sink, like his whole body was wound tightly, but he didn't say anything. He was thinking about something deeply. Phew, maybe he didn't notice.

How was I supposed to make it the entire summer with this guy as my room mate?

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Brody's POV:

Tristan was skittish. He was always wary of my proximity and my actions... Hopefully, because he felt attraction for me, too. Shit, we'd had some conversations lately, and his parents had done a number on him.

I should read a "how to get your small pet animal to trust you" guide or something. He was more nervous about "gayness" than anyone I've met.

I grinned to myself, thinking of everything that was coming.

I was around him all the time. And I was handsy. I couldn't help it. He drew me in, like a moth to a flame. I brushed his hair back. Nudged his shoulder. Bumped his hip. Reached around his waist to reach things. He slowly got used to it. He was tentative at first but never complained about it, like the good little shy boy he was. Eventually, he seemed to melt into my touch.

I could tell he liked my body, so I often walked around commando. My dick swung in my thin basketball shorts, and his eyes tracked it like a pendulum. I either strutted around shirtless, or when I did wear a top, I made sure it was as little fabric as possible, like tanks with the large sleeve holes practically down to the hem. It was summer, and I ran warm anyways. My body felt warmer with Tristan's gorgeous eyes on me. He watched me more than he realized. Sometimes, I grinned when I caught him, and he turned a pretty shade of pink.

When he was out, I shoved my face against his pillows, practically suffocating myself, and inhaled his scent as I jacked off. Fuuuuck, I came hard. I made sure to rub my come into his bedsheets. I jerked off again later thinking of him sleeping on my jiz.

I started following him around campus. I took a picture of his class schedule and 'happened' to be around during his breaks. He was always happy to see me. Man, he was cute as fuck. His button nose scrunched when he laughed. His eyes were bright and large. I subconsciously sat between him and whatever people were around us. There weren't too many people on campus during the summer term anyways, but I was constantly squishing him into corners and against benches. I liked feeling him against me and knowing he couldn't get away. I bought him an ice cream cone several times a week, so I could watch him lick and mouth it, imaging it was my cock. I once helped clean some he had gotten on his cheek... with my tongue. That shocked him.

He still managed to shy away too much for my liking. For example, he always got dressed in the bathroom if I was around.

I wanted more. I required more.

I put a camera in our dorm. Yes, it's creepy, but I needed my fill as I slowly got closer to him.

I could finally rub one out while watching his lithe body undress. His skin was creamy and looked soft and flawless. I wanted to touch him so badly. His shapely legs and defined shoulders tapered to a tiny waist. His cute little butt jiggled with his movements.

My entire body locked up with a sudden release. I came harder than ever before!!!!! I exploded before he even finished getting ready for the day.

Coming load after load watching him gave me an idea. The few times I wasn't with him were the only times he had a chance to relieve himself.

Watching through the camera, I made sure to walk in on him EVERY TIME.

I made sure he was pent up AS FUCK.

Damn, was he adorable when I walked in on him jacking himself or about to. Sometimes, I did it just when he was getting into it and pretended not to notice when he quickly tucked himself back in. Other times, I was purposefully loud and slow when about to enter the room, so I could watch him scramble to redress through the video feed on my phone.

One time, I purposefully knocked on the door when I knew he was at the edge of a climax.

"I forgot my key," I mumbled, giving him false hope.

"Just a sec!" He yelled out as he beat his cute dick faster, hoping to release before opening the door.

I'd give him no such luck. "Oh wait, here it is."

I could see each emotion play over his face: desperation, fear, embarassment. He dove into bed and pulled the covers to his chin. I could practically feel him vibrating with need as I entered. I entered with a grunt. I was hard as a rock, too.

"'Sup." I gave a nonchalant head nod and stripped. Tristan's eyes bugged out. "It's hot out today. I need a shower," I justified.

I purposefully took my time walking around the room in all my muscled glory. Tristan's eyes followed and tracked my movements. He bit his comforter that he'd used to hide his body.

I scratched my balls.

His hand started moving under the covers. He kept watching me.

He didn't seem to be thinking with reason at the moment, so as long as I acted comfortable and casual, he wouldn't be spooked. I descreetly ran my hands over my body and grabbed my cock, pretending to adjust something.

His eyes closed, and his body shuddered.

Fucking shit!! He just came! Masterbating to my naked form. Hell yeah. My body blazed.

From that point on, I kept interrupting him. What else would he do when pent up enough?

One night, after he thought I was asleep, I heard the telltale sounds of him rubbing himself. I patiently waited until his breathing picked up audibly in the small room and went uneven.

