My Silence Will Cost You Ch. 02

"Seriously, dude. This is amazing." He is clearly looking at me in a different way than he ever has before. Does he get the amount of work this took? Does he see the amount of care I put into this? Did I crack this jock veneer he holds up as a shield? "You gotta let me have some of these! Damn I want to frame them, bro!" With that "Bro" uttered from his perfect lips I can tell he has switched back into his jock mode.

"Umm, sure. Let me figure out which ones and ... Yah, I mean I guess if you really want one or two of them... Look, I gotta get to class." I say to him as I slowly take my sketchbook from his hands and close it up and place it on my bed.

"Dude, I don't know how you managed..." he says as I grab my backpack and slide my laptop into the protective pocket.

"What?"

"I don't know how you managed to sketch me so well, and not shoot cum from that cock all over your work! I mean I know you must have blasted several times as your cock drooled over my hot body!" He says this with this wry smile and a little giggle at the end.

"I managed..." I say to him as I walk out the door... and just as the door closes, I say to myself, "I managed to shoot on your hand last night, you self-involved ass!"

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Thursday, Weekend Eve

Thursday was a full day for both of us, each leaving our room by 8am. I was just walking into the elevator around 8pm when up rolls Kyle and my mouth nearly hits the ground. He was in his white "away" uniform. Holy, motherfucker. We both grunt a hello to the other and then as I am taking in his full body we walk onto the elevator together and head up to the 6th floor. Damnit, he smells so good in this small elevator. "Keep it together, Sean!' I scream at myself.

We walk into our room and drop everything we are holding onto our beds.

"OK, I did this on purpose! I did it for you, so go ahead!" Kyle says as he starts to slowly turn around, giving me a bit of a show.

"You did what for me? I mean... huh?" I say, stammering as I can barely handle this and how good he looks right now. His uniform is plastered to his body and there are stains, sweat and lord knows what else, showing that he had just practiced REALLY hard in this uniform.

"Dude, I knew you would love seeing me up close in my uniform. So, roomie! This is for you! Take it all in! Just remember..."

"Yah, I know... no touching!" I say as I shake my head. Like in the last, almost 4 weeks, I have never even tried to cop a feel. But he has to keep saying this? It pisses me off... but holy fuck he looks good in this.

As he spins around and I take in his perfect ass inside these skin tight pants, I can see just enough to know that he is wearing his team-issued jock under the pants. So damn hot seeing those straps frame out those muscular cheeks that I love so much. I must have grunted my approval because he then chimes in with...

"Oh, you like that angle, huh? I can tell you do from all your sketches! You focus on my ass a lot. It must be killing you to have this perfect ass so close to you, but you know you can't touch it! This ass sleeps every night not 3 feet away from you, and yet you won't ever get to touch it." He says this with a biting hostility just under his breath and fuck if he wasn't right... but damn, it's cruel to mention it like this.

He turns back to the front again, showing me that perfect package of those oversized balls nestled into that jock. There they are, behind the ridiculously thin, skin tight pants that he wears in front of over 10,000 fans... yet that show is for the masses. This show is just for me.

Looking closely I can see the head of his cock hanging slightly to the right and giving just enough VPL to make this all the hotter. Sure, I have seen his cock up close and personal. Hell, he was mere inches away from me when he blasted all over me last week. But this, THIS was different. This was almost more intimate. He knew he was putting on a show, just for me. His roomie. Was this sweet? Was this because he got off on me lusting after him? Was he just being an asshole jock hoping I would make a fool out of myself? Who knows.

Fighting to pull myself out of the trance of this hot man, I hear him and he has apparently been talking for a while, perhaps to cut through the sexual tension.

"... I'm right, aren't I? You would do anything for me. You would do anything for me to touch my body right now. To feel me up in this uniform? To strip me from this uniform? Hell, I bet you would even lick the sweat right off me! I've seen you fags do that, you know in those porn videos that pop up. I've seen it. You sick fuckers. I mean, to each their own and all, but damn!"

I don't even know what to say to this assault, but fuck me if it wasn't all completely true. Damn, he has pegged me to a tee. I would. I would love to be licking his chest clean of the sweat from practice, to take each one of those perky little nipples of his and make sure they were spotlessly clean by teasing them with my tongue. IN fact, I would take my tongue to every solid inch of his near perfect man and he would be in heaven. So I mean, what do I even say to him on this?

