My Roommate's Body 2
by Londonboy
Dinner was magical. I felt like I was in heaven. Nolan took me to one of his favorite places – it was called Amici Mare. It was a small Italian restaurant near our place. It is really weird for me to think of my condo now as “our place” – having a roommate is so bizarre. I already felt less like a loner than ever before in my life.
Everyone in the restaurant knew Nolan. It was like he was the mayor of the city or something. As soon as we walked in I was nervous because there was a long line – but then I realized that Nolan had a “personal table” that was always available. The host (a beautiful Italian man name Frederico) walked up to Nolan and gave him a big hug – lifting him completely off the ground. He also gave Nolan a big kiss on the lips. I figured he must be an old boyfriend, but then I met Frederico’s wife and two sons (the young men were also quite handsome). Nolan introduced me to everyone and told all that we met that I was his new friend and roommate. Everyone embraced me (which embarrassed me a lot) and Frederico even went on about how big I was. He forced me to flex my bicep while he flexed his beside me. I could tell that Nolan knew all of this was embarrassing me, but he encouraged me to have fun. I was surprised at how much larger my arm was compared to Frederico. He is a big man himself, but not as big as me. My arm truly impressed Frederico and I noticed, again, the now familiar bulge in Nolan’s pants when he saw my arm.
Our waiter flirted with Nolan the entire meal. It was almost like I didn’t exist. At one point I actually felt myself getting jealous. I couldn’t believe it. I wanted Nolan to myself – I wanted him to tell me more of his many stories – but the waiter kept interrupting us. It was so frustrating. Also, throughout the meal, many people dropped by our table to say hello to Nolan. He was always intentional about introducing me. Most of the people that stopped by were men – and all of them were quite handsome. I was mesmerized by how comfortable Nolan was with people. He would stand and kiss men and women alike. He hugged everyone. People seemed to be drawn to him. And he was incredibly funny. How I longed to be that bold – to be that outgoing. I could tell that I was beginning to fall in love with Nolan – and it had only been a few hours since I met him. Or was I falling in love with his outgoing personality? I found him very handsome – gorgeous, in fact – but, mostly, I was entranced by his ability to be himself with everyone. I was in awe of how comfortable he was in his own skin. I longed to be like Nolan. I wanted to feel what it was like to be noticed and popular. I wanted to be comfortable in crowds – able to make people laugh – and hold my head up instead of looking down all the time.
All of this thinking must have made me even quieter than before because I looked up and saw Nolan just staring at me.
“A penny for your thoughts, sir.” That infectious smile crept across his face. Silence fell around us. I wanted to share everything that was going on inside of me. I wanted to tell him how I desperately wanted to not be shy. I wanted to tell him so much. But I couldn’t possibly share those thoughts. Instead I looked down at the table.
“I just think this is a little overwhelming for me. I’m not used to being around people. That’s all.”
“Well, if you don’t want to go to Jacks and Jokers we don’t have to. Really, Sam. We can go back and watch one of your movies from Netflix. I would be fine with that.”
My heart immediately swelled up in admiration for Nolan again. He truly meant what he said – I could tell. He would give up going to the bar for me – even though I had heard him tell at least six people we would meet them there. And although the night had already been too hard for me I could not ask him to give up his fun. I contemplated telling him to go on and I would just take a cab home, but I didn’t want to be away from him that soon. I wanted to see him “in action” some more. I hoped that some of his outgoing personality would rub off on me - just by association. I fantasized that people would think I was cute because I was with this great guy. Maybe someone would even think I was fun.
“No, that’s okay, Nolan. Thank you for the offer to change plans. I’ll be fine.” I forced a smile and pushed back the tears of joy that welled up inside me - because he was being so kind. I could make it through one night. I wanted to do this - for him.
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Dinner was so freaking hard. Even the drive to the restaurant was a burden. I had to carry the entire conversation. Sam was so fucking shy. Most of the time I was only able to get a yes or no out of him. And all the other times it was merely a nod of the head. If the entire night was going to be that hard then it was going to be one long boring evening!
But, my God, the man was so fucking beautiful. When I thought I could get away with looking at him – without him noticing and freaking out – I would turn and take a look at his left arm. The man was so wide that his arm almost came clear across the gap between the seats and touched my shoulder. I felt like a small child riding in a car seat beside him – even though I was driving. Sometimes he would tighten his hand and the bicep would bulge – causing areas of my body to bulge, as well. His arm was monstrous. Earlier I had compared it to a basketball – but now that I was this close I saw that this comparison might be cutting him short. The bicep was a work of art – peaks of muscle piled on other peaks – splitting into mounds of concrete going in every direction each time he tensed them. Twice I almost lost control of the car because I became so focused on his arm. It was a good thing he kept looking out the window to his right. I could tell he wanted to avoid looking in my direction.
