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Addicted to roommate crack.

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Fat lizard in the sun/232.

Fat lizard in the sun/232.

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1/  

John was a different kind of roommate…not totally weird but not at all afraid to be wholly himself, to let out his own barbarian ‘yawp’ at the world whenever it needed to be let out - or whenever he the felt like the world needed to hear a good ‘yawp.’ 

Not yawping for the sake of attention, because he knew the eye of the world was blind. More to say, ‘hey, world, I see what you’re up to there, whether you turn your blind eye to me or not. Nice trick, but I see it.’ And so John would yawp and yawp as the world turned its little tricks on the street below our room. That room, by the way, enjoyed great views, interior and exterior.

sublimecock:

1/ John was a different kind of roommate…not totally weird but not at all afraid to be wholly himself, to let out his own barbarian ‘yawp’ at the world whenever it needed to be let out - or whenever he the felt like the world needed to hear a good ‘yawp.’

Not yawping for the sake of attention, because he knew the eye of the world was blind. More to say, ‘hey, world, I see what you’re up to there, whether you turn your blind eye to me or not. Nice trick, but I see it.’ And so John would yawp and yawp as the world turned its little tricks on the street below our room. That room, by the way, enjoyed great views, interior and exterior.

sublimecock:

2/  As I mentioned last night, my roommate John was something of a different breed. He was keen to ‘sound [his] barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.’ Or to be more accurate, he mostly yelped his yawp from the window of our street level apartment. John, it is fair to say, was offended by the indifference of the world, and he was determined to dismantle the indifference, if not of the world, of the passers-by to our small corner of it.

John was also a guy who liked very much to be naked. He enjoyed living in his own skin - and nothing else when circumstances permitted. He frequently stripped off all of his clothes immediately upon entering our apartment. I was completely taken aback the first time that occurred, I believe on the third day of our living together. “Sorry, dude, hope this doesn’t freak you out, but I cannot fucking stand the pretense these clothes represent,” he half-yawped at me. “We are naked in the world,” he added, as if by way of explanation. “You are, that’s for sure,” I observed as he stripped off what little he had been wearing - a T-shirt, worn jeans, flip flops. Period. Of course he was a freeballer when forced to wear clothes. 

I was far more accustomed to having to contrive a peek at my friends’ junk than having to avoid seeing it, but I became used to his fat cock flopping around our cramped quarters in very short order. Straight cock is still cock, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the daily cock parade for the several months that we were roomies. At the time I was posing as - and passing for - a straight guy who fucked women, but early into our roommate-ship I began to actively consider losing the women and suggesting to John that we try a ‘bros with benefits’ arrangement. It made sense to me that to be able to sell that as an open-minded straight man, both bros would have to be in need of benefits. I wasn’t much concerned by the yawping with which such a suggestion would likely be met.

sublimecock:

2/ As I mentioned last night, my roommate John was something of a different breed. He was keen to ‘sound [his] barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.’ Or to be more accurate, he mostly yelped his yawp from the window of our street level apartment. John, it is fair to say, was offended by the indifference of the world, and he was determined to dismantle the indifference, if not of the world, of the passers-by to our small corner of it.

John was also a guy who liked very much to be naked. He enjoyed living in his own skin - and nothing else when circumstances permitted. He frequently stripped off all of his clothes immediately upon entering our apartment. I was completely taken aback the first time that occurred, I believe on the third day of our living together. “Sorry, dude, hope this doesn’t freak you out, but I cannot fucking stand the pretense these clothes represent,” he half-yawped at me. “We are naked in the world,” he added, as if by way of explanation. “You are, that’s for sure,” I observed as he stripped off what little he had been wearing - a T-shirt, worn jeans, flip flops. Period. Of course he was a freeballer when forced to wear clothes.

