mikeyank
Long time forumite
Those are wonderful memories to have Jayshaw. Although you were frustrated, I consider you very lucky to have been able to watch, listen, (smell?) his jerking off activity. And yes, I too believe that he knew that you were into him, and while he was not capable of allowing you to share his body and cock with you, he obviously enjoyed a voyeuristic side.I have always loved Bobby since I first saw him. When I was in high school, I attended a military academy. I saw many desireable guys like him. Of course I lived in a dorm and had a roommate. Thankfully I got a very cute, masculine, straight guy. He was very up-front about everything. The first time we met he informed me that he liked to jerkoff and he did it alot. He hoped I didn't have a problem with it. Heck, I didn't have a problem, in fact I wanted to tell him that I would be glad to help him whenever he needed me. He was good at his word. We had bunk beds and every night when we went to bed he would jerkoff. He was very vocal and I lay in my bed listening to him and wishing I was doing it for him. Of course, he wasn't shy so I saw him naked with a hardon many times. He never indicated that he thought I was gay, but I know he had to be aware that I was attracted to him. I didn't think about it then, but now I think maybe he knew and he got a certain satisfaction out of knowing that I wanted him. He was my roommate for two years. I lay in bed listening to him for two years! Sometimes I wanted so bad to just jump in bed with him and start sucking his cock. I knew better than to do it, because if he didn't want it and reported me I would have been kicked out of school. Major frustration!!! The second year was our senior year so we departed at the end of school. We never saw each other again. I often wondered what happened to him. All I have now is the memories, but oh what memories!
I too had similar feelings for straight college buddies among others, who I felt were "showing off" for me too, but never had any of them "show off" for me to the extent that your roommate did for you. To my way of thinking, you were fortunate to have such a sharing roommate, even if he didn't share his body with you in the way that you craved.