Justin is offered a temporary consultant mission to help a large marketing firm lower its environmental impact. It is meant to be a couple of months (bullshit) job and he has no expectation over it... Until Joshua, a former college classmate, suggests he moves into his suburban house for the time of the mission.
ONLY TEMPORARY
Chapter 3: Gray Sweatpants
I woke up confused and disoriented.
It took a minute for my brain to remember that I was no longer in my Nashville's apartment but staying at Joshua's place.
I checked the time; It was only 7 a.m.
I was used to waking up later than that but Colorado was an hour behind Tennessee. I had to adjust.
My cock throbbed heavily in my pajamas.
This feeling was very familiar.
I could not remember a day when I had not woken up with a strong hard-on.
Normally, though, I was sleeping naked. I had felt compelled to wear something that night.
Despite Joshua's efforts, I still felt like a guest in a home which was not mine and I was not fully comfortable yet, even in the intimacy of my bedroom.
I got out of bed with my firm morning wood and I waited for it to subdue before going downstairs.
When fully stiffed, my cock could reach a decent seven inches, - who had never taped their own dick? -, and I was pretty happy with my size.
I checked myself in the mirror.
I was sometimes harsh on myself.
I was not a fan of my dark curly hair, - they needed so much attendance -, I did not have a sharp jaw like so many models and Hollywood actors, my body was okay but I remained somewhat thin and lengthy, like an eternal twink.
I had accepted myself with time.
You know the saying, how the hell are you going to love someone else if you cannot love yourself?
There were some parts that I enjoyed, my dick for instance, my abs were naturally defined, I guess my brown eyes and my very dark hair were giving me some sort of a style.
My biggest asset was... my ass.
I had been blessed with a huge butt and I had worked tirelessly to make it firmer along the years, doing squats and legs exercise to exhaustion.
Still, it was an everyday battle to be confident in my own skin.
The house was quiet, just like the neighborhood.
Joshua was still asleep.
I bet he was sleeping in the nude but I better not thought about that for too long since I wanted to control my erection.
I was amazed with how generous he had been and I thought it would be a nice gesture to make breakfast for the both of us.
I tried to be as discreet as possible in the kitchen, making sure that I would not wake him up.
On the fridge, there was a picture of his wife Jennifer in a bathing suit with one of her friends, unless it was her sister. It was likely as the two blondies did look somewhat alike.
Unfortunately, Joshua was wearing clothes on every photograph in the house.
I found what I needed to make pancakes and eggs and I went a bit overboard.
I tried to design a nice-looking plate, I squeezed a few oranges to make natural juice, I added banana and mango pieces on the side.
Healthy and delicious.
I felt like a proper chef.
When the tray was ready, I was tempted to bring it to Josh's bedroom but I wisely recognized that this might be weird.
I was contemplating my work when I heard the main front door opening.
I got worried.
Who could that be?
Fuck.
It must have been Jennifer! Who else would have the keys?!
I mean, it was her home, she could come back at any given moment.
I felt very self-conscious being in my bottom pajamas, I was shirtless otherwise.
It was not Jennifer though.
Joshua appeared in the kitchen.
At first, I thought he was drenched with water as if he had gone in the pool with his clothes on but I quickly realized that it was sweat.
There was nothing left of the big shot lawyer.
No glasses, no well-done hair, no trimmed beard, and no business-casual shirt.
Joshua was rough and I loved it.
His dark hair was sticking to his forehead, his cheeks were red, beams of sweat were falling into his eyes, and he was panting, visibly exhausted.
From what I could tell, he had just stopped running and he was walking inside the house after an intense exercise.
I am describing his face when my attention was, in fact, focused on something else entirely.
My housemate was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants giving him a bulge to die for.
It was properly huge.
I did not dare hoping that the bump in his crotch could truly be his cock, but it sure seemed like it.
I mean, it was not rocket science what he could have been hiding there!
Did he know what he was doing?
Was he aware that he was exposing himself that much?
Aside from the gray sweatpants, Josh had taken off his pair of sneakers when walking inside the house and he was wearing white socks turned gray, as well as a dark green compression shirt matching his eyes.
The tight top was full sleeves and literally glued to his skin.
It was very dark under his armpits due to the stains of sweat.
It was otherwise perfectly embracing the shape, curves, nooks, and large muscles of his chest.
I could see everything without actually seeing it.
It was like magic, or like looking at a super-hero in his tight costume.
I was, once again, stunned.
Joshua leaned against the kitchen's counter as he caught back his breath.
"I thought you were still in bed. What have you been doing, man?" I asked him.
"What... does... it... look like... I've been doing?"
Fair point, that was a dumb question.
He wiped his mouth, dripping.
"But dude, it's 7:20! Here, take that."
I handed him a glass of water.
The breakfast might be too full for him.
"Thanks."
As I got closer to his heated body, I smelt his natural odor.
Musky, manly, raw... I liked it. Pure testosterone.
"When did you wake up?"
He drank the entire glass of water and his breathing slowly came back to normal.
His bulge was still very much in the way.
God bless the gray sweatpants!
"I wake up every day at the same time. At six."
"Damn. And I thought I was waking up early today because of the time zone difference."
"I'm a morning person." Joshua explained. "I don't have time to work out during the day so either I go for a run or I go to the gym first thing in the morning."
"Shit, you're dedicated."
"It's nice to run with the sun rise. Besides, I've told you, it helps me stay sane."
"Well, I'm not surprised that you don't stay up too late at night then."
"Yes, I feel like an old man sometimes."