I pretended to suddenly wake up, claiming I had a nightmare and asked to sleep in his bed. Before he could answer, in nothing but my boxers, I slipped into the tight space of his bed. As the other side of his bed was against the wall, he had no where to go.

"UuuUhumm!" He panicked.

I hugged his shoulders tightly and rubbed my nose against his neck. I could feel his body shaking. Mhmm. I ran my hand up and down his arm, then switched to rubbing down his side - he was squirming - until I landed on his hip, and my arm bumped into his naked, hard dick. He gasped and froze.

"Baby," I felt him shudder next to me. "Were you in the middle of a wank? You can keep going. I don't mind."

"W-what? No... that's not..."

"Come on, grab your dick. I want you to. Rub it. I bet it's so pretty, just like the rest of you."

He initially froze with indecision but horniness won out. I felt him move his hand to grip himself.

"Good boy." He preened. "Looks like you were close. I feel you shivering against me." I ran a finger down his chest. "Your dick is throbbing, yeah? It's pulsing for touch, the glide of a hand to rub and squeeze it," I spoke against his ear. He was practically hyperventilating, heh.

I circled his nipple, gaving a teasing scrape over it with my nail. He shuddered with a yelp he tried to silence. I could hear the sound of skin on skin.

I growled, "Are you wet, too? Are you leaking like the naughty boy you are?"

He muffled a moan, and his hand quickened.

"It feels good, doesn't it? Touching yourself, in the dark... with a man in bed with you." I whispered the last part against his ear.

His eyes slipped shut, and he tensed in pleasure. I could practically feel his orgasm roll through him.

When he opened his eyes, some of the fog clearing, he broke out in stress. "Omg! What did I- Omg!" He tried to struggle up to run away.

I pushed him back and held him down with my large hand on the middle of his chest.

"Only fair for me, too, don't you think?"

"Huh? I- I'm not gay!!"

"This is just guys helping each other out a bit. Don't be selfish."

"Oh! Sorry..."

"You should return the favor. I like being touched." I pumped myself firmly under the covers. Tristan looked nervous. "Run your hands on my shoulders, chest, and abs. Yeah, just like that." Even his tentative, light touches made me crazy. "Mhmm, scrape your nails - ugh!! Baby..."

I twisted my hips, so my come landed on his torso. A deep satisfaction rushed through me.

"Eep!"

"Oops, sorry there," I said as I rubbed it more into his skin under the disguise of trying to wipe it off him.

I woke up before him and slipped out of bed the next day. He looked so peaceful while sleeping. That didn't last when he woke up. I could see he was freaking out, but he was too shy to say anything. I acted normally, and he eventually let it go.

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Tristan's POV:

I noticed the disguised camera in our room Brody had set up. I recognized it, because my parents had those set up all over our house growing up. Brody probably wasn't into the idea of living in such a close space with so many other people in one hallway. Like my parents, he likely wanted assurance that if there was a thief or an emergency, he had eyes on the room.

I would've prefered he ask me first, but maybe he didn't want to sound paranoid or weird.

Sometimes... I pretended Brody was watching me through the camera. It was silly and a bit of a twisted fantasy. I mean, if he was watching me, wouldn't he want to watch me finish? But he often just came home directly from class. He didn't care.

I purposefully never looked at the camera, because if Brody did ever happen to check the camera, I didn't want him to think that I...

My dick swelled at the thought of Brody's eyes on me. He's too manly to be... gay. And I'm definitely not gay. I can't be! But, just sometimes, just alone in my thoughts, I liked to fantasize...

I pulled myself out, closing my eyes, and rubbed my already stiff member.

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Brody's POV:

I watched him on my phone from the hallway, purposefully waiting until he was in the middle of a jerk off session and quietly entered the room.

He was caught red handed and squealed. Mhh, that's a sound he'd make speared on my cock.

"Keep going. Don't mind me."

"No, I'll..." He let go of himself with a pitiful sound.

"I won't look." I made a big show of turning around and putting in air pods, which I didn't turn on, so I could hear him.

"Uuuuhmmm..." He started again with a quick pace, probably trying to get it over with.

I peaked over. "Dude, you're doing it wrong."

"What?" He stilled.

I took out the air pods. "No wonder you're frusturated all the time." I grinned as if me constantly interrupting him wasn't the actual reason. "You're jerking wrong!"

He hesitated. "I didn't know there was a wrong way."

I leaned back in my desk chair, ankle over my other knee, arms crossed, examining him, like it was some science project.

He covered himself with both hands.

"Go ahead, shy boy. I'll give you my expertise free of charge." I winked at him, rewarded with a deepening blush.

"I'm not... shy."

