His abs flexed as he stretched, and his hand drifted lazily toward his crotch. The feeling of his girth, the weight of it, sent a thrill through me. Lochlan was lying in his own bed, scrolling on his phone, completely unfazed. When I looked up at him he had a furrowed brow, looking at me confused. One Friday night, after a few beers, I had them standing in front of me naked as I made out with the head of Lochlan’s cock while jerking off Zack. He’s not gay so it’s cool,” he said. “Yeah,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’m willing.”
“Alright,” Zack said, stretching his arms over his head, which somehow drew attention down to his large cock hanging between his legs. His cock already growing in my hand. “Cool. Even if he didn’t realize I was super gay for him, now the suite mates across the bathroom divide were going to know I was a gay guy lusting over my hung roommate. “Fuck, you’re good,” he muttered, his abs flexing as he got closer. When I looked up at him he had a furrowed brow, looking at me confused.
