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By *rowser OP Man
7 days ago
East Kent |
[A continuation from the original thread now full.]
Roommates Revived: Part Two
My heart began to beat a bit faster. Jay had woken up to an eyeful of my naked form, back view. Slowly I turned, smiling naturally, continued to dry my hair, and replied, "Hi!" Softly again, Jay followed up. Sleep had deepened his voice.
"Early start for a Sunday. All nice and clean".
"I know, I've got that deadline. Need to hit the library for a long session."
Jay maintained his side-on position, his face smudged with sleep. It was only fair to let him wake up gradually, as I'd done for about an hour. I let a pause hang as he looked at me - neutrally, openly, in the light of a new day, after our incredible night. I liked being looked at, it felt good, and implied a new level of masculine ease going forward. Without haste, I dried my pits, chest and crack. My penis had the weight of a recent unsatisfied erection: hanging heavily downwards, thick, darkish pink, veins evident, foreskin right back. With cool curiosity, Jay resumed our chat.
"Are you circumcised?"
At this I could only let out a chuckle, at his candid interest, and lack of reserve. That trait had after all initiated everything which now filled my mind. He'd observed, had the thought, felt no reason not to voice it.
"No! It just tends to stay back, after good use. Normal state will soon resume. I'm just like you".
Glad to bond, and talk about cock, I towelled my hairy balls, so Jay could see the focus of his interest bounce up and down. I sat on the bed to dry my feet. Jay angled his left arm to prop up his head, and spoke again.
"So about last night. It was fucking amazing, as I said. But it's between ourselves, yeah?"
"Absolutely between ourselves", I confirmed.
What else would I say? I was more than happy to keep our time totally private, specially as Jay's compliment hardly ruled out more. He could see I wouldn't be around for the day, and said what he had to before I left. In my own good time I put on outdoor clothes. Jay maintained his gaze, knowing I liked it - I could feel his effect all over me. Before zipping up my jeans, I'd arranged my semi-erection upwards in my briefs for comfort. By design and temperament I was reserved, and all business, but the mood in the room was obvious. My reserve restrained what had to be held back, like my zippered cock. I was showered and dressed for the day, while glancing at a naturally sexy young man, warm and naked in his humid bed, with no pressing schedule. Only hours ago we'd brought each other to stunning orgasms. Teasingly to underline the contrast, Jay lay back to resume his favoured position of assured arrogance: hands clasped behind his dark head of hair; bristling armpits open for admiration; manly chest exposed in full; bedclothes pulled up some way below has navel.
Given Jay's stare at me, I had no reserve in rewarding him in turn with the up and down appreciation, from navel to face and slowly back again, which he evidently sought. Part of him sensed I wanted nothing more than to strip my clothes off, slip into his bed, feel his unwashed flesh, smell his rich odours, caress his body hair, and hold his gorgeous hard cock. He wasn't wrong. Then again there was the fact that he now knew just how I could use my my hands and my mouth - this was about both of us. I had no doubt his duvet hid an aching erection, as urgent as mine had been. But - my work-life balance had to be honoured. I couldn't afford to fall behind with assignments, I had to maintain a good start. As I put books and notes into my backpack, Jay slid his right hand casually down his body and under the duvet. Our eyes met for a few beats. I put on my coat and backpack. In my bed, I found our damp hand-towel - sniffed it, folded it, and gently placed it on Jay's duvet, just below his navel.
"See you later", I said.
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