Becoming a Masseuse

My name's Chet.  I'm 20 years old and back living at home with my parents.  How'd I get here?  Well, I fucked everything up.  I graduated high school six months ago top of my class and with a sports scholarship to join the men's heavyweight crew team at a prestigious college in New England.  Physically, I was the top of my game after working my ass off all summer, knowing that I was the only freshman getting a spot on the top boat filled with seniors, two of which had just come back from the Olympics.  Apart from rowing, I was set for classes to eventually become a sports physical therapist.

Things started off great. Coach, and the rest of the team, were impressed with my performance right out of the gate, so I was fortunately living up to their expectations.  That got me some credit with the older guys, and they started inviting me to hang out.  I hadn't yet told any of the guys on the team that I'm bi.  I wanted to feel them out before telling anyone, not sure how they'd react.  All the guys on my high school team knew, and didn't give a shit.  They would just joke around that I was so horny I'd fuck any hole that was put in front of me.

Most of the rowers were in the same fraternity on campus, which was filled with other jocks from the hockey, lacrosse and water polo teams.  And these guys partied hard.  I didn't drink or party much in high school, so this scene was new to me. Wanting to impress these guys, I would drink as much, if not more, than them.  And that's when it all started going down hill.

Just about every weekend, I'd wake up on some couch or the floor in the frat house hung over as hell after having puked my guts out the night before.  My splits started declining and Coach quickly noticed, chewing me out when I couldn't keep up with the other guys.  Then I started showing up late to practice, still smelling of beer and sweat.  That did not go over well with Coach, and he kicked me down to the second ranked boat.  I was pretty pissed.

Then came Homecoming.  There was a huge party on Saturday night at the frat house, and everyone got completely shitfaced.  A couple of the seniors wanted to mess with me, so they said it was every frosh's initiation to streak the quad on Homecoming weekend.  I was already gone at that point, so I obliged, and walked with three of the guys over to the quad. While we were walking over, one of them gave me a pill, joking that it would give me the courage to stroll across the quad.  I obliged again and swallowed it.  I would later learn that it was ecstasy.  When we got there, I stripped and handed my clothes to the guys, who said they'd meet me on the other side.  

It gets fuzzy at this point, and I only later learned what happened when I woke up in a jail cell the next morning.  I apparently did walk across the quad naked, and my so called buddies ran off with my clothes and phone.  When I got to the other side, two campus security officers rounded the corner, and I took off running.  It sounds like I outran the overweight security guards, and hid in the bushes for an hour before re-emerging.  Confused, lost and cold, I apparently started trying to open the doors of the townhouses right on the edge of campus.  One ended up being open, and in my drunk and drugged out state, I walked up the stairs and collapsed on a bed in the first bedroom I could find.

Turns out the house I broke into was the Dean's house.  His wife found me face down, ass up, in their guest bedroom, screamed and called the cops.  Which is how I ended up in the jail cell.  The only way this could have been worse is if I'd crawled into bed with her and the Dean.

Within a few days, I was kicked off of the crew team, losing my scholarship.  I was also suspended from the college for a year, but seeing as how I'd never earn back my scholarship, and my parents couldn't afford the tuition, I would never be coming back.  Fortunately, the Dean and the college didn't press charges since I was leaving.  That way, I wouldn't have that on my record.

So I moved back to my parents' house, ashamed at what I'd thrown away.  I couldn't look my parents in the eye, so I stayed in my room all day.  At night, I'd sneak out through my window and go drown my sorrows at the dive bar about a mile away.  One night, as I was coming back and sneaking around to the back of the house to crawl back into my room, I realized the window was locked.  I went back around to the front door, and quietly opened it, thinking I was being slick and quiet.  Only, my parents were sitting in the living room waiting for me.

"Son, this ends tonight.  Starting tomorrow, you're gonna get your shit together," my dad said sternly, as he walked me to my bed.  I tried to bend down to pull my shoes off, and fell over onto the floor I was so drunk.  "Jesus Christ, look at you," he mumbled as he sat me on the bed and pulled my shoes off and helped pull my jeans off before swinging my legs around into bed.

