Justin is offered a temporary consultant mission to help a large marketing firm lower its environmental impact. It is meant to be a couple of months (bullshit) job and he has no expectation over it... Until Joshua, a former college classmate, suggests he moves into his suburban house for the time of the mission.
ONLY TEMPORARY
Chapter 3: Gray Sweatpants
I woke up confused and disoriented.
It took a minute for my brain to remember that I was no longer in my Nashville's apartment but staying at Joshua's place.
I checked the time; It was only 7 a.m.
I was used to waking up later than that but Colorado was an hour behind Tennessee. I had to adjust.
My cock throbbed heavily in my pajamas.
This feeling was very familiar.
I could not remember a day when I had not woken up with a strong hard-on.
Normally, though, I was sleeping naked. I had felt compelled to wear something that night.
Despite Joshua's efforts, I still felt like a guest in a home which was not mine and I was not fully comfortable yet, even in the intimacy of my bedroom.
I got out of bed with my firm morning wood and I waited for it to subdue before going downstairs.
When fully stiffed, my cock could reach a decent seven inches, - who had never taped their own dick? -, and I was pretty happy with my size.
I checked myself in the mirror.
I was sometimes harsh on myself.
I was not a fan of my dark curly hair, - they needed so much attendance -, I did not have a sharp jaw like so many models and Hollywood actors, my body was okay but I remained somewhat thin and lengthy, like an eternal twink.
I had accepted myself with time.
You know the saying, how the hell are you going to love someone else if you cannot love yourself?
There were some parts that I enjoyed, my dick for instance, my abs were naturally defined, I guess my brown eyes and my very dark hair were giving me some sort of a style.
My biggest asset was... my ass.
I had been blessed with a huge butt and I had worked tirelessly to make it firmer along the years, doing squats and legs exercise to exhaustion.
Still, it was an everyday battle to be confident in my own skin.
The house was quiet, just like the neighborhood.
Joshua was still asleep.
I bet he was sleeping in the nude but I better not thought about that for too long since I wanted to control my erection.
I was amazed with how generous he had been and I thought it would be a nice gesture to make breakfast for the both of us.
I tried to be as discreet as possible in the kitchen, making sure that I would not wake him up.
On the fridge, there was a picture of his wife Jennifer in a bathing suit with one of her friends, unless it was her sister. It was likely as the two blondies did look somewhat alike.
Unfortunately, Joshua was wearing clothes on every photograph in the house.
I found what I needed to make pancakes and eggs and I went a bit overboard.
I tried to design a nice-looking plate, I squeezed a few oranges to make natural juice, I added banana and mango pieces on the side.
Healthy and delicious.
I felt like a proper chef.
When the tray was ready, I was tempted to bring it to Josh's bedroom but I wisely recognized that this might be weird.
I was contemplating my work when I heard the main front door opening.
I got worried.
Who could that be?
Fuck.
It must have been Jennifer! Who else would have the keys?!
I mean, it was her home, she could come back at any given moment.
I felt very self-conscious being in my bottom pajamas, I was shirtless otherwise.
It was not Jennifer though.
Joshua appeared in the kitchen.
At first, I thought he was drenched with water as if he had gone in the pool with his clothes on but I quickly realized that it was sweat.
There was nothing left of the big shot lawyer.
No glasses, no well-done hair, no trimmed beard, and no business-casual shirt.
Joshua was rough and I loved it.
His dark hair was sticking to his forehead, his cheeks were red, beams of sweat were falling into his eyes, and he was panting, visibly exhausted.
From what I could tell, he had just stopped running and he was walking inside the house after an intense exercise.
I am describing his face when my attention was, in fact, focused on something else entirely.
My housemate was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants giving him a bulge to die for.
It was properly huge.
I did not dare hoping that the bump in his crotch could truly be his cock, but it sure seemed like it.
I mean, it was not rocket science what he could have been hiding there!
Did he know what he was doing?
Was he aware that he was exposing himself that much?
Aside from the gray sweatpants, Josh had taken off his pair of sneakers when walking inside the house and he was wearing white socks turned gray, as well as a dark green compression shirt matching his eyes.
