Living with an Exhibitionist Ch. 13

The next week or so was really nice. Terry was even more affectionate than ever, constantly finding excuses to grab me into a hug, mess up my hair or slap my ass.

Of course he was right about Will, who came over twice to lift weights but remembered shorts this time and made no move to start anything sexual. Terry was naked as usual, but respected whatever unspoken message the new guy was giving off.

After Will left the second time, I was scrubbing my roommate down in the shower, paying more attention than was strictly necessary to his ass and thinking about what he'd told me in bed that night.

"So, Will hasn't brought up our little wager, do you think the fact that he's been coming means he's into it?" I asked Terry as I started to gently ease a soapy finger into him.

"Hold up," he told me, twisting out of my reach. Meeting my confused gaze, he told me, "I told Will I was bullshitting after we talked. I've been thinking about what you said, and I realized you're right. It's not fair to my girl to be doing this stuff. Some touching is one thing, but I shouldn't have let you blow me and play with my ass. Not without talking to her about it. I'm gonna see her next week and I'm gonna try again to get her to let me fuck her. If she puts me off again, maybe I'll make the 'guys have needs' case and see if some playing around with you is okay, at least until she's ready."

I was quiet as I helped him oil up and dry off, and dutifully didn't try again to goose his ass even though this had always been okay before. And he didn't come snuggle up to me that night, or again before he left town.

Since I was used to seeing that he got off, one way or the other, pretty much every day, I was a little taken aback by the sudden change in his attitude. I decided not to initiate any attempt to satisfy him, figuring eventually he'd get horny and come asking. But he never mentioned it. He was his normal, friendly, affectionate self, and still naked as a jay-bird, but didn't tease me with his dick or ask me for any "help".

The next Friday, he had gotten a fresh haircut and looked great as I dropped him off at the airport. "Wish me luck," was all he said before disappearing inside.

I rattled around the apartment, which seemed empty and strange without his presence. Terry was usually the focus of my attention when I was home, and I realized I really hadn't done much to make the place my own. I still had stuff in boxes in my room because I hadn't found time to read or anything else I used to do to occupy myself. Now I was wondering if I should think about looking for another place to live, because if the conversation with his girl didn't go my way, it was going to be torture living around him.

As I saw it, either way, I was fucked. If she gave in to his demands for sex, it was likely going to mean Terry didn't need me as an outlet and would feel bad continuing our play. In fact, it might mean he'd want to spend more time with her or even move back there. If she said no, I highly doubted her next sentence would be, "but feel free to play with your gay roommate in the meantime," despite his optimism to the contrary.

Not knowing what else to do with myself, I called Will. "Do you, uh, want to come work out?"

"I thought he wasn't there."

"He isn't. But the weights are. I know I can't keep up with him but you don't really need any help, and this way you won't lose ground." I knew Terry's mantra that a missed workout was equal to a week's progress down the drain.

"Yeah, well, the kid is driving me crazy, so I guess I could stand to get out. Can we eat pizza or something? Your roommate's rabbit food goes right through me."

"Whatever you want," I grinned. I was glad for the chance to "cheat" in that regard too.

Will was hulking through the door an hour later. No hug, just a firm shake. He was already dressed in gym clothes and I secretly missed the chance to see him naked again. I mostly watched as he powered through his routine. He didn't say a lot. I realized the past few visits most of the chatter was escort bayan bursa between Terry and him, or Terry and me. I wondered what was going on in his head.

Finally when we were resting after, I couldn't take it anymore.

"So, do you feel weird about me because of what happened?"

He glowered at me, still chewing, then swallowed and said. "What do you think?"

"I'm guessing you do."

"Don't you?"

"I don't know. I mean, I don't regret it. I don't think. If I was going to do that, there are worse people I could do it with." I could feel myself blushing.

"So that was the first time?"

"Yeah."

"With him too?"

"Yeah, I told you that."

"Have you done it again?"

I shook my head. "We had a conversation about it after. He's engaged to a girl, but she doesn't put out, as I'm sure he told you. I told him I felt like I was helping him cheat. I guess I did with you, too."

"And that bothers you."

I nodded. "It's not who I am."

"Nobody held you down, when it was happening."

"I know. I don't mean... the act. I mean when people belong to other people."

"So you would do it again with somebody who was single?"

"Honestly, I don't know. Doing that isn't something I need. I wanted to make you guys feel good, and I guess I did. But that's because of how I feel about you. I'm not going to go look for some stranger in a bathroom to blow."

He grimaced. "Dude, really?"