And then there was his gigantic chest – a monstrous shelf of muscle - where it seemed that I could have laid out four place settings for a meal. For some reason Sam’s nipples were really hard and pressed the fabric of his shirt out even farther – the sight of tight erect nipples made my mouth water. It made me want to suck and nibble on that spot all night long. I forced myself to turn back to the road. After parking we had to walk a couple of blocks to the restaurant – and the entire way people openly stared at Sam. It was like I did not even exist. One guy actually ran into a parking meter on the sidewalk because he couldn’t take his eyes off of Sam. I felt like I should be handing out bibs to help people with the drool that might start coming out of their mouths. I completely understood everyone’s reaction, but it was a little unnerving. I found myself getting a little jealous – but then I started thinking about the fact that some people thought we were a couple. I slowly noticed that some guys looked at me with jealousy. I was in awe of how this gentle muscled giant could cause people to react in so many different ways.
I so wanted to know what that must feel like. I wanted to know what it was to be so muscled – and so big - that you caused people to blatantly stare or run into things. And, forgive me, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how wasted all that muscle was on someone like Sam. He was so shy. I kept going back to the idea that if I had his body for one day I would rule the gay world! These were all the emotions running through my head. I kept fluctuating between wanting to be Sam, wanting to help Sam, and wanting to be out for the evening without Sam. It was so confusing. The only time it wasn’t confusing was when I saw his incredible body. The entire world stopped when my arm would brush up against his and I would get a sense of how hard his muscles were. Letting him go before me through the door of the restaurant I placed my hand on his back and was overcome by the heat coming from the man’s body. It was like a steel girder still hot from being molded into place.
I took Sam to my favorite restaurant – Amici Mare. A friend of my family, Frederico, owns the place and he is always very kind to me. On this night, though, - when I walked in the door - with Sam - it was like I owned the place. All of the sudden Frederico came up to me, hugged me (lifting me off the floor), and kissed me on the lips. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that this macho Italian man was impressed with Sam, but wanted to show off his own strength and size. I had always lusted over Frederico’s good looks and body – until today. He seemed small to me when compared to my new roommate. Frederico went beyond where I thought he would when he insisted Sam flex his bicep next to his. I knew this embarrassed the hell out of Sam so I just acted like it was no big deal and encouraged him to do it. When he flexed his arm next to Frederico I saw immediately that it was a BIG deal – the biggest deal (I mean bicep) that I had ever seen. Probably the biggest one I would ever see! Frederico immediately became like a puppy that has been spanked. He could not believe what he saw when Sam flexed. It was like Frederico’s Italian manhood drained from his body immediately. I saw that Sam could have asked for anything and we would have gotten it. I believe Frederico, who was as straight as they come, would have let Sam fuck him right there in the restaurant at that moment. I know it. That’s how much Sam’s muscles blew him away. His two sons were affected the same way. I think all three of them would have closed the restaurant right then an there just to get the chance to feel, lick, and test Sam’s body. How I wished I had that power over men.
I jumped at the opportunity to impress Sam and asked Frederico for my favorite table (calling it my personal table). Frederico was so caught up in his muscle lust that he took us to that specific table – bumping us over a waiting list of ten groups. Sam had no idea that he was causing this reaction. He had been oblivious to people’s reactions on the street and he didn’t notice the lust in these men’s eyes either. As a matter of fact, he barely noticed anything – except I did catch him looking at my crotch as he flexed his arm. It was as if an inner voice told him my cock would harden beyond belief when he flexed the mountain that most people called his arm. I had to force myself not shoot my second load of the evening. Sam’s arm was beyond any fantasy I had ever created in my mind. And the guy didn’t have a clue about how he impacted people.
During our meal together the waiter, who had never given me the time of day, acted like he was flirting with me. It finally dawned on me that he wanted to cause a fight between Sam and me. I actually think he thought if we fought he would be able to swoop in and console the hurting Sam – winning over the muscled giant. The waiter’s name was Andy and he played on the local gay soccer team. He was very good looking – in that blonde surfer dude sort of way. I did not let on to the fact that Sam and I were just roommates. I wanted to milk the flirting as much as I could – and it was fun to see how frustrated Andy got when he received no reaction from Sam. Everyone probably thought Sam was just too cool for words or so “stuck on himself” that he didn’t give other people the time of day. This was mind blowing to me – that someone so shy and introverted could be perceived as manipulative and mean.
