I remember when I was 22, this guy coming to live with us for a couple months. My parents didn't go into details but in retrospect I'm pretty sure he had just been released from prison. My dad just said he was an old friend and we were helping him out until he could get on his feet. I could tell my mom wasn't happy about having an ex-con living in our home and it wasn't just because he was an ex-con. We lived in a small 2-bedroom house so the only place for him to sleep was my room. So out came the camping cot which I had to sleep on, and we'll call him Mike, slept in my bed.

I was extremely naive at that age. This was due to the fact that for most of my life, we lived pretty far out of town and I spent most of my time helping my dad with farming chores until we sold the farm and moved to another state. I hadn't had any opportunities to meet anyone in the new town yet. What I did know was that I enjoyed playing with myself and was horny all the time.

When Mike moved his very limited amount of stuff into my room, he took the opportunity to introduce himself and thank me for being willing to share my room for a little while. He was very nice about the whole situation and told me he'd be gone as soon as he could. He also said that due to the small room we were sharing, it was inevitable that we'd probably see each other in various states of undress, and that it was not big deal. He even said that sometimes he likes to sleep naked and he hoped that wouldn't be a problem. I told him that it wouldn't be a problem and that I do the same from time to time so it was nice to meet someone like-minded. He said that was a relief because he didn't want to have to dress and undress in the bathroom every morning and night.

Mike looked like what you'd picture an ex-con to look like. He had shoulder-length brownish/grey hair and beard stubble that never seemed to get longer or shorter. His physique was ripped for a 40-something guy, and he had at least 20 tattoos. The first time he took off his shirt, I remember staring at his perfect body. He seemed to think I was only fascinated by all the tats but it wasn't only that, his muscles were so toned and beautiful. I thought I had a pretty nice body with all the farm work I'd been doing since I was about 10, but this guy had clearly spent years lifting weights to look like this.

When he took off this pants, he pulled his briefs off too. I tried not to stare, not wanting him to think I was a pervert but I didn't notice his thick cock flopped out as he sat on the bed and pulled the covers over. If he was me ogling him, he didn't say anything. I took my cue and undressed myself as he did, taking everything off. I was a bit emboldened by his lack of modesty and did the same with my pants and briefs. I half surprised myself to realize that my cock was getting a little plump with all the sexual tension I was feeling. I was a bit confused at the excitement I was feeling, since I'd never identified as being attracted to men before. I walked a few steps to the light switch and shut it off. I managed a sheepish goodnight to my new roommate as I walked naked back to my cot. What Mike said next sent shock waves through me. He said, "Goodnight. You have a nice cock by the way."

I wanted nothing more to return the compliment but I just managed to say thanks. Now I was fully hard and wanted nothing more than to jerk off but I had to just bite the bullet and try to go to sleep. Eventually I did after about 30 minutes.

I woke at 2:37AM with a full bladder. I had never gone to the bathroom naked before, out of fear that my mom might be up. I pulled on some shorts and heard Mike snoring softly as I passed him but I didn't look at him as I opened to door to leave. I was still horny but my erection had gone down. I couldn't get out of my mind that Mike had complimented my cock. What did it mean? Was he coming on to me? Should I return the compliment? I finished in the bathroom and walked back down the hall and quietly opened the door. Mike was still snoring softly but this time I looked at him and sometime during the night, he had pulled the covers down to reveal his massive cock, fully erect, as if it was begging to be touched. I quietly closed the door and started to return to my cot but I had to gaze at his member again. His snoring told me he wasn't aware of me, so I felt safe. It was fairly dark but I thought I could detect some precum oozing out his fat helmet. I had the strongest desire to lean over and lick it off. I'd never experienced such a homoerotic desire before. Shaking myself out of the trance, I went back to bed and tried to get back to sleep.

I somehow got back to sleep but it was restless. At some point, I thought I was dreaming because I heard heavy breathing breaking into my sleep. I finally realized it was coming from Mike. I opened one eye slightly. The first thing I realized was that the sun was barely up and the room was not yet fully lit. The second thing I saw was Mike leaning back on the side of his bed stroking his huge cock and looking over at me. He alternated between stroking and rubbing his precum all over his huge nob. Instantly I felt my cock stir at the sight. He still didn't seem to know that I was awake. His strokes continued but I could hear him whispering as he stared at me. "Yeah lets see that big cock grow", he said. I didn't realize it but my own covers had moved enough during the night for him to see my cock as well. I was both frightened and incredibly aroused at the thought of somebody getting turned on looking at me. "Oh what a nice long cock you have. I want to suck it so bad" he whispered, thinking I was still asleep. "I want to gag on that beautiful cock of yours and suck your balls", he continued. I was rock hard now and I desperately wanted to touch myself. I decided to close my eyes and reach down to stroke my shaft, as if I was just having a dream.

When Mike saw me stroking, he got louder. "Oh yeah, stroke it baby. Make yourself cum so I can lick it off you." I mistakenly opened my eyes too much and Mike noticed just as he started to cum. "Oh shit!" he said as ropes of cum shot all over his hand and legs. I sat up and covered myself, although I didn't want to. Mike turned away but couldn't stop stroking. He stood up with his perfectly toned ass now facing me and grabbed an article of clothing off the floor to cover his spent cock.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't expect you to be awake", he whispered loudly. He continued to apologize profusely and came over to where I sat. He begged me not to tell because he didn't have anywhere else to go. I finally got him to calm down after assuring I wouldn't say anything. He cleaned himself up with a towel and put yesterday's clothes back on quickly. "Did you happen to hear anything I was whispering?" Mike asked. I nodded, still naked but covered by my blanket now. Watching the cum shoot out of Mike's thick cock had turned me on so much, I was afraid to take away the blanket because Mike would see my hard-on. Mike continued, "I'm really sorry but you really do have a nice body and especially your big cock. I don't expect you to understand but I've been away for a long time and there wasn't any women around so....well I had desires and there was only men where I was, so....."

"I really liked looking at yours too." I admitted. "Its thicker than mine and really big....just BIG." Mike smiled and pulled his pants down again. That thick soft cock and balls dangled just close enough for me to reach out and touch. On cue Mike said, "Do you want to touch it?" I nodded and Mike stepped closer. I reached out and lifted his shaft away from his balls. Then I caressed his balls. I could feel the blood rushing into his shaft as it began to lengthen in my hand. He didn't ask but I began to stroke it. I wanted nothing more at this point than to swallow that huge cock. Mike must have felt me getting turned on. He encouraged me to taste it. That precum oozed out and onto my fingers. I was mesmerized now. I opened my mouth and enclosed it around that fat knob, letting my tongue circle it. I looked up and Mike's eyes were closed. With one hand on his balls, I moved my head up and down on his shaft, getting gagged with each bob of my head. He suddenly stopped me. "Can I touch yours too?" he asked.

We ended up in his bed in a 69 position. I explored his cock and balls, shoving that fat helmet as far into my mouth as I could before my gag reflex took over. It wasn't long before I was thrusting my hips against Mike's face and letting loose all that pent up juice down his throat. He took longer and didn't have much cum but I took every drop and licked him clean.

Mike stayed 2 1/2 months total and we played with each other many, many more times.