Gay Erotic Stories

In my junior year of college my roommate Mark and I decided to ditch the dorm and share an apartment. This was fine with me, because I figured with his busy schedule, I would be free to bring a guy home now and then and not be paranoid that the dorm boys would get wise to it. And, since the biggest object of my lust was Mark himself, I would at least get to keep him as a roommate and get vicarious pleasure from being around him. Unfortunately, Mark was as straight as they come.....one of those enormously handsome, confident guys that could have any woman on campus he wanted....and frequently did. He was only about 5'10" but he was pure stud: dark complexion and thick black hair, with one of those perfectly packaged jock bodies, not particular hairy but not smooth either. I didn't see him naked often, but on the occasions when I did catch a glimpse, I could see he had a beautiful tool, not to mention the hottest set of ass cheeks I had ever laid eyes on. If Mark ever suspected that I liked guys, we didn't let on. I guess we had our own "don't ask, don't tell" policy. It definitely would have not been cool to be open about it, but on the other hand he didn't always bug me about why I was frequently without a girlfriend, or question me when I went off on my own some evenings instead of joining the usual crowd at one of the school hangout bars. Anyway, since we had limited resources, the apartment we settled on was pretty much a dive, in one of those ugly, cheaply built 70s-type apartment buildings a few blocks to the poorer side of the campus. But it had a reasonable amount of room, so it suited us just fine. The two bedrooms were to the back of the apartment, separated by the bathroom. But my room was L-shaped, wrapping around the back of the bathroom, where a six-foot wide closet with sliding doors extended the entire remaining adjoining wall space between our rooms. Since that part of Mark's room was the open corner, without windows or doors, the back wall of my closet was flush up against the headboard of Mark's bed. Now, despite my passion for Mark, I am not a desperate guy.....I am pretty good looking (the swimmer type, taller, slimmer, and smoother than Mark) and had no problem in picking up a hot guy (or girl, if I was in the mood) for a good time....I also had never considered myself a voyeur.....but it didn't take me long to figure out how kewl this arrangement was. In fact, in our first night at that apartment, I got a good idea of what was in store for me. Our little open house party had finally fizzled and I went off to bed. I stripped and was lying in my new room, feeling pretty buzzed and happy to have my own place, trying to decide on a good fantasy to jack off to....and then I heard Mark and his latest conquest, Kelly, enter his room. One of the sliding doors to my closet was partly open, and I could hear the sound of their voices, although from my bed I couldn't hear what they were saying. Curiosity got the better of me and I quietly slipped out of bed and up to the closet. I hadn't finished unpacking yet, so it was mostly empty. I suddenly realized how cheap the building construction was, just a single piece of sheetrock between the back of my closet and Mark's room. As soon as I put my head into the closet the voices, even their footsteps, become quite clear, and, no real surprise, they were in the middle of passionately undressing each other. In a moment I made my decision.....I wouldn't need a j/o fantasy tonight, I would simply slip into the closet and get off, listening to the hottest stud in school bang his luscious new girlfriend. My body was so close to theirs that without the wall I could have reached out and touched them....I had to actually be conscious of my own breathing for fear they would hear me, although I needn't have worried because their minds were definitely otherwise occupied. And I am happy to tell you they put on quite a show for me. Both were very vocal; in addition to the usual moaning and groaning Mark went on and on in his rich masculine voice about her hot tits and how good her pussy felt and she told him what a stud he was and how big his cock was and how he was fucking her just right, etc, etc. With each thrust, the bed would vibrate against the very wall I was leaning against. I came three times in the next hour and a half--one time more than either Mark or Kelly. After that, I was hooked and took many opportunities to listen in on my roommate's very active sex life. I eventually became expert at knowing what position was being used, and I become so attuned to Mark's sexual timing that I could tell what he was feeling, when he would need to slow things down to make it last, when he had reached the point of no return -- even when he had a truly memorable orgasm as opposed to the times when he had an average one and the rest was just for show. I also decided fair was fair, so on the rare occasions when I had company (when Mark was at home I only brought home women), I deliberately left my closet door open so that, if he choose, he would be able to hear more. I loved doing it thinking he might be hearing me us, sometimes when I told my lay how hot she was it was really Mark I was talking to in my mind. Since he always smiled approvingly at me and my date the next morning, I always allowed myself to think that he might have taken some personal interest in our activities. Eventually, Mark did say something to acknowledge the lousy sound barrier between our rooms, but we both shrugged it off with comments to the effect of what the hell, we're both guys, we know what goes on. But my favorite times were when Mark didn't have a date, and I got an extra special treat--getting to hear him j/o. This was quieter than the usual fuck, but so nice because I could fantasize that it was just between the two of us, which it was, except he didn't know it. What he also didn't know was that I was sometimes playing with a pair of his underwear or a sweaty T-shirt or something I had picked out of his hamper, while I was listening to his orgasm build just two feet from where I was camped out. During the year that we lived in that apartment, I must have listened to Mark shoot spurt well over a hundred loads from my little spot in the closet (with, by the way, at least 20 different women), and I answered with at least a hundred more. if you want to correspond with the author, please write to jstrapboy@hotmail.com.