My Roommate's Toy Box Ch. 01

I was terrified that he might twist his head over at any moment and catch me watching, my fingers gliding up and down my bulge, but I couldn't pivot away. I was picturing the soft cock I'd observed earlier completely filled out underneath his sheet, hard as steel while Alex worked it, desperate to get off. Eventually he tore the sheet off, his eyes still facing the wall, his shaft jutting out over his flat stomach as his hand eagerly stroked it. I heard my roommate grunt softly, seeing his load starting to stream out all over his torso in the gentle moonlight. When the flow stopped, he was still for a few seconds until he reached for something, presumably the boxers he'd stripped off to masturbate completely naked. As soon as his head started to turn, I quickly buried mine in the opposite direction. I imagined Alex wiping his load up with the boxers as the material scratched against his skin. There was a soft thud as the underwear hit the floor, and then I heard my roommate burying himself underneath the sheet again, his mattress creaking as he shifted his body.

I silently shot my load into my briefs, my hand having been on my bulge the whole time, immensely turned on knowing that Alex's cum was soaked into the boxers lying a few feet away from my bed. I immediately felt guilty after I busted. The guy had been welcoming all day, instantly treating me like a familiar teammate in his locker room, but I was obsessively thinking about pressing those wet underwear against my lips and tasting his fresh load. I needed to get this infatuation under control if I was going to survive a whole year of living with him in this room.

Drifting off to sleep, I knew I wasn't ever going to be able to tell Alex that I was gay. He'd think back on every forbidden glimpse I'd allowed myself and know that I'd been lusting after him the whole time. He was a cool guy and I really wanted to be his friend, even if I was painfully attracted to him. I didn't want to risk having him cut me out of his life because of something completely beyond my control. The plan for my college years was already falling apart.

"Morning, roomie!" Alex greeted the next day, uttering the words shortly after I'd opened my eyes. His phone was in his hands, his body still mostly covered with the sheet.

"Morning," I mumbled groggily, glancing down to find the discarded pair of boxers still sitting on the floor. I was wondering if he'd bothered to replace them overnight when Alex folded his sheet down, exposing his brutally hard morning shit.

"Oh shit," he reacted, seeming to realize that he was naked. "Must have lost my underwear while I was sleeping last night!" Alex stood up anyway, his dick sticking straight out.

Seeing his rigid shaft in the bright sunlight, even with my eyes barely opened, I observed that he was at least eight inches long. His dick was veiny, gently pulsing with his heartbeat, obviously demanding attention again even though he'd gotten off last night. My fantasies about eating him out disappeared as I started imagining his huge cock plunging into my hole. "No worries," I whispered, turning away as soon as I felt like I couldn't play the groggy and barely awake card anymore. One of Alex's drawers opened, I assumed because he was replacing the soiled underwear.

"Time to try that shower out again," he said like he was wide awake.

Without even looking, I knew my roommate was standing across the room with a towel wrapped around his waist, shoving his feet into the black Nike slides. "Hope the water pressure is better," I mumbled into my pillow.

His footsteps clapped against the tile as he walked toward the door. "I don't know, this time I might not even notice!" Alex pronounced with a laugh, the door opening.

I knew he was on his way to bust another load down the shower drain, my own morning wood harder than ever in my already cum-soaked briefs. I twisted my head back to the boxers sitting there invitingly on the ground, struggling to resist my urge to stand up and seize them. As much as I wanted to shove his underwear into my face and bust while driving my tongue into the semen stains, I decided it would be too much of a violation. I couldn't do that to my new friend. I was less than a day into being Alex's roommate, the absurdly hot guy already driving me insane.

***

The first month of living together felt relatively normal, aside from having to constantly restrain my urges to gawk at Alex. I hadn't objected to his frequent nudity or his tendency to sit around in his boxers during our first day together, my roommate clearly interpreting that as license to do whatever he wanted. Unless he was expecting to leave the room imminently, he always stripped down to his underwear the second he crossed into the tiny space. He woke up naked every single morning and climbed out of bed like it was totally routine, having no idea how much he was tormenting me, a fresh pair of cum-soaked boxers always there beside his feet on the floor.

Alex started acting strangely when October began, suddenly asking all kinds of questions about my schedule. I watched him take notes the second time he did it, scribbling on a piece of paper like he was recording essential knowledge. When he left the room, I walked up to his desk and looked down at what he'd written. My roommate had rendered my whole schedule in perfect detail, even the activities I was involved in.

At first I figured he'd met a girl he was trying to sneak into the room when I was out, an image of her easily forming in mind. She was probably a slightly older stoner chick who was covered in tattoos, a ring through her nose, the kind of woman his dad would inevitably find appalling. But that explanation didn't settle well, knowing that Alex surely would have mentioned her already if she existed. He was the kind of man who would loudly proclaim that he'd met someone, talking about her endlessly the way he talked about everything else, even bragging about the sex. If he really was scoring pussy, I knew he wouldn't be sneaking around.

For a second I wondered if he was fooling around with another guy, but I dismissed that possibility instantly. I'd never felt a gay vibe once from Alex, even after living with him for more than a month. The secret had to be something else.