I was also amazed at how many guys that I barely knew stopped by our table to say hi. I knew it was just so I would introduce them to Sam – so, of course, I did. When Sam would go quiet and not say anything they would continue talking to me in hopes that they might be able to stay and get a longer look at the muscled stud. Many of them even asked if we would be at Jacks and Jokers later – and I knew they could care less if I showed up or not. I started to get depressed and became quiet – wishing I could physically make men swoon like Sam.
Of course throughout the evening I did not let on to Sam that I was feeling this way. I became more outgoing than ever. I hugged and kissed all those guys that usually ignored me. I loved the newfound attention that Sam brought me. I only wished that I could be the object of lust for other people. It was so wasted on Sam.
At one point in the dinner Sam became very quiet. I asked him what was bothering him and he told me that the evening was a little overwhelming. I knew he had been embarrassed a lot already so I offered to just go home and watch one of his movies from Netflix. I genuinely wanted him to feel comfortable, but I also secretly dreaded going to Jacks and Jokers and have to watch everyone swooning over Sam – while no one noticed me. It was probably going to be a rough night for my old self-esteem!
Sam thanked me for the offer to change plans, but said it would be okay to go to the bar. I could tell he appreciated my offer. I think, somewhere deep inside, he really wanted to go to the bar. It struck me that this actually might be his first time in a gay bar, and then I pushed that thought out of my mind. That was just not possible. I also thought there was something else drawing him to the bar – something that had to do with me, but I was feeling so down that I couldn’t conceive of what it might be.
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My heart was beating faster than the techno music pulsating from the bar as we walked up to the entrance. I had dreamed of this moment for so many years. Finally, I was being bold enough to walk into a gay bar. I wished there was a way for me to explain to Nolan how momentous this occasion was. I do believe that the sole reason I was about to step into Jacks and Jokers was because of Nolan’s infectious personality. Through him I had become bolder and stronger. We walked into the bar and I immediately regretted saying yes to coming. The bouncer inside the door, who was checking ids, looked at me like a piece of meat and said something like “Well, well, well. Muscle boy meet your muscle daddy.” I could tell that Nolan sensed how this made me feel and the fact that I wanted about to turn around and leave. He wrapped his arm around mine and smiled at the guy.
“The big boy is with me.” He then pulled me into the room and waved toward a table of guys. As we walked toward the table I marveled at the smallness of Nolan’s arm draped around mine. Even though it was not muscled like mine - it somehow made me feel bolder. I was empowered by his spirit – his energy. I also let my hand grip his hand tightly. I must have been very nervous because I tightened my hand too much. Nolan let out a short cry and I immediately let go of his hand.
“I am so sorry, Nolan. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m just so nervous. Really. Please forgive me. Are you okay?” I was on the verge of tears.
“Sam, forget it. You just caught me off guard, that’s all. I also think you don’t know your own strength. What probably seems like just a simple squeeze to you would probably crush most stones. Don’t worry about it. It kind of impressed me, anyway. You are one strong fellow. Come meet my friends.”
And with that Nolan led me to a table in the middle of the room where four guys were sitting on stools. He introduced me to Rob, Jeff, Rico, and Drew. They were all very kind to me and tried hard to include me in their conversation. Then Nolan said he wanted buy the next round and went to the bar to get our drinks. While Nolan was away I noticed something similar about the four guys at the table. They were all pretty big, well-built guys. I think I was bigger than each of them – but they each were very muscular. I also noted that they all really liked Nolan. Each of them made a point to tell me what a great guy he was.
I could tell Drew wanted to ask me a question. Finally he leaned over. “How long have you guys been going out?”
I was stunned. “We are just roommates. Really. We’re not dating.”
“I’d keep it that way if I were you. Nolan has a way of breaking hearts. The funny thing is - I don’t think he realizes he does it. Each of us at this table has had a thing for Nolan at some point. You could call us Nolan’s Broken Hearts Club. I think the problem is that Nolan never thinks he is good enough for someone. He is constantly putting himself down and thinks he needs to be someone other than himself. It’s kind of sad.”
The conversation was making me uncomfortable. I was embarrassed that I was getting this much information about Nolan and we had just met. I glanced up to the bar and noticed that he was still standing there waiting to be served. I quickly told Drew that I was going to go and help Nolan carry the drinks. As I walked away Drew told me to watch my heart.