I was far more accustomed to having to contrive a peek at my friends’ junk than having to avoid seeing it, but I became used to his fat cock flopping around our cramped quarters in very short order. Straight cock is still cock, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the daily cock parade for the several months that we were roomies. At the time I was posing as - and passing for - a straight guy who fucked women, but early into our roommate-ship I began to actively consider losing the women and suggesting to John that we try a ‘bros with benefits’ arrangement. It made sense to me that to be able to sell that as an open-minded straight man, both bros would have to be in need of benefits. I wasn’t much concerned by the yawping with which such a suggestion would likely be met.

sublimecock:

3/
“So…have you thought anymore about the ‘bros with benefits’ idea I tossed out the other day,” I cautiously asked my roommate. John was perched in his favorite world-watching spot in our street-level apartment, a large corner picture window that afforded views in two directions. He was naked, of course, as he always was, with his fat cock dangling between his legs. Of late, he was doing much more silent watching (and showing off,  I thought) than yawping at the startled passersby who happened to glance up into the window and find themselves face-to-face with a very fine fat cock.

"Huh?" he asked distractedly, never averting his gaze from the street. "Tell me again about the benefits," he said. That’s the hard part,  I thought, taking a deep breath. This had been a really stupid idea, I knew, but once committed I plunged ahead. "Well, we’re both between girlfriends," I began, taking some liberties with the facts. As far as I knew John had never had a girlfriend, and I had had both girlfriends and boyfriends, ditching the last girlfriend I had had just a couple of weeks before, precisely so that I could plausibly make the stupid play I was then making. "And, you know…I kind of miss the…ah…attention…and, um, I’m sure you miss having someone to…uh…" "The benefits?" John insisted. 

Fuck it, I thought, just spit it out and get it over with, then never mention this shit again. I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t even look at John - but that didn’t matter because he was still staring out at the street,  waiting for that certain thing, whatever it was that was worthy of his barbaric yawp.  “Consider it a mutual assistance program…,” and then I just blurted out, “occasional mutual handjobs, maybe blowjobs, too. No strings, no commitment - we’re done whenever one of us hooks up with a chick again.” Whew. 

"So you’re saying you want me to jack you off?" "Well, you know, just a lend a helping hand…," then quickly added, "and, you know, I’d help you out, too…," not knowing if that made my offer better or worse. "You’d jack me off you mean," John clarified. "Yes, true," I answered. "And you’d want me to suck your dick?" he persisted. "Optional only," I replied, as I busied myself at the kitchen counter, my back still turned to John. 

"And you would actually suck my cock…from time to time?" John restated my proposition. "Total reciprocity," I answered, turning to face the room again. "Look, it was a dumb i—" I stopped in mid-sentence as I saw John, still staring straight out at the street, sporting a big fucking boner. I was dumbstruck.

"C’mon, cocksucker, you can start right now," he said.

sublimecock:

3/
“So…have you thought anymore about the ‘bros with benefits’ idea I tossed out the other day,” I cautiously asked my roommate. John was perched in his favorite world-watching spot in our street-level apartment, a large corner picture window that afforded views in two directions. He was naked, of course, as he always was, with his fat cock dangling between his legs. Of late, he was doing much more silent watching (and showing off, I thought) than yawping at the startled passersby who happened to glance up into the window and find themselves face-to-face with a very fine fat cock.

"Huh?" he asked distractedly, never averting his gaze from the street. "Tell me again about the benefits," he said. That’s the hard part, I thought, taking a deep breath. This had been a really stupid idea, I knew, but once committed I plunged ahead. "Well, we’re both between girlfriends," I began, taking some liberties with the facts. As far as I knew John had never had a girlfriend, and I had had both girlfriends and boyfriends, ditching the last girlfriend I had had just a couple of weeks before, precisely so that I could plausibly make the stupid play I was then making. "And, you know…I kind of miss the…ah…attention…and, um, I’m sure you miss having someone to…uh…" "The benefits?" John insisted.

Fuck it, I thought, just spit it out and get it over with, then never mention this shit again. I was so embarrassed that I couldn’t even look at John - but that didn’t matter because he was still staring out at the street, waiting for that certain thing, whatever it was that was worthy of his barbaric yawp. “Consider it a mutual assistance program…,” and then I just blurted out, “occasional mutual handjobs, maybe blowjobs, too. No strings, no commitment - we’re done whenever one of us hooks up with a chick again.” Whew.

