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For the past 2 and a half years, I’ve lived with twin football players as my two roommates. As a (downlow) bi guy you might think I’ve been in heaven, with ample jock jerk off material walking around my apartment every day.
I’m afraid that’s not the case.
First off, it’d be weird. These guys have been my friends since the fourth grade, when we played on our first football team together. We were the standouts on that team, and we were always the top players as we progressed. I was the taller lankier one, and played wide receiver starting on that first team and all the way through high school. Keith and Terry were the stronger, stouter guys, and were always some kind of running back. We won two state championships together, and we were the most talented players on those teams and made the plays in crunch time to get it done. It’s just been so much pressure on the three of us together that I’ve never been able to see them as anything sexual. It’s not that they’re teammates, certainly as I was growing up and figuring out my sexuality there were guys on the team I was into, it’s just these two, it’s like they’re my brothers.
Brothers I started to dislike as we got older, but brothers nonetheless.
Second, puberty was rough on these guys. Their bodies are impressive, but in the “they’ve got the perfect body for their football position” sense, not the “I want to fuck these guys” sense.
We all three grew into the right body for our position. I am 6’3, 180, long arms, and pure muscle and speed. My face looks good. Not quite movie star hot, but pretty good for a football player.
Keith and Terry, on the other hand, did not grow to be tall and pretty. They top out at 5’8 and are 240 each. They’re built like tanks, and they run like tanks. They split tailback duties on our teams, and whenever they got the ball they could plow forward and run over anyone at the high school level. They weren’t long distance runners, but you could give them the ball and they’d fight through to get 5 or 6 yards. Combine that with me as a threat to take 15 or 20 yards on a catch, and teams just did not know how to defend us.
Unfortunately for Terry and Keith, their luck ran out with their build. There’s really no polite way around this, they’re ugly. Their faces look like human versions of pug dogs: smashed flat noses, extra rolls around their cheeks, it’s not good. Their skin is rough, and by sophomore year of high school their hair was thinning out. They sweat a lot, their teeth are off, and their ears are too big. At 18 they already looked like they were 55 and it hasn’t gotten better.
They’re sort of dumb, too. Book dumb, yes - terrible grades, no interest in reading, no effort on their schoolwork, but it’s worse than that. They’re kind of mean dumb. Selfish, uninterested, not that empathetic. As we were growing up I started to really notice it, they just weren’t pleasant people. Quick to mock other people, quick to deflect blame, outside of football people started to drop away from them. As I realized that I was into guys as well as girls, I decided to wall parts of my life off from them, starting with that, and honestly they’ve never noticed that they know almost nothing about me anymore.
We were recruited together to play college football, and we all ended up here, but in my last semester of high school, I decided I didn’t want to play at the college level because I really wanted to focus on academics. The coaching staff here has been great about it, and I told them if there were other ways I could help the team I would do it, and I have been. I mostly play on the scout team a couple of weeks in the season, imitating the players the team is going to see the next week. I watch a lot of film and can adjust my style to match the other team’s main threats. The guys on the scout team like me because I hustle and I’m not a threat to them competing for a roster spot, and the guys on the official roster respect me because I work my ass off to beat them in practice, and I usually do.
I spend enough time there that I have my own pass to the James Center, our football training facility, so I can work out there, and I have spent enough time with the coaches in the film room that they’ve been teaching me things about coaching. On some home game days I put on a headset and keep all of the wide receivers in the know as the game progresses.
But my main job for the team is to babysit Terry and Keith.
They barely qualified for college, academically, and even with the tutors the athletic department provides, without me making sure they’re staying up with their coursework they’d have flunked out their first semester. I don’t cheat for them, I make them do the work, but it’s still fucking hard.
The team knew that the dorms would not have been a good idea for them, so we rented an apartment together right away, and I can keep them out of trouble - most of the time.
