When I was in boarding school both my Roommate and I would masturbate often.
I would always head to the toilet or find a quiet place for an uninterrupted stroke session, but my Roommate would regularly jerkoff with me in our room - often with me in my bed, mere feet away from Him. He would always jerkoff wearing His briefs - shooting His load into the sift cotton pouch - and wear them for the rest of the day like nothing happened.
I’m pretty sure He knew I was gay; I think He also knew that I watched Him vigorously pump His cock into His briefs every time He masturbated while I was in the room.
He was super fit and attractive - a member of the lacrosse team - and I would’ve gladly helped Him out with a hand or my throat, but He never acknowledged my being there and I wasn’t bold enough to offer.
Nevertheless, I think He knew I watched, and I think He liked being watched. And, perhaps as a reward for my being chill and not making it a thing, He would regularly leave His laundry bag out; I would regularly dive into the bag and fish out His jockstrap and socks to sniff and suck on, but my favorite treat was grabbing a pair of His white cotton briefs - stained yellow from His piss and sperm, crusted with His dried cum, perhaps a cheeky skid mark painted along the backside - and methodically and meticulously sniffing every inch before licking and sucking His dried seed from the pouch.
I still regularly use this memory when jerking off - I think of Him and the scent and taste ofHis cum-crusted tightie whities and blow my worthless fagload.
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