"So you’re saying you want me to jack you off?" "Well, you know, just a lend a helping hand…," then quickly added, "and, you know, I’d help you out, too…," not knowing if that made my offer better or worse. "You’d jack me off you mean," John clarified. "Yes, true," I answered. "And you’d want me to suck your dick?" he persisted. "Optional only," I replied, as I busied myself at the kitchen counter, my back still turned to John.

"And you would actually suck my cock…from time to time?" John restated my proposition. "Total reciprocity," I answered, turning to face the room again. "Look, it was a dumb i—" I stopped in mid-sentence as I saw John, still staring straight out at the street, sporting a big fucking boner. I was dumbstruck.

"C’mon, cocksucker, you can start right now," he said.

sublimecock:

4/

The temptation to accept my straight roommate’s invitation - or had it been a command? - to suck his cock was almost irresistible. After weeks of scheming and maneuvering by me to smear, smudge and blur (if not erase) the line that separated acceptable from unacceptable conduct between 21-year-old male, & presumptively straight, college roommates, it looked to my eyes (staring at John’s  exposed hard-on) as if I had reached the threshold of success. But there was a catch…

My always-naked-indoors roommate was sitting in our big picture window looking out at the people passing on the street. I had just clarified - for the 4th time - the details of the open-minded ‘bros with benefits’ arrangement I had first pitched to him a couple of weeks earlier, and twice more since. This had been my ‘great idea’ for getting into his pants and his cock into my mouth while I continued to pose as a straight guy who preferred to fuck women but who, in a pinch, would “let” his best bud suck him off. 

In truth I had been tiring of girls - again - and tiring particularly of the one girl I had been banging on a ‘whenever-you-want-to-fuck’ (her words) basis since before the end of the last semester. I was still trying to find what I thought of as ‘the right balance of chicks and dicks’ to suit my taste. Generally, I had found women to be much more high maintenance and usually less sexually satisfying. While I was thinking in those days in terms of “balancing” my cock-craving with some vagina on the side, you might have recognized me, had we met then, as one of those guys who was just not quite ready to jettison all the props of his pretend-heterosexual life. Of course, at the moment in question, I knew exactly what I wanted  - my roommate’s big hard cock, which was on full display across the room. What I wanted was to blow my roommate without entirely blowing my supposed cover, and I couldn’t figure anyway to accomplish both goals by going down on my roomie in the plain view of the world through our window.

The ‘benefits’ conversation had not gone well at all, and I had been so embarrassed to repeat the nuts and bolts of my plan that I had been talking over my shoulder while I pretended to straighten up the kitchen. John wasn’t looking at me anyway, as he was totally absorbed in the passing street scene, waiting for the right moment to pounce on and howl away at some poor passing fucker. In the meantime he treated those passersby who happened to look his way with a superb view of his stony glare and big fat cock. He was convinced that he was accomplishing something vital through his increasingly longer nude sojourns in our street level window, though I had no idea what vital thing that might be.

I had sheepishly turned to face John’s window seat, fully intent on surrendering my hare-brained scheme and admitting the utter stupidity of having proposed, solely as a matter of convenience, that we two (ostensibly) straight friends give each other mutual aid by way of the occasional exchange of  handjobs or blowjobs. I was already thinking I might have to text Bambi the Bimbo for another “favor.”

So when I turned to face the music I had been surprised to see that John’s big cock was now erect. He was still sitting in the window, with his boner almost touching the glass. I had been even more surprised when he said to me, “C’mon, cocksucker, you can start right now,” he said.

My instant thought was that our (me) casually talking about casually jacking and blowing each other had aroused him. But I almost as quickly reevaluated that notion. He never turned to face me and, apart from his hard cock, there was nothing about his demeanor that suggested an amorous interest in what we had been discussing. Instead, his attention was fully focused on a crowd gathering outside the window, the attention of which was fully focused on our window and the guy with a very nice hard-on sitting in it.

"C’mon, man, I’ve finally gotten their attention," John said to me in an urgent whisper, barely moving his lips. "Now take off your clothes and start sucking my dick before they lose interest and move on!" he hissed. Then he gave the growing crowd his loudest and most barbaric yawp, the primitive growl ripping from his chest and reverberating off the glass.  

