I had been searching for a place to rent that was located near my place of employment. A friend emailed me a list of available rooms in a large apartment complex only two blocks from my office. The first unit captured my attention, and I decided to look into it. The next day I met with the man who would turn out to be my future roommate. His name was Andrew. The apartment had two bedrooms and two baths. It had a nice private deck with an exceptional view of the city. As he showed me around, I could see a lot of weight training equipment and heavy barbells in his bedroom, and he looked very muscular.
From what I could tell, Andrew had a physique like those guys in extreme body building magazines and online muscleman sites. I must admit that I was a bit intimidated, and he could sense that I was uncomfortable. Fortunately, he was so friendly and personable that he made me feel more reassured.
I told myself that the rent was reasonable, the view was incredible, and Andrew seemed interesting and sincere. Therefore, I decided it was worth a try, and moved in with him. I was able to work from home almost every day. He was at the gym working out for hours, so I had a lot of privacy and time to myself.
Andrew made me feel at home and welcome, which I appreciated. I think I needed that feeling, being a young single guy without a girlfriend, and somewhat lonely. We got along really well and I was a little surprised how considerate he was. It was so cool to have a roommate who I could consider as a buddy. He wasn't attached, and neither was I, so we both had time for each other.
We hit it off so well that after a few days we both felt comfortable talking about our previous girlfriends. It so happened that we both broke up with our last girlfriends about the same time. He said he met his ex-girlfriend at the gym, but she moved to South America, and they couldn't maintain a long-distance relationship. My ex-girlfriend seemed to lose interest in me, and she started seeing another guy. We really opened up to each other. It was easy to share my thoughts with Andrew. Discussing personal things made us much closer, and supportive.
A few days later we went out for pizza, and we had a great time and some good laughs. I was even starting to get secure with his extreme muscularity. But, it was a little disconcerting being in public with him. Everyone, both women and men, would always stare at his massive physique. After we were seated, he took off his jacket, and his muscles seemed to explode from the stretched out T-shirt he was wearing. Everyone could see how massive he was, especially me. I found myself glancing at his body throughout dinner, trying to make sure I wasn't too obvious.
I struggled, without much success, to divert my eyes from all that hard bulging muscle. I crossed my mind that I was growing somewhat infatuated with him. Being around him even made me consider if I was gay. Maybe my interest in his extreme body was normal. After all, men were staring at him too. So what's the big deal? I'm pretty sure that Andrew knew I wanted to focus my eyes on his body, without restraint. That's why he wore such a revealing shirt. I figured that he simply liked showing off. But, was that consider gay on his part, or was it natural to want to show off such a giant muscle body?
As for me, I think that I have a nice and firm yoga physique. I got into the habit of shaving my entire body a few years ago when I had a skin condition, and it helped cure the problem. I never had that much hair anyway, so it was relatively easy to shave off the small amount that was there. I grew to like being totally hairless and smooth, so I continued shaving habitually. It made me feel sexier.
I noticed Andrew also shaved, just like most body builders do in order to accentuate their muscular development. For whatever reason, I figured he shaved everything smooth, including his private parts, just like I did. At times I considered if my shaving could be construed as homosexual, and acknowledged this might be considered feminine. But, I told myself that I simply thought I looked better all smooth.
I love to cook, so I started preparing dinners for the both of us. I always tried to time our dinner in order for it to be ready to eat when Andrew returned from the gym. I was conscientious about his dietary needs, including his requirement for lots of muscle-building protein. He was very grateful and always expressed it. He even said that I was the best roommate that he ever had. I enjoyed pleasing him, and I didn't necessarily expect those feelings.
He reciprocated by teaching me a little weight-lifting routine for my body type. I developed more definition and even added a few pounds of muscle to my thin frame. He was very encouraging, and on several occasions said, "You look really good and toned up."
Andrew let me use the weight set he had in his bedroom, which was more than enough for me. I couldn't even lift up most of the heavy weights he had. He didn't mind that I worked out in his room when he was at the gym, and said, "Feel free to use them, I really want you too." He was gone most of the day, and I normally set aside time to train with his weights for at least an hour.
I found myself looking at his amazing body more frequently. Most of the time, Andrew wore loose clothing like sweats, but every so often I would see his body more exposed. During those all too rare opportunities, it was hard not to stare at all that muscle. I hoped he would show more of himself, but I wouldn't dare ask. I even found myself wishing that he would let me feel up his muscles. They were so big and dense. I wanted to touch them. I became so familiar with his body, that I could tell he was growing bigger, heavier muscle mass.
One day, when Andrew returned from the gym, I summoned up enough courage to tell him that I noticed his body was getting more muscular, and said, "I can sure tell you're getting bigger muscles, if that's even possible."
He was very pleased that I told him, and replied, "Actually, you've motivated me to work out harder. I'm so glad you noticed the results."
Wow, I wasn't exactly sure how to interpret that, but it made me blush. There was an awkward silence between us, and I just looked down at the floor trying to figure out what to say next.
Finally, I said, "Well, you also motivate me to work out, and I appreciate being able to use your weights." I explained that, "I really like the sensations of working out, and firming up my body."
He appeared very happy hearing that, and replied, "Yeah, I've noticed you're getting lots of definition and firmness, and I like that." That statement immediately made me wonder if he was attracted to my body. I was obviously toying with that possibility.
We both quickly started talking about other topics. But, the exchange about each other's bodies had a somewhat sexual impact on me, and I think on him as well. I felt like I broke the ice now, and could openly compliment Andrew about his physique, whenever I wanted. I also felt encouraged to stare at him and not divert my eyes. I loved expressing how amazing he looked, and I was always rewarded by seeing his positive reaction.
The main reason I enjoyed lifting weights was being able to do it in his bedroom. Sometimes, I would sit on the end of his bed and rest between exercises. It felt very titillating. Later on, I started working out in the nude because it was so erotic. He had a large full-length mirror on the wall next to his weights. I studied my nude body as I worked out, trying to make it as tight and firm as possible. I thought that I might be toning up my body for Andrew, and ultimately admitted to myself that I was.
The other thing that fueled my workouts was the manly scent that permeated his bedroom. He was always working out hard, and I noticed he didn't shower every day. He tended to shower every second or even third day. The more I was around him, the more I got used to his intriguing manly smells. I found myself actually looking forward to it, and then, ultimately craving it.
