First Time
I first met Kalen at the training pool on campus. He was a freshman like I was at the time and we both had swim scholarships. He's more of an Olympic athlete than I am. I'm just competing to earn my degree in Biology. He's a lifer as they say. He lives for the water and always will. In truth, it's a running joke in our small group of friends that he's secretly a merman, if that's even a thing. I roll my eyes every time I hear it. I can't help it. It's just so ridiculous.
Anyway, by the time we were both sophomores, we were best friends. It was also during that time in our college experience that we moved off campus. Dorm life wasn't for either of us. As luck would have it, one of our mutual friends had an apartment a few blocks from campus. We'd never been roommates before, but we were friends enough and desperate enough so we gave it a go.
The one thing that I failed to mention was that Kalen is gay. Okay, well he claims to be bisexual, but he's only dated like three girls since we met. Before that, not sure. He's never disclosed his sexual history to me. Frankly, I've never asked. To each his own. That's my philosophy. Anyway, the year had barely passed before our friend moved out, leaving us to deal with the lease ourselves. It wasn't too bad. We each had part-time jobs outside our schoolwork and swimming, and we had income from of our parents. Plus, we did a few side-gigs here and there. By side-gigs I mean stripping at a rather seedy nightclub not far from out apartment. What can I say, really? We swimmers have hot bodies. Why not flaunt it? Well, it was all Kalen's doing I have to say and it took a lot of convincing to get me to strip for a lot of college girls, and of course local women who loved to come down to hang out with the younger set. However, once I saw the money we made on our first night...well I reluctantly gave in. The cash was too much to not to. We weren't exactly desperate for it but still...money is always needed at some point.
However, it wasn't till a few months into this nightly endeavor that I began to realize one of the real reasons he'd wanted me to do it with him. He wanted an excuse to see me naked...well nearly naked. We never went farther than our briefs. Bikinis for him.
Sure, we lived together, but we never really felt comfortable enough to walk around without at least a fair amount of coverage. Of course, we'd seen much of each other swimming. Kalen always chose the skimpiest of trunks. The guy really loves to advertise. Me, I'm more conservative when it comes to swimwear, even though mine too are quite revealing. They have to be skintight for competitive swimming. That's the way it is, period.
But at the nightclub, it's different. We're dancing. The atmosphere is erotically charged. The lights and the music make it even more so, and there's the touching and the caressing that the patrons, usually all female, do even though they aren't supposed to. Neither of us mind, of course. Ralph, the owner, looks the other way. As long as nothing doesn't get out of hand, then so be it if we get molested by a bunch of drunk girls and married women who love spending money, and lots of it, on booze and on us.
There are other dancers, of course, but we quickly proved the favorite and Ralph booked us for Friday and Saturday nights, so as to not impact our schoolwork too much, and because that was when the big payers come out. Anyway, that's the gig and we get paid well for it, especially if we get a little closer than we should to the ladies. Kalen really loves to show off. He'll do a lap dance for the right amount of cash and he always walks away with big bills neatly tucked under his bikini strings by the satisfied patrons.
It's during those times when I'm turned on the most, and by turned on...you know aroused. The ladies really love it, and it's impossible to keep all their hungry hands away from my bulge. Kalen loves it too, so much so he rarely takes his eyes off it. Of course, he can't help himself and he becomes aroused too. Only doing so in a skimpy bikini bottom leaves very little to the imagination, theirs and mine.
Over time, Kalen became far more flirtatious with me. It wasn't long till he began wearing skimpier, more revealing clothes around the house, and around campus, especially during times when we would be together. He knew I liked girls...meaning that I was strictly heterosexual. However, he must have seen right through my mask of feigned indifference and saw the wicked thoughts that had begun to slither into my mind, thoughts of him, of what he might look like nude, thoughts of his cock and how it might taste...
I'd never even considered such things, not till Kalen started to worm his wickedly perfect body into my life and into my horny mind. Life went on. He dated guys. I dated girls. Nothing that ever proved serious for either of us. Then came that that fateful night when everything changed. Okay, that night.... meaning last week...last Friday to be exact. We'd just gotten home from our dance marathon and I was worn out, to say the least, and I smelled awful. One girl had thrown up on me. Go figure on that one, right. I had to smell her vomit during the long walk home. I'd also reeked of alcohol too. Another girl had drenched me in rum after she'd drunkenly spilled her full glass all over me. Fortunately, it hadn't been on the rocks, for most of it landed directly on my crotch.
We'd barely got inside when I shot for my room. I needed a shower in the worst way. The clothes, a simple pair of old jeans and t-shirt, were expendable. They ended up in the dumpster at the back of the building. Anyway, Kalen was amused by it all and enjoyed every moment of my torturous humiliation. However, it got serious by the time I got to the shower. In an unusual move, Kalen followed me into my room and then my bathroom. I don't know why I didn't resist, especially his efforts to help me out of my soaked briefs. As I indicated before, I'd never been nude in front of him. I have to say it was quite thrilling and scary all at once. I didn't know what to expect really. I certainly didn't know how he'd react to seeing my partially aroused cock. I'm not the largest in the world. I'm about average in size. Nothing special. As if anticipating my retort, he grinned and disrobed too. I guess he figure there needed to be reciprocity. He was everything I imagined him to be...if that is the right way of saying it. He was perfect, as perfect in size and in shape as I'd wickedly imagined. He was also circumcised like me, and already pre-cum oozed from his pink head, which was swelling as he grew harder, right before my eyes.
I can't explain why I did what I did, but I kissed him. I was so shocked by what I'd done that I became putty in his hands. He guided me into the shower and we sank together in the hot, welcoming water. He pressed is body against mine and I savored the feel of him, especially the hardness between my legs, pressing against sack. I even felt the pressure of my cock firm against his lower stomach. Neither of us had much in the way of pubic hair. Apparently, like me, he too kept himself cleanly shaven. Even our legs and bodies were smooth as a baby's bottom, as the old saying goes. Feeling each other's bodies...feeling the warm smoothness accentuated by the heat of the water...well it nearly sent me in orbit.
