This is exciting and a little scary at the same time, Brad thought to himself. He drove off this morning at five, to start the next chapter in his life-- college. He left his girlfriend, all of his family and friends; here he stood in the apartment the school rented out, waiting to meet his new roommates.
Brad had claimed one of the bedrooms; got his bed all set up, and started to put his clothes away. That's when he found them-- panties-- with a note from Karen, his girlfriend.
"I am going to give you these to sleep in, so you don't miss me too much."
Brad looked at six pairs of thongs and cheeks; he shook his head, then laughed a little. Karen was a little older than him, and a little kinky but fun.
His thoughts got interrupted when he heard the front door open. He walked out to the living room, to find a larger, tanned guy, he would come to find out was Puerto Rican and named X. A few hours later, both guys had finished moving in, and settled.
Brad had brought a small love seat and a recliner with him. X had brought a recliner and TV, with his PlayStation. The guys sat down, started to play, and had a beer. It turned out that they had gotten lucky, and got luck of draw with just the two of them in the apartment, instead of four, like most.
As the boys talked, Brad found out that X only lived a couple hours away and actually had family in Hartford; he was ex-military. He was also twenty-one.
Things were going well for Brad and X, a month in; the two got along well, and living together was no big deal. Brad had just gotten back from his first visit home, and Karen had given him six new pairs of panties. He had been sleeping in them, just like she had asked, but for this day, she had convinced him to wear a pair for the drive back.
Brad walked into the apartment that Sunday afternoon, to find four other guys there; drinking, smoking, and watching the football game.
X said, "Hope you don't mind, my cuz and his boys wanted to come over to watch the game. This is my cuz, Eric; his boys-- T, Antoine, and James."
Brad threw his things in his room, slipped off his jeans, threw on some sweats, and went out to join the group. Walking back into the living room, Brad found no free seats, so he sat on the floor. While sitting there, watching the game, he thought how intimidated he felt, with these five Black or Puerto Rican guys. They were huge in size compared to him, Brad being five-foot-seven and weighing a fit 155 pounds; these guys were six-feet-plus with hulking arms and tattoos.
A little while later, Brad got up to get a drink.
Eric went, "Grab us some beers."
Brad figured why not, he was up anyway, and so he came back with the beers, and handed them out.
As Brad went to sit back down, Eric said, "My waitress usually sits on my lap," and let out a big laugh.
Brad didn't think much of it, he just figured Eric was just busting on him. Eric had Brad get them all beers a few times, and he would make comments about his lap, or, "You'd get better tips with better service."
When the game was over, they all decided to go get something to eat, and asked Brad if he wanted to come.
Brad said, "Nah, I'm beat. I think I'll crash."
They all said whatever, and walked out the door.
Eric yelled out, "Meet you at the car, I'm going to hit the head." On his way back from the bathroom, Eric stopped, and looked at Brad with his back to him, cleaning up. Eric smiled, walked over, bent down, and whispered in his ear, "I love red, but purple is my favorite," and slapped Brad's ass before walking out.
Brad froze. "Shit, my panties. How did he know? Shit, does X know, too?"
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For the next week, every time Brad saw X, all he could think about was, "Did he know?" He waited for X to say something, but nothing. Brad was hoping to never run into Eric again, or at least, not anytime soon.
Then Friday night rolled around.
"Yo Brad, we are hitting the club, you in?" X asked.
"Nah, I got to work in the AM."
"Okay, your loss!" X shouted out.
"Hey man, I wanted to ask you, what's the deal with Eric?"
X just laughed. "Oh, don't sweat him; he is cool. He just likes busting balls, especially white guys, but he is cool; he likes you." X thought to himself, 'if you only knew how much."
"Okay." Brad thought, 'Great, probably the guy was just trying to get a rise out of me.' He was still hoping to not see him anytime soon.
The next morning at seven, on his way to work, Brad had noticed everybody had crashed at their crib the previous night. When he came back at two in the afternoon, X's car was gone, so Brad figured they all were gone, too. But, walking in the door, he was met by Eric, half-dressed, and James chilling on the couch.
"Hey man, X said we can chill here; he had to run back to his mom's. Said he'd be back tomorrow night."
Brad froze a little. 'Shit, how is this going to go?'
Brad looked at Eric. With his six pack, and the size of his arms and legs, he felt the only thing he could say was, "Sure." Sure, he could ask them to leave or make them... sure. Brad went in, changed out of his work clothes, grabbed his gym bag, and thought he would go hide at the gym for a little while.
On his way out, Brad announced, "I am hitting the gym and the store."
Eric threw a fifty at him, saying, "Grab a bottle of tequila and some beer on your way back."
Brad reluctantly took the money, and said, "Sure."
Brad put in a hard workout at the gym, and did a nice run, trying to get out of his head; he felt a little better after. Sitting in the car at the store, he called Karen; he really didn't want to go back home.
She told him, "Give the guy a chance, he is just screwing with you. X probably told him you don't know many Blacks or Puerto Ricans, so he is having fun with the white boy."
"Yeah, I am sure you're right. Damn, I miss you."
