Everyday I would hear this knocking from under my room usually at night but sometimes in the morning. I told my roommates and they said it's probably the water heater or something. Now I knew the kid in the only room that mine is above. Its the only room that I can hear through my walls. I knew he was single and my first thought was it was a bed hitting the wall while people were having a little fun. Only thing is, he doesn't hook up with anyone and trust me I know him very well. So about a month-and-a-half went on and I kept hearing it but it wasn't consistent at the same time everyday. And one day I heard it so I came downstairs and it stopped for a minute but then it kept going and I heard my roommate moaning into a pillow as loud as he could. The walls are thick here so nobody could hear it unless you were right up against his door. Now we are platonic friends. I mean we are like Bros. We get drunk and jokingly do some stuff but we haven't like fucked or anything. But for some reason this peaked my interest, as if it was familiar. So I sat there and listened for a minute and then I heard the clanking of jars and what sounded like when somebody pulls a tissue out of a box really fast but it took longer. So I kept going downstairs when I heard the noise and sure enough it is him jacking off in his room below me.

This is where it gets kind of creepy but I think everyone does a creepy thing or two in life and just doesn't tell anybody. So I went into his room one day when he wasn't in town and searched around to see if he had any secrets: Dildos, sex toys, anything really. And eventually I got into his closet where he had a bunch of milk crates with books and them. I knew he liked to read so I went in there the first time and didn't really find anything and the crates of books seem normal. But the second time I went in there into his room and into his closet I looked inside of the crates and the only crate that was filled with books was the top one. In the one under it however, books were just pressed to the sides of the crate as to cover the holes and make it look like it was filled with books but inside a thin barrier of books was concealed some mason jars. About 16 would fit and every crate and there were about 10 crates in this big closet space. They were filled with this white stuff which I thought was butter or lotion or something until I realized he's been collecting his cum since he left High School.

You know that feeling you get when you're already pretty horny but then you see something or think of something that would feel so good or be so hot and your heart kind of skips a beat and you get that adrenaline rush that you sometimes get when you're startled. My heart started to pump faster and go into my neck and I realize that my roommate was just as fucked up as I was. I don't know why he did this and I don't care but I put the crate back on the jars after I took a crate and prayed that he wouldn't notice.

It's been about 3 months and he still hasn't noticed or he's too scared to ask if anyone's been in his closet because then that means they know his secret. My plan was just to tell him if he ever asked for some reason I felt he'd understand we should just move on now that we both know each others secrets. Though telling him what I did would be hard...

What was inside the jars was this thick creamy sticky goo that was considerably stickier than cum so I reckon he dried it just enough to evaporate the excess water. It smelled like him. Like his sweat when he walks by after a run. I had one idea. I tried out using it as lube and it worked amazingly. It was just think enough to be a whole different experience than jacking off dry but not thick enough to hurt if I wanted to Jack real fast. But the feeling of it around my cock was insatiable. I wanted more of that feeling and so my hands kept grabbing handfuls of the stuff and just slapping it on my cock and before I knew it I was laddering my whole chest in it. Building up a layer after layer after it quickly sets but does not dry. Eventually it look like a whole different body. It was about a inch and a half to 2 inch layer of this stuff up and down my whole body.

I got naked and let that stuff encase every pour I have. It was like slime and clung to me. It entered my head that I might not be able to get this out of my hair or off of me if it gets any more dry but that fear was quickly consumed by my mind turning to mush and me turning into an animal. The world fell away and all I could taste and smell was my little cute ass roommate. I was surrounded in him. It was soaking in and I felt like I was part of him. In the mirror all I saw was a human shaped glob, almost like a shiny lumpy white morphsuit. My hair was invisible: my eyebrows, my beard, couldn't see anything. My skin was gone and all that remained was bubbly rippled thick goo. Every crevice was clogged with it and every hole was filled. I could taste his sweaty pubes in my mouth and I could feel his body being married with mine and I couldn't stop it. It was a spiritual experience. Like our souls are tied together now.

Mind you, I have no idea why I did this. It was just a primal urge like an instinct. It felt like when you just know somebody is staring at you and you can't get rid of the feeling, well I couldn't get rid of this urge. I felt like a werewolf on the full moon and I am terrified that he knows that this happens. As if he doesn't have some super power but just some super pheromone or something like that that hijacks the body. I made a mistake because all I remember was being stuck in my room not being able to get to the shower because my room is beyond his in reference to the shower and he was and his room with the door open. All I remember is trying to sneak to the shower fighting this unbearable urge to do something that I haven't really felt the need to do before. Honestly, I can't believe I'm saying this but, I wanted to suck his cock. I wanted to rub his body and hear him moan like all my fuck bud girlfriends because I'm making him feel so good. All I remember is sneaking up to his bedroom and peering around the door jamb as slow as I could to see if I could see him without him seeing me. He wasn't in his bed so I thought I was good but he was standing by his TV as if he knew something as I froze mid step. We made eye contact and the boy goo was still clinging to me.

That's all I remember. I don't know what happened after that and my earliest memory after that is going upstairs and changing my clothes after what I assumed was a shower because I dropped a towel around my waist to get naked to get dressed again. The clothes that I was wearing before I got naked and covered myself in him, were folded on my bed. I still don't know why I would fold my clothes before I took a shower, get my towel, get new clothes, and go downstairs to the bathroom. Furthermore, I didn't have my towel when I made eye contact with him going to my bedroom and I don't keep my towel in the bathroom. I'm starting to think I started to have these curiosities, as a straight man, about my roommate because secretly he's been doing this to me for a while but I always blackout, as if it's some sort of drug. That would explain why everything goes black in my memory when we made eye contact before the shower. So now I'm afraid that he's been doing this to me the whole time we've known each other. He's been lathering me head to toe in those jars that he stores in his closet from time to time and he's been ringing out his cumrag t-shirts on me only to lure my naked slimy body into his room and fuck away until the sun comes up. I think the scary part is I kind of want to call the cops but at the same time I kind of want to keep letting him do this. I don't know if it's genuinely me that wants to see how far this goes or if it's him inside of me turning at me into a toy so to speak.

This is humiliating.