I had only been living with Cody for a month, but I had already learned one thing: he was hard not to notice.
He was the kind of guy who could wear a plain T-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts and still look like someone had specifically designed him to distract people. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a muscular chest and that confident way of moving that said he knew exactly how good he looked. And yet, he was a decent guy. Normal. Helpful. He didn't cause problems, act like an asshole, or treat the apartment like a hotel.
That was why I genuinely liked him.
There was only one thing Cody complained about regularly.
"Man, I don't think I'm ever going to find a normal girl," he said one evening, dropping heavily onto the couch beside me.
I looked up from my phone and gave a quiet snort.
"You? Please. You look like the kind of guy girls should be climbing through the window for."
He smiled, but not with his usual confidence.
"Apparently not."
A few days later, everything changed.
We were sitting in the kitchen when Cody suddenly leaned against the counter with his phone in his hand and told me he had met someone online. A girl. They had been messaging for a few days, and they were planning to meet in a week.
"Seriously?" I asked, genuinely surprised. "Congratulations."
"Thanks," he replied, but I immediately noticed there was something else going on. Excitement, sure. But tension too.
He stared at his phone screen for a moment, then looked at me.
"But... I need your help."
I didn't think much of it. Cody had asked me for help with plenty of things before. Choosing a shirt, taking pictures, checking messages he wanted to send. We were roommates. We helped each other.
"Sure," I said calmly. "With what?"
Cody hesitated for only a second.
"Could you measure my cock? She asked how big it is."
For a moment, I just stared at him.
I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly. Cody stood by the counter with his phone in one hand, completely serious, as if he had just asked whether I could check if his shirt matched his pants.
"What?" I finally managed.
"You know... the size," he said, lifting his phone slightly. "She asked. I don't know whether I should give her a rough estimate or an exact number."
I wanted to laugh, but no sound came out. Because it wasn't funny. Not to me. Not after a month of living with him and pretending I didn't notice his body, his broad shoulders, or the stomach he exposed every time he stretched in the kitchen in the morning.
And now he was asking me to measure him.
"Can't you do it yourself?" I asked, even though I immediately knew it was a weak attempt to escape the situation.
Cody shrugged.
"I could. But it probably wouldn't be as accurate."
He looked at me with that calm, almost shameless smile of his.
"Besides, I trust you."
That didn't help at all.
I swallowed and nodded.
"Fine. If you really want me to."
"I do."
Cody moved away from the counter, opened a drawer, and pulled out a measuring tape. He handed it to me as casually as if he wasn't about to do something that was already making my heart beat faster.
"Okay," he said. "I'm ready."
Before I could answer, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down.
Everything inside me froze.
I had seen the outline of his body beneath his clothes before, along with accidental flashes of skin, part of his stomach, and his bare thighs after a shower. But this was completely different. Cody stood in front of me without his shorts, relaxed and half-hard, and my eyes were immediately drawn to his cock.
It was long. Heavy. Much bigger than I had expected to see so suddenly and from so close.
"Matt?" Cody said with amusement. "Are you going to measure it or just stare?"
That finally made me look away.
"Sorry," I said quietly. "You just... caught me off guard."
Cody's smile widened.
"I hope I catch her off guard too."
I stepped closer with the measuring tape in my hand, trying to look calmer than I felt.
It was supposed to be simple. Place the end of the tape against him, check the length, give him the result, and pretend the situation wasn't affecting me at all. But the moment I stood in front of Cody with his body so close to mine, all that confidence fell apart.
I tried to position the tape without really touching him.
Cody looked down, then back at me.
"Matt," he said calmly. "Don't be afraid. Hold it. It'll be more accurate."
I froze.
That one sentence hit me harder than the sight of his cock. He wasn't just letting me look. He was giving me permission to touch him.
Slowly, I wrapped my hand around him.
He was warm, heavy, and more real than I could ever have imagined. My fingers closed carefully around him, and Cody didn't even flinch. He stood in front of me as calmly as if this were still nothing more than practical help before his date.
Nothing about it felt practical to me.
I positioned the tape more accurately, trying to focus on the numbers, but my eyes kept returning to his skin, his shape, and the tension in his body. When my finger slid higher, I accidentally brushed the tip and felt the moisture there.
My heart beat faster.
Cody looked at me as if he knew I had noticed, but he didn't say anything. He only smiled slightly.
I read the measurement, and for a moment I honestly didn't know whether I could say it in a normal voice.
"Wow," I blurted out. "Eight inches."
Cody raised his eyebrows with satisfaction.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"Great," he said, glancing at his phone. "I'll tell her."
I thought that was the end of it. I really hoped it was, because my own body was starting to betray me. I was hard in my pants, and I hoped Cody wouldn't notice.
But he didn't move away.
Instead, he looked at me with a new, strangely curious expression.
"I forgot something," he said. "She also asked me to describe it."
I swallowed.
"Describe it?"
"Yeah. So... what do you think?"
I didn't answer immediately.
Cody glanced at my hand, which was still wrapped around him.
"Touch it again. More carefully this time," he said more quietly. "Then tell me what I should write to her."
I didn't know what to say.
I stood in front of him, my hand still wrapped around his cock and the measuring tape hanging loosely between my fingers, while thoughts I shouldn't have been having about my straight roommate filled my head.
"Cody..." I began.
"What?" he asked innocently. "I just want to give her a good answer."
Except his voice no longer sounded as casual as it had before. There was something lower in it now, more focused. As if he himself could feel that the request had stopped being just part of a conversation with a girl.
I gently ran my thumb over his skin. Cody lightly tightened his stomach, but he didn't pull away.
"It's big," I finally said. "But not just big."
He watched me more closely.
"What does that mean?"
I swallowed and forced myself to continue.
"It looks really good. Thick, heavy, and perfectly proportioned. And you're clearly well-groomed. The kind of cock you can't ignore once you've seen it."
Cody smiled slowly.
"That sounds pretty good."
My hand moved with a little more confidence. I was no longer pretending I was checking the measurement. I could feel him clearly, warm and growing harder beneath my fingers. Another small drop appeared at the tip, and for a second, I couldn't take my eyes off it.
"I'd tell her she has something to look forward to," I said more quietly. "That if she likes big guys, she'll be happy. Very happy."
Cody let out a soft laugh, but his eyes stayed on my face.
For a moment, neither of us moved. Then Cody glanced down at my hand.
"Can you do that again while I type it out? I want to make sure I describe it right."
It was an excuse. We both knew it.
Even so, I moved my hand again, more slowly this time, feeling my own cock pulse inside my pants. Cody watched me as if he were studying not only my description, but my reaction too.
In the end, I was the first to pull my hand away, because I was afraid that if it went on any longer, I would forget who we were supposedly doing all of this for.
Cody looked at his phone and started typing the message with a faint smile.
And I stood beside him, still hard, my hand remembering the shape of him.
His date wasn't for another week. But I was already starting to wonder what else he might need my help with before he met her.
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