The Perfect Roommate
Posted on: March 06, 2008Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
Was it possible that Trent didn’t know what effect he had on me? He was driving me crazy. He’d been doing this since we were thrown together as college roommates two months earlier.I was sitting at my desk, trying to concentrate on my calculus homework, when the door to our room opened and Trent padded in straight from the shower, dripping wet. He stood there on the carpet, within clear sight of me, and whipped the towel off from around his waist and started to dry himself down. He was whistling and chatting at me, apparently oblivious to the fact that I couldn’t catch my breath well enough to answer him.He was beautiful. He had a lithe, deeply tanned athlete’s body. Everything was perfectly proportioned from his shiny white teeth down to his size nine and a half feet. Everything, that is, except for his outsized cock and low-hanging balls.He slept in the nude, and this evening he showed every sign that he wasn’t going to dress up now just to have to prepare for bed a little later. He moved around the room like a dancer—no, like a big cat stalking its prey—with his heavy cock swaying back and forth. I tried to bury my face in my math problems, but I just couldn’t ignore him. I was glad my knees were under the desk, because I would have been very embarrassed for him to see the hard on he was giving me.At length, he stretched out on his bed ...
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