The Dorm (bxb)

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Well, it turned out that he had basket practice or games quite often in the evening, so I was able to go for an orgy with Joe and Bill several times every week. I was not sure, though, about what time he was to return and one day he was just entering the room when I came through the window in my G-string.

- Where have you been, why do you come through the window and what are you wearing?

- I am sorry, I should have told you. I am gay and I have been fucking with the Chinese guys next-door. I hope that you don't have a problem with having a gay room-mate.

- No, no problem, but what are you wearing? Where have you got that? I have never seen anything like that in any shop.

- It is a G-string. I buy them on eBay. They are very cheap, just a couple of bucks each.

- Could you show me how to order them, I want some. I think they look fabulous and much more comfortable than jock-straps.

I opened my drawer and showed him my stock.

- If you don't mind, you could use some of mine. As you can see, I have plenty.

- You would really let me use your underwear? Not many would do that. I am honoured by your suggestion.

- Absolutely, would you like to try some on now?

- Yes, please. I would love that.

He stripped and stood there in front of me completely naked. I hoped that he would not notice the tent growing in my G-string. I kneeled in front of him and put one of mine in its place. Then I could not help myself and I adjusted his package in the pouch. I looked up at his face, he smiled but did not protest about my touching his private parts.

- How does it feel?

- Just lovely, and clearly you like it also.

I was not sure if he meant my use of G-strings generally or my handling of him. He stared at my tent but did not comment about it.

After that evening I felt that I could move along in the room in just my G-string; boner or no boner, as Ed did not seem to mind. He still took off all his clothes when he came in, but always put on one of my undies instead of a jock-strap when he went out. I wondered what his team-mates might think when they saw it in the locker room. I also left every day for a fuck-session next-door even if Ed was present; he just laughed at me when he saw me leave through the window.