From Rommates to What... Ch. 03

Sean

"When you want to experience how a real man fuck, you know where my door is." This sentence was just echoing in my head over and over. While in my class too when the professor was teaching. I think I zoned out and it was visible on my face as Nikita elbowed me on my elbow on which I was resting my face.

"Come back to earth." She spoke.

I looked at her as I came back to reality, I'm in class. I tried to focus on what professor was going with but I just couldn't concentrate. The sentence again echoed in my mind and so did another, and that wasn't the one uttered by Drew.

"You better not be gay son, or else you can leave this house and us forever."

It was my father's voice which still haunts me time to time. My family consist of me and my mom. My father passed away a year ago. After father's demise, she took over the business. After me, they came to conclusion that they don't want any more children in their life, so I'm a single child. My father, you can say was that one closed mind person you meet down the street saying shit about what wrong is happening in current society which doesn't used to happen when he was young. He was never accepting of anything most of the times. I just don't know how with this small accepting mindset he was able to become successful and rich. If we talk about relationship status, I'm always cool with mom but with him, it was always that I'm lacking in one thing or the other. Like somehow, I was never able to satisfy him or get his approval or his appreciation.

When the class ended, me and Nikita were on our way for the next one when she asked,

"So, how's Rita?"

"Don't know" I answered.

"When I met her in the morning, she said the same answer in same tone. Is something going on between you two?"

"Well, did she say something?"

"Nah, she said, "Why don't you check with him?" and then she went on her way."

Well at least I can tell her that we broke up.

"Well, we broke up."

"You both did what? When? Why?"

"When, last week. Why, I'm not going to answer that for now." I beamed a smile for her.

"Don't give me this fake smile. But at the same time, I'm not going to force you to tell me. But if you want an ear, I'm always here."

When someone said the same thing last time, it didn't turn out well.

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When I reached home, it was 3pm. I looked at my phone but I still didn't see any text or call from Drew. I got fresh and sat on my table to do my assignments when my phone rang and I immediately answered it assuming it's Drew even without looking at the screen,

"Hi, Drew?"

"Hi."

It's him. I'm so glad it's him.

"Actually, my order has come, the guy in waiting downstairs, can you go and receive it for me?"

"Yeah, I can. So..."

He cuts the call. Well, that was rude. But at the same time at least he's speaking to me so kinda taking it as a win? I went downstairs and took the order. It's not that heavy and looks like its clothing as per the package. As I read the receipt, it says "A Pack of 5 Jockstraps" and the amount. When I got in the flat, I opened the package. We have opened each other orders quite a couple of time. Well to be clear it's me who has opened his orders quite a couple of time. When I did for the first time, he just chuckled and said,

"I'm not bothered by it. I've nothing to hide."

There were five jockstraps. In black, blue, pink, orange and red. Pink and orange took my interest but I know rest three are Drew's favourite. You know why? Because you can summarise his whole casual wardrobe with these three colours. I know what jockstrap is but I don't own one and never even tried one even though I go running and even gym time to time. The orange one in the plastic wrapper took my peak interest and I opened it. The waist strap was like a normal underwear strap, and had 2 more straps what went from behind to the bottom of the pouch.

"I want to try it..." I said to myself.

I quickly removed my shorts and my boxer briefs, put my legs between the holes created by the two straps, and pulled the jockstrap up. It pouched my groin in perfect shape. Just seeing my self nearly naked from down made me a little more curious and I immediately removed my t-shirt too. I wanted to see how I look so I went to my room and stood before the mirror and I not going to lie, I looked sexy as fuck. My almost naked body, jockstrap covering nothing but groin. I turned around and saw my ass, the strap hugging the bottom of my ass cheek, giving my ass almost circular shape. I caressed my ass cheek, then turn around fully looking back at both of my cheeks. The straps meeting at the bottom. The shape immediately reminded me of peach fruit. So, this is why peach emoji is used to refer ass. I chuckled like a kid who at the end got the meaning of the joke which was cracked half an hour ago.

