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🕑 Added 2025-01-24 17:18:29 +0000 UTCI'd lived with my roommate, Rod, for nearly 6 months and after that time, I still knew nothing about him. I knew he was a builder, I knew he had very little social life and I knew he loved the gym, but that was about it.
He kept himself to himself, rarely engaging in more than a nod or a muttered "hello" when we passed each other in the kitchen or the hallway. It wasn't that he was rude, he just didn't seem remotely interested in anything other than himself.
I had no clue whether he was gay or straight or bi or who knew what, but that hadn't stopped me imagining the things I'd love him to do to me.
Rod was a level of hot that I never knew existed before I met him. He kept his hair buzzcut short, he had a strong jaw, intense eyes and the most incredibly jacked body, not to mention an ass that was seemed to taunt me every time he walked past me. It was the sexiest bubble butt I had ever seen in my life.
I spent many a night in my room, butt naked and jerking off as I imagined him pinning me to the wall and making me beg him for his dick. Or ripping my clothes off and telling me to bend over. Fuck, I wanted him so badly.
But as he had no interest in even talking to me, I was forced to just dream. I'd tried to sneak into his room once to smell some of his used undies, but the bastard had a lock on his door, so that wasn't even a possibility. I was just doomed to spend my days lusting after something that I would never be able to have.
I spent my days working in a call centre so I was fairly predictable in that I left and came back to the house at the same times everyday. Rod was usually asleep when I left and was usually out at the gym when I returned, but on a random Monday, our office got closed due to a burst water pipe so I ended up driving home around three in the afternoon.
I fully expected to get home to an empty apartment, but I was surprised to find Rod's car in his usual space when I arrived. I headed up to the apartment and quietly let myself in as I always did.
As I walked down the hall, I was surprised to see my bedroom door half open. I was religious about closing it when I wasn't in, so I was confused before my heard a grunt coming from inside.
My heart stopped in my chest. Was that? No way! It couldn't be.
I tiptoed up to the open doorway and slowly peaked my head inside. I couldn't believe my eyes and it took every ounce of self control not to gasp out loud.
Rod was stood in the middle of my room, sweat pants around his ankles, briefs around his thick muscular thighs, ass on full show, cock in one hand and a pair of my undies in his other hand, clasped over his handsome face. He was grunting like a pig as he rocked his hips, fucking his hand with a desperation to nut that I'd rarely seen from another guy.
When I recovered from the shock, and the realisation that my cock was at full mast already, I slid my hand into my pocket to grab my phone, but I completely missed and smashed my hand into the wall, causing a loud bang.
Rod jumped and spun around, my undies falling to the floor from his hand.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he growled at me.
"What am I doing? What are you doing in my room, jerking off with my undies?"
Rod smiled and it was the biggest shit eating grin I'd ever seen in my life.
"Why do you care? We both know you want this."
Rod wrapped his hand back around his meaty cock and slapped it against his other palm.
My whole mouth filled with saliva as he nodded towards it. "Get on your knees."
My cock was practically begging for release by this point, but I ignored it, stepping into the room and dropping to my knees. I didn't even have a chance to take a breath before Rod pushed it between my lips and groaned.
"Now that's where you've belonged for the last six months. Get to it!'
I moaned, my lips buzzing around his dick as I got to work, and hell if I wasn't the happiest fucker there ever was!
