I was just watching futurock's vid of him wanking off in the dark. Hot vid, and it reminded me of when I was a sophomore in college. I shared a room with another sophomore, kind of quiet, and a little hefty. The head of my bed was flush to the foot of his, in an 'L' shape, so that if I was lying on my right side, my view was from the bottom of his feet. I was usually in bed before he'd get home, and I could watch him undress in the dark. The light from the streetlamp always was enough for any detail, but it got better after he crawled into bed. He'd strip to his jockeys, and wait under the covers until he was sure I was sleeping, then start to play with himself. All I could see was the tent his feet made with the blanket, and the jiggle of our beds, but soon the blanket was pushed away and the feet, (which always smelled) parted and I could see his balls moving and hear the slap of skin. He usually would quietly get on his knees on the bed, back against the wall, hips out, and I'd get his left side body profile, his right hand pumping, except for that second it took to get his cum sock out from under his pillow, then bring himself off with the lube of his pre and shoot his cum into the sock. I can still smell his feet, and feel the heat of his sweat. After he left in the morning, I'd get his cumsock, (usually still a little damp) and jack off in it. Made it even more exciting knowing that he was cuming in my cum.

It happened again last tuesday afternoon. I decided to hit the Porn Shop just a couple of blocks away..I was hoping that I'd see the Latino guy that I had jacked off with a couple of weeks earlier. That day I was in a booth and could see through the glory hole this little man, hispanic sitting on the opposite wall pants down knees apart and showing his fat little boner which looked really dark in that light. It turned out that I could sit in the same position in my booth and he could see me playing with my dick and I could watch him at the same time. We played around like this for some minutes when he got up and left his booth, but before I could get pissed he knocked on my door and I let him in. There's something so fuckin hot about a guy walking into your space with his dick hanging out, and a nice clear drop of pre hanging off his skin. When I took hold of it and started to peel his skin back, I got that strong smell of a ripe cock, heavy and pungent, no smeg, just that great stink. It was right in front of my face, so I got a little taste of that pre. He bent over and took hold of my cock, and I stood up and when he peeled my skin back the smell of it pretty much filled the booth. That's always the breaking point, but he didn't move and kept stroking me. Loved the way he was breathing, had kind of a stale beer smell to his breath. So last tuesday he was there again, saw him out front with the mags and toys, and he gave me a smile and followed me to the back room which is bigger and with a couple of couches. This time I took his dick out and it was little and fat and his 4 skin puckered to a pout and when I got it stiff and pushed his skin back, he had a nice ring of smeg under it, and some on his knob. He whispered that he was glad to see me and that he liked it that I liked his stinking cock. Exact words.