My new roommate

chapter 2

He'd come and go from his job as a waiter at McNally's. He always looked good in his uniform, a tightly stretched red shirt with a McNally's logo over the left breast pocket. It showed his huge pecs and strong arms. His pants gripped his thighs with their khaki fabric. I bet he got great tips. I had been tortured by the sight of him strutting around looking ridiculously hot for two months.

I had walked in from work early one Friday. I craved the weekend. I went to get a soda from the fridge and there he was in his briefs bent over rifling through some leftover pizza. "Alex?" I called, letting him know I was there.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't know you would be home so early," he said with a blush, like he was embarrassed of his body or something.

"I don't mind." I realized that was kind of overtly gay. "Bro." I was standing behind the counter, my lower half out of view. He was big as ***, not as toned as when he first got here, but still big and strong looking. I was only 5'10" and 141 pounds, so he looked huge. I felt really stupid for even hoping he would be slightly interested in me. I was not going to kiss that cute little tummy he was sporting, or get my face in that bubble butt of his. ***, being gay was hard, and this wasn't even one of the more serious issues I had to face.

"Have you gotten bigger since you've got here?" I asked.

"Is it that noticeable?" His hand rested on his beefier middle.

"You look good." I wondered if that showed that I liked him. "And I can tell your workouts are still happening. You're looking jacked--uh, man." I was so straight.

"Thanks." He smiled. He flexed his arms for me and I was going to cum in my pants any second now. His cock bulged in his briefs, and it was doing me in. I could only imagine what'd look like if he was hard, letting me play with it. "Let's have a guy's night out. Know any good clubs?"

"Yeah," I said, raking my brain for an idea of where we could go. I was going to take him to Sven's. It was a gay dance club. It was time for me to be honest with him. I couldn't in good conscious look at his ass in his tight underwear if he thought I was his hetero roomie. "Be ready at nine."

He was in a nice pair of jeans and a tight black t-shirt. I was in basically the same thing, but my shirt was blue and kind of baggy. I felt frumpy next to him. I wasn't ugly or anything, and I went to the gym four times a week, but I knew he was what most people wanted. We pulled up to Sven's at ten. It was packed; it always was. We walked in and saw the dance floor was full of guys, as was the bar.

"There's a lot of dudes in here," he said, speaking loud enough for me to hear over the music. "Is this, uh, is this a gay bar?" he asked, a look of awe on his face.

"Yeah," I said, almost chickening out and telling him it was a joke. I could tell him I wanted to come make fun of some homos, but I couldn't. I couldn't stand being closeted around him. I had been in it long enough before I met him, and I wasn't too keen on going back in just to cover my ass. "I'm gay. I didn't know how to tell you so I brought you here."

"They don't have these back home. I've always wanted to come to one."

"I'm sorry, what? Why?" I needed clarification. I was in disbelief. Major disbelief.

"I'm gay too." I could hear a choir of angels in the background. Maybe there was hope yet, and boy did I have hope. "I kind of figured you were too. I'm glad. I've never had any gay friends before." Out of all of that, the one thing that stuck with me was the word friend. I was pathetic.

"So have you ever--," I began as the music picked up. Some guys similar in build to Alexander pulled him onto the dance floor. They were all over him. I kind of figured he would be snatched up by someone much hotter than I was. I stood for moment, waiting for him to come back over, but he kept on dancing. It looked like he was having a good time at least, and that was all that really mattered in the end. I got a huge drink and went over to a table. I had about six of those and I felt a whole lot better.

"Can we go? It's a bit much in here, you know?" Were they talking to me? I think they were. I think I was being spoken to. He sounded so familiar. "Can we go out to, like, dinner tomorrow?" he asked.

"Are--are you good to--who are you? My friend is--I'm waiting for my friend Alex." I didn't drink very often.

"You're drunk?" he inquired, laughing at me. I didn't like being laughed at.

"Am I drunk though? Is anyone really drunk? Think about it."

"I'll get back to you on that," he said, trying to get me to speak reasonably. "I'm Alex, your roommate. I'm the friend."

"I'm waiting for an Alex. Do you know all the Alex's in the world? Is there an Alex club?" He looked at me for a moment and things began to register in my mind. Alex was who I was waiting for and he was sitting right next to me. "Oh, Alex! Alex, my man, you sir, have a great ass." I felt myself pantomiming the shape of his butt. "I must dream about rimming that thing every night."

"Huh?" he asked, standing, and pulling me out of the booth.

"What? It's pretty black and yellow--no, white. It's pretty black and white. I want to have sex with my roommate Alex, but it's 'posed to be a secret." I felt myself stumble. "Drive?" I held out my keys.

"I can drive. Let's go." We were in the car and I didn't remember how we got there. I was just glad we were out of Sven's. It was always 100 degrees in there and I was sweating like a sinner in church. "What--?"

"What?" He had asked a question, but I hadn't caught majority of it. I never got this ***ed up usually, so I wasn't sure why I chose tonight of all nights to have a pity party for myself and get sloshed.

"So what do you dream about?"

"If you would get a little bigger. Like with a meaty belly and thighs. I bet your ass would get huge. That would be so hot, dude." I felt myself start sobbing. "I love you so much." Why did I have to be such a sloppy drunk?

"What if I did get fat?"

"I would feed you and rub your tummy and love you forever."

"Would you?" he asked, laughing. He probably thought I was a freak. His background experiences and concept of normality probably was way different than my own. I needed to learn to keep my fantasies online.

"Of course! But I could never tell you all of this. You would--you would call me a freak and stop being my roommate. That would make me sad, hell, it'd be downright the most depressing thing ever," I said solemnly. "And whose ass would I get to stare at all the time?"

He took me up to the apartment and put me to bed, and then it was morning. Shit. It wasn't morning; it was nearly one in the afternoon. I brushed my teeth and took a quick shower. I wondered if Alex came home with me. He probably went home with one of those guys. Had I gotten a cab last night? I was going through the house when I saw him on the couch, asleep. His belly was full and bloated, and his shirt was riding up. He was also only wearing his briefs and he was sporting a pretty stiff erection. There he was. God he looked so full. What if he got even fatter?

I liked him as a person. I loved his body. I loved his smell, the little farm jokes he made, the way he laughed--his voice. It wasn't just how hot he was. I honestly enjoyed hanging out with him as well.

I wanted to wake him up but I didn't have a reason to. I walked over to him. Walked away. Walked back. I leaned over him to shake him awake gently, and I could smell him. His strong scent was mixed with the smell of chocolate sauce. I was going to wing it. Nope, bad idea. I was going to walk away when he suddenly woke up. Now I looked like some crazy stalker who watched him sleep. "Brian?" he called. "What are you doing?" Brian the weirdo, yep that was me.

"What is anyone doing in life? You ever think about that?" I needed to get a grip. I should've just left things as they were and taken him to a normal bar last night. I could go back to pining over him from the shadows. It was better than this awkwardness.

"Huh? What're you talking about?" he asked, sitting up.

"I'm sorry. I think I might still be a little drunk." That kind of felt true. I prayed that I was. "I was, uh, I don't feel that well." I turned abruptly and ran back to my room. I locked the door, jumped on my bed, and buried my face in a pillow. I sucked at lying. I didn't have a clue of what I should have said. There was a knock at my bedroom door. I could have died.