"Well, yah... I guess you busted me. You are hot, and my cock is doing the thinking right now, so yah... you know I would love to show you a good time. But I would never cross that line."

"Fuck! I knew it, Sean! I knew that you had a thing for me! I knew by wearing home my uniform that has two days worth of practice dripping off of it, that you would be putty in my hands. Fuck! Now if I could only find a woman who would feel this way!"

He says this and starts stripping out of his uniform. It's quite a production as his jersey is so tight yet it has his shoulder pads in there as well, making extracting himself no small feat, but oh so fun for me to watch. I plop myself down on my bed to watch, wishing I only had a cold beer and some popcorn for this show.

He finally gets out of his jersey and pads. I never knew they took them off together, but with as much of a struggle as he was having I can certainly see why. But I make sure that I follow HIS rules through this: I don't dare help him for fear of him freaking out from my touching him.

His white compression undershirt was simply magic. There is just something about a tight compression garment that pulls out all of the muscle contours in such a special way, causing the light to bounce off and call attention to every single hour that he put into making each one of those abs stand out and be noticed. He keeps looking back at me to make sure I am watching his seductive striptease. Those lucky bastards on his team get to see this every single day without having to deal with all the rules and drama he causes. I am just loving this with every ounce of my body and especially my dick.

He sits down on his bed and he pulls off his shoes and socks making a nice pile of his discarded items bound for a washer somewhere. I fully expected a terrible smell to come wafting over to me as he pulled his feet from his shoes and socks, but interestingly enough, it just smelled like clean sweat. You know the difference. Clean sweat from just having a hard workout vs a body odor of not being clean BEFORE you started that sweating. That clean sweat made me melt and my hand journeyed into my joggers that I wore today. I was openly stroking my cock inside my joggers and not even trying to hide it. He knew he was hot. He knew he was making me hot, ergo me stroking my cock!

Kyle looks over at me with this crooked smile as he sees me touching my cock like this while he is only in his football pants, jock and that oh so tight compression shirt with his perky little nipples just screaming to be recognized. He stands up and begins to peel down his pants and expose that white jock that was struggling to keep everything held together for him. I kinda wish I had seen the days when football pants had those sexy laces that kept things all tight, but now they have these smooth fronts which accentuate the VPL of all the boys brave enough to just wear their jocks and not some sort of compression shorts under the pants. Pure bliss.

There he stands in just his jock, with a more hard than not cock, and he stops and stands right in front of me. He walks over to me, and runs his hands up his chest and over his pecs in a sultry way. I keep stroking myself as his cock strains against the failing elastic of his jock. His hands slowly trail down to the bottom of the shirt and he begins to peel it up and over his head. Time seems to slow completely down and this shirt peels back, revealing his near-perfect abs, then his pecs and the valley between them, and then finally up and over his head. The shirt is soon to join his socks in the pile to be cleaned. Now he stands before me in only his now tented jock. He gives me one last spin, showing me that perfectly framed ass. He flicks his butt cheeks for me, making them dance, before he tightens down showing just how much of this perfect ass is solid muscle. Then, he strips off his jock. He's facing away from me as I get to see him bend forward, exposing the most perfect hole I have ever seen. There is only a light dusting of dark hair inside the crack of his perfectly sculpted mounds framing a perfectly tight, pink hole that I swear winked at me.

"Soon," I think, soon I will be tasting that perfect hole, and if I am good, I will be sliding all 8.5 inches into it as well. Soon.

The pile having been completed, he then pulls his pads out of his jersey and grabs everything else and shoves it all into his mesh red bag, one assumes to take his uniform back in tomorrow for it to be laundered for him.

He then goes into the bathroom and empties his bladder while I pull down the front of my joggers, grabbing one of his socks and stroking myself about 5 more times until the perfect arch shaped shot of cum flies out of my cock and into his dirty sock. Fuck that felt good, and just as I hear him flush, I quickly toss his sock back into the bag, spin around and snap closed my sweats as he re-enters the room.

"Subway in the union is closing soon, you want anything?" I ask my clearly exhausted roomie.

