Was it possible that Trent didn’t know what effect he had on me? He was driving me crazy. He’d been doing this since we were thrown together as college roommates two months earlier.

I was sitting at my desk, trying to concentrate on my calculus homework, when the door to our room opened and Trent padded in straight from the shower, dripping wet. He stood there on the carpet, within clear sight of me, and whipped the towel off from around his waist and started to dry himself down. He was whistling and chatting at me, apparently oblivious to the fact that I couldn’t catch my breath well enough to answer him.

He was beautiful. He had a lithe, deeply tanned athlete’s body. Everything was perfectly proportioned from his shiny white teeth down to his size nine and a half feet. Everything, that is, except for his outsized cock and low-hanging balls.

He slept in the nude, and this evening he showed every sign that he wasn’t going to dress up now just to have to prepare for bed a little later. He moved around the room like a dancer—no, like a big cat stalking its prey—with his heavy cock swaying back and forth. I tried to bury my face in my math problems, but I just couldn’t ignore him. I was glad my knees were under the desk, because I would have been very embarrassed for him to see the hard on he was giving me.

At length, he stretched out on his bed and read a sports magazine. His free hand was gliding along the contours of his torso and occasionally down to his cock, and I watched him from the corner of my eye, aching to run my hands where his were going.

“Gotta sleep the sleep of the dead tonight,” he said as he sat up and scoffed down a couple of pills and drank from a cup on the table beside his bed. “Important lacrosse game tomorrow.” He turned out his light and pulled a sheet over his beautiful body and lay there on his back with his eyes closed tight.

“I’ll have the lights off in a few minutes,” I said.

“No problem,” he said, already yawning. “When I take these pills, you could set off a bomb on my stomach and I’d never notice.”

And he was right about that. When Trent took his sleeping pills, you’d lost him for at least six hours.

I turned my desk chair around and sat there and watched him as his breath became regular. And I pined for him. I wondered what he’d do if he knew how much I wanted him inside me. This sinful feeling had only been accentuated earlier in the day when I’d come back to the room early and found him fucking another guy in his bed. I’d been quiet and they’d been very absorbed in what they were doing, so he hadn’t noticed that I’d seen him. I was wild for him now that I knew that he fucked guys. Before it had only been a remote dream; now it seemed like a possibility. If only he’d notice me, give me some sign.

He fidgeted in the bed and one leg came out from under the sheet. I fixated on that deeply tanned leg, with its heavily muscled calf and thigh. And on his feet, not too long, but with long, sensuous toes. I tried to turn back to my studies, but my eyes were drawn to him. He