And holy shit these guys are fucking slobs. They don’t clean, they don’t really do laundry, they can’t cook, it’s hopeless. They get a lot of their meals at the James Center but fuck our house is usually a disaster unless I stay on top of it.
Nudity is not a big deal, I’ve seen them naked all through our lives so it’s no big deal if we’re in our underwear or less. Their cocks are identical, and not that big, about 5 inches. Mine is 7 and a half, but they like to pretend that we all three have equally big dicks.
When it comes to girls, they talk a big game but it doesn’t happen for them a lot. The walls in this place are pretty thin, so I hear them jacking off a lot. Like, a lot. Sometimes I see them do it too, they’re not always good about closing their doors, so I might be walking by and see Keith watching his MILF porn or Terry with his lesbians, I just try to close their door. I’m more discreet when I jerk off, I don’t think they can hear me do it.
They’re football players though so they do occasionally get laid. There was a team thing last August, which was I think the last time they had sex. They both brought girls home, it was around midnight, they took them both to their rooms, I was in the living room watching TV. I heard some sex sounds coming from Keith’s room, and not really anything coming from Terry’s room. Around 12:45, both of the girls came out of each of the rooms, dressed again. I got up to offer them some water.
The one who had been with Keith spoke first. “Your roommate is lowkey bad at sex” she told me.
I just shrugged and said “sorry, I help him with his math homework, not sex”
Then the girl who had been with Terry chimed in. “Yeah, both of your roommates are bad at sex for real”
Again I shrugged and said “Yeah, sorry, again not much I can do to help” as I handed them glasses of water.
“Well, you’re pretty hot and damn your body is nice. You can take us back to your room and prove that this house isn’t completely hopeless.” Keith’s girl said.
I chuckled. “Sorry, I think that’d be kind of a shitty thing to do my bros.”
She sighed. “I respect that, we just wanted to get a good dicking down tonight, you know, and we figured some football players could do that, but, I guess we were wrong. Abby, can you order us an Uber?”
She continued. “I figured Keith was built so tough that he’d take charge and really fuck me, you know, but he just kind of laid there while we did it. Even ignoring that his dick isn’t that big, I had to do everything. I blew him some, but he just sat there, I wanted him to go down on me but he said that was gross, I wanted him to bend me over and take me from behind but he said he wanted me to ride him, and he did nothing except let me bounce on it. I tried for a long time but I couldn’t cum, and after he nutted he went soft and I couldn’t get him hard again, so I gave up.”
Abby had arranged an Uber. “Two minutes” she said.
Abby went on. “Well, that’s better than my experience. Yeah, the D wasn’t that impressive - no surprise since they’re twins. Did you know their penises were the same?” she asked me.
“Um, yeah, I knew that”
“Well whatever, it was enough that I could make it work. He wanted us to get naked right away but said we weren’t going to fuck just yet, and I thought that it might be good we’re going to do some sexy stuff first, but he wanted me to watch highlight videos of his games and we did that for like 40 minutes. He kept asking me ‘does that run make you hot’ or “did that make your pussy tingle” and stuff. Finally we ran out of video and I thought OK, give it to me, I want to get off and go home, and so he got on top of me and started fucking me, and like 10 seconds later nutted. Not even in me, he pulled out. Can you believe that?”
She stared at me. Girl, what do you want me to do? I just shook my head and said “better luck next time”
“Well, you probably won’t see us again. C’mon, let’s go, the Uber should be here. It was nice to meet you, um?”
“Bradley” I answered.
“Nice to meet you Bradley, thank you for the water” they said as they walked out the door. I heard it click shut and that was the last I ever saw of them.
I just rolled my eyes and sat down at the counter. I figured I’d hear from Keith or Terry before long.
Sure enough, 10 minutes later, Terry comes out of his bedroom, stark naked and with his dick hard.
“Bro, I am a sex god.”
“I heard” I lied.