I turned again to face mirror, this time putting both of my hands behind my head, spreading my hands wide and put my left leg a step ahead. And again, I never felt sexier than before. Other than below my knee, some in my armpit and around groin and ass, I'm pretty much hairless. I started to feel aroused as I removed my right hand from back of my head and started rubbing my chest. Then I went from my chest to my stomach. My dick was getting hard, but the pouch was restraining it from getting out. This restraining feeling made me even more aroused, and I started to rub my dick without taking it out of the pouch. I started to breath hard, my eyes closed, I was feeling the sensation and it got abrupted when the door of my room got opened. I panicked and turned around to see Drew looking at me from bottom to top. His sleeve's buttons were already undone and so does top three of his shirt. Under his cream shirt, he's wearing a grey vest, some of his chest hair poking over the vest. Our eyes met and again his eyes went down and came up again. Before I could form some words to say, he spoke,

"You can keep this one for yourself." And he closed the door. Leaving me alone, me still thinking what I could have said at this point.

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When I came out of my room, I saw his room's door was closed but I heard some noise in the kitchen. I saw him in his sleeveless blue t-shirt (remember black, blue and red) and black nylon shorts. He was drinking water. I was standing at the door, he didn't look at me so I took the initiation of starting the conversation,

"Look, I'll wash it and give it back to you."

"As I said before, you can have it." He said while washing the glass in which he was drinking water.

"So about yesterday ..." He came in front of me.

"I've to go. Will you step aside?" He asked in a dismissive tone. He wasn't clearly gonna have a conversation with me. I step aside and he went out of the kitchen. And then I heard the flat's door closing.

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Other than any small important things like bills and stuff, we didn't talk at all. That's how the whole rest of the week went. I still tried to message him when I was in college and as he was in office, hoping that this message he will reply, this one he will, this one he will. I'm really sorry for how it came, but if he doesn't talk to me or give me chance to explain, how the fuck will I apologise to him?

And this is how Sunday evening came. It was around 8pm, I just came from gym, I washed my hands and face, got myself dry and went to kitchen straight and started frying some chicken on pan when I heard door open. I came out of kitchen to tell him that I've fried some chicken and I'll be ordering some nan and it will be our dinner when I saw him in blue denim shirt and black trousers. His hair was slick back, his beard was trim, he looked way too crisp. He was touching his pockets, to check if he has everything. Even though I got that he's going outside, I still proceed to say,

"I've fried some chicken and I thought of or..."

"Please order only for yourself. I'll be eating outside." And with that he strode without looking back. Taking his helmet and keys from the table in the hall. He was about to open the door when I said in higher voice,

"What will it take for you to talk to me properly like before? Fucking me? If that what it takes, I'm down."

He paused, I took a deep breath, expecting a response from him. He didn't say anything. He opened the door and closed it, without looking back leaving me alone in the hall.

"Fuck him!" I said aloud.

I went back to kitchen, and I was glad the side wasn't burnt. I flipped the all the pieces and went to my room to grab my phone. I dialled Nikita's number. She picked it up in one ring.

"If you picked my phone in one ring it means that you were doing nothing." I spoke.

"Yeah, well that's one of the common traits of being your friend."

"What were you actually doing?"

"Nothing. You guessed it right."

"Do you have plans for tonight?"

"Nah, I was planning to watch something in TV."

Frying was done, and I was searching for a tiffin to pack the pieces. I got the base but the cover was nowhere to be found. I stuck the phone on my right ear with the help of right shoulder and kept on talking while doing cover hunt.

"Let's drink outside, what say?"

"Really? I'm in. Where?" She sounded way too excited.

"You can choose the place." At last, I got the cover. It was under all the other utensils.

"Cool, I'll text you the address. Meet in an hour?"

"Sounds good to me."

We both hung up the call. I put the tiffin in the refrigerator and went in my room to grab towel to shower and get ready. I'm not going to sit and pout anymore. Nope.

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Oh, OK so I'm half way drunk already and words are coming out of mouth like puzzle pieces. They are not in correct order and not making sense at all unless you take them all and form a meaningful sentence.

