It was the first real conversation that we ever had and it was about one of my biggest insecurities. I sat down on the bed.
“First of all, Austin, there is no way in hell you can be insecure about your body, you look like you come straight from a cover of Men’s Health. Second of all, you’re right. But please, can we not make a big deal out of it? It makes it even more complicated for me if we do a whole thing about me having my shirt on or off…”
He seemed to realize he had gone a bit too strong and sat on his own bed. His blue eyes staring in mine.
“Yeah, I get that… Sorry. I did not mean to cross a line. This is just my style with my bros. Do whatever you feel comfortable with, just know that you can be yourself around here.”
I smiled. I was “his bro”.
He continued:
“And as for my insecurities, have you seen those birth marks…”
He stood up again and turned around to show me a brown mark just above his grey boxer on his back.
“You mean, that brown mark… Yeah I see it now, I have not noticed before…”
“Well… I am very self-conscious about them…”
“There is only one.”
Austin took me by surprise and slid down his boxer to fully expose his right cheek to me.
FUCK. As the teens would say nowadays: I was shook.
Again, I had to fight to remain calm and not get hard. That pale and slightly hairy bubble butt was too perfect for me to handle.
“Oh. Yeah, I see them now, there are two smaller ones here… Nice ass man by the way!”
I said playfully, trying to look like we had some straight bros fun… I was not very good at this but he laughed.
Remaining in this tempting position, his ass right in front of my eyes, he continued: “I’m betting on the fact that if my abs and V lines are defined enough, people won’t get distracted by those stupid birth marks.”
At this point, just like when I jumped at his used underwear before, I could not control myself and I slapped his ass. It was like my hand moved without my consent or control.
For a second, I thought this was the end of it all but Austin busted out in laughter. “What the fuck ty?!”
“Sorry bro, you deserved this! You are talking no sense about these birth marks! I had to stop you” I responded jokingly.
Austin did not seem bother at all by the slap and he was now trying to get a good look at his birth marks in the mirror, twitching his body so he could see his own ass in the reflection. His underwear was still hanging very low and I could even see his pubic hair and the top of his penis. Just a few inches lower and I would have a full view. Maybe a wrong move and the underwear would slide down even more… I was mesmerized but tried to focus back on the conversation.
“Dude, you look fine… Who cares about three birth marks? And you’re right. I was too hot last night anyway” (in more way than one).
I took off my t-shirt and my jeans and ended up in boxers, in front of him. To this day, I have no idea how I managed not getting hard in this moment.
He continued to look at himself for a bit, clearly checking his ass, and then readjusted his boxers. His dick was still bulging, it was like he was constantly in the state of a semi erection.
“Let’s close the stores this time, it woke me up last night.” He said.
I was a bit disappointed. Did we really need to close the stores?
Thankfully, I realized that night – and the ones afterwards – that the stores did not permit to have the room in full darkness and I could still have a nice view of my roommate sleeping… and of his daily morning woods.
I went to sleep with the image of beautiful birth marks in my mind.
I was becoming more and more obsessed with that man and my boxers would, once again, be filled with precum when I woke up the next day…
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