Look, But Don't Touch (Patreon)

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Micro story (very short)

Look, but don't touch.

That was the unspoken rule between Hunter and I, and so I spent months watching as the brutally handsome young wrestler strode around the dorm room wearing nothing but a grin.

He knew what he was doing, hell, he even spoke about it.

"I know you'd do anything for it" he sneered one morning, as his erection lay across his toned stomach, measuring almost nine inches in length.

He enjoyed the attention, and enjoyed it more when I'd cover my own arousal and scurry off to hide it. He wasn't exactly a friend, but we had been assigned our room fair and square, and so we had no choice but to endure our first year of college together.

Was I upset by this arrangement? Abso-fucking-lutely not. Everything about the beautiful nineteen-year-old made me weak. His tanned skin, his golden hair, his sculpted body, and of course, his magnificent cock which swung like a pendulum when he walked, swelled to the size of a small arm when erect, and shot the largest load I've ever witnessed when he'd allow me to watch.

Hunter was a highly sexual young man. He spoke regularly about his activities back home, which mainly consisted of beautiful young women throwing themselves and their pussies at him. At first I thought he was all talk, and that there was simply no way that a single person could have all of this wild, animalistic sex, and then he proved it to me.

The first night I woke to the sound of Hunter's grunts, I lay there with my eyes closed and imagined the image of him wanking his huge pole in the bed opposite, and then another sound rose from the corner, the sound of a woman, moaning breathlessly.

The light was on, the covers were off, and as I inched my eyelids open, I found a curvy blonde bouncing hard on my roommates cock across the room. As my prick swelled under the covers, Hunter's female companion allowed his huge rod to slide out of her pussy, and took it in her mouth.

The brute of a wrestler found my eyes with his as his lady friend swallowed him, and grinned at me, and thus began an endless sex campaign which I was forced to watch almost every single night.

As a virgin, I was intrigued by it. Hunter used them like toys, dragging, pulling holding, pinning. His cock was like his weapon, and he'd impale various parts of the pretty young ladies as he pleased. By the end, he'd spray them down, like a fireman with a hose. Sometimes he'd discharge his wet member in their cunts, sometimes in their asses, but his favourite seemed to be watching them swallow it down, or pooling it across their faces.

The young women didn't seem to mind either, that an eighteen-year-old nerd lay in bed across the room, and some would even bid farewell to me as they left. It was indeed a strange experience, but one that left me constantly aroused.

I had lived a very sheltered life before coming to college. I was from a small town, with a staunchly religious family, and had never even seen an erection other than my own until this. So you can imagine my hunger with Hunter as my roommate.

The man had absolutely no boundaries, and would shower with the door open, use the bathroom whilst I brushed my teeth, wank, fuck, dress, undress, all whilst I was present. I didn't share his outwardness, but that didn't matter in his books.

Our shared bathroom had no lock, and so he regularly pushed his way inside when I'd shower. He commented on my dick only once, to state that he couldn't remember his one ever being that small. It was surely a playful dig, considering even flaccid, my cock was quite average.

Yes, living with Hunter was a strange, yet exciting ordeal, and one that had awoken something inside me. I pictured him almost every time I had a moment alone. I stroked myself to the image of him. Inhaled his used underwear as I did, and pictured myself in place of one of his many female visitors.

So imagine my delight when that opportunity arose.