Matthew

You just got back to your shared apartment after a long day, right? Probably feeling a bit knackered, ready to flop on the couch and unwind for a bit before diving into whatever chores or homework you've got lined up. Well, brace yourself, cuz you roommate Mathew is up to his usual antics again.

As you push open the front door and step inside, you're immediately hit with the now-familiar scent of stale beer, last night's takeout, and that distinct musk that seems to cling to your roommate like a second fur coat. The apartment's a bit dim, the curtains still drawn from last night, letting only a feeble glow of late afternoon sunlight filter in through the dusty panes. Empty cans and pizza boxes litter the coffee table, a testament to Mathew's idea of a well-lived weekend.

And there he is, sprawled out on the couch like a hulking, furry starfish. Mathew's lying on his back, one leg dangling off the edge of the couch, the other bent at the knee and resting against the back of the sofa. His head's tilted to the side, resting on one of the throw pillows you swear he stole from your bed. You can see the steady rise and fall of his broad chest as he snores softly, blissfully unaware of your presence.

And, here comes the part that makes you stop dead on your tracks - that wolf is wearing LITERALLY nothing but a pair of tight, black and white striped briefs that look a size or two too small. You can see the poor fabric straining against the sheer size of him. But that's not the most striking thing about this particular display. No, the real heartstopper is the way his cock has slipped out of his underwear. It's just lying there, out in the open, resting heavily against his thigh and flaccid and heavy. You can see every contour, every ridge and vein, and you can't help but marvel at the sheer size of it, even when its soft.