Alan thought he had the room to himself for at least another hour. His boxer briefs are around his ankles, his cock is in his hand, and his laptop screen is showing something he definitely wouldn’t want his roommate to see. The door opens without warning and they lock eyes — Alan’s hand frozen mid-stroke, his roommate’s mouth falling open. The embarrassment lasts exactly three seconds before his roommate’s gaze drops to Alan’s impressive erection and stays there. Instead of leaving, he closes the door behind him and leans against it. ‘Don’t stop on my account,’ he says, already palming the growing bulge in his own jeans. Alan’s heart hammers but his cock stays rock hard. He starts stroking again, slowly, watching his roommate unzip and pull out his own thick shaft. They jerk off facing each other, the tension in the room thick enough to cut. The roommate moves closer, then closer still, until they’re standing inches apart. Their cocks brush together and both of them groan. The roommate wraps his hand around both shafts, stroking them together. Alan can feel the heat of his roommate’s cock against his own. Within minutes they’re on the bed, sixty-nining frantically, months of tension releasing in a frenzy of sucking and stroking.
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