My Roommate's Body
by Londonboy
I called the number on the slip of paper and left a message saying I was interested in checking out the apartment. This guy, Sam, was looking for a roommate and I was looking for a place to live. I had just gotten dumped by my boyfriend of five months and he had given me the ultimatum that I had to be out of his place within two weeks. That’s what I get for giving up a rent-control apartment after only one month of dating. I would never do that again. This had been the fifth boyfriend in three years. What had made me think this one would be any different? I wish I could figure that out.
I immediately noticed the voice on the answering machine was deep and kind of sexy (almost in what sounded like a “shy” big boy sort of way). I received a call back in just a few minutes – it was like Sam was screening his calls.
“Hello.”
“Is this, uh, Nolan?” I noticed how tentative this guy sounded.
“Yeah, you’ve got Nolan. Is this Sam?”
“Uhh, yeah. I was calling about the, umm, apartment.”
I began to worry that this guy wouldn’t be a very good roommate, but I arranged to check out the apartment at 2:00pm that day - mainly because I really had to find a place. Maybe I could move into this apartment until I found a better one. I got the feeling that I could convince Sam pretty easily that I’d be the perfect roommate.
I arrived at the apartment building a little before two. I wanted to check out the neighborhood. Since I didn’t recognize the name of the street I was surprised to see that it was a beautiful tree-lined avenue with a mixture of houses and apartment buildings. Each building had its own specific character and Sam’s building was one of the best on the block. It was a brick building that only had four units. I could tell immediately that the apartments were huge. The front rooms that faced the road had huge picture windows and I tried to guess which one might be Sam’s. I found apartment D on the second level (not good for moving furniture, but since I didn’t have much that would be okay). I knocked on the door at one minute after two. The door swung open immediately (as if Sam had been standing there waiting on me) and I was speechless for the first time in my twenty-eight years of living.
The shy Sam was an incredible specimen of manhood. I kid you not – this guy was a bigger and taller version of Bob Paris (the almost-perfect gay bodybuilder). He had perfect brown curly hair, an incredibly chiseled face, deep green-brown eyes, and a body that screamed for attention. He was wearing a gray Boston College sweatshirt that could not hide the fact that beneath the guy had muscles bulging off of other muscles. Even the blue jeans he was wearing seemed to complain that they could not begin to contain the giant quads and large piece of manmeat (of course I noticed!).
I might have been embarrassed about my blatant staring at this Greek God, but he was not looking at me. He opened the door and then stared right down at the floor. I truly believe that if I had not spoken we would still be standing there in silence.
“Hey Sam, I’m Nolan. It’s great to meet you.” And with that I stuck out my hand – far enough so he’d see that it was waiting for his. Sam looked up into my eyes briefly and then back down to my hand as he reached out and quickly, but limply, shook it. I was so disappointed. I was hoping that his manly grip would have matched the rest of him. There was no electricity shooting through my body or his from that handshake.
Again there was silence as Sam just stood there. He was waiting for me to say something. I couldn’t believe it. This guy must be an “off the charts” introvert.
“Well, do you mind showing me the apartment, Sam?”
“Uh, sure.” And with that he took me around the immaculately furnished three-bedroom condo. Yep, that’s right. It wasn’t an apartment – it was a condo that was owned by Sam. It was very painful to drag any information out of Sam. I did, however, find out that he had lived in the place for about five years. He had just left a high-powered law firm (I found out that he basically did research and never went to trial – good thing). He was taking the summer off and then would be teaching second grade at an inner-city school. I could not imagine this silent giant teaching, but maybe he connected better with seven and eight year olds than adults. He was getting a roommate because the salary he would be making at the school was terribly less than at the law firm.