"Did I make you feel good? You said you felt weird, but you still came back."

Will was silent for a few seconds, then sighed. "Yeah. To be honest, the baby runs Ruth ragged and she doesn't even want to look at me most of the time. It was nice to get some attention for once."

"Well... I can give you more attention, if you want."

His eyebrows went up. "You mean blow me again?"

"It doesn't have to be that. I just mean... you said you don't get enough attention at home. So ... what kind of attention do you want?"

He thought about that. "I dunno. I guess I kinda dug the way you took care of us that first time. The BJ, but also... I dunno... just kinda fussed over us. It's obvious you liked what you saw, and it was kind of a rush. Any guy who lifts and says he doesn't enjoy the attention is a fuckin' liar. It's not exactly cool to go lookin' for that in public, but havin' you 'mirin' didn't suck. My ego doesn't get stroked too often these days, along with anything else I got."

I took this in. He was admitting more about his psyche and what made him tick than I'd heard the whole time I'd known him. Terry's desire for admiration was a lot more transparent and he didn't even try to hide it: his attention to clothes and grooming were clearly about turning heads. Will, being more regular-looking and settled with a wife and kid, didn't put so much out there. But he did still look good, and it was interesting to hear that he still relished in someone noticing. Terry dangling the prospect of more such attention was apparently enough to keep him interested even if things went in a direction he didn't expect the first time.

"So, do you want a shower? I can put your clothes in the wash while you're in there."

"I didn't bring anything else to wear. I doubt you two midgets have anything that'll fit me," Terry, despite his muscles, was still not a giant like him.

"Well... I've already seen you naked," I said shyly. "And I wouldn't mind seeing you naked again."

He looked at me a long moment, weighing this.

"I bet you wouldn't. You staying' dressed?"

"Of course. I'm not going to attack you, man. Let's see the goods."

Will shook his head, not looking at me. "This is too fuckin' weird." But he was getting to his feet and stepping closer to me even as he eased his t-shirt over his head.

"Nice," I told him. "Okay to touch?"

He nodded, and I ran my hand appreciatively over his flat stomach. He didn't have Terry's definition, but he was solid and the slight fur made touching him a different experience bursa sinirsiz eskort than my leaner, smoother roommate. I glanced up to see him looking down at me with an inscrutable expression. Was he judging me right now? Or trying to figure out why he was doing this?

Keeping our eyes locked, I sought out the waistband of his shorts with my fingers. He shrugged almost imperceptibly, and I slowly eased them down his legs. He was freeballing, and his thick meat was definitely not completely at rest, although not pointing at me accusingly either, like Terry's would be in these circumstances. I looked it over like a curator as if it wasn't only the second I'd ever have the chance to study at such close range.

A fleeting thought crossed my mind. Was I cheating on Terry? Even though he belong to someone else (as did Will, for that matter), he and I had some kinda something even though neither of us knew what to call it. It maybe never occurred to him until this Will thing started that I would be interested in anybody else, and maybe in his head this was something we'd only do together. Oh well, too late now. Will was naked in front of me, kind of waiting for further direction. I was used to him being a little more decisive, but he seemed totally off his game.

"Okay, I'm gonna go wash these," I said in a businesslike tone. "You'll find clean towels and every conceivable grooming product in the bathroom." I knew Terry had no shame and expected my company while he was doing everything but take a dump, but I assumed Will would want a little more privacy, even though I was planning to see all of him again right afterwards.

He didn't spend anywhere near as long in the shower as Terry did, and I guessed he mainly just wanted to get the sweat off. He stood, naked and uncertain, in the doorway, his long hair slicked back.

"I ordered a pizza, and your stuff will be in the dryer soon. Come sit with me," I gestured to the couch, which we kept covered in a sheet since Terry's bare ass was always all over it. He shuffled over, almost sheepishly.

"What's the matter with you?"

"I don't know," he told me, staring at Terry's shelf of sports trophies. "This is weird."

"You didn't think it was weird when Terry was here."

"Yes I did. But he was egging me on. You know how guys are."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Except stay naked til your clothes dry. And I could even get you a blanket or something if you're uncomfortable."

"No, I'm fine. I... dig you looking at me, and knowing you like what you see. It's just weird admitting it."

"Because admitting that I like it was a cakewalk," I teased him. "Permission to touch you some more?"

"Knock yourself out," he leaned back and closed his eyes, and I amused myself exploring his solid pecs and the arm I could reach for a while, before moving down to his belly. His dick was definitely well aware of the advancing troops, and shifted and swelled as I made my way lower.

