Hanging out.

My flatmate Grace was a party girl, through and through. Different guy every Friday night without fail, I actually commended her for it, a young straight girl, going after what she wanted with no strings attached.
It was Saturday morning and I was feeling a little hungover at the breakfast island slowly sipping my coffee when I heard her bedroom door open upstairs, the footsteps fell heavily on the staircase so I already assumed it was a suitor and not Grace. I tried to look busy, not to startle whoever his was when he came in.
“Oh morning“, a gruff sleepy voice bellowed, causing me to look up. There was a six foot stranger in the kitchen in just a pair of blue checkered cotton boxers now with me, dark hair with a thick full nearly black beard and dark brown eyes under his bushy brows. Definitely an ex rugby type, Grace loved those, built like a house with broad shoulders, huge chest and a bit of a belly, every inch covered in hair. “Sorry mate, where are the glasses? Desperate for a glass of water!“, he asked me. I smiled and pointed to the cupboard above the sink. He half smiled back rubbing his left eye, half asleep “cheers”.
He fumbled across the kitchen sloppily, clearly suffering from the night before too, concentrating a little too hard to open the cupboard. As he reached his big arm up to reach a glass on the top shelf I noticed the welcome mat above his arse crack poking out the top of his boxer shorts, I couldn’t help but stare. He continued to slump over to the sink and run the cold tap until it was cold enough to drink and filled his glass. He turned around and lent back on the counter with his left arm as he gulped down the drink. That’s when my eyes dropped to his boxers, I hadn’t noticed earlier but one leg of his loose cotton shorts had ridden up, maybe when he reached for the glass, but at this very moment, his chubby soft dick was hanging out the bottom, at least I think it was soft, it was the morning so maybe morning glory? Or maybe he’d just finished upstairs with grace for round two and it still hadn’t gone down. It was magnificent, I could see a tuft of  black pubes at the base of the shaft and some ropey veins running down to the head that was just slightly poking out of under his foreskin.
“So how long have you lived with Grace?”, he asked, snapping my attention back to his face. “We went to school together, then secondary, then college..”, the whole time my eyes darting from his dick to his eyes, “Then it just seemed natural to just live together“, I finished ensuring I was making eye contact. He looked at me puzzled for what felt like 5 minutes, then he must have traced my eyes, he looked down at his crotch, seeing his full length hanging out of his boxer leg. I froze in shock, wondering how embarrassed or angry he would turn. He gave a cheeky smile, reached down and pulled his foreskin right back, he’d hiked his boxer leg right up now to release a pair of huge hairy nuts and the full length of his dick, still semi soft. He looked up and stared me straight in the eyes and gave me a wink, finished his glass of water and flopped his dick back into his boxers. He walked back to the kitchen door, turned around and with a confident grin said “Enjoy the rest of your weekend mate”.