The condo was fantastic. Two of the bedrooms had private baths and the third bedroom had been converted into a home gym. I was a small guy – 5’9” with a slight, but athletic build – and I wasn’t into working out that much. I did, however, plan on using the stairmaster and treadmill that was in the room. You see, at that point, I had already decided that the place was too fantastic to pass up. I had also noticed that the walls of the home gym displayed three framed Herb Ritts posters. The one entitled “Fred With Tires,” the one with the two muscled guys playing with a garden hose, and the one of the guy standing nude behind a waterfall. My potential roommate was a “friend of Dorothy” as well.
I had just started at a great marketing firm six months earlier, but had little savings (I was still in that “party like you’re going to not live forever” mode) – so I needed to find a place that didn’t require a lot of money up front. I also felt sorry for Sam. He was so shy. He only spoke to me after I said something first. He never initiated conversations and he didn’t dare ask me a question.
“Well, Sam, I’d like to be considered for the place. I’m sure you’ve seen a lot of people, but I really hope that you will think about renting the room to me. I’m not going to lie, I am not a neat freak like you obviously are, but I will respect the common areas. The rent won’t be a problem for me and I think you and I will really get along.” I was laying it on thick. Somewhere, deep inside, I knew that I wanted to get the room partially so I might get to see this guy with his shirt off. Maybe I could invite him to give me some workout tips (I filed that little manipulation away in the back of my mind).
“Um, Nolan, the room is yours if you want it. You are the only person that has called and it’s been available for two weeks.”
I was dumbfounded. “Two weeks? That is unbelievable, Sam. Where all did you advertise?”
“I just put up that one sign at the Whole Foods store.”
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. I immediately noticed that Sam got bright red and looked back down at the ground. “Listen, Sam. I’m sorry I laughed. Marketing is my job, remember? I could give you some advice on how to get the word out more if you want to consider some other people. Really. It wouldn’t be that hard. And I wouldn't be offended.”
Sam looked at me and for the first time smiled, but just a little. “No, that’s okay Nolan. I appreciate the offer, but I’m sure that I want you to have the place. You can move in any time you want.”
“How about today?” And with those words the adventure began.
The moment Nolan asked if I wanted help advertising the room to other people was the moment I knew he would be my roommate. That was so kind of him. I could tell that he genuinely meant it. He needed the room, I was sure. I didn’t want to ask why he was moving from his old place, but I was certain it had to do with a break up. I was a little nervous when I first met him. He had that “rabid dog” look in his eyes that most men give me when they first meet me. He wasn’t even embarrassed about looking me up and down – and then staring at my crotch. It made me a little nervous that he might not be the best person for the room, but then he offered to help me. He was truly being very kind.
I was also won over by his outgoing personality. He was so comfortable with himself. He smiled a lot and was obviously someone who found it easy to talk to anyone. He was so gracious about not making me carry the conversation. I wanted to be bolder and talk – just to impress him and make him want to live there – but I couldn’t break old habits. A lifetime of shyness is really hard to get over. I was hoping one day I’d get to explain to Nolan why I found it hard to look anyone in the eye and why I found it hard to initiate conversation. A childhood with an abusive father does weird things to a person.
Another reason why I wanted Nolan as a roommate was the fact that he was beautiful. I would never be able to tell him that, but he was. He was a lot smaller than me (something I fanasized about) and had the bluest eyes I have ever seen. And don’t get me started on his lips! They were full and I was sure it would be like some “fantasy come true” to be able to feel them pressed up against mine. But the thing that made my heart stop was his ass. It was definitely a perfect “bubble butt.” I could tell that he was proud of it, as well – those jeans could not have been any tighter. I was pretty sure he was gay right away, but when his face lit up and he commented on my Herb Ritts posters, I knew. By the time he left to get his stuff I was hooked. I’m glad that he could use the furniture that was in the second bedroom – now I didn’t have to get rid it. I was hoping Nolan would stay for a while. I have never had a roommate before and I was looking forward to not being so alone all the time.
