The secretive roommate (Part One)

It was a very warm and sunny weekend. Everyone went home for a short semester break and I was told I need not go home since the plane ticket would cost me half of my tuition for the rest of the school year.

There will be no volleyball practices with the guys, and all I can do here in my apartment is to binge-watch movies on Netflix or check some videos online.

The house is quite big: it has 3 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, a kitchen, a living space area with huge leather sofas, a garden, a garage, and a small basketball court. It even has a swimming pool---no, it was like a small jacuzzi pool located at the backyard near the veranda. We spent time together here having barbeques and beers with the gang. It seldom happened here, though, because I need to be "the good guy" in the bunch.

I'm sharing the house with two of my hometown buddies: the rich kid Christopher Davis, whose parents live out-of-town. He's the very extravagant one in the group. He has his own car (he's using the garage downstairs), and he brought with him some high-class university lads here many times for house parties and video games. He went home for the break because, again, he can "afford everything", that's what my buddies from the volleyball team call him. The "afford everything" guy.

And here's Zeb. Zeb Anthony Rogers. He's the quiet one. I am not sure, they said he was an orphan. He lost his mom and dad when he was just 8. He's living with his aunt and uncle back home: Susan and Dennis, the most conservative family in the neighborhood. Because both of us didn't have the luxury to spend a lot of money to fly home, we decided to stay here and spend the rest of the break. It's for two weeks, and may the gods help me I didn't know what to do with these hiatus weeks before I would end school this year.

Luckily, though, Zeb has a job. I said I was lucky because I could have the whole house by myself when he's out making some cash for his expenses and his share paying the rent. Now, if you ask me what job he's got, I didn't know exactly. He said he did multiple jobs. What I know for sure, he has a part-time job at a convenience store 20 minutes away from here. He was living with us because Susan and Dennis are close family friends with my parents. We consider them family. Zeb and I grew up together but he went away early looking for work after finishing school.

That's his status in life. He needed to work multiple jobs to sustain his family and for his needs. I remembered I loaned him some cash I have kept because he needed it to buy some medicine for Aunt Susan. She was very ill that time and they needed extra to pay the hospital bills. Zeb is a brother to me, so I didn't hesitate to give him money and told him he can pay anytime. He was older than me. He's 23. I just turned 19 this year.

Saturday morning. He woke up very early. He's going to the gym, he said. Yeah, I've learned he also had a short course job at the gym near the school. I saw him there one time with a group of old ladies following him around. I teased him for having "sugar mommies", but he said they were his students for a fitness class. You know how people who work at the gym look like: lean and muscular, pecs protruding against their tight sleeved dry fit tops, training shorts that fit right on their thighs, and their dicks bulging against their sweaty gym clothes. But Zeb was different at home.

He never wore very tight clothes when he's watering the plants in the garden, he never flexed a muscle or two when he carried heavy loads of boxes when Chris asked him to bring them upstairs. He never displayed his body topless. I saw him wearing the sleeveless shirt when he was working out at the garage with his makeshift dumbbells made out of the damaged rims from Chris' car. And that was it. He was just quiet, the typical Zeb I know back home.

It's time for dinner and since I am the one of the three who could cook, I did the cooking. Zeb was so embarrassed about it because he usually helped me with it and Chris was just sitting on the sofa playing the video games. I said it was fine.

"Don't worry," I explained. "You're working. How can you help me with the cooking while you're working? Sit down!"

We started eating dinner. The table was silent you can only hear the utensils hitting the plates. I could hear my own gulp when I drank water. I should start the conversation.

"What's up?"

I waited for him to respond. He slowly looked at me and said, "Cool."

We went silent again. We finished the meal. He stood up and grabbed his plates as well as mine. He said he would do the dishes since I was the one who cooked the meals for both of us. I didn't stop him, thank goodness he's not Chris because Chris wouldn't do a single housework here. He's paying half of the rent anyway and there would be no reason to complain. I went to the living room next to the dining area and turned the TV on.

"I'm going upstairs, then to bed. I still have work tomorrow," he said.

"But it's a Sunday tomorrow, Zeb?"

He just lifted his shoulders telling me that "That's the way it is for me or I can't pay my bills."

For hours I've watched different programs on the television and started to get sleepy. It's still early but doing nothing today made me wanted to go to bed pretty soon. Not the usual for me since when I have had volleyball practice, I would arrive home an hour before midnight. I switched the television off and turned off the lights at the living room, leaving the lampshade near the stairs. I went upstairs to my room and wished I could sleep by just counting small rounds of sheep before I knocked out. As I came near my bedroom door, I took my shirt off and put it on my shoulder. I accidentally hit my dick against my shorts and decided to jack off before going to bed.

I started rubbing myself as I was walking at the corridors near our rooms. I've passed by Zeb's room and heard the showers flowing. He was taking a bath very quietly you could hear the water from the bathroom. Since I was near his room, I was thinking of asking him if when he could pay me for the money he loaned. I knocked on his door but no one is answering. I knocked again and still the same.

"Zeb?"

You could only still hear the showers in the bathroom. I decided to open his bedroom door to check if he's fine. He was not answering for goodness sake. When I entered his room it was dark. You could only see the strick of light coming from the opening of the bathroom. The water hitting the floor, I came near the bathroom door to see if he's there. He was. He's facing the walls in the shower. I could see him moving slowly against the opening of his bathroom door. It was the first time I saw Zeb, my hometown friend, fully naked under the shower taking a bath.

He was tanned. His arms were huge and his abdomen flat. His chest was bulging like the muscular guy you saw on TV. He could be an underwear model, but not on that specific sight. He was totally nude. I was impressed by how well formed his chest and abdomen area. He looked like a Greek god taking a shower his eyes closed as the water hit his face. I could see him touching himself for the very first time, rubbing the bar of soap on his quite hairy body. I could feel my cock erecting.