"You know you're gonna suck that again, right?" He said, not opening his eyes.

"I kinda figured you were gonna want me to," I admitted, watching as it slowly flipped upwards on its own, like someone turning at the sound of their own name.

"Yeah, well, you start feelin' on me like that, you pretty much signed up to get me off, one way or the other."

"I'm okay with that," I told him, curling my fingers around it at last. "We should wait til the pizza comes, though."

"You should have thought of that before you got me going," he groaned.

"It'll just feel better later," I promised, teasing his turgid meat with my fingers.

"You're gonna keep me hard this whole time?"

"Why not?"

"Uh, for one thing I'm right in front of the door."

"So what? He sees Terry naked all the time."

"Naked and hard?"

"Well, no, but you don't live here, what do you care?" I had no idea where my nerve was coming from, but he seemed to be into this game. His dick was not showing any sign of shrinking.

"Um, escort bayan random stranger seeing my bone?"

"It's a nice one, you should be proud of it." I stroked it admiringly some more, and he didn't say anything, then...

"If you think this is such a great idea, you gotta put some skin in the game, too."

"Nobody wants to see me naked."

"I don't mean that, and shut up; you look fine," he chucked my head gently with a big paw. "I mean you think it's okay to show me off, how about you lick and suck me til he gets here, but don't let me cum. When he rings the bell, you have to let him in and my dick is gonna be wet and throbbing, and he's gonna know exactly what we were doing." I stared at him. Damn, he was evil. It was clear I wasn't going to be able to tease him without delivering the goods, and then some. This was more like the Will I remembered, but with a new twist in that things I only daydreamed about in secret were apparently on the table.

I studied Will's throbbing pipe in my hand, and was not surprised to feel my head being guided towards it. Oh, well; I started it, I supposed. If I didn't want to suck Will's dick again, I probably shouldn't have invited him over, talked him out of his clothes and then started feeling him up. I was turning into such a slut.

I let Will feed me his leaky head and ease me up and down on it a bit. It was awkward bent over like this, and finally I got off the couch and knelt between his knees, so that I could get to the underside with my tongue. He leaned back again and watched me work, a half-grin of satisfaction on his face. He wasn't being as aggressive, in part because we'd agreed to keep this going until the doorbell rang. But also, without Terry there to compete with, he had no reason to rush or prove anything. Amateur though I was, a mouth on his dick felt good, and he was going to savor it.

I kept at my new vocation, mind kind of wandering over all this as I worked. I was again realizing there was nothing particularly exciting about this from my end. I mean, I liked making him feel good and having some semblance of control over him because of it. It was obvious I could get him to do things he wouldn't have considered previously by promising him some TLC. The idea of us getting "caught" was kind of wild, but not something that I was crazy about. Great, now the pizza guy who was a somewhat regular at our house was going to know that I suck dick, since apparently that's what I do now.

Finally, the jarring sound of the buzzer interrupted us. I locked eyes with him: were we really doing this? He just spread his arms out on the back of the couch, prong standing up proud and shiny. I got slowly to my feet, slowly enough for the buzzer to ring again, and crossed to the door.

I opened it tentatively at first, worried that with my luck it would be a woman or a teenager. But it was our usual guy, who greeted me with a chin-nod since his hands were full. My heart pounding, I stammered, "Here, come in, I'll get the money. I let the door swing open and reveal the site of Will, looking for all the world like any dude on a Sunday afternoon in front of the game, except that he was stark naked and his dick was on red alert.

"Damn, bro, you really like football," the pizza guy grinned, taking him in unabashedly. As I said, he was used to seeing all of Terry, so that part was not that big of a shock. The boner, on the other hand; the decidedly wet boner... I fumbled with the money realizing he was likely piecing together what he interrupted.

"Sorry, I should have had it ready," I shoved some bills into his hand.

"No worries, dude, it looks like you had your hands full, or something full." He gave Will's dick one more glance and headed out.

"Get back here," Will growled, having been teased long enough. Less than a minute later I had a mouthful of his gluey cum.

"Swallow it," he told me rhetorically. I knew that was part of the rules.

We ate our pizza mostly in silence, things again feeling a little weird. Halfway through, the dryer buzzed and he wordlessly padded into the laundry room and came back dressed.

I let him out, and was lying in my bed aimlessly scanning social media when I saw a post from Terry, grinning with a woman. "My girl made me the happiest man on earth."

Shit. Karma, you're a bitch and a half.