Your name is John, you're a 23 years old college student and have broken up with your girlfriend just a few weeks ago. Since then you were constantly horny as most of the guys your age. Normally you wouldn't have trouble finding a girl to hook up with since you're actually quite good-looking: 6' tall, and while you're far away from looking like one of these pumped-up jocks, you hit the gym regularly which started to show already a while ago. Especially your chest and abs are what you're kinda proud off. However, for some reason you just hadn't had the chance to find much of a sexual release so you spend hours jerking off in the nights.

Your girlfriend moved out of the flat off-campus the two of you shared, and since you can't afford the rent alone for longer, you're now looking for a new roomie. You already had quite a few applicants around but none of them really were suited you think. Today you have three more people view your flat and you decided you need to pick one of them.

The first one was a guy named Dale. One year younger than you are and a little shorter. He's got striking blue eyes and starts showing off a bright smile once you opened the door. You immediately like him, he seems like a cool buddy to hang out with. After you answered a few questions about the flat you offer him a beer and the two of you start chatting about random bullshit like you already knew him for years. When he leaves you think he's the perfect candidate and want to offer him the room right away. However, you see the next applicant already waiting in front of the door and you don't wanna be rude, so you say goodbye to Dale and ask in the next one.

You never were particularly shy or had low self-esteem, but just looking at this guy made you feel somehow small and vulnerable. While he was a taller than you and also much more built, it wasn't really about his physical features. He kinda had an intimidating aura and when he introduced himself with "Hi, I'm Adam" you were a little puzzled and took a few seconds to find the right words before you stutteringly invited him inside. He didn't really talk much while he was inspecting the flat so you somehow thought it would be best to keep your own mouth shut too. When he started inspecting the individual rooms closer without waiting for your consent, you notice his large back and perfectly formed ass through his sweatpants - that guy must be doing a lot of sports. You started to think about how he could easily overpower you in a physical confrontation when he's about to open the door to your room. You start to panic when you remember the leftovers of your last jerk-off session, and all that comes out of your mouth is "wait...", when he already opened the door. You can see his eyes jumping to the small pile of Kleenex wipes you used as a cum rag. Without saying a word he turns around and looks directly in your eyes. Additionally to the embarrassment of him having found your cum rag, you become nervous from looking directly into his deep brown eyes. He decided he has seen enough and leaves shortly after.