My Hung Roommate Keeps Flashing His Dick to Me
Copyright© 2026 by Liam Cox
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Moving in with a new roommate comes with a surprise, when I realized he's not just hung but he loves to show off too.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Consensual Gay BiSexual Fiction Anal Sex Oral Sex
Alex wasn’t home most of Saturday evening, out doing whatever straight guys do on weekends, probably drinking with his buddies or something. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that massive bulge in his briefs or his dick swinging free when he stepped out of the shower. By the time I woke up Sunday, I was half-hoping he’d be back to his “running late” shower routine, but nope, when I walked into the living room, there he was, sprawled on the couch in his boxers, sipping coffee and scrolling on his phone.
“Morning, man,” I said, and gave him a quick pat on the shoulder. “Where’d you disappear to yesterday?”
“Just out with some friends, hit a bar, crashed at my friend’s place. You know, usual shit. What about you?”
“Cleaned this dump, mostly,” I said, heading to the kitchen to grab some cereal. “Place was starting to look like a frat house.”
We laughed, and I came back with my bowl, plopping down on the other end of the couch. We chatted for a bit. Then he stretched, and said, “Fuck, it’s hot again already.”
“Yeah, dude, no kidding,” I said. “You know you can just strip down to your briefs again. You don’t even gotta ask anymore.”
He grinned, like he’d been waiting for me to say it. “Yeah, cool, thanks.” He stood up, pulled off his t-shirt and shorts, and just like that, he was back in those tight briefs, the bulge front and center. I tried to focus on my cereal, but my eyes kept flicking over to it. It was hypnotic, no lie especially after seeing what was underneath. Knowing he was cool with me looking made it even harder to play it off. We kept talking, but I could barely keep up with the conversation, my gaze bouncing between his eyes and that obscene outline.
I wanted to say something about it, maybe joke about the shower incidents or how he’s been parading around naked. But I chickened out.
After we finished some chores the heat was getting to me too. I was sweating through my t-shirt. Alex glanced over and said, “Dude, just turn on the AC if you’re dying.”
I could’ve flipped the air conditioner on and called it a day, but my brain went somewhere else. The way he’d been so chill about stripping down, the way he didn’t care when I stared, maybe I could push this a little. “Yeah, I could,” I said. “But I’m thinking I might just lose some layers instead. You cool with that?”
“What, like me? Go for it, man. I don’t care.”
“Alright, but if it’s weird, just say so, yeah? I can stick with the AC.”
“Nah, dude, be comfortable,” he said. “I’m good, promise.”
I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it to the side. Then, before I could overthink it, I pushed my shorts down, leaving me in just my black boxer briefs. I’m not ripped or anything, but I’m in decent slim shape, and I saw his eyes scanning me up and down.
“Thanks, man,” I said. “Feels better already.”
We didn’t talk for a minute, just sat there, the air thick with something unspoken. I could feel his eyes on me, sneaking glances at my chest, my smoothly shaved legs. And I was doing the same, watching that bulge shift in his briefs. It was moving, no question, he was getting hard, and he wasn’t doing much to hide it. I could see the outline of his cock starting to strain against the fabric.
My mouth was dry, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I had to say something. “Dude,” I said, “that’s, uh, totally normal, you know. No need to stress about it.”
He knew exactly what I meant, his face going red. “Shit, sorry, man,” he mumbled, “It just ... happens sometimes.”
“Nah, don’t worry about it. Not like I haven’t seen it all week anyway, right?”
He moved his hand away, letting the bulge stay in full view. “Yeah, guess you’re right.” The outline was clear now, his dick was hard, tucked against his leg, stretching the briefs to their limit. I couldn’t believe how big it looked, even bigger than when it was soft. My own briefs were getting tight.
“Well, not hard before,” I said.
He went even redder but laughed, looking down at himself. “Yeah, fair. I mean, it’s not a big deal.” He glanced at my chest, then lower, and I swear I saw his eyes linger.
Later that evening, I decided to push it a little further. “Yo, if you’re gonna be late again tomorrow with the shower, maybe just take it tonight,” I said. “Don’t need you getting chewed out at work.”
“Yeah, good call,” he said, “You know what? I’ll shower now, and you can go after. No rush tomorrow, right?”
“Deal,” I said.
He got up, that hard-on still visible, straining against his briefs as he walked to the bathroom. I sat there, staring at the ceiling. My dick was throbbing, and I had to adjust myself before he came back. When I heard the water shut off, I grabbed my towel but decided to just hold it in my hand, somewhat covering my dick
The door swung open fast. “Well, damn,” he said. I was standing with my back to the door, so he got a clear view of my bare ass just as he stepped out. I turned around and saw that Alex was stark naked, towel in his hand, not even pretending to cover up. His cock was half-hard, sticking out a bit.
“Yeah, well,” I said. “Feels good to be free, right?”
He laughed. “You’re telling me.” His dick bounced with each step, and I couldn’t stop staring. Then he headed to his room.
I took my shower and jerked off quick under the water. The rest of the night, we hung out in our briefs, watching some movie.
When I was lying in bed, thinking about tomorrow. I wanted to just ask him straight-up, like, “Dude, what’s with the show? You know I’m gay, you trying to mess with me?” Maybe even tell him it’s the most impressive dick I’ve ever seen, see how he reacted.