“Yeah I thought I’d try something this new time. You know, I could have just slammed her with this big D til she squirted” he said, pointing at his 5 inch erection. “But I wanted us to connect in like the sexual energy plane”
“Oh?” I asked. “How’d that go?”
“Really good bro. I had her get naked with me so we could, like, get in focus and harmonize together before we touched, I had to focus her energy”
“How’d you do that?” I wondered, quite earnestly.
“I showed her some football vids bro. That’s why she was after us, she wanted some D1 athlete dick, so like, if her pussy was out and my dick was out, we could like combine with the energy from the videos and elevate us to that high sex plane”
“The high sex plane?”
“Yeah, you know, titantric sex, that mind and body stuff”
“Titantric sex? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that.”
Holy fuck he is dumb. I mean, I’ve got his back because he’s my bro, but jesus.
“Yeah bro, look it up on wiki sometime, you know, like how you’re trying to get me to read about that history shit, it’s all in there”
“OK, I will. So anyway, did you get her up to that um, titantric sex plane”
“Yeah bro, after we watched the videos I figured it was time to plow her pussy you know, so I got on top of her and bam, we fucking cummed like right away.”
“You both got off?”
“Yeah bro, like you know, when you’re fucking a girl your bodies like connect and they know when you’re both ready to get off and you both cum at the same time, that’s how it works in sex, I know you mostly just read and jerk it bro, but when you’re with a lady, it’s different.”
I made a mental note to add some sex ed to our reading list this fall.
“Well then, it sounds like you gave her quite the evening then.”
“Yeah, it might have been too much for her though, it was a lot of sex energy, she was like ‘yeah I can’t do that again’ as she was getting dressed and leaving”
“I’m sorry you won’t see her again, bro”
“It’s OK, I will find another girl later. But bro I’m still super charged up with sex energy, I gotta go jerk off. Do you want to come and jerk it with me, like you can see how much sex energy I have?”
“Nah, I’m good bro, you have fun” I’ve always kind of thought Terry is a little gay. He caught me jerking off in the showers our senior year not long after my 18th birthday. He just watched, trying to hide and not let me know he was there. I probably shouldn’t have but I pretended I didn’t see him and I let him watch me cum. In retrospect that was a mistake, I think he wants more but I do not want to bring that dynamic into our friendship. He’ll have to figure it out with a different guy.
After Terry went back to his room, I knocked on Keith’s door as I was going to bed. He told me to come in, he was in his boxers on his bed.
“Bro how you doing, did you have a good night?”
“Yeah, I guess. Lexie was nice. I hope I can see her again.”
“Well, I hope so bro.”
“Probably not. I don’t think she had a very good time. I just, don’t know what to do with girls”
Keith was always the smarter of the two.
“Bro, you’ll find the right girl someday, don’t worry”
“Thanks Bradley. And like, thanks for everything you do for us too. Goodnight bro”
I went to bed, and slipped my clothes off and got naked. I could hear Terry jerking loudly, some porn sounds coming from his computer. I could also feel Keith’s bed shaking the floor as he jacked off too. I got into my desk chair and found my phone, and put on some gay porn and jacked off. I found a video of two twink roommates making out and their third roommate coming home unexpectedly and joining in and fucking them both. I blew a huge load into some kleenex, and went to bed.
* * * *
That August night was probably the high point of the fall, and the rest of the semester has been all downhill for the two of them.
For me, it hasn’t been too bad. I have been kicking ass academically, having fun playing on the scout team, and spending more time with the coaching staff, sometimes on the sidelines and sometimes up in the booth.
I don’t do hookups so I don’t have Grindr, but I have found a friend with benefits. Wyatt is a freshman boy I met playing basketball at the RecCenter in the second week of classes, he plays to win and didn’t give me fucking inch on the court. It was just us in the showers afterwards and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of me and he started to get hard, and then started to jerk off in front of me. I went over to him and told him that I was bi but I wasn’t gonna fuck him in the showers, but that I was into him, so we could do it somewhere else. He doesn’t want to date- he says he’s a freshman and he wants to explore, so that’s fine, but when the team travels to away games and Terry and Keith are gone he comes over and I fuck him good, I have a dom side and he likes it when I make him do what I want. I’ve fucked him in his dorm a few times too. It’s been good, no complications, just a boy who lets me fuck him how I want.
