Down the Rock-Wall

It doesn't take me long to scale down the small climbing wall. My erection nudges against the plastic handholds and I shamefully admit spending a few minutes grinding against them. My hormones were raging and the fake rocks were cold against the slick head of my cock. Some of them even had small holes in them. I slipped the tip of my dick inside, my eyes rolling back into my head. It wasn't that pleasurable, the ridges of the cut plastic felt uncomfortable against my skin. But I pictured how I looked from behind, mid climb, one arm up, the other to my side. One leg on the ground and the other on a bright blue plastic handle. I could see the way my ass jiggled, my spread cheeks revealing my tight boy-hole.

I stopped eventually, pinching myself. I'm so dumb and horny right now, I can't loose sight of that. I scan the park in front of me, and slap myself realizing that I had been fucking the climbing wall in full view of the open road. It was empty and dark, with no houses or cars, but if one person saw me, if a cop saw me... I glare at my leaking cock.

I sigh, brutally murdering the thought to continue masturbating and make my way into the trees. At least I'd have more cover in there. As I get closer to the edge, I spot a figure, slumped against the tree. I stop dead in my tracks, squinting to get a closer look. He doesn't move, and clearly he's also naked. My eyes-widen and I walk faster to the naked guy.

It's Arin, a friend and one of my roommates. He recently moved in after some of my former roommates graduated. I offered the spot to him, saying the rent was cheap and it'd be great if he could bring another roommate too. And the next day, he signed the lease with Max, a friend of his, and moved in a week later.

As I get closer, I see more of his bare body. I'm not saint. Part of the reason I wanted him to move in was so I could have a better chance to get a sneak peak at this boy sans clothes. We met early in my freshman year of college, and while he's very vocal about his love for boobs, I couldn't help but lust after the man. He's an avid gym rat. Unlike me, who goes to look good, Arin loves the act of exercise, and he's very proud of that fact. His upper body bulges with rugged muscle. Clean-cut abs, thick fore-arms, and wide-shoulders, we're the same height, but I'll always look small compared to him. His bright green eyes are closed, framed by loose strands of light brown hair, the rest of it pulled back into a small ponytail.

I couldn't help but just stare at his erection. It's surprisingly smaller than mine, at roughly six inches, but beautifully cut and angled perfectly upward at the tip. Arin's pubic hair is trimmed neatly, with a landing strip that ended just under his belly button. His legs are spread apart, giving me an amazing view of his massive testicles that hung like lemons between his thighs.