Everyone in this fictional story is over 18
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After two hours of driving, my dad finally parked in front of this massive two-story house with a well-kept yard.
"Look, we're fortunate that Harry agreed to this. You've always been a good kid, don't stop now, yeah?" Dad said, his tone firm.
"Just because you're 18 doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. Don't take advantage of his generosity, okay? Promise me, you'll be good." He added.
"I promise, dad. I'll be good. Scouts honor." I replied, smiling.
I promptly got out of the car and unloaded my stuff. I decided to pack as lightly as possible, bringing only a couple of suitcases. My dad helped with the other and we walked up to the porch and knocked on the door.
After a minute, this giant of a man opened the door. This is my first time meeting Harry and I can't help but notice how different he is from my dad. Harry's well-built frame contrasted with my dad's thin and slim stature. He's about as wide as the door he opened and just as tall. He's probably 6'5, easy. My head barely reached his bearded chin.
He shook my dad's hands, talked for a bit, and looked at me.
"It's good to finally meet you, Luke." He said, smiling.
"Hello Harry, Thank you so much for letting me stay at your place," I replied.
I meet his dark brown eyes and shook his hands. His huge hands fully covered mine.
Harry invited us in and gave both my dad and me a tour of his house. I couldn't believe my luck. University housing was ridiculously expensive and my family couldn't afford it on top of the pricy tuition. Harry heard about our troubles and volunteered his spare room for me to use while I was in school. All I needed to do was help with housekeeping and I could stay there for as long as I needed to while following his house rules, of course.
Harry showed me to my room and he smiled when he saw the surprise on my face.
My room was huge. Three times the size of my old room back home.
"I hope you don't mind. I took the liberty of furnishing your room. I think I got everything a student would need but if-" Harry began to say.
I cut him off with a hug. This is crazy. I saved a little bit of money from my summer job to buy myself a desk and maybe a cheap folding bed but Harry took care of everything. My room had a queen size bed, and a wooden writing desk with everything I needed on top of it. A huge tv on the wall and there's even a small bookcase with a couple of fantasy books I recognize.
"This is way too much, Harry." I heard my dad say, a mix of surprise and gratitude in his voice.
Harry pats me on the back and I let go of the hug.
"Look, man. You've always been a good friend to me all these years. Don't worry about it, okay?" Harry said, his face gentle.
I heard about Harry's generosity from my dad but this was on a whole other level. I was in awe.
My dad and I said our thanks and we headed back to the living room. Harry offered my dad a drink but he declined. He said he has a long drive home and that he needed to get going and couldn't stay.
I said my goodbyes to my dad and he was off. I was left alone with Harry and my mind was racing with how I could show my appreciation for all that he's done for us.
Thinking I'll probably get lost in his place, Harry escorted me back to my room.
"Do you need help unpacking, Luke?" He asked.
"No, I'm good, thank you," I said, he's already helped enough.
I hugged him again, tightly this time. Hoping he would feel how much I appreciated what he's done for me. He hugs me back, blanketing me with his warmth.
"Really, thank you," I whisper, still locked in our embrace.
"Say 'thank you' one more time and there's no dinner for you." I hear the smile in his voice as he said it.
I look up at him smiling, getting lost in his eyes, noting his kind features. I could have stayed in his arms forever but after a minute, as I was starting to feel something stir from him, he lets me go.
He clears his throat, and says "I'll let you know when the food is ready, okay?"
I nod, and he walks away, and if I remember right, headed in the direction of his room.
I unpacked the few clothes I brought with me. I thought about how a benefit of not having a lot of clothes made moving easy. "There's still plenty of time before dinner," I think to myself, glancing at the wall clock that Harry thoughtfully bought for my room.
I decide to take a quick shower before dinner. After getting lost for a bit, I finally found a bathroom that was complete with fancy toiletries. Harry thought of everything. I stripped and immediately got myself clean.
Stepping out of the shower, I began to dry myself. I saw my naked reflection in the mirror and thought about finding the time to use the gym Harry has in his basement. My hairless body is lean from the little bit of athletics I used to do back home and I wanted to keep it that way. The only part of my body that I thought I was blessed with was my butt. Firm, round, and the object of desire by a couple of guys I met back at my old school.
While admiring myself in front of the mirror, lost in my thoughts, the door sprang open.
Harry, naked, his towel on his shoulder, was standing there, surprise on his face.
I took his whole body in, from head to toe, I saw everything.
From his hairy chest, broad shoulders, and massive arms to his well-defined abs, following the trail down to his massive dick.
Everything about him was perfect but my eyes stayed there the longest. The dark brown bush. The thick shaft with the prominent veins. The visible pink head with its perfect shape. Taking in every detail, its length and girth were impressive even while soft. Which was soon changing from what I was seeing.
His eyes, firmly locked into my bubble butt, I noticed how his dick was slowly waking up and that seemed to bring Harry out of his trance. He quickly covered himself up with his towel and apologized while closing the door.
I wrap my slim waist with my towel and made my way back to my room. I changed into my usual sleeping clothes, a tank top, and short shorts.