This semester has been shit for the twins.
Keith and Terry both had standout freshman years on the team, and it seemed like they might be some of the best who have ever played for us. Their sophomore years brought them down to earth - Terry fucked up a couple of big plays, Keith got hurt a few times, their sophomore year stats weren’t anything like their freshman numbers. Spring practice went worse for them both and they were no longer secure at the top of the depth chart.
This year has been even worse for them.
Keith has taken some hard hits, and a few days after the sex adventure night got hit hard in practice and was on concussion protocol for two weeks. He took another hard hit the second game of the season, and then again two games later. He recovered and went out and tried and had some good games in October, but he got another concussion and neck injury the third week of October and the team doctors wouldn’t clear him after that. A few weeks ago, they told him that he should stop playing football. He didn’t really accept it and since then has been pretty down, waiting to get better and get back in the gym, but in the past few days he’s finally realized it’s over.
Terry took a hit in the first game of the season and was out for three weeks, but then kept fucking up and fumbling when he got back on the field. Worse for him, the younger guys - the sophomore backup and the two new freshmen the team recruited, have all been playing great while Terry and Keith were out, and won the starting jobs.
This is where Terry really fucked up. Rather than working hard in practice and winning back the starting job, Terry started whining about it, and then blaming the rest of the team and the coaches. Anytime Terry fucked up he got in someone else’s face. He screamed at coaches, and the rest of the team stopped giving a fuck about Terry. Terry got no carries in the last three games.
A few days ago Terry was at the James Center and the coaches had a talk with him to wrap up the season. First, they told him, the preliminary report from his professors was not good, and Terry was probably not going to academically qualify for the team. Second, between the younger guys who had stepped up this season and some transfers from the portal who were likely to come in, it wasn’t likely that Terry was going to play much next fall and that the team would honor his scholarship but wanted him to spend most of his time helping the team on the practice squad.
Terry fucking lost it. Yelled, stormed out of the meeting, tossed shit around in the locker room, swore at the guys who were around the room and blamed them for fucking him over and not blocking for him or whatever, he even tried to blame the kicker. He took one look at Jack, our quarterback, and said it was all his fault and was about to get in Jack’s face and take a swing at him until Aaron, our center, stepped in front of Terry and decked him before he could get to Jack - Aaron does not let anyone fuck with Jack.
But that was it for Terry, going after Jack was the last straw and the coaches told him he was done.
Terry and Keith talked with their father, and decided that if they were both done with football, well, then they were both done with college. Their father owned the largest used car dealer back home, and he told them “you don’t need to be a college boy to sell a good car at a fair price, you boys come back home and I’ll show you the ropes.”
And so, a few days before finals, both of them had packed their stuff up and ready to move home. They were leaving some stuff behind, like their beds and some of other furniture, but their rooms were now mostly empty, loaded into the truck and ready to head back home.
“Fuck this college bro I am so sick of this bullshit and I’m glad I’m not taking finals” Terry proclaimed, looking around at the apartment. I could tell he was lying, he knew that this was a failure and that he was actually sad about it. “Bro I’m going to piss and then let’s get the fuck out of here” Terry said to Keith, and then disappeared into the bathroom. I think I heard him crying while he was in there.
“So, I guess this is it bro” I said to Keith.
“Yeah” Keith sighed. “All those years of work, and that was it. It was fun though, I’m glad I did it, and that we got to do it with you. Gonna miss you bro.”
“Me too bro. You’ve got the stuff for your final papers and the take-home exam for your forestry science class?”