When he returned I offered to help him bring stuff up. I got embarrassed a little (but also somewhat proud) when his mouth dropped open as I carried two big boxes up the stairs into the condo. He, for the second time today, was speechless. He quickly recovered, though.
“Sam, those boxes are full of books. It took two guys to carry one of them to my car! I’m impressed.”
I was still holding the boxes with one arm each as I looked down at the ground. Why was I so embarrassed? I wish I could be bolder. I said nothing. I did, however, steal a peek at Nolan’s crotch to see if it mirrored his reaction – and I clearly saw the outline of a hardened dick. This caused me to get aroused also. I quickly put the boxes in the back room and stepped into my bathroom to calm down.
It took only about forty minutes to carry everything from Nolan’s car into the condo. As we finished he became a little quiet and I could tell that this was somewhat sad for him - because it marked the ending of something – I guessed it was a relationship. The silence in the room must have gotten to him, though.
“So, Sam the man, what do you usually do on a Saturday evening?”
“Um, I don’t know, I guess I usually watch one of the movies I got from Netflix.” As I said this I realized how lame it sounded – even if it was the truth.
Nolan smiled at me – knowingly. “Well, as exciting as that sounds, I think it is time for you to break up that routine. Why don’t you join me for a late dinner – to celebrate our new living arrangement – and then we can hop over to a little bar called Jacks and Jokers.”
I could tell by the fact that he named a well-known gay bar in the neighborhood he was trying to break the ice about our sexual orientations. I turned red again and looked at the floor. I suddenly became very quiet. I wanted to say “Yes, let’s go there,” but I didn’t have the nerve. I had wanted to go to Jacks and Jokers ever since moving to the area, but could never get up the nerve. I had never been to a gay bar in my entire life – and here I was twenty-nine years old.
“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, Sam. I just wanted to break the ice. I am gay and I’ve been out for about twelve years. I hope this doesn’t make a difference to you. I guess I should have mentioned it sooner, but I noticed the Herb Ritts posters in the gym and just assumed you were gay, too.”
Silence filled the room. My mind was racing and my entire body was on fire - begging me to answer Nolan. Here was my chance to speak freely. Here was my chance to be bold. I had never told anyone at the law firm I was gay. Only a few close friends knew – not because I was ashamed – mainly because I only had a few close friends. The pressure got to be too much.
“I am.” That was it. That was all I could say. I was still staring at the ground. My heart was racing but it seemed like a big boulder had been lifted from my shoulders. I smiled.
“See, Sam. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Nolan walked over and put his hand on my arm. I could tell that his gesture of concern was genuine, but he also took it as a chance to feel my bicep. I instinctively tensed my arm and I felt a little jump in Nolan’s grip as his body reacted to what it felt. This made me excited.
I shook my head no. Nolan had not let go of my arm and was now squeezing it as best he could. He let out a whistle.
“Sam, my man, that is one beautiful bicep. If I had a body like yours I would be down at Jacks and Jokers every night making men's dreams come true.”
I turned a deeper red and my head dropped even lower. At the same time my cock became rigid. Nolan brought his other hand up to my chest and placed it on my left pec. I immediately tightened my body there, as well.
“My God, man. That isn’t a chest. It’s a fuckin’ stone wall.”
I didn’t think it was possible, but my dick got harder. I couldn’t say anything. I just stood there while Nolan felt my arm and my pec at the same time. Finally he let go and I relaxed a little. Nolan took his hand and placed it under my chin. He lifted my head so I had to look down into his face.
