Straight Male / 29
I once walked in on my roommate "masturbating". I put that in quotes because I'm not sure how to describe what I saw.
James was my freshman college roommate. He had asperger's syndrome - mild autism - and he was very socially awkward. He insisted that everyone call him by his legal name - James - no Jim, no Jimmy, etc. He was a loner and didn't seem to mind - he loved fantasy novels and loved to get into those instead of the party life.
He and I lived in a dorm suite that was like a little apartment. We even had our own bathroom at the end of the hall, past our two little bedrooms. But the other guys on our floor knew us well enough, and they liked to joke around that James looked like a teen dream/member of some boy band. And to be honest, he really did. Pretty-boy face and features, a mop of blond hair, and no facial or body hair at all. We were both 18 but he looked a few years younger. It didn't help that he was shorter than me, probably 5 foot 5.
He was painfully shy. I tried to invite him to a few parties but he always said no, content to stay in our suite behind one of his books. I never spent too much time asking him why he wasn't interested, but I got two ideas. One: was that he was very insecure about anything related to sex and dating, and it seemed to go beyond the fact that he was a virgin. Two: He seemed to be asexual anyway, uninterested in any of that stuff.
One clue came a few weeks later. We were sitting in our living room one night, me doing homework at the desk and James sitting on the couch reading a book. I looked over for no particular reason to see him casually massaging a bulge in his pants as he read. But it wasn't just what he was doing that caught my attention; It was the fact the bulge in his pants was huge, easily bigger than mine was erect. The thing that snaked down his thigh was easily nine inches, and it curled off in one direction as though it wasn't even hard.
I still wish this is where the story ended.
Later that semester, I was away for thanksgiving break but came back to campus earlier than I said I would. I came in late on the night of black friday, probably around 12:30am, took off my coat and walked down the hall to the bathroom. As I passed the first bedroom - my bedroom - that's when I started to hear very obvious sexual noise. It was a low faint moaning, almost muffled, combined with the sticky smacking sound of a wet blowjob (or a wet something) coming from James's bedroom door, which was slightly open. It didn't sound like masturbation, it was a little too wet for that, and I was shocked with the possibility that he had actually met someone.
I guess he didn't hear me come in - the apartment was carpeted, so maybe that's part of the reason why, but I was intrigued to know what was happening because this guy seemingly had no interest in getting laid.
I should mention that James's bed is on the left side of the room in the far corner, meaning I could look in and see whatever action might've been happening from a clear side view.
I snuck up alongside his door, keeping silent. Though I didn't expect anything in particular, what I saw shocked the hell out of me.
There was nobody in the bed with him.
He was sitting on top of the sheets, completely naked, with the largest erect cock I'll probably ever see in my life. It towered in front of his skinny little body like a fucking baseball bat, at least as long as my entire forearm. I'd guess at least 11 or 12 inches...even 13 for all I know. It was terrifying. And despite its insane length, I still couldn't see the tip of it - because it was buried in his own fucking mouth. He was sucking it himself.
I was frozen in place, which is why I was very lucky that he never noticed me. Frankly he seemed way too busy to notice anything. For a seemingly asexual guy with no interest in sex, he seemed to be a very passionate cocksucker. He sucked it almost like he was in love with it, rolling his head left and right and making obnoxious smacking sounds as he moaned, working a good three or four inches of it with his mouth while he stroked the rest of its length with both his hands.
Eventually I broke free of the paralysis and made my way to the bathroom.
I sat on the toilet for 10 minutes trying to calm myself down, and flushed the toilet to let him know I was in the apartment with him. When I came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, his door was closed.
I never asked him about it.
I don't think he ever found out I saw anything.
James was my freshman college roommate. He had asperger's syndrome - mild autism - and he was very socially awkward. He insisted that everyone call him by his legal name - James - no Jim, no Jimmy, etc. He was a loner and didn't seem to mind - he loved fantasy novels and loved to get into those instead of the party life.
He and I lived in a dorm suite that was like a little apartment. We even had our own bathroom at the end of the hall, past our two little bedrooms. But the other guys on our floor knew us well enough, and they liked to joke around that James looked like a teen dream/member of some boy band. And to be honest, he really did. Pretty-boy face and features, a mop of blond hair, and no facial or body hair at all. We were both 18 but he looked a few years younger. It didn't help that he was shorter than me, probably 5 foot 5.
He was painfully shy. I tried to invite him to a few parties but he always said no, content to stay in our suite behind one of his books. I never spent too much time asking him why he wasn't interested, but I got two ideas. One: was that he was very insecure about anything related to sex and dating, and it seemed to go beyond the fact that he was a virgin. Two: He seemed to be asexual anyway, uninterested in any of that stuff.
One clue came a few weeks later. We were sitting in our living room one night, me doing homework at the desk and James sitting on the couch reading a book. I looked over for no particular reason to see him casually massaging a bulge in his pants as he read. But it wasn't just what he was doing that caught my attention; It was the fact the bulge in his pants was huge, easily bigger than mine was erect. The thing that snaked down his thigh was easily nine inches, and it curled off in one direction as though it wasn't even hard.
I still wish this is where the story ended.
Later that semester, I was away for thanksgiving break but came back to campus earlier than I said I would. I came in late on the night of black friday, probably around 12:30am, took off my coat and walked down the hall to the bathroom. As I passed the first bedroom - my bedroom - that's when I started to hear very obvious sexual noise. It was a low faint moaning, almost muffled, combined with the sticky smacking sound of a wet blowjob (or a wet something) coming from James's bedroom door, which was slightly open. It didn't sound like masturbation, it was a little too wet for that, and I was shocked with the possibility that he had actually met someone.
I guess he didn't hear me come in - the apartment was carpeted, so maybe that's part of the reason why, but I was intrigued to know what was happening because this guy seemingly had no interest in getting laid.
I should mention that James's bed is on the left side of the room in the far corner, meaning I could look in and see whatever action might've been happening from a clear side view.
I snuck up alongside his door, keeping silent. Though I didn't expect anything in particular, what I saw shocked the hell out of me.
There was nobody in the bed with him.
He was sitting on top of the sheets, completely naked, with the largest erect cock I'll probably ever see in my life. It towered in front of his skinny little body like a fucking baseball bat, at least as long as my entire forearm. I'd guess at least 11 or 12 inches...even 13 for all I know. It was terrifying. And despite its insane length, I still couldn't see the tip of it - because it was buried in his own fucking mouth. He was sucking it himself.
I was frozen in place, which is why I was very lucky that he never noticed me. Frankly he seemed way too busy to notice anything. For a seemingly asexual guy with no interest in sex, he seemed to be a very passionate cocksucker. He sucked it almost like he was in love with it, rolling his head left and right and making obnoxious smacking sounds as he moaned, working a good three or four inches of it with his mouth while he stroked the rest of its length with both his hands.
Eventually I broke free of the paralysis and made my way to the bathroom.
I sat on the toilet for 10 minutes trying to calm myself down, and flushed the toilet to let him know I was in the apartment with him. When I came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, his door was closed.
I never asked him about it.
I don't think he ever found out I saw anything.
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