“Yeah bro, I do, I’ll finish them back home. Is it OK if I call you if I need help?” Unlike Terry, Keith was going to finish his semester academically. He asked me if I thought he could take classes remotely next semester, that he wanted to get his degree, even if Terry and their dad thought it was a waste. I told him it was a good idea and that we’d figure it out.
“Of course bro, just let me know. It’s not going to be the same around here without you too, probably cleaner though” I laughed.
“Yeah, I know, me and Terry are slobs, can’t help it though bro.”
I helped him take the last of their stuff out to the truck.
“So how do you want to handle the rent, are you gonna send me a check and I’ll send it to the landlord or do you and Keith want to send checks to them until the lease is up?” I asked.
“Oh, bro, shit sorry forgot to tell you. My dad said he’s not paying rent if we’re not there and that he’s gonna advertise it for sublet so you’re gonna get new roommates or something”
What the fuck? It’s the last week of the semester, who the fuck is going to move in now?
“Bro, what? Where am I going to find new roommates, the other students have all rented places, like the only people who are gonna rent now are the weird 50 year old drunk dudes who work the night shift picking up roadkill. I’m gonna have to lock myself in my room and hope they don’t kill me bro”
This fucking sucks, I work my ass off for these guys and I’m gonna get fucked with some weird new roommates? Fuck their Dad could easily cover their rent for the rest of the lease without even noticing.
Keith frowned. “Yeah, um, I didn’t think about that. But my dad is serious about it, he says he’s done. Maybe you’ll find someone cool to live with bro, or else you can just pay for the entire place?”
I shook my head. “Bro I can barely pay tuition. Fuck. OK, we’ll figure it out.”
Terry came out to the truck. “OK bro, what do you say we get the fuck home and forget about this college shit?”
Keith nodded, gave me a hug, and got in the truck. Terry gave me a bro hug, but when he tried to say goodbye, he couldn’t get the words out.
“It’ll be OK bro. I’ll talk to you soon” I told him
Terry got in the truck, and a minute later, my two bros were gone. Despite everything, I’d miss them.
I went back into the house, and started to clean the shit out of it from top to bottom.
* * * *
A few days later I was in the James Center, talking to the head coach early in the morning.
“Bradly, We just wanted to say thank you for everything you did for the team this year and since you got here. I know Terry and Keith were both real pains in the ass and we know you worked like crazy to make it so they could be on the team these past three seasons. We hope we’ll still see you around here even now that they’re gone, I want you to keep the James Center pass, and hope you’ll play on the scout team again. We also want you to come to some of our planning meetings this spring, we’ll get you more involved upstairs, you’ve got a good mind when it comes to teaching.”
I was pretty moved by this. Coach was a good guy, even though he had no reason to keep me on since my main task was over now.
“Thank you, I’d like that. I won’t be gone for break for very long, so I can come in right after the new year”
“Take some more time, we’re gonna be doing recruiting trips until February, so just relax, maybe come in and lift with the guys, but otherwise take it easy”
I stood up and shook Coach’s hand. “Thank you again coach, I won’t let you down.”
“I know you won’t” Coach said as he sat down again, and looked at his computer screen and his email.
“Oh, did you hear about what happened with Lucas?”
“No, I hadn’t, everything OK?”
Lucas is the team student photographer. We’re not close but we know each other. He’s a junior like me, working on a journalism major. Lucas is also pretty gay, a classic twink. 6’2’, floppy brown hair, maybe 140, glasses. He’s actually really cute, though I’m not out to him, I want to keep my sexuality far away from the football team.
“No. Well, he’s OK, but there was a fire in his apartment building, he lost everything. One of those shitty run down apartment buildings, turns out the fire alarms weren’t working. Lucas and his um, roommate got everyone out of the building, pounding on doors and waking everyone up. Probably saved some lives. One of the D-backs lived in the complex, he said Lucas and the other kid went back into the smoke a couple of times to check they got everyone. Good stuff from that kid.”