“Sam, tonight we begin Operation Stud. This is the plan where I help you to realize what a beautiful man you are and how you have absolutely nothing to be shy about. Consider it my first and last month’s deposit since you didn’t ask for one. You are going to have to beat the guys off of you with a stick after I unleash your inner studness. Let’s get ready for some dinner and some fun. Don‘t say ‘no’ – you haven't any choice”
I watched Nolan wink at me and then turn quickly to walk down the hallway. I wanted to be excited about the possibility of Nolan helping me become an extrovert – but I knew it couldn’t happen. I was too controlled by my past. I was too scared. I was, however, mesmerized by this man with the infectious smile – not to mention that beautiful ass - the one I watched walk down the hall. I wanted to go with him more than anything in the world. For once my desire to be in the presence of someone else overcame my shyness. I went to my room to change – without even thinking. I also needed to give my cock a few minutes to calm down. Nolan was the Pied Piper and I wanted to follow him. I wasn’t in control of my actions anymore – I was reacting to something much more instinctive – something I think is called lust. But I also knew it was something else, too. I was blown away by Nolan’s ease with people – his outgoing personality – and his boldness. I wished deeply that I could be as gregarious as he was. I wanted to feel what it was like to not be shy and introverted.
I had quickly walked away from Sam to my own room because of the accident. I did not want him to see the wet stain that was forming in my crotch area. I had not anticipated how his body would feel. As soon as I grabbed his arm my cock had shot to full mast and even started leaking precum – all in just a few seconds. And suddenly my mind had lost control of my body. Something else had taken over. I reached up and place my other hand on his chest – for I knew it would feel like something from my fantasies. Sam was a fuckin’ stud and he didn’t even realize it. As soon as I felt that stone-like pec I lost all control of bodily functions. I was able to hide my ‘accident’ by quickly walking away. I began to get nervous because this living arrangement might not be the best. I had felt this kind of lust before – and it usually got me into trouble. Sam’s body definitely turned me on – really turned me on – but his personality did not. Don’t get me wrong - I liked the guy. But I needed someone who was a little more outgoing. I needed someone who didn’t hide from his own shadow. I needed a stud that could take control at times – and that was obviously not Sam.
At the same time, though, that body was incredible. It was probably the best body I would ever be this close to. I knew I wanted to see it naked more than anything in the world – and to feel every inch of it – but I also needed Sam to be bolder – more proud – of what he had to offer. I suddenly felt sorry for the guy. Something in his past had obviously made him this way. I knew I would probably never know what that was – but I slowly moved from lust to this incredible desire to take care of him. In the few minutes it took me to get ready I moved from an intense desire to sleep with Sam to a need to help him become the person I knew existed somewhere deep inside. I wished deeply that I could show him what an outgoing person could do with his looks and his body. I would have to help him become the stud I knew he could be.
I waited about fifteen minutes in the living room before calling out to Sam. I was afraid he had chickened out.
“Sam, the man, what’s taking you so long?”
Silence. I walked down to his door and knocked. The door opened slightly to show only Sam’s face.
“I, um, can’t decide what to wear.” Sam’s face flushed red for the thousandth time that night.
“Here let me help you.” I pushed on the door to walk in but it didn’t move an inch. Sam’s bulk prevented me from getting in. “Sam, I won’t bite. I promise. I can help you choose something to wear. Really. Please let me in.”
There was a slight hesitation in Sam’s face and then he stood back and opened the door. My reaction caused him to immediately shut the door again. All I did was let my jaw drop wide open and my eyes get as big as saucers. It was a natural reaction for any human being – considering what I saw. Sam’s body was, for me, incomprehensible. I am sure there are bigger guys in the world – and I am sure there are guys with more defined bodies – but let me tell you this – this was as close to perfection as I would ever see. Sam shut the door so quickly that I immediately doubted his body was as beautiful as it had seemed. I think I saw shoulder muscles (I don’t know what they are called) that were so rounded it looked like two basketballs were under his skin at both sides. I saw arms – I knew these were biceps – that looked like two more basketballs. They were perfectly rounded and bulging – and the guy wasn’t even flexing – they were just hanging down at his sides. And, holy crap, that chest! By the time I got to those two mounds of flesh at eye level the door closed. I did, however, notice that there didn’t seem to be a single hair or blemish on any part of that wall of muscle.
