Tim stood outside the small townhouse nervously pushing at his backpack. He reached out and gathered his other bags before pulling himself up the steps toward the dark red door. He pushed the doorbell with his elbows and waited. The door opened and there stood Braeden wearing only a pair of loose gray shorts, the waistband of a jockstrap peeking out at his waist.
"Come on in, Timmy," Braeden said as he walked away, leaving the door open. "Leave ya stuff behind the couch I'm finishing up lunch. Are you hungry?" He walked into the kitchen.
Tim walked into the open living room and dropped his bags. He placed his backpack in an empty chair.
"I'm fine. I ate something earlier."
"Mom had a big order of groceries delivered so there's plenty of stuff when you get hungry," Braeden said, walking out of the kitchen wiping his hands on a dishtowel. "I've got some work to do in my room. Make yourself at home. The TV remote is in that box on the coffee table. Your room is the last one down the hall. I haven't cleaned it out yet, so we'll make arrangements later just for tonight."
"That's cool. I know this is last minute," Tim said with a little smile as Braeden walked away.
"Nah, not a problem. We'll work it out."
Tim enjoyed watching Braeden's half-naked muscular body as he walked down the hall and into his room. The loose gray shorts did nothing to hide the big bubble butt of their owner. Tim could almost see the straps of his friend's jock struggling against the thick meaty cheeks
Braeden's mother had suggested to Tim's mother, who was her best friend, that Tim should move in with her son. The family had bought the small townhouse when Braeden had started college as a place for him to live and they thought they could rent it out after he graduated from graduate school and moved away. Tim had been living in a campus residence and his mom thought living with Braeden would be a great way for him to stay in town during the lockdown since they didn't know how long it would last. She and Braeden's mother worked out the details and now here was Tim.
However, the whole thing made Tim nervous. Braeden was a couple of years older and very much bigger than he was. Tim was a slender short guy with tousled blonde hair and not a single hair on his entire twinkish body. Braeden was well over six-feet tall with a muscular v-shaped torso covered in tight olive skin and black hair. The big guy kept his hair shaved on the sides with a shock of long wavy hair on top which was always falling into his square-jawed face. Tim got a nervous feeling every time he looked at the scruffy big guy; Braeden was the sexiest, most beautiful guy he had ever known. He had always had a crush on the athletic popular hunk who was much like an older brother to him in many ways. Yet, in recent years, they really hadn't hung out or even talked much --Braeden becoming more of an athletic party-boy; Tim getting more into a studious nerd kind of life.
Well, I could be in worse places, Tim thought as he sat at the dining table with his computer and got to work.
He didn't see much of Braeden for the next few hours. He only came out of his room to get another drink or to look for his phone or something.
Late in the afternoon, Braeden came out of his room dressed in his workout clothes. He told Tim he was going to go for a run and to the open air gym at the beach. He grabbed his bag and face mask as he rushed out the door.
While he was gone, Tim decided to have a look around the house. He walked back to what was to be his room, thinking he might get stuck into cleaning it up. He walked it and gave up on that idea. The room looked more like a garage than a bedroom. Boxes everywhere and piles of clothes were scattered across the floor, while the bed was covered in books, gym bags, and unfolded towels. Tim wasn't even going to dare to start cleaning up the mess. He figured he'd be on the couch tonight.
He peeked into the bathroom and was surprised it was so clean, except for some scattered clothes on the floor (the laundry hamper was overflowing). He then walked up the narrow stairs to the smaller second story. It had another smaller bathroom with a walk-in shower; a closet that held the washer and dryer; and a small room with a big wall-mounted television connected to gaming devices, an old comfortable couch, and a pool table.
Well, Tim figured he'd go grab the clothes hamper and wash a load of clothes to be helpful. He dragged the hamper upstairs and dumped the musky load in the washing machine. He went back down to grab the stuff lying on the floor.
Near the tub, there was a jockstrap. Tim grabbed it and was amazed at the size of it. Tim raised it to his nose and could smell the musky scent Braeden had left behind. It wasn't a funky smell; it was a mix of Axe body spray, fabric softener, and late-twenty-something manly musk. Tim could imagine Braeden walking around wearing it, the straps tight across his round muscled ass. He had always had a crush on the big guy, but had never let him know it. Tim felt himself getting hard and let out a little groan before taking another hit from the used jock. His hands ran over the pouch imagining Braeden's big cock straining against it; Tim fit his whole fist into the pouch and there was still room to be filled.
Tim walked over to the tub and pushed down his shorts and underwear. His hard cock bobbed up and down as he pushed everything down to his ankles. He took another sniff as he grabbed his stiff cock with his other hand. He let a dollop of warm saliva fall from his mouth and rubbed it across his hard dick. He started stroking as he imagined Brae's hard body. Tim put the jockstrap on the lid of the toilet and reached under his t-shirt feeling for his hard tiny nips. He imagined grabbing at Braeden's big pecs topped by his dark olive nips and jet-black chest hair. Tim groaned and his nuts tightened as he thought about Braeden looking down at him and preparing to push his big-man-on-campus cock into his tight twinkish hole. Suddenly, he was over the edge. He felt his asshole tighten up as his full nuts released their load. His body jerked as cum shot onto the toilet lid and the wall in front of him. He let out a jagged breath as the last bit dripped from his cockhead and onto the bathroom floor. He grabbed at the roll of toilet tissue and ran a wad of it across the head of his dripping deflating cock. He wiped up the melting gobs of cum on the toilet and wall, and then noticed a shiny drop of his cum on Braeden's jockstrap. Tim grabbed the jock and brought it to his lips. He stuck out his tongue and lapped at the drop, tasting his warm saltiness mingling with Braeden's musky scent. Tim took one last deep sniff of the manly-scented jock before pulling his shorts up and leaving the bathroom.
Braeden was gone for a couple of hours. Tim did some work online and did some reading while the clothes washed and dried. He folded everything and had just left a neat pile on Braeden's bed as the front door opened.
"You wash some clothes?" Braeden asked, noticing the laundry basket.
"The bathroom hamper was, uhm, overflowing so I did a couple loads."
"Thanks, but you don't have to..."
"Oh, I really don't mind --doing laundry relaxes me," Tim interrupted.
"Well, okay then," Braeden said. "You can do as much as you want," he said with a wink. "I fuckin' hate washing clothes."