“Wow, good for him, but damn, losing everything right at finals, that sucks”
“Yeah, no kidding. I’m going to get some of the athletic department emergency funds to help get him at least some new clothes and other basics. It’s gonna take a few days because he’s not an official athlete, but he’s part of the team here and we’ve got his back. He’s down in the film room for now til he can figure out what to do next.”
Like I said, Coach is a good guy.
“I’ll swing by and say hi on my way out. Thanks again coach, have a good Christmas.”
I went down to the film room and opened the door. The smell of fire was overwhelming and I saw Lucas and another guy sitting in two of the chairs, blank looks on their faces. They both had ash marks on their faces and their clothes were dirty and tinged gray.
“Holy shit Lucas I just heard. Are you all right?”
Lucas looked up at me. “Oh, hey Bradley. Yeah, um, we’re OK. This is my roommate Aiden. Well, when we had rooms he was my roommate I guess” he says, pointing at the other kid. Aiden is even smaller than Lucas - maybe 5’8, 120 or less, blonde hair, piercing blue eyes that stood out even against the dark smudges covering his face. Aiden just nodded at me.
“Coach said you guys lost everything?”
“Yeah pretty much. Um, we have our phones, Aiden has his laptop. Thankfully I still have my camera and all my lenses, they were here, but otherwise, yeah, nothing. Total loss.”
“Shit so you guys like don’t even have clothes?”
“Just what we’re wearing” Aiden said, speaking for the first time.
“Fuck man. How long have you been here?” I asked.
“Um, since like 6am? The fire started at like, umm, 2am, we were there watching until 5, the firefighters told us then that there wouldn’t be anything we could get back into, so we didn’t know where else to go, my pass worked here so we walked over here until we could figure out what next to do since there wasn’t anything else open at 5 or 6am or whenever it was.” Lucas answered.
“Do you guys want to come to my place? Terry and Keith are gone so you can crash in their beds, and I have laundry in the place so we can wash your clothes so they don’t smell so fucking awful too”
“Bradley that’d be fucking awesome. Are you sure, you don’t have finals to worry about or anything?”
“I got those under control, nothing today or tomorrow, it’s cool. You can come and change clothes and then figure out what you’re going to do next afterwards”
Lucas looked at Aiden, who nodded yes. “Then yeah, if you can let us crash at your place today that’d help a lot, we’ll owe you big time for this.”
“Well, I’m ready to go if you guys are” I told them both. They didn’t really have any stuff to pick up so we set out for my house.
When we got back to my place I offered them some breakfast - I had a bit of food in the house and I had made a pot of coffee before going to the James Center. Lucas took some OJ and a banana, Aiden coffee and a muffin. Neither one of them spoke while they ate, they just looked at the floor or sometimes at the wall, a look of complete exhaustion on their faces. I went to go pull out some sheets and blankets, I had just enough so they could get something on both of Keith and Terry’s old beds. I also set some towels out in the bathroom.
“Um, so do you guys want to shower?” I asked as I came back into the kitchen. “I can loan you some clothes you can wear while I wash yours. Lucas you will probably fit in my stuff, Aiden, um, well, it might be a little big on you.”
“We can give it a try” Aiden said.
“You’re sure you’re OK with washing our clothes?” Lucas asked.
“Yeah it’s cool, I have some to wash too, I’ll just throw yours in. So long as neither of you wear Puma boxerbriefs we won’t get anything mixed up.”
Lucas laughed. “CK boxerbriefs for me” he said, looking at Aiden.
Aiden took the cue. “CK briefs for me”
“OK, no chance of getting those mixed up. Here, follow me” I said as I led them to my room.
I dug around in my dresser. “Um, here you go, Lucas, some shorts, underwear, socks. I’ll find you a tshirt - do you want football, basketball, or baseball?”
