Date: Wed, 01 Dec 2010 01:28:49 -0500
From: Luther Lewis III <iiiloumusic3@aol.com>
Subject: The Best Roommate Ever: Prologue (Gary)

The Best Roommate Ever: The Prologue (Gary)

      Good morning world and morning-wood. My eyes are dry again. I don't
know why I choose to leave my contacts in when I sleep, but I'm just too
lazy to take them out some nights.  I figure that I should get out of the
bed since the sun is aggravating my lens-covered cornea.

      I wonder, "Should I rub my eyes or rub one out? I'll just rub my eyes
a bit for now. Once I piss, I'm sure my hardon will subside anyway. I hate
peeing with my dick hard. I'll just stand a few feet from the toilet and
let the stream arch into the bowl". After a few moments of awkward aiming
and approximately shooting my pee, my erection goes away.

      Kelly and Brian must have left early this morning. At first, I
thought that her letting Brain move in with us was a bad idea, but I really
enjoy having him around. Plus, Brian is so fucking hot. I think he's mixed
with Puerto Rican or Brazilian maybe. His skin is a bronze color and he has
the body of a god!

      Kelly is lucky. One night, Brian was in the kitchen grabbing
something to drink with nothing but boxers on. I could smell the sex on him
and his skin was glistening. His prominent pecs with those perfectly round
and ever-hard nipples looked so delicious that it made my mouth water. He
was breathing somewhat heavily expanding and contracting his killer
six-pack which showed off some sort of athletic activity. His are the kind
of abs that you see in fitness magazines. Each abdominal muscle was large
and almost rectangular and the group took up most of Brian's perfect
torso. He also has those `V' shaped muscular lines that lead down into his
crotch.  Beneath Brian's belly-button is a clearly manicured `happy-trail'
of hair that leads to his large wad of a package.  It is a package that
I've studied well when neither Kelly nor he was looking. Even through cargo
shorts, you can see that bulge. I love the days I get to see him in
basketball shorts or sweatpants. This night, I got a peek of his long,
thick dick through the front-slit in his boxers and I think I even saw a
little bit of leftover cum on the front of them. I had to grab a box of
cereal and take it to my room with me to cover up my completely swollen
cock.

      I get jealous that Kelly gets to be fucked by Brian.  I want him to
be mine; and I try to catch his attention. I know he stares at me when I
walk around the apartment. I always make the effort to be in noting but
underwear or some tight shorts when I know he will be around. I see how he
looks at me. I think I've even seen him staring at my dick a few times.

      Brian comes in my room to look at my CD's and DVD's when I'm not home
some days. I'm pretty sure he uses my computer sometimes too. I hope I
never leave anything embarrassing up on there. I don't mind him coming into
my room when I'm not there, but I think he goes through my underwear
draw. I'm very particular about folding my clothes a certain way (I used to
work in retail). So, I can clearly tell if something is folder
incorrectly. On more than one account, I found a few pair of my briefs
folded wrong. One pair in particular smelled like Brian's cologne. It'd be
cute if he borrowed a pair or something; maybe he gets off to them. Yeah,
right. A guy can fantasize though.

      There have been many times that I have fucked myself with my dildo
thinking it was Brian's big dick. After Brian moved in, I bought a fake
dick that was thick and long; the way I pictured his cock. One day, Brian
was in the living room hanging out with a few of his friends and I could
hear them talking from my room. I liked hearing his voice and it actually
made me horny. I pulled out my dildo and lubed it up. I put the suctioned
end on my nightstand, pulled off my underwear and slowly mounted my thick,
9 inch `Brian-wanna-be' dick. Brian and his friends were talking about
football scores from the past weekend and I imagined that he was fucking me
in front of them in a college locker room.

      Their debate over teams and games turned into dirty dialog in my
head.

      "Two more touchdowns", turned into, "Fuck him harder", in my
fantasy. "Five more yards", became, "Take it all"! I could smell the stench
of a locker room after a hard-fought game. I heard the lockers slam and the
showers running. I heard the voices of boys clanging on tile as a stiff rod
glided in and out of my tight ass. What was hotter was the fact that Brian
and his friends had no clue that only my bedroom door and a few carpeted
feet separated them from me riding my dildo. If only the boys would have
opened my door and made my day-dreaming come true. I dreamt that I could
see Brian's friends stroking their hard dicks while watching him pound
me. I saw them all shooting their hot cum all over my body.

      I was in heaven listening to hot straight guys and riding a hard
cock. I had not even touched my dick yet when Brian yelled out jokingly to
one of his friends, "Take that bitch!", and my cock exploded with gobs of
sperm. Nothing or no one had ever turned me on enough to make me cum
without jacking off before then; before Brian.

      It's too bad Brian isn't here this morning. Oh well, shower time. I
remove my t-shirt and briefs and toss them on the bathroom floor. I figure,
since I'm home alone, perhaps I should just beat off when I get out of the
shower.