“Sam, wait a minute. I’m sorry. Really.” I knew my reaction had embarrassed him. “I was caught off guard, man. It’s just that I have never met anyone as built as you. I mean, I knew you were big and buff, but I had no idea how much. Please open the door. I promise not to gawk at you again. I know it was un-cool. It’s just that I really think that any guy who can build up his body that much deserves to be admired a little. You are incredible, dude. Really. I’m sorry that it surprised me so much. Please open the door.” I knocked again.
The door opened slowly and Sam stood there with his sweatshirt back on - covering that incredible upper body. I detected a slight smile on his face, but he was looking down so I couldn’t be sure.
“Thanks. I’m sorry. Let’s look at your clothes.” I quickly moved to the closet trying to keep my mind off of this guy’s body and also trying to make sure he didn’t know how much his muscles turned me on. I knew if I even slightly embarrassed him again he would not go out to the bar. I opened the closet doors and was overcome with the anal-retentive organization of all that was inside. Shoes were lined up and perfectly shined. His suits were all in a row and matched by colors. His dress shirts were perfectly pressed and, again, bunched by colors. There was nothing here for him to wear to the bar – unless he wanted to be Mr. Preppy. “Let’s look in your dresser.” I noticed that Sam’s bedroom furniture was all craftsman style. It was a beautiful bedroom. I opened one of the drawers of his dresser and, again, was amazed at how neat everything was. The polo shirts were each folded perfectly. There was a white polo shirt that would be perfect. I pulled it out and, as it naturally unfolded, its size amazed me. If I had worn this shirt it would have looked like a dress. “Here, wear this.”
I held the shirt out for Sam but he did not take it. Silence fell over the room again.
“That one is, umm, a little tight on me.” Sam was staring at the floor.
“That’s okay, man. As a matter of fact, that is really good. Seriously, I’ll let you know if it’s too tight. Okay? Try it on and we’ll see. I think this is the perfect shirt to wear.”
Sam reached out and took the shirt. I was stunned to think that huge shirt would be tight on him, but I had the feeling that many other surprises were in store because of Sam’s size. Sam just stood there – not moving. I finally realized he was waiting for me to leave. He wasn’t going to change in front of me. Damn, this guy was really shy!
“Okay, I’ll be in the living room waiting.” I walked into the other room and started trying to psych myself up for not reacting when he came out. I needed to not drool at the sight or act shocked by the size of this guy. I wanted to help him get over his shyness. After about two minutes Sam walked down the hall. I forced myself to casually look up and then immediately looked away acting like I was getting my keys off the table. Sam was beautiful. There were no other words to describe how the white shirt caused his summer tan to glow – or how his fucking fantastic body bulged in every possible place. The shirt was stretched pretty tight, like he said. He was the epitome of every gay man’s muscle fantasy – and he had no freaking idea. The shirt worked perfectly – especially for a night at Jacks and Jokers. “You look great, Sam. That shirt is perfect.”
And then there was a surprising comment. It came softly – but loud enough for me to hear. “You look great, too, Nolan. Those pants are perfect.” I looked up at Sam, but he had already turned towards the door. I knew that comment had taken every ounce of bravery in this man's body. I was impressed. But that was nothing compared to the back of the muscled stud walking in front of me. My knees buckled slightly as I stared at Sam’s enormous back. It was so fucking wide. He had thighs so thick that it made him look like he was hiding two small kegs in his pants legs. And the way his wide shoulders tapered into an insanely small waist – was mind blowing. I knew they called that a v-shape. And I knew that Sam had a v-shape that most men would die for. As you exit the condo there is a mirror by the door. As we left I saw how red Sam’s face was from his comment about my pants. But I also noticed a big grin. Right as he got to the door he caught my gaze in the reflection. There was a brief moment when I know we both realized the potential behind this newfound friendship. It only lasted for a second – for Sam’s eyes went back to looking at the floor as he opened the door.