SURPRISING LUCK WITH ROOMMATES (adult-friends, college, interracial)Author email: yo[dot]cfcf[at]gmail[dot]com I appreciate all feedback! Thanks everyone for your input!
Part 1
Right before the second year of law school (three years total), my brother decided to move to another city, leaving me in need of a roommate. I had found a nice two-bedroom apartment in Lincoln Park, a yuppie neighborhood of Chicago, but was hoping to find a roommate to help keep my housing costs down. After all, I was a law student in the US, making negative-tens of thousands of dollars a year in student loan debt.
One of my classmates, Cecilia, told me she had exactly the person for me to meet, and she introduced me to her friend Raul, who was a year ahead of us and graduating the following spring. Cecilia and Raul knew each other through the affinity groups for Hispanic and veteran lawyers - she had served in the Navy, while Raul was a former Marine. Raul was a tall, built guy - he was 6 years older than my 26, an avid Crossfit junkie, and had a boyish smile. He towered over me at 6'4 and 200 pounds of muscle; I was a more average build, 5'6, 150 pounds, and Asian. He had both Mexican and Native American heritage. Raul had been a summer associate at a firm out in California, and was planning to move back after graduation, but his landlord decided to sell his condo and so he needed a new place.
Raul and I met for lunch to get to know each other better. I explained to him that I was gay and I hoped that wouldn't be a problem; he said he wouldn't mind. He himself was straight and had a young child with an ex-girlfriend, about 3 years old at the time. "We aren't getting back together, but I do like to be in Luis's life," he mused. "But, I'm moving back to Cali next year, and have no intentions to be distracted by women in this last year." I thought quietly to myself about all the women (and perhaps men, too) who would love to get with this stud. I'm too timid to make a pass at a straight guy - especially one so much fitter and bigger than me - but I can't say I wouldn't fantasize about it.
We seemed to get along, so I asked Raul if he wanted to room together. After showing him the apartment, he agreed, and we signed the lease together. We both moved in on a hot August day; I took the master bedroom and a slightly higher portion of the rent, while he took the other room. Moving day was fairly uneventful, although he did realize that most of his suitcases - including all of his clothing - had gotten stuck with the movers and wouldn't be arriving for a week.
The next day, I got back while Raul was in the shower. I picked up a bunch of dirty clothes off the floor, not realizing that they were his workout clothes, not mine, and tossed them into the laundry machine to start the wash. Now, our apartment was not the largest, so we had a European combo washer-dryer - the type that would take 3 hours to finish the entire cycle. I thought nothing of it, then returned to the living room to watch some TV.
A few minutes later, Raul came out dressed only in a towel, drops of water still covering his fit body. "Did you see my clothes on the floor? I was hoping to use them again - turns out they were my only non-work clothes here," he chuckled. I apologized and told him I had thrown them in the laundry. "Oh no!" he laughed. "Is it OK if I just hang out like this? I don't want to make you uncomfortable, and it's either this or dress clothes, which seems like overkill." "I don't mind," I responded.
It was hard not to look at this handsome stud wearing so little, and I guess my gaze lingered a bit too much. "Like what you see?" He cheekily asked. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare, just a little hard not to." "I don't care, bud," he answered, "I'm comfortable in my body. Plus, can't say I mind the attention. I used to like hanging out in almost nothing at home anyway."
With that vote of confidence, I smiled sheepishly and took him in with my eyes. He had large, perky, dark nipples on his caramel skin, and a tattoo of a Native American symbol on his left chest. He was smooth except for his armpit hair, and well toned. There was no treasure trail leading down to the towel, but I could see a bit of his dark pubic hair poking from the top.
"You like?" He asked. "I do, haha," I responded. "Shame you are planning to avoid all the action you could be getting. You're certainly comfortable being undressed."
"I kind of like it," he said, almost a little quiet. "I guess I'm a bit of a show-off? But I do like the attention, and I kind of like it from anyone. I don't necessarily want to have sex or anything, but I do like being exposed."
"Well, how about you drop the towel then?" I asked, emboldened a bit by our chat. He smiled and obliged, and a six-inch, thick, uncut dark penis emerged, with a deep purple head poking from beneath the foreskin. He wasn't hard, but he wasn't totally soft, somewhere between soft and a half-boner. He had large, egg-sized balls, and was trimmed, but not shaved below. I could see his strong, tree-trunk legs now.
