Sorry that it's been a while since my last publication. Been really busy. I hope you enjoy this new one. Let me know!
All characters in this story are over the age of 18, and this only happened in my smutty mind.
Our parents had this crazy idea to save money and rent an apartment for us just off campus and while I wanted it to be terrible, it wasn't.
Miles and I are the same age, but he took a gap year, which was really two, as he figured out what he wanted to do with his life. He also needed to help out his family as they fell on some tough times so he went to work doing anything he could to make a quick buck. That year he was working he put on a bunch of muscle working various construction jobs and brought him even further out of his shell, something I never thought possible. He wasn't much for partying, but he was a good time no matter where he was. Folks liked being around him, he was just that type of guy. Truth be told, he made me laugh and pushed me out of my comfort zone, which I liked.
The apartment we wanted was a nice two-bedroom only a block from campus. It turns out it was too expensive, and the waitlist was a mile long. The one our parents settled for was one they could afford to split the rent for us, and it was just a studio apartment with a mini kitchen and a semi-open bathroom, at least the toilet was behind a door - but we should be showering in the wide open behind a clear glass shower door.
While I was apprehensive about barely getting an upgrade in space from the dorms, I was very excited to not have to deal with the rowdy dorm parties, smells and mess that seemed to plague me. Miles was a bit over the top at times, but he always respected me and he always stood up for me. While he was a month younger than I was, he seemed to fall into the role of my big brother and I his little brother since we were both only children.
"Look, this is sweet, Bry! It's a small kitchen, but we have a full-size fridge and plenty of room for us to put in at least full, maybe even queen-sized beds!" Miles trumpeted as we walked into our new home for the next few years. We both worked over the summer, and once we got the specs for the new place, we opted to get bigger beds as the singles from the dorm were just terrible.
"Yah, you are right. This will work! I am just so happy I don't have to deal with the dorm anymore. It was too much when I was trying to study... and this year with Clinicals! No way would I have made it out of there with my sanity or grades!" I said as I set down my first of many boxes.
We sat down at the bar stools, the only real furniture that was left for us, and placed the order for our queen-sized foam mattresses and small wood bases. "Cheap and here tomorrow, man, I love this world!" I said as I slapped Miles on the back.
"Well, $350 bucks isn't cheap my friend! I have got to find some work up here!" This guy was willing to do anything but his attention span was all over the place so he never stuck around one place too long. We continued bringing up our boxes, I brought my TV and stand and he brought two desks that he got while working as a janitor at an office building. We set them up in what was a dining room area and set them up so they were facing each other as we agreed that was the best angle so we could both see out the window.
Unpacking our clothes and using the shelves in the closet as our dressers as there was precisely no room for anything else, we started hanging up as much of our clothes as we had hangers for, thanks to Miles' mom for sending an entire box of them.
The "bathroom" had a roughly four foot vanity and mirror with one sink right in the center, so each of us took a side.
We kept bumping into each other and after each of us apologizing 10 times we just laughed at it and realized it was going to be a thing as we embark on this journey, together.
"You know, I appreciate you doing this Bry. I could never have afforded to live on my own, and I am scared to death of this first year of Med School. Having you here to help me and keep focused... well lil' bro, Thank You!" He pulled me into a full-body hug and held on for what seemed like a long time, but I could tell he really meant it, which was nice.
Starving, we set out to find something good and cheap. The Union was open, so we pushed ourselves to grab Subway and agreed to head back to the apartment.
Once back we sat at the bar as we both inhaled our sandwiches and crunched through our bags of Sun Chips. Sitting so close to each other we quickly noticed one thing to be true - "Damn you stink bro!" We seemed to say in unison.
Within seconds, Miles kicked off his flips, pulled off his oversized T-shirt, basketball shorts and peeled off his skin-tight long-seem royal blue boxer briefs. "Free at last! Damn my boys need to breath! I have first dibs on the shower," he trumpeted, perhaps too loudly, as if it were a competition that he just proclaimed himself the winner.
Now fully naked he pulled out a box that he hadn't unpacked just yet which held his shower kit with the usuals, shaving cream and razor, body wash and shampoo. As he set down the box on the vanity it fell over spilling out a bunch of what I could only call porn magiznes. They appeared to be old and had a huge assortment of Playboy, Hustler and even a few Playgirls along with several that fell open showing hardcore sex from what I could see.
I didn't say a word as these fell out and all over the floor. Quickly he bent over and I couldn't stop myself from watching him.
His body was nearly hairless, apart from his shaggy hair cut that always seemed a bit messy and small patches of hair under his arms and pubes. He was hairless. I have never really looked at guys before... at least not to really look at their bodies. I think anyone would agree Miles had a near-perfect body. He bent over and his ass was nearly two feet away from me and I saw a nearly hairless hole that seemed to wink at me. When he turned around it appears his already impressive cock had started to plump up a bit but it easily was 6" and really thick.
Miles caught me watching him and just smiled. "Look, I will share these vintage masterpieces with you, but you have to promise not to make the pages sticky!" He laughed at his joke, and I smiled and said, "Oh, thanks for that. You ever hear of the internet?" But I don't know what was up with me, I just couldn't stop watching him. He leaned into the shower, turned on the water, and felt for it to come up to just the perfect temp, and he hopped into the shower.
I never really paid that much attention to guys, well anyone showering. I guess I just saw it as utilitarian and there to accomplish a task. But Miles seemed to have a mission and it was slightly sensual. He caressed his own body as he lathered up, spending time on his chest, legs and even his feet. He turned his back towards me and I watched as he carefully washed his ass taking extra time and care to really wash his hole. Looked like he even stuck a finger inside! I couldn't believe what I was seeing. He turned around and his cock had inflated to at least half staff and as I slowly looked up his body and realized he caught me looking at him. "I guess I really love putting on a show! Maybe I should be a stripper!" He laughed as he started rinsing off his body and I am sure I blushed red as my face felt like it was on fire.
We were just so different. I wish I was as tall as him. At five feet ten, I have always been self-conscious about that. I also have a lot more hair than he does. I have some chest hair around my nipples and between my pecs that points its way down to a well-manicured treasure trail and pubes. I had read that girls prefer not to have a jungle down there, and I hated to be all hot and sweaty, not to mention smelly. So I kept things trimmed down there. My cock appeared to be just as thick as miles but he had what appears to be an inch or two on me. Great! Another reason for me to feel small. No way I get any girls if they have a choice between us. Well, I guess that makes it easy for me to keep focused on my studies. I can find a girl later since it is clear things are going nowhere with Mandy back home.