There was no fucking way I was going to blow him - or even be seen with him - in that window, with or without a gathering crowd. Was there?

sublimecock:

4/

The temptation to accept my straight roommate’s invitation - or had it been a command? - to suck his cock was almost irresistible. After weeks of scheming and maneuvering by me to smear, smudge and blur (if not erase) the line that separated acceptable from unacceptable conduct between 21-year-old male, & presumptively straight, college roommates, it looked to my eyes (staring at John’s exposed hard-on) as if I had reached the threshold of success. But there was a catch…

My always-naked-indoors roommate was sitting in our big picture window looking out at the people passing on the street. I had just clarified - for the 4th time - the details of the open-minded ‘bros with benefits’ arrangement I had first pitched to him a couple of weeks earlier, and twice more since. This had been my ‘great idea’ for getting into his pants and his cock into my mouth while I continued to pose as a straight guy who preferred to fuck women but who, in a pinch, would “let” his best bud suck him off.

In truth I had been tiring of girls - again - and tiring particularly of the one girl I had been banging on a ‘whenever-you-want-to-fuck’ (her words) basis since before the end of the last semester. I was still trying to find what I thought of as ‘the right balance of chicks and dicks’ to suit my taste. Generally, I had found women to be much more high maintenance and usually less sexually satisfying. While I was thinking in those days in terms of “balancing” my cock-craving with some vagina on the side, you might have recognized me, had we met then, as one of those guys who was just not quite ready to jettison all the props of his pretend-heterosexual life. Of course, at the moment in question, I knew exactly what I wanted - my roommate’s big hard cock, which was on full display across the room. What I wanted was to blow my roommate without entirely blowing my supposed cover, and I couldn’t figure anyway to accomplish both goals by going down on my roomie in the plain view of the world through our window.

The ‘benefits’ conversation had not gone well at all, and I had been so embarrassed to repeat the nuts and bolts of my plan that I had been talking over my shoulder while I pretended to straighten up the kitchen. John wasn’t looking at me anyway, as he was totally absorbed in the passing street scene, waiting for the right moment to pounce on and howl away at some poor passing fucker. In the meantime he treated those passersby who happened to look his way with a superb view of his stony glare and big fat cock. He was convinced that he was accomplishing something vital through his increasingly longer nude sojourns in our street level window, though I had no idea what vital thing that might be.

I had sheepishly turned to face John’s window seat, fully intent on surrendering my hare-brained scheme and admitting the utter stupidity of having proposed, solely as a matter of convenience, that we two (ostensibly) straight friends give each other mutual aid by way of the occasional exchange of handjobs or blowjobs. I was already thinking I might have to text Bambi the Bimbo for another “favor.”

So when I turned to face the music I had been surprised to see that John’s big cock was now erect. He was still sitting in the window, with his boner almost touching the glass. I had been even more surprised when he said to me, “C’mon, cocksucker, you can start right now,” he said.

My instant thought was that our (me) casually talking about casually jacking and blowing each other had aroused him. But I almost as quickly reevaluated that notion. He never turned to face me and, apart from his hard cock, there was nothing about his demeanor that suggested an amorous interest in what we had been discussing. Instead, his attention was fully focused on a crowd gathering outside the window, the attention of which was fully focused on our window and the guy with a very nice hard-on sitting in it.

"C’mon, man, I’ve finally gotten their attention," John said to me in an urgent whisper, barely moving his lips. "Now take off your clothes and start sucking my dick before they lose interest and move on!" he hissed. Then he gave the growing crowd his loudest and most barbaric yawp, the primitive growl ripping from his chest and reverberating off the glass.

There was no fucking way I was going to blow him - or even be seen with him - in that window, with or without a gathering crowd. Was there?

sublimecock:

5/

As it turned out, it wasn’t that difficult to turn down my roommate’s invitation to blow him  in front of a bunch of strangers gathered on the street outside our picture window. That was a no-brainer. “No thanks, man,” I said. Just as I turned to walk down the hall to my room, I saw John pick up a pencil and jot something down in a notebook I hadn’t noticed before. His fully engorged cock was beginning to subside. He looked at his watch - the only thing he was wearing - then stood up and stretched. “Show’s over,” he said to nobody, leaning over and pulling the drapes on the big picture window in which he had been sitting naked and taunting passing pedestrians for the better part of the past six weeks. “Look, man, I need to expl—” I heard him start to say as I left the room.

