Clearing up my brother's bedroom on a Saturday afternoon was not my idea of fun. It had to be ready for our new guest when he arrived, and I guess I was the one who had to do it. Since I'd been staying at home for the last year to save up money while I worked, my parents seemed to feel that I'd become their personal maid. Any chores they needed doing, Miles could do it instead. Maybe it was their way of making me take responsibility since I wasn't paying them rent. But it was still irritating.
My brother had always been a bit of a slob, and his room definitely reflected that. He was away in another state at medical school, so he didn't come home very often and the mess he'd left had stayed. I picked up the discarded clothes and items on the floor and put them away best I could. I didn't know where everything went. Why would I? If Nate had a problem with it, he could clear up his own room. A few shirts into this drawer, some shoes back in his closet. I wiped some dust off the desk and saw it puff up into the air, lit up by the afternoon sun streaming in. It wasn't hard work, but it just kept going without end.
Nonetheless, as I worked the room definitely got better. With so little warning I couldn't do a lot more; I'd only been told that morning that our guest was coming. It would have to do.
This mysterious guest was apparently the son of a family friend who was studying at the college nearby. I'd never met him, but my mom said he was a junior, so probably a couple of years older than me. The whole situation had gotten decided so last minute because the house he was living in with his friends had flooded and he needed somewhere else to stay fast. His dad had called my dad wondering if there was anything we could do. My dad said he could have Nate's room since he was never here. And that was it. Decided. I had no idea if they'd asked Nate about it, they certainly didn't ask me before it was all agreed.
"He's here Miles! Come on down!" I heard my mom call from downstairs.
I threw the last bits in a laundry basket intending to do it later and washed my hands before heading down. I really had no idea what to expect about who he was or how it was going to work. He was probably just some typical college student who was going to stay for like a week. I could probably just ignore him mostly and carry on as before. As I went down the stairs
I was definitely wrong.
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In the doorway stood a giant. Now my parents and I stood at around a mighty 5 foot 5, but this guy must have been at least 6 feet tall. Very short brown hair. Wearing a tank top and shorts. His shoulders and biceps bulged out making him ridiculously wide. Even the veins on his arms bulged in an outrageous way. Everything about him made him tower over the three of us.
"Miles, be a dear and help bring in Aaron's bags."
I smiled and nodded to him as I squeezed past him. There were only a few bags, but they were pretty big. I went to pick up the nearest one and about tore my arm off. It was so heavy. The clank of metal sounded as something shifted around inside.
"Oh, that's my weights. I should probably take that."
The deep voice that came out of this hunk shouldn't have surprised me. Of course, he would sound like that too. I backed up as he grabbed the bag that had basically injured me and swung it up onto his shoulder. He made it look like a bag of groceries.
I stared after him as my mom ushered him in and up in the stairs. Even his ass was obviously built with the way it flexed with every step. I shook my head. This was not what I'd thought at all.
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I just about managed to bring in the other bags and struggle them up the stairs to this guy's new room. I heaved them in and onto the floor beside his other bag. Aaron clapped me on the shoulder and thanked me. Luckily he seemed to know his own strength and didn't send me flying into a wall with that gesture.
I snuck away as mom started explaining where things were. I didn't want to hang around. My room was next door to his so I could hear as he was moving things around and unpacking, and he stayed in there for a while doing that.
Usually dinners were a very quiet affair, but that night was mostly my parents quizzing Aaron on everything. They started off getting the story of how some old pipes in the house had apparently burst and ruined a chunk of the house. How all of the five guys living there had scattered to different places they'd managed to secure for themselves.
Then it moved onto him. He was a junior like I'd been told; 21 now so 2 years older as I'd guessed. He was studying economics, but a lot of his time was taken up by wrestling. He had a wrestling scholarship. Of course. One look at him and you knew it was true. Not only was he built, but he had that self-assured confidence that said he could handle himself. He was calm, easy-going, masculine, and seemed good with people. Was there anything wrong with this man?
Eventually my parents finished interrogating, and Aaron seemed pretty tired. He excused himself and trudged back upstairs. I followed up a few minutes later and saw that his door was open and could hear the shower running in the bathroom next door. I imagined for a second what he must look like standing in that shower naked, like some kind of Greek statue.
I shook the thought out of my head and glanced into what had been my brother's room. Aaron had taken over pretty quickly. Various piles of clothes around the room, the weights I felt before stacked in a corner. It still looked like Nate's room, but it had a different feel now. Even the smell seemed a bit different, like it was taking on Aaron's scent. I went back to my room.
After Aaron finished, I took my turn in the shower and once my clothes were off I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself. I was a fairly slim guy with little fat, but I'd never trained hard, so I wasn't bulky at all. I held up my arm and tensed, comparing it to what I'd seen on Aaron, and it was so different. Thinking about what our guest had looked like with his tank top, I guessed he was pretty much hairless though. That was one thing I had on him I guess; I had a good covering of chest hair that made me look a bit more manly. Admittedly, there was also some shoulder and back hair that I didn't like and shaved off, but it was something.
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During the evening I relaxed playing some games. Something caught my attention, and I muted it. What was that? Was it grunting? I went over to my bed that was against the wall dividing my room from Aaron's.
