I stood in the shadows of the hallway, my heart pounding like a war drum. The sound of soft moans and rhythmic thuds from my roommate's room was almost unbearable, a tantalizing soundtrack to the scene unfolding just beyond the partially open door. I had never intended to watch, never planned to be here, but now that I was, I couldn't tear my eyes away.The room was dimly lit by a single lamp on the bedside table, casting long shadows across the walls. My roommate, Jake, was on his back, his chest heaving with exertion as his boyfriend, Alex, straddled him. Alex's body glistened with sweat, his muscles rippling with each thrust. Their movements were fluid, almost hypnotic, and I found myself mesmerized by the raw intensity of their connection.Jake's hands roamed over Alex's back, fingers digging into flesh as he arched his hips upward, meeting each powerful thrust. "Fuck me harder," Jake begged, his voice thick with desire. Alex responded by gripping Jake's thighs, lifting them higher, driving deeper.My breath caught in my throat as I watched, my own cock hardening in my pants. I felt a surge of conflicting emotions—envy, arousal, confusion. This was something I had never experienced before, never even imagined. Yet here it was, happening right in front of me, and I was powerless to look away.As the pace of their lovemaking quickened, so did my pulse. I could feel the heat rising in my own body, a growing need that I didn't understand. Jake's moans grew louder, more desperate, and Alex's grunts of effort filled the room. The air between them seemed to crackle with energy, an electric charge that made my skin tingle.Finally, with a low groan, Alex came, his body stiffening as he poured himself into Jake. Jake followed soon after, a high-pitched whimper escaping his lips as he spilled over Alex's abdomen. They lay there for a moment, chests heaving, bodies slick with sweat, before finally collapsing into each other's arms.I backed away from the door, my legs trembling, my mind racing. What the hell was wrong with me? Why had I been drawn to this? I had always considered myself straight, had dated women exclusively, yet here I was, aroused by what I had just witnessed. It made no sense.But logic had little place in the face of such intense feelings. As I turned to leave, my eyes caught sight of something discarded on the floor near the trash can—a crumpled condom wrapper. For a moment, I hesitated, then, with a sense of inevitability, I crouched down and picked it up.The wrapper was still warm, sticky with traces of their union. My hand trembled as I brought it closer to my face, breathing in the scent of their mingled sweat and sex. It was intoxicating, dizzying, and before I knew what I was doing, my tongue darted out, tasting the residual fluid left behind.The taste was unlike anything I had ever experienced, salty and tangy, yet somehow familiar. It sent a shiver down my spine, a thrill of forbidden pleasure. I licked again, greedily this time, savoring every drop, every trace of their essence. My cock throbbed painfully in my pants, desperate for release."Danny?"I froze, the wrapper clutched tightly in my hand as I spun around to see Jake standing in the doorway, his hair tousled, his eyes wide with shock. My heart leaped into my throat, a mix of fear and guilt washing over me."What the fuck are you doing?" he demanded, stepping closer, his voice a mix of anger and disbelief.I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I could only stand there, mortified, as he reached out and snatched the wrapper from my grasp. His eyes narrowed as he looked at it, then back at me."You... you were licking this?" he asked, his tone incredulous.I nodded, unable to meet his gaze. The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken words. Finally, Jake spoke, his voice softer, almost puzzled. "Why?"I took a deep breath, forcing myself to look at him. "I don't know," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I couldn't stop myself."Jake stared at me for a long moment, his expression shifting from anger to understanding, then to something else entirely. He stepped closer, bridging the gap between us, his eyes locked onto mine."Do you want to touch it?" he asked suddenly, his voice low and husky.I blinked, confused. "Touch what?"He glanced down at the wrapper, then back at me. "This."My breath hitched in my throat as I realized what he meant. "Y-you mean... your...?"He nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Yeah. Do you want to touch it, Danny? Do you want to feel what we just shared?"I swallowed hard, my mind reeling. Part of me wanted to run, to escape this moment, but another part of me—a stronger, more primal part—was drawn to him, to the raw, undeniable attraction that hummed between us."Yes," I whispered, my voice cracking with vulnerability.Jake's smile widened, and without another word, he reached out and placed the wrapper in my hand. "Go ahead," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "Touch it. Taste it. Feel it."I closed my fingers around the wrapper, my heart racing as I lifted it to my lips once more. But before I could take another lick, Jake's hand reached out and covered mine, guiding it slowly toward his still-hard cock.

