I’m a bisexual nudist, but my roommate Akira’s so straight-laced he makes a corset look conservative. Yet, he didn’t mind responding to my ad on Craigslist for a discounted room. Said my nudity was my own business.
As he settled in, we developed an odd sort of friendship. Then, the prank wars began. He started it, but I had to end it. It was worried I couldn’t come up with a good finale, but the joke presented itself. Akira would often walk around or watch TV after a shower wearing a towel around his waist for like an hour, which was comical to me as he was such a prude. It was the perfect revenge prank. Akira had incredible reflexes though, so for two months I was unable to snipe the tightly tucked fabric.

I decided that my tactics weren’t working and it was time to shift into a one-man assault team. On a Wednesday afternoon, everything fell into place. I overheard him talking to his girlfriend on the phone, saying that sure! she can come over now. I watched him….yes…yes…yes! as he went to go take a shower. The bathroom for his room was right off the hallway, so I had a good view from my desk in my room.

I grabbed my weapon and waited patiently outside the bathroom door. Ten minutes later, he opened it and – WOMF! I hit him smack in the chest with a sham pillow. Akira yelped and put up his hands in defense, and in that moment of weakness I yanked on his towel. It’s down! I finally got it! Aw, it’s a cute penis. Akira looked up at me at shock. I was grinning like a fat kid in a candy store. “Prank war over, victory is mine!”

“I’m going to kill you!” he screamed at me, taking a moment to pick up his towel before chasing me around the apartment. “You are so dead!” He tried to snap my legs with the towel, but when that didn’t work he threw it at me. Unbeknowst to me, Akira had a little wrestling experience back in high school and had no problem tackling me to the floor in the living room. I was still laughing so hard I was almost crying.

We tussled for a bit, but then I rolled over onto my back and he took that moment to pin my arms to the carpet, looming over me on all fours. Checkmate. “You lose,” he said a bit breathlessly, but his words seemed unfocused. My laughter died off. He looked at me, I looked at him. The air was heavy with the scent of his soap and my sweat. I was also half erect from all the excitement. He noticed it, then sat on my thighs so he could take the weight off his hands. I didn’t say a thing as he began to stroke me. It felt rather nice actually. I just rested there still, watching Akira pet my chub, listening to my breath quicken. By the time I was fully hard he was too. He pushed his hips forward so our straining cocks were parallel. Akira’s eyes were glazed as he began to rub us with both hands with quick, dainty motions.

I had had intercourse before, and lots of experience with foreplay, but at moment I had never experience a more sexy, carnal moment between two almost-strangers. I groaned and bit my lip; I was close. We were making so much pre-cum that Akira kept losing his grip. “I’m..I’m coming,” I hissed and with a moan, ejaculated onto my stomach. Akira came a moment later while sliding his cock against my own. It was then that he seemed to swim out of the fog, first staring incredulously at the mess on his hand before switching his gaze to me in surprise.

Before Akira could say anything to explain away what had just happened, the doorbell rang. His girlfriend was early.