Anticipation and the Former Roommate

Anticipation and the Former Roommate by BalancedGuy2

Part 1

I hung up the phone, eager to spend time with you. During college I never had the courage to act upon my desire for you. Blond, 6'2", with 210 pounds of farm-raised muscle, you seemed so far out of my league that being good friends was good enough. You let me have a glimpse at the world of the football team with your great bodies and stories of your sexual experiments with one another. I was thankful for that even if my main outlet was fantasizing about you guys and jerking off. Even so, all through college our friendship grew and deepened.

College is now years in our past, but we are still good friends. I always make a point of keeping in touch you with after graduation Christmas cards and a letter or phone call every few weeks. We keep each other current on our lives and adventures, We are both still living alone, so I know there could still be a chance, but moving the other side of the country had pretty much ruled out any face-to-face visits.

Now, however, I have a great job offer in your city. Well, it is really just an interview for a great job, but I will get to see you again. Maybe I can finally get beyond the "just friends" level.

Having the interview appointment, I call you to let you know I will be in your town. As I sometimes do, I have opened and flipped through our old yearbook before we speak on the telephone. The bookmarks show each page your photograph appears: on: the portrait, the football team picture, and that candid of you - shirtless and sweaty - playing Frisbee in the quad, the afternoon sun casting deep shadows, really showing off those thick muscles of your back and your huge, sculpted biceps and triceps. As I sometimes do, I almost unconsciously begin to lightly massage my crotch before I dial your number.

Once our conversation is over, I hang up the phone, buoyant about the job but even more so about your insistence that I stay with you and not at a hotel. Soon I will see you again! It will be so good to see you again, to get to talk face to face! Also, soon I might have a chance to go after that legendary cock of yours, to savor all your muscle, to spend days with you in bed! If only I can gather the courage.

Will you be as hot? Will I be able to interest you? Will my time in the gym pay off and at least get me a chance? I'll have to watch carefully for some signs. Our friendship is too valuable to risk, but my desire for you is also too strong to ignore any longer.

Part 2

The days pass by. I work out with more intensity than usual. In my mind I always see you, your massive, well-defined build and great cock inspiring me to push just a little bit harder, to push out one more rep. Will I finally get to taste your meat? Will I finally get to touch and taste all that well-proportioned mass? I hoped so and envision just that as I jerk off that night in bed. "I can offer a massage," I think. That will be a good way to show off my new talents and new muscle and to get you to strip down. If I get you naked, I know I will have the courage to proceed. Well, I might have the courage or maybe just the lust which won't let me stop or turn around. Only a few days and my hands and mouth will be on you.

Part 3

The day finally arrives. As promised, you meet me at the airport. I check you out as you walk across the terminal. The loose knit shirt does nothing to hide the massive shoulders and luscious chest. Your chest, so broad and deep with muscle, bounces slightly as you walk towards me. You're so obviously in great shape and look even better to me than you did in college. Your quads look great in those jeans, my friend. Even dressed so modestly, you have me hungry for you, I have to work at not going right for your muscles as we greet and begin to catch up.

"Yes, the interview is tomorrow at 10," I say as we drive to your place. "That gives me almost all of Friday and the almost the whole weekend for us to hang around together. But you're working tomorrow, aren't you?"

"Sure, but here's a key so that you can get back in after the interview. It's not all that far from my place. I got you a map so you can get there either by mass transit or cab."

We spend the evening talking, getting caught up. I try not to stare at those great pecs of yours, try not to let my eyes wander down to your crotch and thighs, despite how much I want to explore them. I don't want to be too impulsive and I don't want to risk messing things with you and bringing that into the interview.

The evening ends with your bringing down bedding for the futon in the living room. "Tomorrow when the interview is over," I think, "I want to be in bed with you, exploring those muscles and that cock. I can be patient tonight." If all goes well, I'll have lots of time to move beyond being just your friend.

Part 4

I lay on the futon and listen to you readying for bed. I long to see you, to join you. But thoughts of the interview are there, too. I can not afford to be too distracted if I am to do well tomorrow. And if I do well tomorrow, I will be living in this city, close to you.

My hand reaches down to soothe the hard on you have once again inspired. Only this time you are so close and not across the country.

Part 5

The next morning I hear you showering as I wake up. The shower stops while I am making up the futon bed. Before I know it, you are standing behind me.

I jump when you say "Good morning."

I turn and see your nearly naked body. Just a pair of briefs. "Wow!" I say involuntarily. Up so close, your shoulders look so much broader, your chest so much meatier, and arms so much larger and more powerful.

You smile and say, "Wow?"

I'm a bit flustered but manage to say, "You're in even better shape than you were in school, aren't you?"

"Not just me," you say. "It looks like you've added a couple of inches to that chest and those arms of yours."

"Yeah, thanks, but I don't think I'll ever be as well built as you."

"You're getting closer and closer, bud. I'm sure you don't get any complaints."

I am left pretty much speechless and glance over your body. In the boxer briefs your quads look especially powerful. That bulge of yours, too, has me unconsciously licking my lips and off in fantasy.

"...so I'll meet you back here for dinner. We can go out some place, hopefully to celebrate," you're saying when I finally come to.

"Why don't I cook tonight?" I offer. "It will be a way to partially repay for your hospitality. Besides I will have most of the day free after the interview."

