The next morning was hell. I had to get up early again for my work shift and regretted my life choices as soon as the alarm started sounding. I hit it and stayed there in a bed for a few minutes as a futile display of rebellion. But I knew I had to go eventually.
Walking down the stairs I wondered if I'd be treated to another surprise cooked breakfast; but the house was quiet. No-one else up this early on a Monday morning apparently. I had some quick cereal and coffee by myself before heading out.
It was another warm sunny day on my walk to the shopping complex. I saw a few more people on my way but it wasn't quite time for the pre-work rush yet. It was nice when it was quiet. When you just had some time to yourself to think about things. Time to wonder about what I might do in the future, what those people ahead of me were doing that day, what jobs they did and what that was like. Unfortunately, today that meant I kept thinking about last afternoon when I'd caught Aaron. I tried to get it out of my head, but I couldn't help it. Images of him standing there, the things he was saying, his raw sexuality as he...
Before I even realised it I was at work. I got changed and set myself out at the till I was manning that morning. It wasn't the kind of work I could just zone out doing like stacking the shelves yesterday. Instead, I had to smile and chat with the customers. Laugh at whatever random jokes they made. It was so much more tiring. I idly wondered if I would see Aaron come in here again, but no sign of him.
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Eventually, after hours of tedious work, it thankfully ended. I got changed back into my own clothes, waved goodbye to a few of the other workers, and headed back. It was still sunny; I hadn't managed to miss all of the day. It was warm without being too much, just a right level-
"Miles!"
Did someone call my name? I broke out of my daydreaming and looked around. Down the sidewalk coming towards me was Aaron in yet another tank top and shorts combo. I started wondering if he owned any other clothes.
As we got near to each other Aaron bounded up and gave me his usual clap on the shoulder.
"You finished work then dude?"
"Yeah finally. Thought it would never end."
"Cool. Finished my classes today so I'm just off to the gym. Unless you wanna come with?"
"No that's okay."
"Cool, no worries. Catch you later."
And off he went again. He really didn't hang around. Striding down the street away from me, his ass shifting with each step. Was he wearing a jock under there? I really had to stop thinking about this so much. He was a hot guy, I had to admit. But he was a guy, and he was staying at our house as a guest. I shook it out of my thoughts. Or tried to.
By the time I got home I was still thinking about it. Mom and dad were out somewhere again. Aaron was at the gym for a while. At least I had the place to myself.
I lumbered up the stairs towards my room. As I got to the top I realised I could hear music playing; rock music played softly out of Aaron's room. He must have forgotten to turn it off properly when he left. I sighed and went into the room to turn it off.
Aaron really had taken over the room by now. Weights and clothes on the floor, a distinct smell of sweat. It had literally only been two days. I picked my way over to his laptop and shut it and the music off. But turning around, I got a look into one of the drawers and it was filled with what must be his sport kit. Various tank tops, shorts, even his wrestling singlet. I picked it up softly and inspected it. It really didn't look big enough to cover his frame, it must stretch so tight across him... And the jockstraps. So many jockstraps. I picked up a white one and looked at it.
I remembered how Aaron looked in that bright red one yesterday. How it framed his ass and his package. I'd never worn one of these. What would I look like? My heart beat faster as I considered it. Aaron was gone. I could just, try one on for a moment. See what it was like...
Fuck it. I didn't want to wait and risk being found by him or my parents. I quickly took off my clothes in a heap on the floor until I stood there naked. I started putting the jock on and had to fiddle with the straps to get them comfortable. I really wasn't used to something this tight but also with my ass exposed. It felt so strange.
Trying this new underwear, it had gotten me hard. But Aaron was much taller and bigger than me, so his jock still fit me in. I turned towards the mirror and regarded myself. I wasn't Aaron, but as a fairly slim guy I didn't look bad. I tried from a few different angles, even a couple of poses. Honestly, it did make me feel sexier. I could see why people would like this. I absent-mindedly rubbed myself through the fabric.
I was stood in Aaron's room, naked expect for wearing his jockstrap, and touching myself. This was going too far. Sure I hadn't had a girlfriend in a while, but I should be able to control myself. I took off the jock and put my own clothes back on again, returning the drawer to how it was before. And back to my room before anyone knew.
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Much later that evening, my video games were flashing across the tv screen in my room. I was trying to keep it from getting too loud so as not to disturb Aaron or my parents, but I needed to get relax and unwind. I didn't have a shift the next morning. I could just do whatever and chill out. Watching the little guys on my screen kicking a ball around was definitely taking my mind off things.
I reached over to my desk to pick up my drink and fell straight off the bed. A thud sounded as I hit the floor and I groaned, more annoyed than in pain. That was pretty stupid.
Picking myself off the floor a knock came at my door. Did I wake my parents up or something? I hoped not.
The door opened and Aaron's head poked around the corner.
"Hey dude, you good?" He looked a bit concerned.
"Yeah I'm fine. Just fell of the bed, stupid I know."
"It's cool man, just heard a noise and wondered if you'd died or something." He chuckled.
"No, I'm okay."
He nodded and looked like he was turning to leave, but then he saw the tv screen.
"Is that FIFA dude? Nice, I haven't played in ages but love that game."
"Oh yeah? Do you maybe wanna play for a bit?"
"Sure! I'll whoop your ass man." Smirking he dropped onto the bed next to me. Weirdly, he was wearing a t-shirt for, I think, the first time. Usually, people wore less clothes for bed but maybe he was the opposite?
"That's what you think!"
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I completely lost track of time as we played. He was pretty good, but so was I. Each of our games was pretty evenly matched and close so we ended up getting pretty into it. We started shoving each other at crucial times but being a lot bigger than me I could barely move him, and he probably had to hold back a lot to keep me from flying off the bed again. At one point, he got me in a headlock and playfully ruffled my hair as he tried to mess up my penalty. He won that game.
"It's not fair Aaron, you probably played soccer a load anyway. Bet that's why you're so good."
"Nah dude, only football and wrestling. You're just making excuses."
"Fine, but you compete a lot right? All that experience of winning."
"I... I don't really compete in stuff right now..." He got a bit of dark look in his eyes as he said it. Maybe I'd hit some kind of nerve. I should probably lighten the mood.
"But wrestling's cool. You enjoy it?"
"Oh yeah for sure. Good outlet for stuff, keeps you disciplined and fit."
