Author's Note: Sorry about the delay. I've had parts three and four written ever since I wrote the first two, but haven't gotten around to editing them. Sorry about that. After the fourth chapter, however, I'm not sure I'll be continuing the story.
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In the coming months, the new year passed us by, and the spring semester for our roommates allegedly came and left in the blink of an eye. Toby and I both found ourselves busy with work, and while there was a newfound connection between us, it was hard to find the time to nurture that connection. We almost never made contact at home, instead reducing ourselves to covert looks of desire. Toby would make a point to frustrate me by constantly wandering around the house shirtless after a long day of labor, then stripping down to a pair of especially tight boxer briefs when night fell.
Typical of winter: night came earlier and earlier, so I found myself gazing at the outline of Toby's cock for longer periods of time. Of course, sometimes we would find a weekend free together, and Doherty only liked us to visit him as a pair. He never touched us or donned spandex with us, as if he'd retired from it all, but his voyeuristic fascinations were constant and forthright. The first night Toby left me alone in those irremovable heels and heavy collar, the most I did was lounge around for the older man, posing and playing with myself. He would drop something on the floor and instruct me to pick it up right in front of him.
In the following "get-togethers," however, Toby and I existed on an even playing field, without the karmic comeuppances that originally motivated us. Doherty never demanded anything of us when we came over, but he would occasionally give us suggestions on our way out the door again. Toby was getting subtly bigger by the week, his muscular frame hardening, and Doherty would give him tips on bulking and such. Told him what muscles he should focus on next, and which ones he should let relax. Doherty wasn't a fitness instructor by any means, but it was apparent he had a good eye for proportions. It was why I'd thirsted after Toby even more intensely than before: the way his pecs began to grow to the shape of soccer balls, how his abs went from subtly cut to thick and well-defined. On the rare occasions that our roommates weren't around, he'd let me grab his chest and explore as I wanted.
With me, however, Doherty wanted to keep me toned. He said some of my better qualities were my lack of broad shoulders and my smaller feet—they were apparently a good starting point for manipulating silhouettes, he explained. While he dressed up Toby in ways that excellently showed off his new masculine form, I was fixated on the androgynous to feminine. At the end of the spring semester Doherty even dared to put me in a half-corset, and showed me how to safely tuck.
"Do you want me to be a girl?" I asked at the time, and he pulled his mouth to the side, fidgeting with the laces of the corset over the white unitard I was wearing.
"It's not my personal cup of tea," he said lightly. "I like you feminine, and I like you whimpering. But consider my tastes... subtractive, not additive, if you understand. Don't expect me to dress you with a breastplate anytime soon." At this I nodded, and he took the last of the laces and unexpected pulled tight at my waist, giving me an hourglass shape. Last thing he said was, "Don't expect all men to be like this."
It left me wondering if there'd be more men, but he didn't speak of it any further.
At the end of the semester, the situation with our roommates wasn't so easily resolved. Two were graduating like Toby and I had already done, but they were moving away immediately. The fifth was moving to an apartment to live alone. Toby and I couldn't pay the rent for a five-man house by ourselves, but we didn't know where else to go. Living in a college town meant just about every apartment complex was full up and booked for another year. We were being ousted.
In the last week of that semester, we still had a month left on our lease, and the two who were graduating left immediately after their finals without much fanfare or goodbye. They were like ghosts. The last roommate would be moving away in the final week before our lease was up, and with more opportunities to find ourselves alone in the house, Toby and I could barely keep our hands off each other.
We had sex, in a way that was much more private and personal than Doherty's big romps; the first time we were quiet to avoid suspicion from our remaining roommate. The second time, however, was unabashedly louder than before. He'd found us kissing in the bathroom a day earlier and we decided to give up on keeping our relationship a secret. Toby, with his improved and muscular body, didn't hold back when carrying me around the room bouncing me on his cock. It was a bit like a roller coaster.
When it came to five days left on the lease, we watched our final roommate leave the house without a single word, probably very annoyed by our antics. It was a shame that Toby and I didn't know what we were doing with ourselves in the next coming days, because the idea of separating felt... wrong. Toby had loose plans to return to his family a state over and I had the same with mine. We were still watching our roommate drive down the road with a packed van when Doherty stepped out of his front door. Toby and I turned our head to him in unison.
"Doherty, sir!" Toby said, and walked over to the man with an outstretched hand, myself following suit. Doherty shook his hand and appreciatively rubbed Toby's arm with the other.
"You boys okay?" he asked. I guess we looked a little bit downtrodden. Toby explained our situation in the matter of a minute and Doherty followed along effortlessly. He scoffed. "Why, Toby, Charlie, you could've asked me!"
"Pardon, sir?" I manage.
"Well, if you need a place to stay, I always have plenty of guest rooms and space to store your things. I don't mean to press myself on you two, but if it's living in this town that you want, I can always help out."
It was hardly a question. In the last few days of our lease, Toby and I made a mad dash to pack all our things and clean up, having previously resigned ourselves to moping and making a mess instead. We regretted our inaction, but Doherty would occasionally drop by and offer to take us out for a meal, something fast and filling, so
that
lifted our spirits. When we first started moving our essentials over to Doherty's place, he offered me the very room I slept in on the first night we housesat, which I accepted graciously. Toby got a room just down the hall, next door.
So we were moved in.
I plop my last moving box on the bed, then open it, making note of the toiletries and leftover books packed inside. I stare at it for a moment and then compare it to the unwrinkled green blanket it's sitting upon, trying to connect the two different worlds. my world, aligned with our adventures at Doherty's house. It's a headfuck, but it isn't unmanageable. I hear Toby walking down the hall and, before I know it, he's in my doorway. He's shirtless, and this time I know it's for no reason.
"Are you hot or something?" I ask.
"Very," he teases. How corny! I take the nearest pillow and I throw it at him, but he catches it easily, tosses it back. He leans his body against the open frame of the doorway, one elbow propped against it and touching the wall overhead. There's a peculiar silence while I unpack.
"What is it?" I ask, and he looks briefly at the ground and then back to me.
"Do you think this is a good idea?" he asks seriously. I have to admit, it all seems too good to be true, and I admit as much to him. "Right? I like the guy and all, but I hardly know if we're as close as he thinks."
"It kinda makes me wonder if he wants something out of us."
"It's our money. He's a gold digger!" Toby jokes, lightening the mood. He enters the room finally and I turn to him, letting him rein me into his grasp. He wraps his hand round my back, pulls me into his chest. We're face to face, and his clean-smelling breath is soft against my skin. "But I imagine we'll be alright," he whispers, and then he kisses me. I suppose, for a while, we will be.
Doherty tells us later that he likes making dinner, but he'll hardly do it. "Pick what you want out of the fridge, boys. I need to tend to some paperwork," he says to us in the living room, and leaves up the stairs for his office. Toby looks at me. He's thankfully dressed now, or I'd be drooling all over the floor.
"Doherty still does work?" he asks in a low tone, and I raise my eyebrows.