I admit that I was a bit curious - closing the drapes was new, and him explaining anything was foreign - but I wasn’t going to let John think I gave a shit about his total weirdness. I continued down the hall to my room, and flopped down on my bed. I was angry, frustrated and - mostly -embarrassed. I wanted a reason to get out of our apartment - immediately - but I couldn’t think of where to go. I toyed with the idea but wasn’t quite ready to use my lifeline to Bambi. On the plus side of that ledger, I would have a place to go, away from John,  my probably insane naked roommate-in-the-window; I would certainly get laid; I could even stay over at Bambi’s until the next day if I wasn’t ready to return home that night. On the negative side, I would have to fuck Bambi, at least twice, and probably multiple times if I slept over; and, I would have to start all over in disentangling myself from Bambi after having successfully avoided her for two weeks; and,  no matter when I went home, my crazy roommate would likely be sitting naked in our window again, randomly accosting any person on the street unfortunate enough to look up into our window and find John and his big fat cock glaring back. I groaned at the thought of that big beautiful cock going utterly to waste, but my stupid plan for getting hold of it while still posing as a straight female-fucker had failed dismally. I should have just hit on the dude the day we first moved in together - just finish putting away the kitchen utensils and then nonchalantly grab his crotch (way back when John still wore clothes in our apartment). 

I decided to go for a long run to clear my head before doing anything as rash as texting a “let’s fuck” to Bambi, reasoning that aliens might invade while I was out jogging, relieving me of the necessity of making a decision about whether to pork her or my fist. I didn’t know it at the time, of course, but I was at the very end (for several more  years anyway), of my fitful attempts at heterosexuality. I probably would have been tremendously relieved if I had had that knowledge at that moment, but it was the kind of thing one could only realize months later upon looking back and suddenly thinking, “Damn! I haven’t even thought about pussy in six months!”

So I quickly stripped and began to put on my my running gear. I picked up a jock strap off the floor and started rummaging around for some gym shorts, which were nowhere to be found. ‘Fuck,’ I said, remembering my pile of laundry in the front room. I wasn’t about to walk back into John’s presence naked to grab my shorts, knowing that he would think I had changed my mind about helping him entertain his audience. I slipped the jock strap on, tucking my cock away, figuring that slender piece of cloth would send a safer message than no cloth at all, and opened the door to my room.

sublimecock:

5/

As it turned out, it wasn’t that difficult to turn down my roommate’s invitation to blow him in front of a bunch of strangers gathered on the street outside our picture window. That was a no-brainer. “No thanks, man,” I said. Just as I turned to walk down the hall to my room, I saw John pick up a pencil and jot something down in a notebook I hadn’t noticed before. His fully engorged cock was beginning to subside. He looked at his watch - the only thing he was wearing - then stood up and stretched. “Show’s over,” he said to nobody, leaning over and pulling the drapes on the big picture window in which he had been sitting naked and taunting passing pedestrians for the better part of the past six weeks. “Look, man, I need to expl—” I heard him start to say as I left the room.

I admit that I was a bit curious - closing the drapes was new, and him explaining anything was foreign - but I wasn’t going to let John think I gave a shit about his total weirdness. I continued down the hall to my room, and flopped down on my bed. I was angry, frustrated and - mostly -embarrassed. I wanted a reason to get out of our apartment - immediately - but I couldn’t think of where to go. I toyed with the idea but wasn’t quite ready to use my lifeline to Bambi. On the plus side of that ledger, I would have a place to go, away from John, my probably insane naked roommate-in-the-window; I would certainly get laid; I could even stay over at Bambi’s until the next day if I wasn’t ready to return home that night. On the negative side, I would have to fuck Bambi, at least twice, and probably multiple times if I slept over; and, I would have to start all over in disentangling myself from Bambi after having successfully avoided her for two weeks; and, no matter when I went home, my crazy roommate would likely be sitting naked in our window again, randomly accosting any person on the street unfortunate enough to look up into our window and find John and his big fat cock glaring back. I groaned at the thought of that big beautiful cock going utterly to waste, but my stupid plan for getting hold of it while still posing as a straight female-fucker had failed dismally. I should have just hit on the dude the day we first moved in together - just finish putting away the kitchen utensils and then nonchalantly grab his crotch (way back when John still wore clothes in our apartment).