"Prove it." My body was buzzing. Do it. Do it. Do it. I wanted to beg him. Instead, I tried my hardest to seem relaxed.

He tentatively removed one hand, the other gripping the middle of his shaft. Damn, his pink dickhead was as cute as the rest of him.

"Show me what you usually do."

He avoided my gaze as he slowly started to stroke himself base to tip.

"No, no. Tease the underside of your dickhead first. Yeah, good job. Now, just stroke base to almost tip but don't. Tease yourself a bit. Now, include the head too, squeeze tighter on the way up."

He gasped and let out little noises of appreciation with each movement. His eyes were half lidded.

"You're so hot, baby."

He finally looked at me, but in slight panic.

I pivoted. "It's hot to watch people when they're in pleasure and desperate." Lies. I was telling him lies. It was hot watching HIM like that. "Are you desperate to come yet, baby?"

He wet his lips with his seductive tongue and tentatively nodded his head.

"Give your balls some love, too. Rub them in a circular motion. Good boy. Mmm, my hands are big enough that I could easily dwarf your plump balls."

Tristan's dick jerked. He seemed excited by the idea of my hands on him.

"Squeeze, now massage them. Rub lightly... and squeeze again."

"I'm close," he informed me.

"Faster. Tighter. Yeah, look at you blushing red." I looked between his face and dick. They were both a deep red. "Let go."

"Huhh?!" His eyes opened wide, looking directly at me in disbelief. He made a desperate sound and paused.

"Let go!" I said more harshly.

He did. His dick pulsed in the air. Mine hurt, too, trapped in my pants. Worth it.

"Brody, pleeeease."

His begging was the sweetest sound. Wow, he was perfect.

"Rub your nipples."

He did and fell back in bed, squirming, hips humping air.

I crawled over him, my legs on either side of his thighs and my hands framing his head.

"Finish yourself."

He moaned gratefully and immediately attached his hand to his pulsing dick.

I leaned down, our breaths mingling. As his orgasm hit, I brushed his lips with mine and pulled back to watch his intoxicating reactions.

Again, afterwards, he was embarrassed beyond belief but couldn't bring himself to address it. I again acted like nothing happened. In private, though, I chaffed my cock from jerking off to that scene over and over.

A few days later, when I was working on some difficult assignments, and Tristan was getting ready for bed, he offhandedly asked me to remind him what class he had tomorrow morning.

I answered immediately and internally cursed at my fuck up. "How'd you know I know, huh?"

"Don't you know my schedule and come around during my breaks to spend time with me?" He sounded matter of fact.

My mouth dried up. "Yeah."

"Good night, Brody." He rolled over with a yawn.

So he knew... and was totally fine with it! I was suddenly filled with an overflow of happiness.

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Tristan's POV:

"Eep!" Brody licked my ear!

He gave a low voiced chuckle that made me shiver.

I had just returned from classes and was unpacking textbooks onto my desk when Brody snuck up behind me.

He talked into my ear, telling me about his day, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. I shuddered again. For some reason, he started mouthing the skin of my neck.

"What are you doing? I'm pretty certain this is... gay?" Why did I finish it like a question? I often felt like I needed Brody to ease my worries.

"No, baby, it's not. Only a gay dude would feel uncomfortable and pull away because of roughhousing between buds."

Was this roughhousing? I held still as possible. Maybe I turned my head to give him more access to my neck, but that's all.

"Isn't it weird to call me baby as an endearment? I don't think, hmm, friends do that." My voice sounded breathy. I hope he didn't notice. My eyes felt heavy. I also thought that the word friends felt like such an inadequate word to describe Brody.

His hands gripped my hips. "But it's a fact. You're clumsy and silly and so innocent, just like a baby." His voice was a contrast to mine, gruff and rough. I loved listening to him. I loved his voice sending vibrations across my skin.

"Oh okay." I did like when he called me baby. I tried not to think too much about why.

He did pull away after that, leaving me with... disappointment. I wanted more. I bit my lip and finished unpacking with blurry vision.

After getting the green light that one time, Brody started regularly munching on my neck. He snacked on other parts of me sometimes, too, like my arms and fingers and, once while I was watching tv, even my calves!

"W-what are you doing?"

"Getting my daily vitamin of Tristan."

I giggled at his response.

I was sideways on my bed, my legs along the length of it. He crawled between my legs, biting and licking up them along the way. I was wearing short lounging shorts, so most of my skin was exposed for his feasting.

He licked and mouthed my thighs. His wide shoulders pushed my legs farther apart as he licked higher and higher. He spread one of my legs out and bit my inner thigh. I yelped and gripped his shoulder, intending to push him away, but I just clutched him there.