Freshman year at college was nearly over. After all this time, my roommate Chris was still frosty to indifferent to me, at best. It's not like I wanted the two of us to be great friends or whatever. But it would be nice to have a reasonably cordial relationship with the guy sleeping across the room for a year.
Chris was handsome; beautifully built. He was on the competitive swim team at school. I saw him now and then as he practiced in the pool at the gym. Chris was swimmer lean, but his speedos could barely contain all his goods stuffed inside.
Chris hadn't done as well in competition as he had hoped, so he trained hard all second semester. Two days were left in the semester when, quite by accident, as I was walking on the deck above the pool, I caught him just as he emerged from the water. My jaw dropped! This handsome young man had turned into a slippery wet Adonis, complete with his curly mop of hair. The wet-slicked speedos were practically see-through.
Chris and I led such different schedules and dormitory life all year that I hadn't really noticed his body. Until now.
From the observation deck above, I stopped and stared at his glistening skin and bouncing bulge. This was the closest I had gotten thus far at seeing Chris nude. So despite myself, I stared long and hard, well beyond what was safe to do.
Chris glanced up once as he flexed and toweled off, but I was sure he didn't see me openly lusting after him from above.
The next morning I walked into our dorm room and found Chris in his terry cloth robe, just in from the shower, sitting on the edge of his bed and blow drying that big mop of hair on his head. His legs were spread wide open as he used the dryer, and I could see clearly-- straight up the robe! His unclothed manhood, which all year long I'd never gotten a glimpse of, was now in full glorious view!
Realizing I had come in, Chris quickly and modestly clasped his legs shut...
But I was feeling a bold that morning. After all, there was just one more day of school left. So I decided to plop down on the floor right in front of Chris, not two feet away, to try and drum up conversation and hope to glimpse more big hairy balls and half-erect dick.
I don't even remember what we were chattering about, but as we talked, his robe opened wider and wider. Then his legs got further and further apart. Within a few minutes, Chris was in full manspreading position again. Ad the cock was more than half erect!
On the floor, in disbelief, I was right at eye level! I could see all of Chris in all his glory. This went on for about a minute more, when suddenly his lips curled a bit and he smiled. "What are you staring at?" "You!" I laughed.
Chris scooted further toward the edge of the bed as he kept smiling this new smile and talking... even though I was obviously not paying good attention. Now my head was positioned almost between his knees, which were spread on each side of my face. At this point, I could have scooted back. But l didn't! How much closer would he and his pulsing cock come?
"I saw you yesterday," Chris suddenly said. "I know you were looking at me. Is this a better view?" He playfully smirked, then quickly shut his legs closed again, practically pinning my head between his knees as they closed up.
Nothing much ever happened between Chris and me after that day. But after freshman year, he and I made a point to hang out regularly-- even though we weren't roommates anymore. That accidental and then not-so-accidental sighting somehow shifted the energy between us. And every time afterward when Chris saw me, he'd smile that same secret smile that I saw for the 1st time the end of freshman year.
Sadly, that morning was my last sighting. But whenever Chris saw me the next 3 years, he'd hug me so tight I could feel his goods pressing against mine. I made sure to always hug him a lot, for as long as I could.