The next morning, my dad was waiting for me in the kitchen with a large pot of coffee.  We had a good father/son chat, and he told me that he'd made me an appointment with a therapist in an hour, so I needed to go shower off and get dressed.

I started therapy, as well as going to AA meetings almost every day.  That's when I started to get back on track.  I finally came to accept the consequences of my behavior, and stopped getting sloshed every night.  When I was still in high school, my dad had set the garage up as a gym for me, including some weights and an erg.  Fortunately, he hadn't yet changed anything, allowing me to start working out again.

A couple weeks later, my dad came into my room and sat on the bed.  "Son, I'm proud of the progress you've made so far.  But we need to talk about your future.  If you're going to stay here, which your mom and I are ok with, you're gonna need to get a job and pay rent.  You're twenty years old, so you need to start acting like a man and not expect us to pay for everything like you're a teenage brat."

The tough love from my dad took me a little off guard, but I got where he was coming from.  "Ok, dad.  I understand.  Thank you for letting me come home, and I'm sorry that I embarrassed you with all this."

He gave me a hug, and then left the room.  I walked over to my computer and started looking for open positions.  I tried to find something related to sports that I'd be interested in.  Soon, an ad popped up for a four week course to become a licensed massage therapist.  I checked it out and was surprised that I could make as much as $100 an hour after completing the course and passing the test.  And it said that graduates either went to work at a local gym or spa, or worked their own hours from home.

I raised it with my parents at dinner, and they both agreed it was a good idea given my sports background and the expected pay.  So I enrolled into the next session that started the following week.  My parents agreed to lend me the money for the tuition, and I'd pay them back as soon as I got a job at a spa or got clients of my own.

I showed up early for the first day of class.  There were only about twenty of us in the class, so we all introduced ourselves.  There was another guy about my age, Brent, who had recently graduated from another high school in town, so we quickly started chatting and sat next to each other in the back row.  He said he had played soccer in high school.  Maybe it was the baggy clothing he wore, but he didn't strike me as a varsity athlete.  Turns out he got a girl pregnant end of his senior year of high school and, though he's not with the mom, he needed to put his college plans on hold to start making money for child support.  

Something about Brent made me feel completely comfortable around him.  So, a couple days later during our lunch break, I told him all about my failed college experience, getting arrested, everything.  He didn't judge me at all.  He just listened intently, and at the end, was positive and supportive about my efforts to get my life back together.  I guess bonding over abrupt changes to our life plans led us to start becoming pretty close friends.  Since all my other high school friends had left the city for college, I could use a buddy here.

Massage school was actually pretty intense. There were six hours of classes a day, and we had tests every Wednesday and Friday.  The first Thursday after class, Brent asked if I wanted to study together after class.

"Sure, man.  I was gonna work out first, but I can do that later," I responded, as we walked out of the classroom.

"What gym you go to?" he asked.

"The very exclusive gym in my parents' garage," I joked.

"Ah, very nice.  Do they sell day passes?" he joked back.  "Whatdya say, we hit your gym for a bit, then study a little, and then we can grab a bite?"

Realizing he was serious, I replied, "Um, sure, man.  If you don't mind meeting my parents on the way in."

"Don't worry, I'm a whiz with parents," he said, giving me a wink. 

We hopped in my car, well, my parents' car they let me drive, and headed to my house.  As we walked in the door, I announced our arrival to my parents, who were in the kitchen.

"Mom, Dad, this is Brent.  He's in school with me, so we were gonna take a break and work out a bit in the garage, then study for our test tomorrow, cool?"

"Nice to meet you, Brent.  Will you be staying for dinner?" my mom asked.

"No, ma'am, but thank you for offering.  I think we're gonna keep studying over dinner.  Don't want to get a bad grade on our second test!" he said, giving a big smile to my mom.  He was right, he was good with parents...