"Oh man, really? Yah, could you get me a footlong Philly, on white, with Mayo and extra cheese and get me two bags of Miss Vickie's Jalapeno chips too! Thanks roomie! I guess I'll have to give you some more shows if you gonna treat me this good!" He says with that same smirk.

I head down to the union and place our orders, and within 30 minutes I am walking back into our room. Before I unlock the door (which automatically locks behind us when we close it), I hear the moaning of a woman. Damn it,he better not have brought some chick back here. "Fuck it, i'm too tired for this" - and I walk into the room.

There he is with his phone on his chest as he is stroking his large and dripping cock, watching some porn clip on his phone.

"Hey roomie!" is all he says to me as he keeps the clip running and I place his bag onto his bed beside him as he keeps stroking himself. I notice that he grabbed my lube while I was out.

"Wow, help yourself to my lube, I guess... ROOMIE!" I say to him rather sarcastically.

"Dude, I'm sorry, but yours is so much better than that lotion I was using. Us straight guys can learn a lot from you fags..."

He is right, they really could, but he doesn't get to call me that. "Look, you are using that word all too much, cut it out, OK? That is derogatory and you don't get to use it."

"Jeez. I'm sorry, yo. Seriously I didn't mean anything by it; I heard some gay guys use it so I thought it was OK. But I won't any more. We cool?"

"Yah, we cool!" I say as I turn my back on him and roll my eyes. I have a hard time taking him seriously with his cock hard, dripping and him stroking it while talking to me about the meaning of life and feelings and shit.

Just then his phone rings and some girl is on the other end of it; I don't know who it isbecause, to my knowledge, he isn't seeing anyone.

"Babe, yah, shit I wish we were not so far away from each other..." he says into the phone and makes eye contact with me and rolls his eyes. So this wasn't a serious phone call. Course I don't know if he has ever been serious with any woman from the way he talks about them.

"Yah, I wish I was with you too! You know I would be all over you right now! Damn, I need to be loving on you right now! Damn, baby! I know you would like that, you miss your big man, don't you?" He continues talking to her while he moves his right hand down to his already lubed cock and continues stroking while talking with her.

"Yah, sure... Hmmm yah... Really..." random responses that barely show he is even alive let alone engaged in this conversation. But he continues to stroke his cock.

"Baby just hearing your voice has me so hard right now! Damn, I wish you were sucking me. I remember how good your mouth felt on my huge cock."

I'm looking him right in the eye as he winks at me and continues to stroke his cock.

"Oh really baby? You miss my big cock, don't you? Baby you gonna let me slide it into you finally! Damn baby, you know we both need that. I would take such good care of you! Damn my cock is rock hard baby. Only you get me this fired up."

While he is saying all of this he is looking at me! What kind of a mind trip was this guy playing at? The thing that pisses me off so much is I am sitting here, rock hard watching him and locked eyes with him... that is, only when I am not staring at his hard cock. He motions for me to whip my cock out, sending me some sort of psychic message and somehow I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. And I do it. He has a remote control over me, and he knows it.

I stand up and pull down my joggers and my cock flops up and slaps my stomach. There is already a drop of precum on the head of my cock, and, without even thinking, I run my right index finger over the top of it and quickly bring that to my mouth.

"Holy shit! I can't believe you just did that!... No baby, not you. My roommate just poked his head in the room. No baby, I wish you were here with me right now. Damn, I want to be feeling your beautiful body. You know how much I love your body, don't you babe? You are the hottest girl in Lake Charles, by far!"

I stack my pillows up at the head of my bed, against the wall so I can prop myself up with a front row view of my hot roommate as he has phone sex with this girl right in front of me. It seems like he is performing for me. I turn off my bedside lamp in hopes it will allow me to see him better as his bedside lamp was shining right on him.

"Fuck baby! You make me so hard!" he says before he scoots to the side of his bed - and the next thing I know, he is walking over to my bed. Standing right in front of me and continuing to stroke himself, he gives me the sign to slide over. He mutes his phone as I can hear her muted voice yammering on in his ear. "Move over roomie, you shouldn't have to strain your eyes to enjoy my body. I know you want a front row seat." He unmutes his phone. "Fuck baby, I promise I will get back over there to see you! We have been so busy with football, you know I want to make you proud of me. Your stud boyfriend delivering the W so you can brag when you see me on TV!"