I decided to go for a long run to clear my head before doing anything as rash as texting a “let’s fuck” to Bambi, reasoning that aliens might invade while I was out jogging, relieving me of the necessity of making a decision about whether to pork her or my fist. I didn’t know it at the time, of course, but I was at the very end (for several more years anyway), of my fitful attempts at heterosexuality. I probably would have been tremendously relieved if I had had that knowledge at that moment, but it was the kind of thing one could only realize months later upon looking back and suddenly thinking, “Damn! I haven’t even thought about pussy in six months!”

So I quickly stripped and began to put on my my running gear. I picked up a jock strap off the floor and started rummaging around for some gym shorts, which were nowhere to be found. ‘Fuck,’ I said, remembering my pile of laundry in the front room. I wasn’t about to walk back into John’s presence naked to grab my shorts, knowing that he would think I had changed my mind about helping him entertain his audience. I slipped the jock strap on, tucking my cock away, figuring that slender piece of cloth would send a safer message than no cloth at all, and opened the door to my room.

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4/

The temptation to accept my straight roommate’s invitation - or had it been a command? - to suck his cock was almost irresistible. After weeks of scheming and maneuvering by me to smear, smudge and blur (if not erase) the line that separated acceptable from unacceptable conduct between 21-year-old male, & presumptively straight, college roommates, it looked to my eyes (staring at John’s  exposed hard-on) as if I had reached the threshold of success. But there was a catch…

My always-naked-indoors roommate was sitting in our big picture window looking out at the people passing on the street. I had just clarified - for the 4th time - the details of the open-minded ‘bros with benefits’ arrangement I had first pitched to him a couple of weeks earlier, and twice more since. This had been my ‘great idea’ for getting into his pants and his cock into my mouth while I continued to pose as a straight guy who preferred to fuck women but who, in a pinch, would “let” his best bud suck him off. 

In truth I had been tiring of girls - again - and tiring particularly of the one girl I had been banging on a ‘whenever-you-want-to-fuck’ (her words) basis since before the end of the last semester. I was still trying to find what I thought of as ‘the right balance of chicks and dicks’ to suit my taste. Generally, I had found women to be much more high maintenance and usually less sexually satisfying. While I was thinking in those days in terms of “balancing” my cock-craving with some vagina on the side, you might have recognized me, had we met then, as one of those guys who was just not quite ready to jettison all the props of his pretend-heterosexual life. Of course, at the moment in question, I knew exactly what I wanted  - my roommate’s big hard cock, which was on full display across the room. What I wanted was to blow my roommate without entirely blowing my supposed cover, and I couldn’t figure anyway to accomplish both goals by going down on my roomie in the plain view of the world through our window.

The ‘benefits’ conversation had not gone well at all, and I had been so embarrassed to repeat the nuts and bolts of my plan that I had been talking over my shoulder while I pretended to straighten up the kitchen. John wasn’t looking at me anyway, as he was totally absorbed in the passing street scene, waiting for the right moment to pounce on and howl away at some poor passing fucker. In the meantime he treated those passersby who happened to look his way with a superb view of his stony glare and big fat cock. He was convinced that he was accomplishing something vital through his increasingly longer nude sojourns in our street level window, though I had no idea what vital thing that might be.

I had sheepishly turned to face John’s window seat, fully intent on surrendering my hare-brained scheme and admitting the utter stupidity of having proposed, solely as a matter of convenience, that we two (ostensibly) straight friends give each other mutual aid by way of the occasional exchange of  handjobs or blowjobs. I was already thinking I might have to text Bambi the Bimbo for another “favor.”

So when I turned to face the music I had been surprised to see that John’s big cock was now erect. He was still sitting in the window, with his boner almost touching the glass. I had been even more surprised when he said to me, “C’mon, cocksucker, you can start right now,” he said.

My instant thought was that our (me) casually talking about casually jacking and blowing each other had aroused him. But I almost as quickly reevaluated that notion. He never turned to face me and, apart from his hard cock, there was nothing about his demeanor that suggested an amorous interest in what we had been discussing. Instead, his attention was fully focused on a crowd gathering outside the window, the attention of which was fully focused on our window and the guy with a very nice hard-on sitting in it.

