My Roommate’s Boxers

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My Roommate’s BoxersWhen I was in college, I had a roommate who was a bit of an asshole. Let’s call him Brandon. Brandon was one of those straight b*o types who seemed to always blare his crappy music when I was studying. He was also kinda cute, and I loved looking at him in his boxers as he climbed out of bed each morning. I never saw Brandon without his boxers, but I sometimes jerked myself to sleep, imagining his cock carelessly slipping through the unbuttoned fly as he pulled aside his sheets. Peering at Brandon’s bare shoulders peeking out from under his covers, I would reach for my crotch. Slowly, so as not to make any noise, I would run my hand along my cock. I wanted to throw back my covers and reveal my erection. I wanted to grab my cock and pump it, moaning loud enough to wake my roommate. I wanted him to look over and see me tensing with pleasure. I wanted him to get out of bed, stand over me, pull down his boxers, and jerk along with me. I darıca escort wanted him to watch me shoot my load on my chest. I wanted to lock eyes with him and feel his warm cum rain down upon me. I wanted him to grab one of his dirty towels and use it to wipe me off. I wanted him to pull his boxers up over his now-softening cock and climb back into bed. I wanted him to give me the kind of smile that meant “let’s do this again” before we both drifted off to sleep.On several mornings, I would get up, only to realize that part of me had already risen. Brandon was usually still asleep. I’d walk across our dorm room, hoping he’d wake up to a view of my morning wood. He never did. Instead, I would hop into the shower and empty my load down the drain. Feeling some relief, I’d quickly get dressed and head to class.Brandon and I were on different class schedules so we saw little of each other during the day. Most of the time, I would use the time that he escort darıca was away at class for doing homework. However, there were days when I wanted to have a little fun. With just a few clicks, my computer transformed into a pornographic parade of men sucking and fucking each other. By the time Brandon returned, however, the only hard thing in the room was my math homework. One day, I was alone in our dorm room and started to feel horny. I thought of watching some porn when I caught a glimpse of a pair of Brandon’s plaid cotton boxers resting on the top of his hamper. I knew he wouldn’t be back from class for another thirty minutes or so. I picked up the boxers and brought them to my face. I breathed in his musky scent and felt my cock begin to twitch in my pants. Overcome with a sense of excitement, I quickly stripped off my clothes and made my way to his bed.His bed was always a mess, sheets shoved aside and a few articles of clothing tossed darıca escort bayan near the flattened pillow. I placed his boxers on the bed and climbed on top of them. By now, my cock was fully hard. I slid my thick boner up and down the boxers while clinging to his pillow. I felt so naughty, so dirty, so horny, that I knew it wouldn’t take long before my cock erupted. I thought of shooting my load on his boxers, but I was afraid that he would notice a peculiar stain or smell when he went to wash them. Reaching onto the floor, I grabbed my briefs and pressed them against my cock. I exploded violently, cum soaking my underwear. Still tingling from my orgasm, I stepped onto the floor and looked down at the boxers that had driven me so wild. I pressed them to my face again, now smelling my scent mingled with his. I tossed them back into his hamper and hid my cum-soaked briefs underneath a few T-shirts at the top of my hamper. About ten minutes after I got dressed, Brandon returned. He threw his backpack on his desk and hopped onto his bed, unaware that I had humped a pair of his boxers in the very spot where he now sat. I casually sat down at my desk and asked, “How was your class?”

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