This guy is out of control, I mean yah, he is right, I love having a front row seat to this, for sure. But damn it, I hate this. I am so pissed that he does this to me, knowing I am powerless to resist him. He goes back and grabs his pillow and folds it over and props it at the foot of my bed and climbs into the small single bed placing his naked legs on the outside of my legs and blows me a kiss as he gets situated. He's stroking his cock and staring directly into my eyes. I turn my light back on and aim it right at his crotch. He's putting on a show and you better bet I am going to make sure he is well lit!

"Baby, yes. I am going to make love to you and show you what a special girl you are. You would like that, wouldn't you baby? You want to finally have me sliding into you, don't you? You wanna be that close to me, taking it a step further than we ever have before, don't you?" Again he is staring me straight in the eyes as he says that. Is he talking to me? Or to her? He then licks his lips!

"I know baby, we shouldn't do this, but you know how bad you want it. You have wanted this... me... for a long time. Since you first saw me. You wanted me. I could tell. That's OK, baby! It makes me feel good knowing how bad you want me. But you have been a good girl, and I respect that. But we may need to take it to another level. Very soon!" he says as he moves his legs and they brush up against mine. He keeps his eyes locked with mine.

"Oh babe, you got me so worked up. You can't go now. What am I supposed to do with this rock hard cock? Oh wow. OK. Tell your mom I said hello... and thanks for nothing! Bye babe."

He hangs up his phone and lets it fall to the floor beside my bed, but he keeps looking right at me, looks down at my cock and my steady stroking matching his cadence. I notice I am getting a bit dry so I grab my lube and give myself two more pumps. Kyle holds his hand out so I lean forward and motion like I am going to hand him the lube. He instead reaches over with his stroking hand and has me pump two shots into his hand.

"Dude, she left me blue balled," he says to me as he keeps his intense stare at me and then back to my cock. He clearly isn't comfortable the way he is leaning back on his thin pillow. So he moves and gets up on his knees and moves even closer to me. Holy fuck.

"Damn, you are like totally obsessed with my cock, roomie! Look at you! You are almost drooling looking at my cock! Look at you! Ha! This is intense!"

"Well, my cock is certainly drooling!" I say to him, trying to lighten the mood, as I hate it when he goes into his full-on asshole jock mode.

"Yah, yah you are. Damn, I about died when you licked that precum off your finger!" he says with this smile on his face. He then immediately goes into a very serious look and says, "Roomie, can you keep a secret? Seriously, you can't tell this to anyone! I will deny it if you do!"

"Kyle, of course I will keep our secrets in this room!" He just shakes his head knowingly and then he leans in closer to me, his face only about a foot away from mine.

"I frequently taste my precum too! I've even eaten my own load a few times," he says with a serious, almost vulnerable, look on his face. "It wasn't too bad, felt I needed to know what it was like. I don't know why girls don't like it though... I thought it tasted really good, especially my precum!"

"Fuck, that is really hot, Kyle! Well you should feel comfortable doing that when it's just us. I agree - mine tastes really good, too!" I say to him, not looking him in the eye, but watching him stroke his cock. He stretches his knees out further and touches my knees with his as he is right in between my legs now. "... perhaps not as good as yours, though," I say to him, reminding him that I did get to taste some of him.

"No shit, you liked that did you?" he says to me with a very proud smile taking up his entire face. "Dude! I wish you could see yourself right now! You can't take your eyes off my big cock! Fuck! You are a slave to my dick, aren't you, Sean? You would do anything to get your lips on this hard cock, wouldn't you? To drink down my load! Shit, if I wasn't such a pussy hound I might just let you. Figures the biggest pussy hound gets roomed with the biggest cock sucker. What a waste!" He licks his lips again, but this time he is watching my stroking very closely. Something has changed here, but he is certainly being more of a dick than before.

Fuck, this dude just thinks he is untouchable. He is so damn cocky.

"Damn, this feels really good, watch me stroke this down to my balls like this." he says as he runs his hand all the way down to the base of his cock. He then reaches his other hand down to rub his balls; running his fingers down under his balls. Quickly he takes his hand up and smells his fingers.