One night I couldn't take the sexual heat from his proximity in his underwear, so I furtively felt him up over his undies (I thought he was asleep, found out later he was pretending). by AnonymousÄuring college, I was in a band with a hot guitarist (smooth, blond, moderately muscled), and we occasionally had to sleep in the same beds in different cities when we toured (small towns, colleges, etc.). As far as I know, not a one of them ever said a word about it or figured out what I had done. To make the theft less obvious, I usually replaced the sweaty underwear with new briefs that I had purchased just for the swap (often, I threw in a pair of my own instead). Later while masturbating, I sniffed the ass part of the briefs and jerked to the thought of licking/fingering/fucking their asses. I swiped a good 10/15 pairs of smelly, soiled, post-gym underwear when they left the room and before they washed their little briefs, thongs or gym shorts. As the months went on, I realized that I could get more out of this situation. The laundry room was in the basement and I soon took to doing my laundry at the same time as many of my sexy male crushes in an attempt to have a captive audience. While I joined a top fraternity and had sexual relationships with girls, I usually whacked off daily to fantasies about the previously mentioned boys. I was deeply closeted during my freshman year at university and a handful of smoking hot muscular straight guys lived on my dorm floor (and other floors in the same building). He is a now a right wing asshole from Long Island with a FB profile picture of his 3rd wife, himself, and two of his six kids somewhere in Jerusalem. Yes, the dynamic between men is different. No asking, just held me down and fucked me with no lube or prep. I blew him many times when we were drunk or stoned and twice he forcibly fucked me. I was careful not to touch myself when I watched them cause I would cum in an instant. Magnificent with the widest shoulders I've ever seen and a bubble ass with dents in the side. He was 6'2", played rugby in a league and had been a decathalete in college. I had a safe spot to watch him fucking them. My "straight" roommate during a year in college and a while afterward (he did have sex with lots of women) used to bring them home drunk off their asses and bang them on the living room sofa. He got engaged once, called it off, eventually got married, and I think is now divorced. We did eventually talk about it, but despite his saying he still wanted to be friends, it destroyed our friendship. He said nothing the next morning, but he apparently told everyone, which effectively outed me. I unzipped his pants and sucked on him for a couple of minutes, he got hard, and I felt guilty and stopped. The last night we lived together he got drunk, and passed out. Needless to say I was a total wreck, the teasing was driving me mad. We'd sometimes nap together, and we'd stare into each others eyes intensely. We were always naked together, even if we were somewhere else. In the mornings we'd go into the bathroom together, he'd shower while I shaved, then we'd switch.
We lived together for three years, people would joke that we were like an old married couple. He hardly ever dated girls, and never got laid. We were inseparable, did everything together. Twenty years ago I had a beautiful straight roomie who I was crazy about. I still have it packed away somewhere 40 years later by Anonymous
Then I would wash everythingĪ week later the assistant came back to work but the coach asked me to stay on, I was able to steal my favorite wrestlers jock and singlet and replace it with a new one writing his name on both, he had no clue. I would find my favorite wrestlers soiled jock and singlet and smell it and jack off. I was giving keys to the gym and would wash all the jocks and singlets late like 7pm when no was around. Most of them treated me ok a couple would dismiss me but that was to be expected. The wrestlers all wrote their name on the jocks and singlets so I knew who was who. So I had access to all the soiled jockstraps and wresting singlets. The coach looked at me questionably as I was far from a jock, but he agreed.
The assistant was in a car accident and was laid up so I ask if I could fill in. They has a commercial washer and dryer in the locker room were an assistant would wash the uniforms after practice. I was a fat kid in high school, one of guys was the captain on the wrestling team was hot as fuck and I jerked off thinking about him all the time.