I nodded for him to follow me down the hall to my room and shut the door.  "They're nosy, but they took me in after all the shit I did, so I can't complain," I said, tossing my bag on the bed.

"They seem sweet.  Hey, I forgot to ask.  You mind if I borrow some clothes to work out in?  This sweater and jeans aren't exactly my usual workout gear," he said.

"Of course, buddy," I said as I turned to grab a tank top and some shorts for him to wear.  I turned back around and froze.  Brent had pulled off his baggy sweatshirt and tossed it on the bed.  I was shocked at how jacked he was.  His massive chest had a light coating of dark hair surrounding two firm pierced nipples.  A tribal tattoo ran down his left side, curving around to meet his well defined obliques that disappeared under the waistband of his jeans.  His shoulder and biceps were equally massive, with another tattoo running down his right forearm.

"Jesus, man!" the words involuntarily came out of my mouth.

"What?  You want me to change in the other room or something?" he said, as he undid his jeans and dropped them to the ground.  He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his uncut cock, that had to be at least seven inches soft, hung over his smooth shaved balls.  He had the typical soccer star legs, massive quads and calves, also dusted with dark hair.  Fuck, this guy has been hiding his body under those clothes this whole time.

"Nah, man.  Sorry, I just, um, didn't expect you to be so jacked," I said, tossing him the tank top and shorts, taking another peek at his junk.

"Haha, yeah, I used to wear tight clothes and show off all the time, and all that got me was a baby," he laughed.  "Say, do you have anything I can wear under these shorts?" he asked, motioning down to his bare cock.

"I got ya, man," I said, turning and pulling out a pair of white compression shorts from my drawer and tossing over to him.

"Thanks, bro," he said, pulling them up, the fabric straining against his massive thighs and his big muscular ass.  He tucked his cock in to the left before bending over to pull the shorts up, giving me a good view of his firm round ass.

I pulled my own shirt and pants off, standing in my boxer briefs as I grabbed my own tank top and shorts from my drawer.

"You're pretty ripped there yourself, buddy," Brent said, eyeing me as I turned to face him.  

"Yeah, all this work to get a scholarship and then I fucked it all up in one night," I said, looking down at my own body, not quite back in perfect shape, but still pretty damn good.  I dropped my underwear and stepped into a jock strap before pulling on some tight fitting shorts and a tank top.  "Shall we?" I said, before we headed out to the garage.  I couldn't help but stare at his muscular upper body, and his legs, as we walked down the hall.

I turned on some music in the garage and flipped on the large fan to give some circulation.  It was too cold out to open the garage door.  

"So, I assume you can't handle the erg, so you wanna warm up on the treadmill?" I said, poking him a bit.

"Haha, I see you're just as cocky as all the other rowers I know," he shot back.  "Yeah, I'll take the treadmill," he said as he pulled his tank top off and tossed it on the floor before he got on the treadmill. After pushing a few buttons, he was in a light jog.  He shot me a smile as I looked over at him while I strapped my feet into the concept2 erg and started pulling on the chain.

As I continued through my warm up set, I would occasionally glance over at Brent, who had increased his speed to a steady run, already building up a sweat, as his pecs bounced each time one of his legs pressed against the conveyor belt.  Fuck, why did my first new friend have to end up being so damn hot.  It also didn't help that I hadn't been with anyone since coming back home, so I was a bit pent up.  I turned back to focus on my rowing to avoid popping a woody in my tight shorts.

After finishing my 2k on the erg, I got up, bending over to stretch.  Brent pushed a few buttons on the treadmill and slowed to a brisk walk.  I tossed him a hand towel, which he used to wipe off his face, his dark damp hair falling down across his eyes before he swept it aside.  He didn't bother with the sweat dripping down his muscular torso.  I really needed to stop gawking.

We then did some HIIT exercise sets, burpees, squat jumps, mountain climbers, pushups, and others.  I think we were both trying to impress each other, so it turned out to be a pretty intense workout.  After the first set, I was already drenched, so I pulled off my tank, as we both tried to catch our breath and chug some cold water.