"No thanks required, buddy"

"No, really, I want to make dinner for you and can't do enough to thank you for letting me stay here." Also, feeding you will give us more time alone. It might give me the courage to offer you that massage and lead things back towards the bedroom. First I will feed you and massage you, Then, if all goes well, you'll feed me and I'll savor all that muscle and cock of yours.

Part 6

The interview goes great. I have been doing more than fantasizing about you, my friend. My hours of research and preparation pay off. The company is impressed with how much I know about them and the many ways I show them my skills will benefit the firm. To my surprise, I'm offered the job on the spot!

I now have a new job and a bigger salary, but more important, now I will be living close to you!!

What I can't do is procrastinate more. All through college I meant to speak up, hoped to find just the right moment or right situation, but then we graduated. We moved thousands of miles apart before I ever had the courage or saw the opportunity.

I can't let more time go by; I can't just wait for the right moment; I have to MAKE the moment right. Besides, any gap that used to be between us, the engineer and the jock, is a lot smaller now and our friendship is a lot bigger now. Maybe now's the time I stop feeling so guilty about wanting you so much. Maybe now I finally get to bridge the gap between our friendship and my lust for you.

The investment of years in the gym at least make me feel I have a chance now, too. More important, our friendship is a lot deeper

Part 7

I get home from the interview and change clothes. I go to a neighborhood store and get groceries. I pick up some wine, too, for our celebration.

The dinner is fairly simple. The focus is more on the good news of the job and my moving close by. You give me many ideas of areas to check out. I follow you and make mental notes, but my mind, of course, keeps coming back to that luscious, muscular bulk of yours.

"What do you say I give you a massage?" I ask boldly.

"When did you learn to give massages?"

I took some courses and have worked on a number of friends. Not a pro or anything, but I really like giving them and give good deep tissue work."

"Okay," you say casually. "Do you want to clear the table and do the dishes first?"

"No," I say, not wanting to give myself the chance to back out. I take a look at the futon and say, "I think we should probably use your bed for this. There will be more room for me to maneuver and get all over your body."

"Okay, sounds good."

Upstairs we go. As well climb the stairs, you strip off your knit shirt and I start to get hard looking at your tight ass and how your waist flairs out to that thickly muscled back and broad shoulders. Your powerful arms are involuntarily pushed away from your torso and your hands nearly brush against each way as we climb the stairs.

Once in the room, you sit on the bed. You lean over to pull off your shoes and socks, and I nearly drool over how those huge, hard pecs of your bulge and move as you lean.

"You gonna strip too?" you ask. "I can give a massage after you do me."

"Sure. Let me get my oils from my bag. I'll be right back."

I race back downstairs and get the sesame oil. When I return you are naked, face down, on your large bed. I strip down quickly.

"Just close your eyes and relax. I will work up from your feet and do your entire back first," I say. Hopefully my hard on will not be spotted, at least not yet.

Your body is magnificent, better than my fantasies all these years! My thumbs work deeply into your muscles. I hear you moan in appreciation as my hands work deeply into your calves, into your thighs, and then into your back.

Soon I am really into the massage, in "the zone" rather than in my lust. I straddle you and work that meaty back of yours. I have you raise your arms up alongside your head and work those powerful guns of yours, too.

"Okay?" I ask when I am ready for you flip over.

You simply moan and say. "You're great at this, as good as the pro I've gone to."

"Thanks. Want me to do your front now?"

You pause and move your head so you can talk to me. "Yeah, I would, but I have the same problem I usually have with a massage. I got a huge hard on, bud."

I am breathless and speechless.

"The pro usually just lets me wait it out and then has me flip over. That way nothing 'inappropriate' happens."

"He's a pro and you were there for a massage. Me, I'm a friend and," I pause, gathering my courage, "I'd love to take care of you that way, too, if you'd let me."

"A friendly hand job?"

"More, if you want! I've been hot for you ever since our sophomore year," I blurt out. "I just never thought there was any chance. You had all your jock friends with their great bodies and all..." I trail off, a little embarrassed and a little worried that perhaps I have said too much.

Now you are on your side, your torso turned and supported with your one arm. "I think sex with you would be a lot more special than just casual sex. We've been friends for what, nearly eight years? Our having sex would be fun. You know, you've always looked pretty good to me, even in your skinny college days, I just thought you didn't want to be anything but friends."

"No, I probably always wanted more, I just thought I didn't measure up. I've stroked off thinking of you more times than I care to admit."

"Fuck, I'm more interested in the man than the muscle, bud. My fucking around with my teammates was because we were teammates and buddies, not because they were built big. I like sex and I like having sex with friends."

"I was always afraid I'd lose you as a friend. As hot as you got me, I was always afraid I'd make a move and lose you as a friend."

"I'm glad I mean that much to you. I'm sorry I wasn't a lot clearer in college," you chuckle. "I guess I could have saved you a lot of anguish and we could have had a lot of good times already. You're one of my closest friends. I think our getting off together is going deepen the friendship. Better late than never, right?"

I am stunned but manage to catch my breath. I lay down next to you, each of us on our sides. My hands begin to feverishly caress those huge muscles of yours. You lean in and begin to kiss me deeply, your tongue jutting forcefully into me. Your hands reach around and pull me against you. Our two hard cocks rub against one another. At last we are together.