When your roommate wakes up on the couch and finds you staring at his morning wood, he decides he's tired of hiding how much you turn him on. Forget your boyfriend. If you want to live here, you're going to be his free-use toy.
Hey. What are you doing? How long have you been sitting there watching me sleep on the Well, what the fuck have you been doing?
The TV is not on, you don't have your phone. Thinking. Thinking about what? Oh, shit! Is this what you've been thinking about? My morning wood poking out of my boxers? Oh my god.
Have you been sitting there staring at my cock? I feel so violated. Oh, you haven't? Are you fucking kidding me? You haven't been staring at my dick? Really? You walk into a room where a guy is passed out on the sofa with his throbbing heart on, poking straight out of his boxers, and you're just like, eh, sit down, think about other things, don't even.
.. Look, I know we're roommates and we're not supposed to think of each other that way, and you've got a boyfriend, but. ..
Don't insult my intelligence, okay? Well, oh, you have other things. ..
Yeah, no, I'm sure you do have other things on your mind, besides my dick. Of course you do. But you could think about those other things in your bedroom, or in the kitchen, or any other room other than the one where I happen to be sleeping here with the fucking raging heart on.
Oh, well, shit. If the side of my cock doesn't faze you, if it doesn't even register, why did I cover myself up with this blanket? I'll just sit around like this all day.
Yeah, no, I will do whatever I want. Sure, yeah, no, this is great, actually, this is perfect. I like giving it some air, let it bounce around, get some morning exercise.
When I lived by myself, I'd walk around with my morning wood sticking out while I drank my coffee, ate breakfast, checked my emails, but when you moved in, I thought that might make you uncomfortable, since, you know, you have a boyfriend. But I didn't realize he kept you so satisfied that you wouldn't even notice another guy's bare cock waving around right in front of you. Yeah, that's really great, I'm happy for you.
So, um, just out of curiosity, when do you guys actually fuck? When do you guys actually fuck? Because you can't stay at his place because he lives with his parents and they're super religious and they won't let you spend the night.
And you said he never comes over here because he's scared of me for some reason? No, he's not scared of me? I could swear you said he was.
.. Intimidated. Oh, okay, he's intimidated by me.
Because I'm an asshole. Right, yeah, right, that's what you said, he's intimidated by assholes. Is he intimidated by cocks? Do you think this cock would intimidate him? Would it make him feel inferior? I can't imagine why, since he keeps you so satisfied during the quickies that I guess you guys have when his parents are at church.
Hey, what are you getting so upset about? Stop yelling. Calm down.
What's your problem? Boundaries. I don't have any boundaries.
Are you fucking serious? You've been sitting here staring at my dick while I was asleep and you're going to lecture me about boundaries? You know what? Shut your mouth.
Yeah, I said shut your mouth. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of playing with you.
And I'm really tired of you playing with me. Oh yes you have. You've definitely been playing with me and it's going to end right now.
Stop. Just fucking stop it. Look at me.
I know you're looking away because it's hard for you to keep your eyes off my cock, but look at me. Look me in the eyes. Do you think I don't know when a woman wants me? You think I'm a pathetic loser like your boyfriend? No.
I know you want me. And not just because you were staring at my dick while I was asleep. I've known it since the day you moved in here.