"So, you got a girl here?" Brent asked me.

"Nah, been focused more on myself lately, which has meant that I'm the one taking care of myself, lol," I joked, making a jack off motion with my hand.  Brent laughed before taking another swig of water. 

I paused for a minute.  "But, hey, man.  Just to be upfront, I'm actually bi," I said, looking up at his face to gauge his reaction.

"That's cool, bro," he said nonchalantly, unfazed.  Then, he smiled and joked, "I thought I saw you checking me out earlier."

"What? No, man!  I wasn't..." 

"Haha, dude, chill out.  I'm just fucking with you," he said throwing his sweaty towel over at me an hitting me in the face.  "But now that you got all defensive, maybe you were."

"Fuck off," I shot back, hitting him lightly on his chest, joking. "So, we're all good?"

"Yeah, buddy.  Don't sweat it.  My little brother's friend is gay, and he gives the best head."

"Wait, what??"

"Yeah, the kid was obsessed with me, and I was in a dry spell so I let him blow me, and still to this day the best head I've ever gotten.  He still lives here, a senior at my old high school, if you ever wanna try him out.  Or I guess you may wanna suck him off, I don't know."

"Wow, I, uh, I didn't expect that, man."

"Bro.  I'm a horny jock with a big dick that most chicks can't get halfway down with their mouth. And it's kinda hard to get a steady girl once I tell them I just fathered a baby and don't go to college.   So, this guy will blow me whenever I want, I just kick back and watch porn while he goes to town.  Win/win for each of us," he said matter of factly.

"Hmm, I guess when you put it that way, kinda makes sense."

"We better get on to our next set.  It doesn't take much to make my dick wake up, so I gotta stop thinking about getting head," he joked.

We continued with our workout, pushing each other harder with each set, but I couldn't help but continue to think about Brent getting his dick sucked by this high school kid, and how he talked so casually about it. But the brutal workout snapped me back into focus.

After our final set, we were both bent over, our hands resting on our knees as we struggled to catch our breath and bring our heart rate down, sweat pouring off of our bodies.

"Fuck, that was a good workout, man.  Guess I forgot the benefit of a workout buddy," I said through my intermittent chest heaves.

"Yeah, I know.  We forget how much motivation having teammates or a coach pushing us, right?"  Brent replied, looking over at me.  "I'd be down for joining this fancy gym, if they have any memberships left," he laughed.

I was glad he was suggesting we keep workout out together.  Apart from him being hot as fuck, I actually really enjoyed being around another jock that pushed me to work out harder.  I missed that from my team back at college.

"I know the owner, so I'm pretty sure we can make that happen," I replied.  "So, shall we head back to the locker room?"  We headed back into the house and into my bedroom.

"Damn, I'm drenched.  Mind if I rinse off?" Brent asked, already pulling down his shorts and compression shorts, giving me another view of his gorgeous dick.

"Sure, go ahead," I said, motioning toward my bathroom.  He strolled in, walking a bit bow-legged, given the big piece of meat having between his legs, his beefy smooth muscular ass bouncing with each step.  He didn't shut the door before he turned on the shower and stepped in.

I reached down to grab the shorts and underwear he'd borrowed, and I picked them up, feeling his sweat soaked through the fabric.  I pulled them up to my face and inhaled his strong musk and sweat.  I immediately got hard.

"Bro!  Hey, can you hand me a towel?" I heard Brent yell from the bathroom.  I tossed his shorts on my bed and walked into the bathroom to grab a clean towel from one of the drawers.  I turned around and got a perfect view of his naked body through the clear glass shower door as he leaned his head back into the shower stream, running his hands across his face as the water and last remnants of soap suds glided down his body, diverted with each of his well defined muscles.  

"Dude, you checking me out again?" he joked through the glass, bending down to turn the water off before sliding the door open.

"Oh get over yourself.  It's not that impressive," I joked.  Of course I was lying. He looked like an underwear model.