"You look like a statute," I blurted out, nervously laughing. "Thanks man," he responded. "I hope you don't mind, I'm not trying to be a tease." I shook my head. "I'm enjoying the show."
"You said I look like a statue," he said suddenly. "I kind of like that. Like, I could be some furniture or art piece, haha." What I would give to have a live art piece like that, I thought to myself. Then he said something unusual: "If you were looking at me like a sculptor, or deciding whether to buy a piece of furniture, what would you think? Anything you would change?"
"That's a weird question," I said. He laughed. "I could use the feedback. Want to take a closer look? As long as we're not doing anything sexual, feel free to have a feel." I approached him nervously, and touched his nipples which stiffened up. "Sorry, cold hands," he said. "Maybe get rid of my tattoo?"
"No," I said. "Kind of makes you look like a unique, custom piece. By the way, a little weird to talk about you like a thing," I caught myself. "I don't know why, but I like it," he said. "I like feeling like an object for your use a little bit - again as long as we aren't doing anything sexual. That OK?" He asked.
"I suppose so. I've never had any custom furniture built, much less a hot guy like you," I answered. "Well what would you think about that?" He asked. "I don't plan to hook up with anyone, but I do like being naked and I do like being... a visual talking point," he murmured.
"Do you mind if I inspect the goods?" I asked. This was getting a little weird, but I had not been so turned on in my life. "I'm furniture - touch away," he said. I told him to put his hands behind his head so I could access everything. He followed, putting his busy armpits on display/
I tested him by running my hands down his abs. He smiled but didn't flinch. I then lowered my hands and grazed his dick. "Still OK?" I asked. "No worries," he said. "Inspect away. Just don't jerk me off or anything."
I grasped the thick dick in my hands - already larger than my below average cut dick, which was 4 inches or so when hard. I peeled back the foreskin and rubbed the purple head with my thumb. He shivered. "Just let me know if I should stop," I said, a little concerned that I was crossing a line. "All good," he responded. "Gotta make sure you are getting what you want."
I asked if he could turn around and bend over. He did, and his thick, muscular ass was in view. I spread his ample cheeks to see a hairy asshole wink back at me. I smiled. This was more than any fantasy I could have dreamed up.
I stepped back and had a seat, while he stood there completely naked, with his legs shoulder width apart. His hands remained behind his head. Military training, I thought to myself. "What do you think?" He asked.
"I like what I see," I said, "and it would be great to have a human piece of furniture in this place, particularly such a fine specimen and custom with that tattoo," I said. I thought I saw his dick chub up slightly at that. I thought to myself how weird it was to have this conversation with another guy, particularly a straight man.
"You asked if I would change anything, OK if I give some feedback?" I asked. Now it was time to really see how this was going. He nodded eagerly. "Of course - want to make sure the customer is getting what they want." "Well," I started, the only thing is that I would personally shave your asshole to keep it clean. Plus, would be nice to have some sort of mark that this is my furniture," I said.
"What did you have in mind?" He asked. "Like, a barcode or something?" I was shocked - I thought I was going to be lucky to get a dog tag or something like that. "Yes," I gulped. "Maybe a barcode tattoo and a 'property of?' tag on your skin? Shouldn't be a problem since you've already got one, right?" I was almost incredulous at how far I was pushing it.
"Of course," he responded. "Do you want to come with me when I get that done?" "I'd love to," I responded. "Should we come up with some house rules for this arrangement?" He agreed. The list we came up was as follows:
- Raul was not to wear any clothing in the apartment whenever it was
just us two there. If he came from outside, he would immediately
strip.
- There would be no sexual touching between us - no oral or anal sex. I
note that we didn't discuss handjobs, but that was for another time.
- Any improvements to his body he would pay for. "For the customer," he
said, beaming with pride. "I want you to be proud that I'm a
furniture piece in your house."
"May I put my hands down and get ready, so we can go to get myself groomed to your specifications?" he asked. Only then did I notice that he had stood on display the entire time. "Yes, we should."
"What should i wear?" He asked, as the washing machine finally finished running. I fished out his sleeveless workout shirt and grey shorts. "No need for underwear." "Sounds good," he said," again smiling widely. I passed him his flip flops. "I'm ready when you are," he said. As we headed out, I wondered to myself how I got so lucky, and what was going to happen with this roommate situation.