Lucas looked at me. “Um, if you’ve got a Bengals shirt I’d wear that, Joe Burrow is pretty hot”
“No, sorry, I’m an NFC guy. I’ve got Packers, Eagles, or Seahawks.”
“Eagles then.” I pulled out a Philly tshirt and handed the outfit to him. “Shower’s through there, there’s towels out for both of you. Leave the dirty clothes by the door, I’ll wash them once Aiden showers.”
Lucas went into the bathroom and closed the door, and I heard him start the water.
I motioned to my chair “You can sit down if you want” Aiden sat down, and I sat on my bed.
“Um, do you want a phone charger bank?” I asked him.
“That’d be great, thanks”. I had one on my nightstand, I handed it to him and he plugged his phone in and started scrolling.
I waited a few minutes before asking him some questions.
“So, are you a junior too?”
“Yeah, majoring in comp sci and environmental studies”
“Cool, sounds like a lot of work.”
“Eh, I like school, I don’t mind some work”
That is not something anyone besides me has said in this house in at least 2 and a half years.
“So how long have you and Lucas been roommates?”
“A year and a half, we met our freshman year and started being roommates our sophomore year”
“I see. Um, are you guys, um”
“Boyfriends? No. I am gay like he is, but no, we’re not boyfriends”
“OK, just, you know, wasn’t sure”
Aiden, still dirty as hell from the smoke and ash and looking like hell from being up all night, gave me a grin that I’ll never forget. “Oh, well, yeah, sometimes we do, you know? I don’t have any hangup fucking my friends and there are times when we’re both like ‘sure why not’ but we’re not boyfriends.”
I sat with that for a second.
Aiden took the opportunity to interrogate me. “How about you, do you have a girlfriend?”
“No, no girlfriend.”
“Ah. How about a boyfriend?”
“No, definitely not a boyfriend either.”
It’s not that I’m ashamed or dislike being bi, I just want to keep that part of me walled off from football, and if I tell Aiden I’m bi then what if he tells Lucas? Nope, we’ll just move along.
Aiden looked me up and down after my answer. “Well, that’s a shame” and went back to his phone.
We waited for Lucas to finish his shower, and before too long he came out, wearing my shorts and Eagles tshirt, carrying his pile of smoke-infused clothes. “Just drop them by the door, and I’ll get them in a bit. Aiden, go ahead and shower and drop your dirty clothes there too.”
Aiden headed to the bathroom and I took Lucas to Keith’s room. “These sheets are clean, if you need another blanket I can find you one. I have an extra phone charger if you want to plug yours in. Why don’t you get in a nap while your clothes are washing and this afternoon you and Aiden can start to figure out what the fuck to do next?”
“Thanks Bradley, this is very kind of you. Fuck I really do need to crash”
I nodded and left the room, as I closed the bedroom door I watched as he flopped on the bed. As I turned around I saw the bathroom door open ever so slightly and Aiden dropped his dirty clothes outside the bathroom and then closed the door again. I heard the shower starting up and the sound of someone getting under the water.
I scooped up the clothes pile and took them to the washer. Out of habit, I put them in one item at a time - I often had to help Keith or Terry out with laundry and since they routinely left their Airpods or wallets in their pockets or somehow got other things into their laundry pile, I always check what I’m putting in the wash. I saw the socks and pants for Aiden, then Lucas’s hoodie, then the pants Lucas was wearing. I reached in and pulled the underwear out - Lucas had taken them off together, and got a good look at the white CK boxerbriefs that he was wearing not long ago. Fuck, I thought, I bet he looks good in these. I tossed them into the washer, and then found Aiden’s shirt and also found his black CK briefs. They’re not big, but damn I bet they look good on him too. I imagined his cock filling out the bulge, and then tossed them in the wash.
Fuck I am really horny. I need a distraction.
I went and grabbed some of my dirty clothes and filled up the washer and got the laundry started. I went and sat down at my laptop, waiting for Aiden to finish his shower.
