October 20, 2005

Can I Touch You There?

I'll have you know that the molestation of my roommate is going swimmingly. I've gone from verbal sexual harassment to awkward footsie to sneaking up behind him and giving him shoulder rubs to tweaking his nipples when he's walking around shirtless to slapping his ass to grabbing his ass to giving him a peck on the cheek.

And last night, through some good natured jocular wrestling, I was able to unbutton his pants, slip my hands down, and brush my hand against the goods, running my fingers along the side of his flacid penis. I was about as surprised as he was.

Actually, I was probably more surprised when he didn't leave the room afterward, choosing to stay in my room and finish watching the movie.

I wonder if the Bait Bus is hiring.

POST SCRIPT: After I posted this, shirtless roommate came over and watched some bad talk show with me. I continued the gropings from last night, standing in front of him as he sat, pulling his legs towards me, and tilting his hips and thrusted. We were both still wearing clothing.

As I reluctantly let him go, I quick copped another feel through his sleep pants. I got him erect. And he was really embarassed.

He totally wants me.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.