"I... chance give me, then... explain only naa..." what the hell did I say right now?

"Is Rita not giving chance for you to explain? Is she not picking up your call at all?" Nikita asked.

"Not her... Him" thanks lord, 1st meaningful sentence of the night that came out of my mouth.

"Who him? Who are you talking about?" She asked.

I filled my glass again and was about to take a sip when she snatched the glass out of my hand and I whined like a baby.

"Who are you talking about?" she asked in firm voice.

"My roommate... I said shit some." And there I go again.

"Did you have a fight with your roommate too? Are you on mission to fight with everyone? Who's next? Me?"

"Nah." And I tried to grasp the glass from her hand again but she moved her hand quickly. Either she was already this fast with her movement or my reflexes are slow as I'm drunk.

"You had enough for today. And you are not driving in this state. Do you want me to take you home? Or should I call a cab for you?"

"Call?" I said aloud. I unlocked my phone and give it to her.

"There's a number saved with name Drew. Call him. Tell him to pick me up" I handed her my phone and then immediately put my hand on my mouth. I gulped back. I think I'll be vomiting anytime soon.

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I don't know how much time has passed, but I got awake when my body was shaken and I turned my head to see Drew was there in front of me.

"You, OK?" He asked.

I'm not as drunk I was before, but I still was. I gave a cheesy drunken smile to him.

"I'll take him home. Thanks for calling. What about you?" He asked but that question was definitely not to me.

"I'll order myself a cab. Thanks for coming. He insisted to me to call you and I didn't know what to do so I did call you." Nikita said.

"All cool. No problem at all. If you don't mind, can you give a miss call on his number when you reach home? So that I'll inform him that you reached home safely?"

"Sure. So, you really don't need anything from me?"

"Nah, I'll take it from here."

He took my right hand and put it over his shoulder. Then with his left hand he grabbed my waist to get me up. We came out and I saw a cab in front of us.

"Take care of him." She said while getting in the cab.

"I'll and please don't forget to give miss call when you reach home."

The cab drove away, and now we were heading towards his bike. I felt something coming out of my throat. I immediately jerked out of his grip, got down and started to vomit. Glad that we were walking on side. I tried to get to get up but somehow wasn't able to. He put his both hands in my armpit and pulled me up.

"You made your shirt a mess."

He checked his pocket and took out a handkerchief and started to rub my shirt. And I again like a fool smiled again. He shook his head, put that dirty handkerchief back in his pocket and took me in his grip the same way. We reached to his bike.

"You sit, I'll sit on my own." I said as he was about to help me to get on his bike.

We both got on and he said,

"Hug me tight, otherwise don't complain if you get thrown midway."

I locked my hand around him, and leaned on his back. I heard the engine starting and we started our way back to flat.

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We got into the apartment, and I jerked out of his grip again and headed towards my room. He caught my left hand from behind and stopped me from going ahead.

"Have a shower before you sleep in. You smell disgusting."

"Well, I know I do but I don't want to shower." I tried to remove my hand from his grip but he didn't let me go. He eyed me again with the same angry way.

"If you want me to shower, shower with me and I'll."

My hand came back to me as he opened his grip. I was expecting him to leave me again alone in hall like he did earlier this evening, but he came in front of me and started undoing the buttons of my shirt. Once all were done, he went behind my back and took my shirt off and threw it in the washing basket at the corner. His hands went to my pocket, took out my wallet and phone, opened my room's door and threw them in. He came back and stood in front of me and started undoing my jeans. He grabbed my jeans and went down. I took out my legs from it and he threw that too in the basket. He then removed my shoes and socks too. He then rose up and started to undo his shirt, and with each button undone I was seeing more skin and more hair. He wasn't wearing a vest like he usually does. He then undid his trouser and threw both of them in the basket. He removed his shoes and socks and took my hand, opened the shower door and we went in. He left me in and I was confused as why. He came back with his towel. Mine was already at the bar as I showered before going outside.