He stepped out and smirked, taking the towel from my hand and slowly drying himself off in front of me. 

"You gonna hop in?" he asked, now toweling off his groin.  I struggled not to stare down, and I hadn't completely lost my boner from sniffing his underwear.

I nodded, turning to pull down my shorts and jock before stepping into the shower, trying not to make my semi-erect dick so obvious.

I slid the door shut and turned on the water, realizing that Brent was still in the bathroom.  After he finished drying off, I watched as he tossed the towel onto the floor and then turned toward the mirror, making himself at home as he grabbed my deodorant and put some of my lotion on his face.  I couldn't take my eyes off his ass as I lathered up my body.

I then looked up and caught his gaze in the mirror.  He had a grin on his face.

"Bro, come on.  You're practically drooling staring at my ass," he said, turning around to face me.  "You're note even trying to be coy about it."

I guess I was being too obvious, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't tell if he was mad, or what though.

"You know it's gonna happen eventually, so why don't you go ahead and come get a taste of this dick.  I've been horned ever since we started talking about that dude sucking my dick anyways," he said, grabbing his cock with his hand and shaking it as it started to get hard.  Fuck, I can't believe he's making a move like this.

Not wanting to miss my chance, I turned the shower off and opened the door, stepping out toward him, my dick already rock hard.  He leaned back against the sink, his arms flexing as they propped up his upper body, showing off his hairy chest and abs.  

He shook his waist, causing his dick to swing out in front of him, slapping back and forth against his thick soccer player thighs, teasing me.  "Well, come get it, then," he said with a cocky grin, knowing that I wanted that cock.

I dropped to my knees in front of him, my face eye to eye with his monster cock, now fully erect.  I looked up at him, making eye contact as he nodded for me to go for it.  I leaned forward, until my tongue made contact with the smooth skin of his throbbing head.  

"Fuck yeah, buddy.  Go to town on my cock.  I know you want to," Brent encouraged me from above.

I wrapped my lips firmly around his mushroom head, pulling back his foreskin, already tasting his salty pre cum as his dick throbbed when I pulled it into my mouth.  

It sent shockwaves down my entire body.  I didn't realize how much I had missed having a cock in my mouth.  Taking more of his shaft into my throat, his hips started thrusting slightly forward.  I put my hands up on his hips, my fingers wrapping around to the top of his ass cheeks, pulling him toward me as I bobbed down on his cock.

"Yeah, that's it, buddy," he said, putting his hand on the back of my head, pulling me onto his dick, now sliding back into my throat.  I gagged a little at first, being out of practice, but I kept going, not wanting him to pull out.  He started to get into it, thrusting into my mouth, moaning louder and louder.  I moved my hands up to his chest, feeling his firm pecs, and running my fingers over his nipples.

"Oh, fuck, yeah!" he said loudly, still looking down at me with his piercing eyes while he fucked my mouth.  I could feel his muscles flexing as he got more and more into it.

I then felt the first wave of cum shooting into the back of my throat as he moaned loudly, pulling my head onto his dick.  "Fuuuuucccckkkkkkk!" he yelled out, continuing to thrust in and out of my mouth, his warm salty load filling my mouth, some of it oozing out of the sides of my lips.  I struggled to swallow again after each additional spurt filled my mouth.  I don't know if it was the drought I'd been in, or just him, but his cum tasted so good that I wanted to stay on his dick longer so I could savor the taste.

I stayed on his cock until it finally started to soften a bit.  I stood up, looking at Brent eye to eye, wiping his cum from my lips, smiling at him.

"Wanna go grab some food?" he said casually, walking into the bedroom to start putting on his clothes like nothing had happened. 

I followed him into the room, still hard myself.  "Everything cool, man?" I asked, worried this was going to change something, which I hoped it wouldn't, now that I had found a new friend that I liked hanging out with.

"Yeah, bro," he said, pulling up his jeans, tucking his bare cock in before zipping up.  "Why, what's up?"  I tried not to stare too long at his amazing upper body.  Fuck, this guy was smokin hot.