The tight top was full sleeves and literally glued to his skin.
It was very dark under his armpits due to the stains of sweat.
It was otherwise perfectly embracing the shape, curves, nooks, and large muscles of his chest.
I could see everything without actually seeing it.
It was like magic, or like looking at a super-hero in his tight costume.
I was, once again, stunned.
Joshua leaned against the kitchen's counter as he caught back his breath.
"I thought you were still in bed. What have you been doing, man?" I asked him.
"What... does... it... look like... I've been doing?"
Fair point, that was a dumb question.
He wiped his mouth, dripping.
"But dude, it's 7:20! Here, take that."
I handed him a glass of water.
The breakfast might be too full for him.
"Thanks."
As I got closer to his heated body, I smelt his natural odor.
Musky, manly, raw... I liked it. Pure testosterone.
"When did you wake up?"
He drank the entire glass of water and his breathing slowly came back to normal.
His bulge was still very much in the way.
God bless the gray sweatpants!
"I wake up every day at the same time. At six."
"Damn. And I thought I was waking up early today because of the time zone difference."
"I'm a morning person." Joshua explained. "I don't have time to work out during the day so either I go for a run or I go to the gym first thing in the morning."
"Shit, you're dedicated."
"It's nice to run with the sun rise. Besides, I've told you, it helps me stay sane."
"Well, I'm not surprised that you don't stay up too late at night then."
"Yes, I feel like an old man sometimes."
"All props to you though. Early bird gets the worm."
"Exactly... What's all of this?"
He finally paid attention to the breakfast.
"I wanted to prepare something for us. You like it?"
His face changed to an expression of glee.
"Fantastic, yeah! Love this. I should just go take a shower and change before eating anything though. I stink."
Some would say that he stank, some might have called this a rare and delicious fragrance.
I will let you decide which side of the fence I was on.
"You don't smell that bad." I replied, staying neutral.
"You should smell my junks or my ass then. I promise you, that must be hellish down there!"
What the hell was he talking about?!
The definition of my best breakfast would have been with my tongue smashed against his sweaty genitals or inside his musky hairy asshole!
Also, was it a serious offering?
No, regrettably, he was only messing around.
"How much have you run, man? It didn't seem like a chill jog."
"That's my curse, I always sweat a ton. Another thing Jen complains about. To be fair, I did go at it strong this morning. Five miles or so in less than thirty minutes."
"Dang, we could never run together."
Joshua turned around to walk towards the staircase. He wanted that shower.
I noticed the very clear stain of sweat against his ass crack.
Yummy.
"Why? I wouldn't be an ass. I'd wait for you!" He said, walking away.
"Then, I think you'd have to literally walk. I'm that slow."
He chuckled.
"Maybe my juicy ass will motivate you to run after me!"
It was obviously a joke (right?!) but seriously, I might have been able to run a freaking marathon if that sweaty bum was in front of me for the entire race.
Joshua could definitely smother me with that rump.
I thought of something clever to say but my housemate was already gone, climbing the staircase.
I was left with my breakfast, and, to my torpor, I realized that I was sporting the biggest erection in my pajama pants.
Believe me, it was more than obvious!
I had a literal tent in my pants and Joshua could not have missed it.
I was mortified.
Was I supposed to apologize? To say something about it? He had ignored it; I should probably do the same...
Fuck my life.
At the very least, the embarrassment got my cock to go back to its flaccid state in a minute.
My mind was all over the place though.
Had Joshua thought anything of it? Like, did he not care or did he think it was just my morning glory? Did he realize that it had anything to do with him?
God... He must have to.
He was not that naïve.
And that meant his comment about his quote-on-quote "juicy ass" was not so innocent and humorous after all.
I breathed in and breathed out.
Ten minutes later, he was back in the kitchen.
His hair was still wet but it was now due to the shampoo and water, and he was wearing another pair of gray sweatpants, but a much cleaner one.
Since he had planned to stay home that Sunday, it was lounge-wear day.