The inexplicable piles of shipping boxes started to appear at exactly the same time. I'd always ask Alex what he'd bought genuinely feeling curious, since I didn't have much money to blow on shopping.

"Oh, just a new phone case," he'd volunteered without bothering to look at me, his phone in his hands.

The case was obviously the same one he'd had since we met. I let it go, not feeling like I had any right to call him out.

"What did you get this time? I asked a couple weeks later, seeing a few fresh boxes sitting next to our tiny trash can when I came back from class.

"New shoes!" Alex claimed excitedly. "I'm kind of sick of always being the dude in gym shorts and slides, you know?"

My roommate nonetheless kept wearing the outfit like it was a uniform. I knew he was lying to me, but I didn't understand why. What would a guy who was never ashamed of anything insist on hiding? I couldn't begin to fathom an answer. I couldn't make any sense of Alex's recent behavior at all.

In November, after several additional rounds of dubiously explained shipping boxes and an insistent interrogation about my Thanksgiving plans, Alex was intently rifling through one of the plastic tubs underneath his bed.

"Fuck!" he yelled to himself as he was squatting down on the ground, clothed for once, his huge ass stretching the fabric of his mesh shorts.

I was eagerly drinking that sight in from the second I looked over from my desk. "What's up, man?" I asked. I'd never been one to talk that way, but after three months of living with Alex I'd begun adopting some of his lingo.

"Dude," he started seriously, standing up and turning to face me, "I think I left my fucking charger in the lecture hall earlier!" Alex smiled warmly like he always did when he wanted to impose. "Can I borrow yours for this class?"

My laptop was on the verge of death after not being plugged in for hours. I'd neglected to charge it when I came back from my afternoon classes. "Can't you just write shit down for a change?"

Alex's eyes looked pleadingly into mine. "Come on, man!" he begged. "I'll actually have to pay attention if I walk in there with a fucking notebook and a pencil!"

I sighed, fighting my urge to give in for once. I was hard at work on calculus quizzes I needed to submit by midnight.

"Tyler, I seriously have a spare one here somewhere but I'm going to be late if I don't run out the door right now. Come on, you aren't even using yours!" He pointed at the cord obviously detached from my computer.

I'd never refused him in the past three months and I couldn't do it now. "Ok, fine," I relented.

Alex lit up, instantly strutting over and pulling the plug out of the socket next to my desk, throwing it into his backpack. "Thanks, roomie!" he said as he rushed out the door. "I'll be back in an hour and you can have it back!"

15 minutes later, as I was struggling through a math problem, my laptop began urgently demanding juice. I saved an answer right as the screen faded to black, the computer's battery completely drained. I decided I didn't want to wait another 45 minutes for Alex to return to the room, feeling like he'd given me permission to search for the charger supposedly underneath his bed when he'd promised me it was there. I climbed out of my chair and started rummaging through the plastic tubs, finding a multitude of cables and plenty of extra phone chargers but nothing that could power my laptop back up. Sliding the clear bins back, I tried his suitcase next, finding it completely empty. I stowed that and moved on to a big cardboard shipping box, gripping it and starting to pull it out. The container felt obnoxiously heavy as I dragged it against the ground, lifting the flaps of the box open hoping to finally score the prize.

Instead I was totally shocked staring down at the contents of the box. My eyes were wide, my pulse thumping in my temples. "There's no way," I muttered to myself immediately, barely believing what I saw. The innocuous box held at least a dozen dildos and butt plugs, some of them piled on top of each other. I could probably handle a few of the smaller ones in my ass, but most of them were absolutely massive, the biggest sex toys I'd ever seen in my life. I was fascinated as I grabbed one of the largest dildos and held it up, not even believing that it could actually fit inside a person. The fleshlike mass was at least a foot long, a giant flared head at the top of a veiny shaft so thick my fingers couldn't even wrap all the way around it, big balls jutting out at the base, a suction cup attached at the bottom.

"There's no fucking way," I said out loud. I couldn't even picture a guy like Alex with a finger in his ass, nevermind swallowing up this massive monster. There's no fucking way! I laid the beast back in the box, grabbing the biggest plug next. The gigantic gray lump was many inches shorter than the dildo I'd examined, but it was also significantly wider, the gap between my outstretched fingers even more unbelievable. You'd have to be able to take a fist up your butt to lodge this behemoth in your hole! There's no fucking way! I set the plug back down in its hiding place, instantly closing the flaps of the box and shoving it back underneath my roommate's bed. I felt like I'd already invaded his privacy enough.

Standing back up, I forgot all about finding the mythical laptop charger. I'd stopped prying, but my mind was still racing thinking about my discovery, reeling for an explanation. Did he use the gigantic toys on girls? Is that why he was sneaking around? I couldn't even fathom a gay man obsessed with conquering the biggest cocks in the world managing to fit those huge toys into his ass. Some of them were thicker than beer cans, maybe even thicker than the base of a wine bottle. How could a dainty college girl possibly take something that big? Maybe the huge ones were just aspirational. They looked completely clean, basically brand new, but so did everything else in the crowded toy box. How was Alex even able to buy that many sex toys?