When I got to the bar Nolan seemed frustrated. It was pretty crowded and I think the bartender hadn’t noticed that Nolan needed to be served. I squeezed my way beside Nolan and smiled at the bartender who was about to help someone halfway down the bar. The guy was pretty big and quite handsome. His must have been a great guy because he immediately turned away from the crowd in front of him and walked over to Nolan and me. He asked me if he could help me and I pointed to Nolan and said he wanted to place our order. Nolan didn’t acknowledge me, but kept staring at the bartender as he made our drinks. I helped carry the drinks back to the table.
Nolan seemed even more frustrated when we got back to the table. “That asshole didn’t even notice me until Sam walked up. Can you believe it?”
The table laughed. There was obviously an inside joke here. Drew tried to console Nolan. “Nolan, dude, you know that Atlas only likes guys who are bigger than him. You shouldn’t forget our motto for him – ‘he likes them big and stupid’. No offense, Sam.”
“Um, none taken, I guess. Is that his real name?”
Nolan continued to stare at his drink. Drew put his arm around Nolan’s shoulder. “I think he changed it legally.” Drew was laughing again. “I’ve heard his real name is Irvin.”
“It was like I wasn’t there. Really. And then Sam walks up and Atlas lights up like a Christmas tree. He comes bounding down the bar practically tripping over himself. It’s just not fair. All I ask is to be noticed! Just once I’d like to have the body that makes every head turn.”
“Nolan, sweetie, you’ve had a crush on that muscleman for five years. Let it go, already. Move on to someone else.” Drew was genuinely trying to console him. I could tell that my presence was making Nolan uncomfortable. I don’t think he liked me hearing about this part of his life. I also think he was somehow angry with me for getting Atlas’ attention. I was just trying to help.
Nolan turned to walk away. “I’m going to dance.” And he was gone.
After he was away from the table all four guys grabbed their drinks. Drew grabbed my wrist. “Come on Sam – you are going to want to watch this.” Drew dragged me through the crowd. We moved to the edge of the dance floor.
I was aware that many people were staring at me. I was feeling very uncomfortable until Drew raised his hand and pointed to the dance floor. “See Nolan over there? Watch him. He is a fantastic dancer and he always dances alone. Everyone watches him – he’s that good. And the crazy man doesn’t even notice that everyone is dying to dance with him.”
Let me tell you something – what I saw was wonderful – talking about it makes it seem like some sappy made-for-TV movie. It was like there was a spotlight shining just on Nolan. His dancing instantly mesmerized me. It was very masculine and, yet, flowed like a choreographed ballet. He seemed to be in a trance. His body found rhythm in the music that was hidden to most ears. His hips, his torso, his arms, his head, and that beautiful ass moved in a way that was both inviting and elusive at the same time. As he turned in a circle and I was able to get a full view of him from behind - my cock started to get hard. His dancing was a total turn on. I looked around the dance floor and saw that everyone was stealing glances in his direction. Some people standing around the floor were blatantly staring at him. Nolan was so into his dancing that he missed the fact that three people around him tried desperately to catch his eye. I could tell they were hopeful that he would start dancing with them. My cock was completely hard at this point. I knew the old saying – good dancers are good in bed. If that were true then Nolan definitely defined “dancing between the sheets!”
Drew whistled lightly as he stared at Nolan. “Whew, that boy can move. It’s a shame he doesn’t know how people feel about him. He really doesn’t know how cute he is. He thinks no one notices him. I need another drink.” Drew turned to walk away.
I continued to focus only on Nolan. “I think he’s beautiful.” I had said it softly, but it was me that said it - and I wasn’t embarrassed.
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I knew it was going to be a hard night when the bouncer spoke to Sam. That guy doesn’t talk to anyone. He’s like a marble statue. I have seen him knock two guys down with one sweep of his arm and never move any other part of his body. Everyone drools over that guy. He the best looking older guy I’ve ever seen. And to watch him work out is like watching a masterpiece being painted. He is perfect in every way. All the guys at the gym seem to tremble in his presence. And here he is going “weak at the knees” over Sam. Why couldn’t it be me with a body like Sam’s? He couldn’t even see hat the guy was flirting with him. He just clammed up because he was so nervous and shy. If I were Sam that bouncer and I would be in the back room right now ripping each other’s clothes off!