"Um, just wanna make sure you're cool, after, um, that," I said motioning back to the bathroom.

"Oh, yeah, sure, man.  That was fun, and seemed like you liked it too."  Then he looked over at me, trying to read my face.  "But, you're not, like, wanting to date me now, are you?"

"Nah, man.  No way.  You're just my first friend in a while, so didn't want that to make things weird between us."  

"I'm good if you are, buddy.  But, seriously, I'm super hungry after that work out.  Let's go get some food," he said pulling on his shirt.  

We headed out and went down the street to grab some food, and it was back to normal, chatting about class, the next quiz, our workout.  Every time I reimagined the taste of his cum in my head, I started to get hard again. Oh well, I guess this was a one time thing.  At least it didn't seem to be impacting our friendship.

We returned to our normal routine with classes, and about four times a week, Brent would come home with me to work out in my garage.  I enjoyed the routine, and his friendship.  Even though we ended up spending about 15 hours a day together, we got along great.  He definitely pushed me hard during our workouts, and I did the same for him.  We both started noticing results in each other, as we always worked out shirtless.  Despite that, he hadn't opened the door to me sucking his cock again, so I just left it.  Although most days, I jacked off sniffing his sweaty underwear that he'd frequently leave on the floor of my bedroom.  

About a week later, as I was walking out of my house to head to class, I received a text from Brent that just said, "Hey man.  Need to talk".  I racked my brain about what it could be, someone worried it was something related to me blowing him before.

He was already in his seat when I got into the classroom, and I leaned over after I plopped down in my seat.  "Hey, man.  Got your text.  What's up?"

"After class, man," was all he said, staring straight up to the instructor.  I started to get nervous and couldn't focus the entire class.

After class, as we were packing up, I turned to him.  "Dude, what's going on?" starting to get annoyed he wasn't saying anything.

"I've got a surprise for you," he said, smiling.  "Come with me."

Relieved it didn't seem serious, but still curious, I followed him to his car and got in the passenger seat.  "Where are we going?" I asked.  He just grinned and pulled out of the parking lot, heading to the edge of town.

We eventually pulled up to an apartment complex, and after he parked and turned the car off, he turned to me.  "Chet, do you want to move in with me?"

"What?"

He chuckled.  "I'm asking you if you want to be roommates."

"Oh, haha." I responded, looking around at the complex, knowing this isn't where he lived.

"Come on, I want you to look at this place.  I think it's perfect for us...and our new business," he said, looking excited.  He was actually pretty cute when he got like this.  I just wasn't sure I was in a position to be moving into an apartment and paying actual rent to a landlord, who would be less flexible than my parents.  But I figured I'd see what he had in mind.

I followed him up the stairs of one of the apartment buildings, and he punched a code into the door at the top of the second flight of stairs.  He swung the door open for me to walk into a pretty nice, seemingly recently renovated two bedroom apartment.  The main living area had an open kitchen with bar seating, and a small balcony.

Brent led me to the first bedroom on the left.  He was obviously excited, almost giddy.  "So!  This would be our studio, with the massage table here in the middle for our clients," his arms waiving around, pointing to where everything would go.

I was still in a bit of shock and hadn't managed to say anything.  We walked in, and it wasn't huge.  "Ok, come on," he said, motioning for me to follow him back out into the living area and across to the other bedroom. There was an attached single bathroom and shower that also had an entrance from the living room.

"So, this would be our bedroom," he said, looking around, his hands on his hips, pleased with himself at this find.

"OUR bedroom?  You mean, like us both sleeping in this room?" I asked.  I had a roommate for my short stent at college, and it wasn't the best situation after having had my own room my whole life.

"Bro.  I know it's not ideal, but we can't have massage clients coming into one of our bedrooms, and, clearly, we're both kinda poor right now, so we gotta make due.  I think we're compatible enough to be roomies, man?  What do you say?"  I had to look away from his puppy dog eyes.  "I've been doing the math, and we could both work out of the studio, and we could even charge more for a four-hand massage from both of us.  It wouldn't take much for us to break even on the rent, split between both of us, and then the rest is profits.  Then maybe we could build up to a bigger place where we'd have our own room."