I remembered everything my roommate had told me about his dad, my disbelief wavering slightly. The man despised piercings and tattoos, his son rebelling as soon as we as able, literally getting his first tattoo on his eighteenth birthday and piercing his nipples a week later. How would Alex's father feel about his ridiculously hot stud of a son plunging his ass, a straight man's typically inviolable place, down on one of these toys? Even without having met the guy I knew he would be horrified, because most straight men would surely be horrified at the very idea. I could imagine Alex grinning at him like he was proud about what he'd done, the same way he must have when he showed off his tattoo and his nipple rings.

But Alex? No! Alex wasn't gay! I'd suffered admitting that to myself, mesmerized by the bold man who never gave a shit about being naked in front of me, but he wasn't gay. I would have known if he was gay! I was still overwhelmed with doubt picturing the contents of the inexplicable box of toys in my mind. Was he gay? Had I been reading him wrong the whole time?

I settled in my bed, completely forgetting about my calculus homework as I unlocked my phone, launched the browser, and searched "buy huge dildos" on Google. The first result was a link to Amazon, the headline promising "13 inches and above." I couldn't even believe they sold stuff like that on Amazon, but scrolling down the page, there were a bunch of impossibly long dildos, even one literally shaped like a fist. And then I spotted the monster I'd struggled to wrap my fingers around. It had cost my roommate $50, the product garnering four out of five stars with 200 reviews. Oh my god, people actually bought that insanely huge thing and they liked it! The image on the listing showed hands at both ends that couldn't possibly stretch around the beast, but I skipped straight to the reviews. "Both of us love it!" one proclaimed. "This feels amazing in my ass," another confided. "It's huge but a great step up from a 2.6" dildo," a third review promised. My mind was completely blown realizing they were all verified purchasers. There was a whole community apparently devoted to massive sex toys!

I couldn't stop myself from taking the next step. I searched "huge sex toys gay," opening the first link that led to Pornhub. There were literally hundreds of pages of videos that showed men swallowing obscenely massive dildos with their asses, some of them appearing even bigger than the one I'd held. I was morbidly curious as I opened one of the videos, choosing one that showed a young guy with an obviously hot face and body, mesmerized as I watched the stud start to sink down on a toy larger than anything in Alex's box. His moans were ecstatic, his face blissful, as he seemed to effortlessly hilt the beast, his own dick still somehow rock hard and drooling precum as he bottomed out. The guy lifted off after a minute of vigorously pounding his butt with the huge toy, letting the dildo fall out of him, his hole gaping open wider than I would have believed humanly possible.

I was still shocked, but I felt my doubt wavering again after seeing a hot, young, fit guy eagerly shoving something massive up his hole. Was Alex one of the people who was into this? Could he hilt the gigantic dildo that I'd held in my hands as effortlessly as the dude I'd just watched? Did his ass spread wide open like that when he pulled himself off of it? I realized my dick was rock hard, suddenly feeling nervous that this stuff was turning me on. I was gay, but the video I'd just watched, imagining Alex replicating it, that was so extreme. I grabbed my cock through my shorts anyway, starting to stroke.

At that moment a key scraped against the doorknob, the wood panel flinging open. Alex walked inside, somehow looking hotter than ever before. "Hey roomie," he greeted.

"Uh, hey," I muttered anxiously, throwing my phone down and pulling a sheet up over my body.

He grinned, recognizing what I was doing even if he didn't appreciate why. "Oh shit, were you jerking off? Sorry if I interrupted!"

"No!" I yelled, instantly terrified that he was going to somehow realize I'd trespassed into his shipping box.

He dug into his backpack, retrieving the charger he'd borrowed. "We both jerk off, man," he said as he plugged it back into the outlet beside my desk. "No big deal. You want me to go somewhere and let you finish?"

I wasn't ever going to hear the word /big/ the same way ever again. "I'm good, seriously," I answered, Alex instantly starting to strip down to his boxers. My dick was throbbing harder than ever. The rational part of my brain knew that I should be an adult about the situation, admitting what had happened and asking for an explanation, maybe even coming out of the closet myself to make it all less awkward. The horny part of my brain, the one that always seemed to win out, was desperately and totally obsessed with the idea of somehow catching my roommate in the act.

I imagined concocting an elaborate scheme to lure Alex into feeling safe enough to use the toys, only to barge in on him prematurely. The whole idea felt wrong, a worse violation than lapping my tongue against his discarded cum-soaked boxers, a pleasure I'd still never allowed myself. We were friends, maybe even best friends at this point, and I knew I couldn't do that to him. If I was ever going to witness my roommate plunging his huge ass down on one of those dildos, the situation would have to be organic. My dick deflated knowing that an opportunity might never present itself, but at least I wouldn't have to feel guilty if I ever got that lucky.

Peering over at Alex, the gorgeous guy now sprawled out on his bed wearing just a pair of boxers, I wondered what other secrets he might have.