I wouldn't call myself rich but I am well off. I have a good job and a nice house. The yard was landscaped and the house was well decorated with items that took years to accumulate. With everything satiated to my satisfaction, I grew bored. I was gay and never had children. Oh, I certainly had my share of relationships but none ultimately lasted that long. When I suggested altering a section of the backyard to start a breeding program for pigeons, a close friend told me I should start with something that might require less attention, pointing out my need to have a breeding fish school lasted for only a few months. He suggested going to the bookstore to buy more books, or start an art project, or get yourself a roommate."A roommate!?" I said. I was befuddled."Why not? You've grown content. Everything is structured and in order. You are bored because you crave a little disorder. Getting a roommate would create some unpredictability and you might make a few bucks."I mulled it over and a week later advertised for a roommate. I wasn't charging much rent and the room was already furnished. Jack was the first one that responded. He looked like a nice guy. It was clear he exercised from his bulging muscles. His chiseled features looked liked those from male models. He was highly interested, knowing what a great deal I was offering. Before signing our lease agreement, he asked if I was gay. Being gay was something I never denied since leaving high school. He said that he was straight. I looked over his tall muscular frame, admitting to him that his looks are easy on the eyes but he had nothing to fear. I only went after guys with reciprocity. He signed, we shook hands, and then he pulled me into hug. His muscular embraced me and padded me on the back. "I'm your roommie!"He only brought over a few small bags. It was all he had. He assimilated quickly using my furnishings. He soon grew cocky. I didn't mind him strut around the house in just boxers, seeing the hunk's unclothed frame was actually nice. A couple times I would catch him on my computer jacking off to porn. I didn't see his dick, just his backside before he'd slip the boxers back on. He would make some derogatory comment about me wanting his dick before leaving the computer. He would make other comments, suggesting he was better looking, stronger, and had a bigger dick. I would shake my head and walk away.He never helped with cleaning. He never vacuumed. He never cleaned a single dish. But he would tell me if the bowls were dirty, fearing he might not be able to enjoy my cereal. Yes, it was my cereal. He never contributed to the food budget but would devour everything.There were a few times I wanted to be more firm and insist that he contribute more. Probably sensing my frustration he would spread his legs a bit wider, offering a tiny glimpse of the tip of his dick. I would look at that and tell myself it was just a bix if cereal. So I allowed his behavior to remain unchecked.He would occasionally bring woman home. They were generally different women. Regardless if it was their first time, he would usher them quickly to his bedroom. Then over the course of the next two hours I would hear her moan in pleasure. While listening, I would picture his frame in my mind and jack off.He would tell me how good the pussy felt, how tight, and warm, and wet it was. He would tell me how much the women loved his big dick. He would then add a suggestive comment. "I bet you wish you could get a great dick like mine." He would always let me know that I was never going to get his dick.One girl that he brought over, instead of heading to his room, he brought to the hot tub in the backyard. I grew accustomed to listening to moans of pleasure. In some parts of mind I fantasized it was me that was receiving pleasure from his big dick. But from my bedroom window, I could not only hear them but watch too. I sat on the floor and peeked out, watching him flex his muscular pecs as she sucked his cock. At some point he moved her to the tub's edge and brought their hips together. I could his muscular butt clench tight as he pushed it forward, penetrating her fully. She squealed in pleasure. While they fucked, he turned his head so that he was looking at my bedroom window. He could see me. He didn't stop fucking though; he smiled and continued with earnest. This time, like the previous times he confided with me, he didn't pull out. He bragged about having huge loads but always deposited them deep in the pussies.I craved that forbidden fruit and wish I could partake. I wanted that dick. The next day he said he hoped I enjoyed watching him. He said he know he has a great body and it must be hard for me, a gay man, not to desire him.I mockingly said, "I think that I will survive." Little did I know that things were about to change.If you enjoyed, let me know. Positive comments are appreciated.Do you know what else is appreciated? Supporting this website is. With your support, they can continue offering material to aid your horny desires.
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