He rotated the shower nob and water poured on my head from shower head.

"Arggg that's cold." I screamed, he chuckled.

I was facing up with eyes closed as water kept pouring on my head then travelling rest of my body. I felt two soapy hands on my shoulders. I didn't stop him, instead I took a step back so that he can soap me properly. This was a free bath and massage; I would be a fool to turn that down. His hands even though soapy felt firm, or I was imagining them being firm but that doesn't matter. I was feeling so calm and good. Then those soapy hands went to my arms and hands, then back to shoulders. His hands went away and I was about to whine but they came back soaping my armpit and then my back. When this time his hands went away, I didn't whine because I knew they will be back. His hands came back again and soaped my stomach and chest. His hands rubbed my chest more than I thought was needed but again as I said, I didn't stop him or said anything. His hand then went down for my legs and toes. Those hands came back up and rubbed my chest. It looks like he likes my chest.

"Hmm..." He made that noise first.

"Hmm???" I made that noise in questioning way.

"You can soap down there yourself." He then said.

I chuckled softly. He gave me a finger; I'll the whole hand. In one swift motion, I pulled down my boxer briefs, used my leg to throw it aside.

"Hmm..." I made the noise in relaxing way.

His hands again found my body and this time they were on my ass and dick and all over. His hands quickly did the work in front but they roamed for a while on my back. Then I felt his middle finger slip in my crack, travelling the whole outer distance, touching my hole. My face went up again and I sighed in a relaxing way. I started to get hard. The middle finger traced its path back and then the hands were on my lower back, then at shoulders. Soon those hands were found on my ass cheeks again, and then they travelled the same path which they did before. I was expecting another round but that didn't happen.

I turned around to soap him but he stopped me.

"I'm good" he said.

When I looked down, I was semi hard down there, he was full on hard, maintaining a thick boner. When I looked up, his face was turned right. He was being shy, and I liked it. I didn't push my luck by touching it. I turned around, took a step ahead and started showering. He joined me, touching my body to wash down the soap. When I was done, I took his hand from behind and made him stand in front of me below the head. He started to shower and I took my chance to touch his body. His hands and armpits are hairy, so is his upper back. Lower back, not that much. His ass cheeks are not that hairy too but his crack is, and so are his legs. My hands travelled from shoulder to armpit to back to lower back. I wanted to touch his ass as he did but I didn't. Again, not pushing my luck.

He turned the nob and water stopped pouring. I rose my hand to take towel to dry off but he took it first and started to dry me. Well, if earlier what was happening was arousing, this was intimate and I was unable to form thoughts in my mind. I've never been taken care like this since I became teen. Even Rita didn't do this for me even though we have showered many times together. This time my face was turned to right. Yes, I was blushing. After drying me up, he tied the towel on my waist. His dick was still hard, and somewhere inside I was feeling kinda proud that I've this effect of him. Then he took his towel and did the same. Once we both were dry, he opened the door. I knew that if I don't do anything, he will go to his room and we might not be this near to each other in coming time. I'd to do something. So, I grabbed his hand to take him to my room.

"What are you doing?" He said in surprised voice.

"For drying our hair. We will use my dryer."

I opened my room and made him come inside. I took the chair that was in my room, sat in front of my mirror, plugged my dryer and started drying my hair. He sat on my bed while I was drying my hair. My phone rang and Drew looked at it. After 3 rings the called disconnected.

"Nikita reached home safely." He spoke.

"Hmm" I made the noise in affirming tone.

Once I was done, I switched it off and made the same noice,

"Hmm..." in calling sense and raised my hand which was holding the dryer.

He got up from my bed, stood behind me, facing the mirror and started drying his hair. His front body is hairy too, not fully though. The hair starts from his chest covering it all, then all hairs narrowing down at the bottom of the chest, then going down till his lower stomach and scattering again.

"I meant what I said before." I started the conversation.

He stopped drying his hair but the dryer was still on.

"No, you didn't." he said.

I turned around and hugged his waist, putting my chin on his stomach, looking up at him. His faced turn down to face me.