I paused, looking around the room, comparing in my head the idea of continuing to live with my parents, versus living with Brent, who was one of the few friends I had left and who seemed to be genuinely into getting a business up and running.

"Come on, man, you can't say no to this!" he said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and patting me on the chest, smiling at me.

"Alright, what the hell.  It's certainly better than my current living situation, although that's a pretty low bar.  But, man, I don't have any furniture, and I don't know if my parents will front me any more cash."

"Don't worry, I've got all the furniture we need.  We just need to get a good sturdy massage table for the other room."

"Ok, I'm in."

"Fuck yeah!!" he exclaimed.

I made a quick call to my dad, who was more enthusiastic about it than I initially was.  He seemed to think that Brent was a good influence on me, and was hoping his business focus would wear off on me. We went over to the leasing office and completed our applications and Brent put down the deposit.

Two days later, on Saturday, as I was starting to separate the things I would move over to our new apartment, Brent texted me that he'd picked up the keys and the movers had just dropped off all the furniture.  I told him I'd be over in a couple hours with a load of my stuff.  Walking out of my room, I realized how excited I was to move out and get going on the next phase of my life.  

I arrived at the door of our new apartment, a large box of stuff in my hands, so I tapped the door with my foot.  Brent swung the door open, grinning ear to ear.  "Welcome, roomie!!"

He grabbed the box from my hand and led me into the living room, where some basic furniture was already arranged, a couch, coffee table and TV stand, and other boxes lined against the wall, where he placed mine.  He grabbed two bottles from the fridge, handed me my non-alcoholic beer, and we toasted to the first day in our new place.

After we finished our beers, I made another trip down to the car to grab my hang up clothes.  When I walked into the bedroom, I stopped in the doorway after seeing a single queen size bed with two side tables in the center of the room.

"Bro, where's the other bed?" I yelled at Brent, who was still in the living room.

He walked in.  "What's up, man?  That's our bed.  We agreed to share a room."

"The room, yeah.  But also the bed??"

"Bro.  There's no way two beds would fit in here.  Don't worry, man.  I don't snore," he joked, before walking back out of the room to work on unpacking his boxes.

I shrugged, realizing I didn't have much of a choice at this point.

We spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking, finally finishing about 9pm.  We decided to order a pizza and then crash early, exhausted from all the manual labor.

As we walked into the bedroom, Brent headed to the bathroom to rinse off.  I shed my shirt and pants, crawling into the left side of the bed in my boxer briefs.

A couple minutes later, Brent walked back into the bathroom with just a towel draped around his shoulders.  Although the lights were out, I could still make out his muscular torso and see his big dick flopping around as we walked over to his side of the bed.

"G'night, roomie," he said, pulling the covers back on his side of the bed and sliding in, still naked.

Shit, my hot ass roommate, who I'd be sleeping next to in the bed for the foreseeable future, sleeps naked.  My dick immediately started to chub up.  I hadn't jacked off today, so it was an easy trigger.  I rolled over on my side, facing away from him, to hide my erection and try to get my mind off of the naked stud laying next to me.  Fortunately, it worked, and I fell asleep within a few minutes.

I slept well through the night, but woke up feeling a vibration on the bed.  Still groggy, I rolled over on my side facing Brent, and opened my eyes slightly, letting them adjust to the light pouring in through the window.  

I quickly realized the steady vibration was from him jacking off.  He had pulled off the covers, revealing his massive cock, which he was stroking at a steady pace with his left hand.

"Chet, you awake, man?" he whispered softly.

I pretended to slowly wake up, glancing down at his gorgeous cock, now leaking precum.  "Hey, man.  Morning..."

"Bro, you wanna help me out with this?" he asked, looking back down at his dick, still stroking it.

