As I quickly put on my underwear, Clark stayed standing and talked to Ms. Lin, still proud and naked as the day he was born. “You are such a great model,” she said. “Have you done this before?”
“I haven’t. I had no idea I would be modeling for such beautiful women,” he replied, pretending to be shy. “I hope I did okay.”
“You didn’t seem nervous at all,” she said. “And we would love to have you model again next week. You and Luke were a, um, interesting pair,” she added. “We don’t often find two specimens like yourselves.”
When I left the room, Clark was still standing naked on stage with Ms. Lin, Veronica, and Natalie still staring at him. I felt like I was going to throw up but couldn’t escape the gnawing feeling that I needed to jerk my penis right away.
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I couldn’t even make it back to the dorm. Popping into the library bathroom, just next to the art room, I furiously started stroking my little member. I had never thought of it as little before, but now I noticed that my hand covered almost all of it up when I jerked off.
How big does Clark’s cock get? I wondered.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed as I started cumming, stream after stream shooting out of my cock. Just imagining my roommate’s huge manhood had forced me to orgasm.
But as my breathing slowed and I washed my hands in the bathroom sink, my head started to clear. Sure, my roommate had a dick twice the size of mine. And sure, all the hottest girls and my classmates saw the difference and drew pictures of us. But I was still more attractive than him and might have a shot with Natalie. Even though she saw my slender 5.5 inches hard as a rock, maybe she was turned on by it?
I had always heard that it was the motion of the ocean—not the size of it—that mattered. So maybe girls wouldn’t want to sleep with a bum like Clark.
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When I returned to my dorm room after dinner, Clark was predictably smoking weed and playing guitar hero in his boxers. As soon as I closed the door, I noticed that something felt different. Clark didn’t speak to me or say a word. It was almost like he didn’t notice my existence.
As I was getting ready for bed, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Natalie. “Hey Luke, could you send me your roommate’s number?”
My heart sank and I ignored the text. But Clark was sitting just a few feet away and seemed to notice the puzzled look on my face. “What’s up?” he asked.
“Oh nothing,” I said. “It was just one of my classmates.”
“Was it one of the girls from art class?”
I should have lied but I said “yes” and told the truth.
“What does she want?” The way he looked at me I knew I wouldn’t get away with a lie.
“She wants your number.”
“Well she should have asked me. I gave my number to the hot Puerto Rican babe and that smokin’ professor.”
I shouldn’t have been surprised and looked over at Clark. A few hours earlier, I saw him as a gross and unattractive guy, but now he exuded sex and confidence.
I relented and sent his number to Natalie. A few minutes later his phone buzzed. I could tell by his smile that it was from Natalie. “Do you want to see something good?” he asked.
I nodded. Clark tossed his phone to me and I saw a topless picture of Natalie. Her pert breasts looked even better than I imagined. I stared at it for a few seconds until Clark ripped it out of my hand.
“I don’t want you to get any ideas, little roomie,” he said, standing above me. “I know you’ll get an erection just by looking at her.”
It was true. My penis was already tenting my boxer briefs. Clark took back his phone and looked at the picture of Natalie. His hand drifted to the snake concealed by his boxers. He slowly started massaging it. The lights were still on and I stared transfixed at my roommate.
He must have noticed but kept looking at Natalie, slowly caressing his swollen manhood as it grew harder and harder.
Clark’s boxers had always struck me as unattractive, the kind of unwashed, threadbare underwear that were worn by people who didn’t care what they looked like. But now the light-blue, American Eagle boxers looked downright sexy as they accentuated his massive pipe.
“Ugh,” he moaned, caressing what looked to be the head of his snake. “That Natalie sure is one hot bitch. I can’t wait to fuck her.”
I wanted to look away but simply couldn’t. That massive lump in Clark’s boxers affixed my attention. Even without touching my normal-sized cock, I felt like I was on the edge of cumming once again. But Clark lost interest and crawled into bed. His sexy anaconda now concealed deep beneath his sheets, I let out a sigh of disappointment.
“Thanks for giving her my number,” Clark said. I was still just staring at him. “You’re a good roomie,” he added.
As I drifted to sleep, my dreams of Natalie took a new twist. Now there were images of Clark waiting to fuck her with a throbbing dick that I still hadn’t seen. How big was it? I wondered. And how thick? I had never before fantasized about someone’s penis, but I couldn’t get the image of Clark’s manhood out of my head. I barely slept as images of him kept popping up—fucking Natalie, fucking Veronica, fucking Ms. Lin. All I wanted to do was jerk off my normal and respectable cock, but I didn’t want Clark to think I was into him. Like the good roommate I was, I just stayed in bed, only quietly touching my penis, as I waited til morning.
The next day of art class was worse than I imagined. I arrived a little late and sat in the back next to Natalie. “Hey,” I said to her.
“Hey,” she replied flatly.
Ms. Lin’s voice caught our attention. “Today we will be reviewing the drawings from yesterday’s modeling session.”
She turned off the lights and put up a PowerPoint. Fuck, I thought. I definitely should have skipped.
The first drawing was a picture of me and Clark with our clothes on. Natalie’s name was scribbled across the bottom. I looked pretty good I have to admit—smiling and looking off into the distance—while Clark was kind of sagging with his head down.
The next picture was with our shirts off and had Veronica’s name on the bottom. My muscles once again looked pretty good.
We saw two more pictures with our shirts off then a couple with our pants off. In one of the drawings I saw a bulge in Clark’s boxers that I hadn’t noticed before.
And finally we turned to some of the nude drawings. The first one looked pretty normal. It was from John, a lanky awkward guy who sat in the front of the classroom. I winced as I noticed how much bigger Clark’s dick looked than mine. They were both flaccid but his looked twice as long.
The next drawing showed me trying to hide my small penis with my hand. Fuck, I thought. That was probably pretty accurate. Clark and his whopping manhood stared proudly at the class.
The next drawing really caught me by surprise. Clark’s dick was longer than I remembered it—going halfway to his knees—and mine was tiny and shriveled like a little boy’s. I noticed Veronica’s name at the bottom of the drawing.