I grabbed my semi-flaccid dick and started rubbing it, slowly, making it harder and stiffer. I felt different. I was having the urge to take a shower with him and grab his body and worship him. But no, it's alright to be gay but I am not that. And he was my friend and I considered him my brother.

I saw his pubic hair lined perfectly on his groin. He was not shaving it. He looked very manly and natural. I trimmed mine because we used to wear very tiny shorts during volleyball tournaments. I didn't want my pubic hair poking out from my shorts during the game. It might be very distracting. It hurts when you place it in a wrong area. You know what I mean.

I was so focused on his body I didn't notice I was jerking off under my shorts. I thought of cumming there but I was cut off when I saw him placing his back against the wall and stroking his cock. He was "blessed" with a big dick, I said. This is the fucking first time seeing his dick we've been friends for almost half of our lives. He was jerking off his dick to full erection. I, too, was jerking off following his rhythm. We were in unison that when it was time to shoot the jizz, it was time to shoot the jizz, at the same time. He grabbed his pecs by his left hand and slowly sliding it from his stomach down to his pubic hair. And then to my surprise, he was using both hands to masturbate. Fuck. Why are you doing this to me, Zeb?

He continued to jerk off as I was watching him naked. I, too, was jerking off I could feel precum touching my fingers when I reached the head of my cock. He moaned loudly opening his mouth and letting go a struggled breath. He was having a good time pleasuring himself. I rubbed my fully-erected cock from the base up to its head. I occasionally wet my left palm by sticking my tongue out and licking it to lubricate with my saliva. He was using soap to enjoy himself. I wanted to come near him and join him so we could cum together. I was stopping myself from doing that, let alone getting caught that I was checking my friend while masturbating.

He stopped from jacking off and washed his body to get rid of the soap. But he left the shower on when he went near the bathroom counter. He was looking at himself through the bathroom mirror and bit his lips while he slowly closed his eyes in orgasm as he continued playing with his cock. He's using his right hand to serve his cock I could see his arms wiggling while he pumped his full-mast, huge cock. He was cut and smooth. Quite veiny but smooth.

Zeb was a pale guy, so his dick is pale and balls were a little pinkish. Except for some parts on his body where he was tanned from his factory work outdoors carrying heavy loads of boxes. It paid off. His muscles were erotic-looking from working heavy stuff at work. He looked like the guy I saw at a straight porn movie my friends and I were watching in one of my teammates' houses.

Yeah, I tried joining an orgy of guy friends jacking off. But it was just mutual masturbation. No touching and definitely, there was no sex. I came back to my senses but half weakened when I saw the lining on his back. It was sexy and it was perfect. It was well-lined separating both of his ass cheeks. I saw him sucking his finger and I was shocked when he reached to his ass and fucked himself with that finger. Fuck you, Zeb! Fuck!

I suddenly stopped when he turned around while still rubbing his dick. I thought he was done pleasuring himself. He jumped right on top of the bathroom sink and continued jerking off. He was now sitting down, head resting on the mirror, body slanted, just the right position to have a full-erected dick ready for more masturbation. It was a full view of his body and his dick almost touching his belly button. He was huge, hung, and semi-curved. He was stretching it away from his body and slapped it back to his stomach. The sound of that slapping made me horny. He did that many times and his dick was very swollen and ready to cum. He could hit any spot with his dick if he fucked someone---a guy or a girl. His shaft was perfect, the head now was even swollen from his rubbing.

I couldn't help myself but I continued masturbating, still checking him out through the opening of the bathroom door. I was not sure if he saw me but by the looks of it, he was still concentrating on masturbating. His face would show pleasure, rubbing his cock, his chest, his body and also at the back of his neck. He spat on his right hand and massaged the head of his cock. Sometimes, he would stop rubbing it and let it erect by itself like it has its own life. Fuck!

I was about to cum as he continued playing with his cock. He pumped faster and faster, his hand moving up and down on his cock's shaft, totally rubbing it created a sexual sound of friction. No wonder he left the shower on. He pumped really hard the sound echoed in the bathroom. But I was there, separated only by the bathroom door. I could hear every fap of skin and cock. It created a sound like I was bumping my half-naked body against my teammate's body after our game practice. Zeb was very sexual now, I could see that any minute he would blow his semen straight up from his full erected and throbbing penis.

He pumped a little faster and closed his eyes tightly. His moans were even louder; he was about to cum. I followed his rhythm as I was, too, almost reaching the end to cumming. His chest was raising, and his abdomen turning flat as he gasped for heavy breath telling me he had reached orgasm and would cum. The movement of his hand was even faster, using both hands now he looked like he was dying to cum.

When it's time to cum, he came first. He burst his man juice straight to his chest, and to his stomach. Some went near his chin. He was still rubbing his dick when it was my turn to cum. It was difficult for me to let go some pleasurable noises because I was spying my friend while he's jacking off. I grabbed the shirt from my shoulder and used it to catch my cum so it won't drip on the floor. Just imagine when he went out from the bathroom he saw cum on his bedroom floor. I looked back when I was done and checked what Zeb was doing. I could still hear his heavy breathing from his pleasure of playing himself.

I wasn't able to pull my shorts up when all of a sudden I saw something that surprised me. I saw Zeb eating his cum, not all of it as he was wiping some on his cheeks. He also wiped his semen on his torso and chest, playing with his nipples. Without noticing it, my hand drenched in cum was near my mouth. I licked and ate some of my cum, imagining that my cum was his.◼︎

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