A Room with a View/2.
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?
“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.
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.
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.