Anticipation And Former Roommate 2

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

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.

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written by balancedguy2