"C’mon, man, I’ve finally gotten their attention," John said to me in an urgent whisper, barely moving his lips. "Now take off your clothes and start sucking my dick before they lose interest and move on!" he hissed. Then he gave the growing crowd his loudest and most barbaric yawp, the primitive growl ripping from his chest and reverberating off the glass.  

There was no fucking way I was going to blow him - or even be seen with him - in that window, with or without a gathering crowd. Was there?

4/

The temptation to accept my straight roommate’s invitation - or had it been a command? - to suck his cock was almost irresistible. After weeks of scheming and maneuvering by me to smear, smudge and blur (if not erase) the line that separated acceptable from unacceptable conduct between 21-year-old male, & presumptively straight, college roommates, it looked to my eyes (staring at John’s exposed hard-on) as if I had reached the threshold of success. But there was a catch…

My always-naked-indoors roommate was sitting in our big picture window looking out at the people passing on the street. I had just clarified - for the 4th time - the details of the open-minded ‘bros with benefits’ arrangement I had first pitched to him a couple of weeks earlier, and twice more since. This had been my ‘great idea’ for getting into his pants and his cock into my mouth while I continued to pose as a straight guy who preferred to fuck women but who, in a pinch, would “let” his best bud suck him off.

In truth I had been tiring of girls - again - and tiring particularly of the one girl I had been banging on a ‘whenever-you-want-to-fuck’ (her words) basis since before the end of the last semester. I was still trying to find what I thought of as ‘the right balance of chicks and dicks’ to suit my taste. Generally, I had found women to be much more high maintenance and usually less sexually satisfying. While I was thinking in those days in terms of “balancing” my cock-craving with some vagina on the side, you might have recognized me, had we met then, as one of those guys who was just not quite ready to jettison all the props of his pretend-heterosexual life. Of course, at the moment in question, I knew exactly what I wanted - my roommate’s big hard cock, which was on full display across the room. What I wanted was to blow my roommate without entirely blowing my supposed cover, and I couldn’t figure anyway to accomplish both goals by going down on my roomie in the plain view of the world through our window.

The ‘benefits’ conversation had not gone well at all, and I had been so embarrassed to repeat the nuts and bolts of my plan that I had been talking over my shoulder while I pretended to straighten up the kitchen. John wasn’t looking at me anyway, as he was totally absorbed in the passing street scene, waiting for the right moment to pounce on and howl away at some poor passing fucker. In the meantime he treated those passersby who happened to look his way with a superb view of his stony glare and big fat cock. He was convinced that he was accomplishing something vital through his increasingly longer nude sojourns in our street level window, though I had no idea what vital thing that might be.

I had sheepishly turned to face John’s window seat, fully intent on surrendering my hare-brained scheme and admitting the utter stupidity of having proposed, solely as a matter of convenience, that we two (ostensibly) straight friends give each other mutual aid by way of the occasional exchange of handjobs or blowjobs. I was already thinking I might have to text Bambi the Bimbo for another “favor.”

So when I turned to face the music I had been surprised to see that John’s big cock was now erect. He was still sitting in the window, with his boner almost touching the glass. I had been even more surprised when he said to me, “C’mon, cocksucker, you can start right now,” he said.

My instant thought was that our (me) casually talking about casually jacking and blowing each other had aroused him. But I almost as quickly reevaluated that notion. He never turned to face me and, apart from his hard cock, there was nothing about his demeanor that suggested an amorous interest in what we had been discussing. Instead, his attention was fully focused on a crowd gathering outside the window, the attention of which was fully focused on our window and the guy with a very nice hard-on sitting in it.

"C’mon, man, I’ve finally gotten their attention," John said to me in an urgent whisper, barely moving his lips. "Now take off your clothes and start sucking my dick before they lose interest and move on!" he hissed. Then he gave the growing crowd his loudest and most barbaric yawp, the primitive growl ripping from his chest and reverberating off the glass.

There was no fucking way I was going to blow him - or even be seen with him - in that window, with or without a gathering crowd. Was there?