But it did give me a chance to wrap my arm around Sam’s monster arm. It felt great – hard - just like I thought it would be. I let my hand slide down his bicep as I draped my arm through his. It was like a bulging polished stone – no, a boulder! Again, my dick was stiff as a board in a flash. Thank goodness it is dark in the bar – no one was able to see my raging hard on. And then when he wrapped his fingers in mine I felt electricity shooting up my arm throughout the rest of my body. It was so nice that it took me a few seconds to realize that he was crushing my hand like it was a piece of paper. I let out a soft yell – but I really wanted to scream. As soon as he let go I realized that his grip had actually turned me on more. Sure it hurt a little – but my body instantly started sweating from the fact that I got to feel his incredible strength. I was sad that he let go of my hand. He then went right back into his “Clark Kent” imitation and was a bumbling timid guy. I wish Sam could see how powerful he is – not just in strength – but also in the power that he has over people. As soon as he walked into that bar almost every eye zoomed in on him. You could see the lust in everyone’s face. If I could just unleash the tiger that MUST be hidden somewhere inside of him - he could have had anyone in this bar – or everyone – at the same time!
I could tell that even Drew, Rico, Jeff and Rob wanted him as soon as they saw him. I purposely introduced him as my friend so they would think I was dating Sam. I knew Sam wouldn’t notice. I knew if he did it would make him very embarrassed – but he was too busy being shy. I truly wanted to help Sam have a good time. I wanted him to feel more comfortable with himself. I decided that a drink might help him. I was feeling generous so I offered to get the next round.
I know all the guys at the table, besides Sam, realized the main reason I was going to get drinks was to lust over Atlas. I still couldn’t believe the guy changed his name to that! I have known for a while that I am not the type of man that Atlas is attracted to – but that doesn’t matter. I still believe that he will one day realize that I was the man of his dreams. As usual, he was wearing a tight tank top that showed off his great body. Somewhere in the back of my mind I noted that his body was pretty small compared to Sam’s, but that didn’t make me want him any less. He had great hair, nice eyes, big muscles, and an even bigger attitude. What more could a guy like me want? I had witnessed him intimidating guys with just a stare or by stretching his muscled arms behind his head – showing off those great biceps. This was a man who knew how to use his body to get what he wanted. Maybe I should ask him to give Sam lessons.
In typical fashion Atlas ignored me. At one point I was standing directly in front of him, calling his name, and waving money – and, yet, he walked away. Why did I do this to myself? The guy was obviously an asshole – but that just made me want him more. My mind knew it was foolish – but my dick wanted to conquer the stud. I wanted to win him over. I wanted him to lust after me like I lusted after him.
At that moment Sam pushed his way to the bar beside me. I didn’t even turn to look at him – mainly because I could see his reflection in the mirror behind the bar. He truly looked unbelievable. The shirt I had picked out for him showed off everything that was spectacular about him. Broad shoulders, huge arms, perfect chest, and a “for-sure” flawless set of abs – all highlighted by his white shirt. I also saw in the mirror that everyone else was staring at him, too! And Sam didn’t notice a thing. He just looked down the bar and kind of smiled at Atlas. And that is when the night went from bad to worse.
I have never seen a guy move as quickly as Atlas did. He ignored some of his best customers and biggest tippers to make a beeline to Sam. I swear he wiped drool from the side of his mouth as he stopped in front of us. He never took his eyes off Sam – and he looked at every inch of him – every inch that was visible above the bar. When Sam told him that I was placing the order he didn’t turn to me at all. He just listened as I named the drinks and then proceeded to get everything while keeping his eyes toward Sam. Atlas also had the dumbest grin on his face and was saying anything to impress Sam. He complimented Sam’s body, told him his shirt was fantastic, and then asked about his workout routine. Sam was oblivious to everything and just answered in short sentences or grunts. I could tell Sam was very uncomfortable and wanted to get away from the bar. Even in the midst of my anger over being ignored by Atlas, I began to feel sorry for Sam. We finally got our drinks and we walked away. Atlas told Sam to come back to see him later. That put me over the top. I got back to the table and I was fuming. When I complained the guys just openly blabbed about my crush on Atlas – in front of Sam. I didn’t want Sam to know all that stuff on the first day we met. I decided I needed to get away – so I went to dance.
On the dance floor I noticed Sam and Drew on the side watching everyone. I knew I should go back and not leave Sam alone. I am sure he was feeling awkward and uneasy. But I couldn’t pull myself away from the dance floor – especially when I saw everyone in the room stealing glances at the muscled stud in the white shirt! I couldn’t go be nice to Sam – I wanted too much to be Sam!