Aiden took his time, but eventually I heard the shower stop and a few minutes later Aiden came out of the bathroom. He was only wearing the grey Puma boxerbriefs I loaned him, and he was holding the shirt and shorts in his hands.
“Um, I don’t want to sound ungrateful because I really do appreciate you loaning me clothes, but um, do you have anything smaller? I am swimming in these”
He wasn’t lying. The boxerbriefs that fit my 6’3 frame were far too big for 5’8 Aiden and they were just barely hanging on to him. Not that I wouldn’t mind them falling down, but I understood why he might just want some underwear that fit him.
“Hrm, I’m not really sure. Oh, wait, I have one idea.”
I went rummaging through a drawer, looking way in the back. I found them, bright yellow but much smaller.
“OK, don’t laugh that I still have these, but when I was 14 I was on the swim team and I still have my speedo. I was about your size then, so maybe these will fit.”
I handed Aiden the yellow speedo and he unfolded them and held them in front of his waist. They looked like they might fit.
“Yeah, maybe. Let me try them on”
Without warning Aiden turned around, put his thumbs in the waistband of the Pumas, and yanked them down and stepped out.
It’s a good thing Aiden couldn’t see my reaction because there he was, his naked ass right in front of me, and holy fuck his ass was hot. My cock instantly started to get hard and I was thankful I was wearing jeans and not shorts or sweats. If he has any hair on his ass I can’t tell, he’s either very blond or very smooth. He picked up one leg and put it into the speedo, and then the other one. As he was stepping in, I got a better view of his crack - not quite separated enough to see his hole but enough to still make me fucking wildly horny.
Aiden turned around in the speedo. He filled it out nicely - he might be short but his cock was not small.
“Yeah these are much better, thank you”. Aiden reached down and grabbed the shorts and put them on, and pulled on the tshirt too.
“OK, here, you can use Terry’s room and bed.” I took him down the hall and gave him the same spiel as I gave to Lucas, and Aiden crashed too. I closed the door as I left and I went back to my room.
I scrolled on my phone for a few minutes, and before long I heard both Aiden and Lucas snoring, they were out cold. I didn’t blame them, they’d had a hell of a night.
I caught up on Insta stories, I read ESPN, I checked out some news sites, but I couldn’t get Aiden’s ass out of my head. I could still hear both of them snoring, and I saw the Puma boxerbriefs that Aiden had briefly worn were still over in the corner. I went to pick them up, but instead of putting them back in my drawer, I decided I’d put them to better use.
I pulled down my shorts and underwear and wrapped the other Pumas around my hard 7.5 dick and started to jack off. These had been touching Aiden’s cock not that long ago, and I imagined what his dick looked like. His ass was so hot I had to believe his dick was nice too. I wondered if you could see the pubes around his penis- if he shaves his ass, does he trim those too? Or is he so blonde those pubes are hard to see too? Fuck and the way his bulge was in my old speedo, damn I want to go slide into bed next to him and pull the shorts off of him and kiss the bulge before taking his cock out and sucking…
Oh fuck, I’m already cumming. I filled the Puma with a huge load of my seed and flopped back to catch my breath.
I listen carefully. I still hear both of them snoring, so I put my cummy boxerbriefs in my hamper and sit down with my class notes, put on my headphones. I’ll study for a while until they get up, and then I’ll help them figure out what they’re going to do next.
At that moment I realize that I’ve been a complete idiot for not having thought of this until now. Obviously they’re not going back to their apartment anytime soon so they’re going to need somewhere new to live. I need two new roommates.
I’ll ask them when they wake up. They may not want to live with a third guy, especially not one that they think is straight, and I’m not ready to out myself to them. And I need to think about this just a bit longer. I just had two guys I lived with that I never wanted to jerk off thinking about. Do I want to switch to having two hot twinks as roommates?
My dick started to get hard again. I think I have my answer.
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