I didn't hesitate to lean over and take his cock from his hand, wrapping my own around the base, feeling the warm, pulsating rod now sticking straight up.  "Fuck, dude, I'm so horned," Brent moaned, putting his arms behind his head and leaning back against the head board.

I propped myself up on one elbow, positioning my mouth above the tip of his cock, and teased the head with my tongue, lapping up the clear salty precum from his tip while inhaling the smell of his groin.

I moved down slowly, his swollen head sliding across my lips, my tongue greeting it with a swirling motion, causing his cock to pulse heavily and Brent to let out an "Oh, fuck yeah!"

I slowly took more of his cock into my mouth, tonguing the smooth underside of his shaft until his head pressed into my throat.  Damn, he was big, but the sensation of his cock stretching out my throat got me so fucking horny.

I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down further, his hips grinding up at the same time, until my lips hit the base of his cock, my nose buried in his crotch.  "Shit, man.  You can really take that whole fucking dick, bro."

I slid back up, my lips wrapped tightly around every inch of his dick sliding out of my mouth, before slamming back down, his cock ramming into the back of my throat.  I pulled back up, his head leaving a trail of salty precum on my tongue as it came back up, before I took the whole thing again.  It was like sucking on a steel rod, he was so hard.  Each time he leaked more precum, I squeezed his dick harder with my mouth, wanting to milk more of it out.

"Fuck yeah, bro.  Lay on your back," he commanded me.

I obliged, and he positioned himself in a plank position above me, all of his muscles flexed, and his dick pointing straight down at my mouth.  He lowered his waist until his cock met my lips and open mouth, as he slowly pressed his cock further into my mouth and throat until his balls were resting on my forehead and his dick was deeper in my throat that it had ever been.  I tried not to gag.

He pulled his dick out before ramming it back into my throat, and then continued to fuck my mouth like a wet pussy, moaning loudly with each thrust.  He started building up a light coating of sweat as he continued to hover above me, thrusting his waist rhythmically into my mouth, my eyes fixated on his flexing abs and legs while his smooth balls smacked me in the face each time he entered my throat.

My hard dick was straining against my boxer briefs, so I reached down and pulled out my rock hard dick.  I should have waited, because it only took a few strokes before streams of cum started shooting across my chest.  My moans were muffled by Brent's hard cock stuffing my throat.

"Fuck yeah, bro.  That was a nice load you had built up there," he commented.  He pulled out of my throat.  I was worried he wasn't going to shoot in my mouth, so I said, "Dude, I want your load so bad, man."

He grinned, and scooped up a glob of my cum from my chest and rubbed it all over his dick, then reinserted it in my mouth, the strong taste of my own cum filling my mouth as his cock thrust in and out of my throat.  I reached up and grabbed his muscular ass, pulling him into me.

Soon, he started moaning louder and started shaking, as his pace picked up.  I could sense he was getting close, so I squeezed my throat and mouth around his cock, pulling his ass into me and holding it, just as he started releasing his load into me.  It felt like he shot a gallon of cum, and I struggled to swallow it fast enough, but still savoring the taste of his warm man juice.  I wanted to stay there all day, his cock firmly planted in my throat, but once he stopped shooting, he slowly pulled it out and collapsed in the bed next to me.

"Shit.  I think we both needed that, eh?" he said, still catching his breath, as he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his forearm.  "You can have the shower first, buddy.  I'll go make some coffee," he said as he popped up out of bed and headed toward the kitchen, not bothering to put any clothes on, so I had a nice view of his amazing ass as we walked out.

I laid in bed a few minutes recovering from what just happened, and wondering if this would become a regular thing.  I certainly didn't want things to get weird between us, now that we had moved in together, but this time, it was Brent who instigated it.  I would be totally down to blow him regularly, hell, even every morning to get more of that cock and his sweet loads.  Guess I'd have to see where it'd go.  I finally got up and hopped in the shower, getting hard again thinking about sleeping with my stud roommate naked every night.

To be continued.....

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