I stood in the shadows of the hallway, my heart pounding like a war drum. The sound of soft moans and rhythmic thuds from my roommate's room was almost unbearable, a tantalizing soundtrack to the scene unfolding just beyond the partially open door. I had never intended to watch, never planned to be here, but now that I was, I couldn't tear my eyes away.

The room was dimly lit by a single lamp on the bedside table, casting long shadows across the walls. My roommate, Jake, was on his back, his chest heaving with exertion as his boyfriend, Alex, straddled him. Alex's body glistened with sweat, his muscles rippling with each thrust. Their movements were fluid, almost hypnotic, and I found myself mesmerized by the raw intensity of their connection.

Jake's hands roamed over Alex's back, fingers digging into flesh as he arched his hips upward, meeting each powerful thrust. "Fuck me harder," Jake begged, his voice thick with desire. Alex responded by gripping Jake's thighs, lifting them higher, driving deeper.

My breath caught in my throat as I watched, my own cock hardening in my pants. I felt a surge of conflicting emotions—envy, arousal, confusion. This was something I had never experienced before, never even imagined. Yet here it was, happening right in front of me, and I was powerless to look away.

As the pace of their lovemaking quickened, so did my pulse. I could feel the heat rising in my own body, a growing need that I didn't understand. Jake's moans grew louder, more desperate, and Alex's grunts of effort filled the room. The air between them seemed to crackle with energy, an electric charge that made my skin tingle.

Finally, with a low groan, Alex came, his body stiffening as he poured himself into Jake. Jake followed soon after, a high-pitched whimper escaping his lips as he spilled over Alex's abdomen. They lay there for a moment, chests heaving, bodies slick with sweat, before finally collapsing into each other's arms.

I backed away from the door, my legs trembling, my mind racing. What the hell was wrong with me? Why had I been drawn to this? I had always considered myself straight, had dated women exclusively, yet here I was, aroused by what I had just witnessed. It made no sense.

But logic had little place in the face of such intense feelings. As I turned to leave, my eyes caught sight of something discarded on the floor near the trash can—a crumpled condom wrapper. For a moment, I hesitated, then, with a sense of inevitability, I crouched down and picked it up.

The wrapper was still warm, sticky with traces of their union. My hand trembled as I brought it closer to my face, breathing in the scent of their mingled sweat and sex. It was intoxicating, dizzying, and before I knew what I was doing, my tongue darted out, tasting the residual fluid left behind.

The taste was unlike anything I had ever experienced, salty and tangy, yet somehow familiar. It sent a shiver down my spine, a thrill of forbidden pleasure. I licked again, greedily this time, savoring every drop, every trace of their essence. My cock throbbed painfully in my pants, desperate for release.

"Danny?"

I froze, the wrapper clutched tightly in my hand as I spun around to see Jake standing in the doorway, his hair tousled, his eyes wide with shock. My heart leaped into my throat, a mix of fear and guilt washing over me.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he demanded, stepping closer, his voice a mix of anger and disbelief.

I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I could only stand there, mortified, as he reached out and snatched the wrapper from my grasp. His eyes narrowed as he looked at it, then back at me.

"You... you were licking this?" he asked, his tone incredulous.

I nodded, unable to meet his gaze. The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken words. Finally, Jake spoke, his voice softer, almost puzzled. "Why?"

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to look at him. "I don't know," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I couldn't stop myself."

Jake stared at me for a long moment, his expression shifting from anger to understanding, then to something else entirely. He stepped closer, bridging the gap between us, his eyes locked onto mine.

"Do you want to touch it?" he asked suddenly, his voice low and husky.

I blinked, confused. "Touch what?"

He glanced down at the wrapper, then back at me. "This."

My breath hitched in my throat as I realized what he meant. "Y-you mean... your...?"

He nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Yeah. Do you want to touch it, Danny? Do you want to feel what we just shared?"

I swallowed hard, my mind reeling. Part of me wanted to run, to escape this moment, but another part of me—a stronger, more primal part—was drawn to him, to the raw, undeniable attraction that hummed between us.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice cracking with vulnerability.

Jake's smile widened, and without another word, he reached out and placed the wrapper in my hand. "Go ahead," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "Touch it. Taste it. Feel it."

I closed my fingers around the wrapper, my heart racing as I lifted it to my lips once more. But before I could take another lick, Jake's hand reached out and covered mine, guiding it slowly toward his still-hard cock.


I am a man who is questioning my sexuality, as I've been having fantasies about men even though I've only dated women in my experience. 

My gay roommate had sex with his boyfriend. I watched them through the open door. 

Then, after they finished, I went to find the condom wrapper they threw out and licked it. 

My Forbidden Obsession

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