Sunday morning, baby! I love Sundays; I have always used them as a day for myself. I woke up and didn't have a problem in the world. It was easy for me to shrug off the weird feeling I had about Daniel the day before. He has a big dick, so what - I'm not gay. It felt fulfilling to help him and I liked his praise, so what - I'm a nice guy who appreciates being called out for being awesome. I've had several hot chicks in my bed, their bed, don't even need a bed! I helped my roommate and good friend out with a problem, that's it.
I am a simple creature; give me food, shelter, and plenty of attention and I am a happy dude. I have always liked myself, my life, and generally been pretty positive. I think some have even called me happy-go-lucky. I am quick to shrug off things that bother me and I find something to like about most everyone I meet. It didn't take me more than a few hours to move past the weird feeling I had about jerking off Daniel and the quick emotional surge I felt right after when he hugged me. That is just me, baby - it ain't no thing.
Daniel was getting dressed into athletic shorts and a sleeveless running top. "Oh dude! Just this once skip running and go to the gym with me instead. Get some weight training in with me!" I said.
"I get plenty of heavy lifting in when I take a piss; you know firsthand." Daniel laughed and winked at me.
"Awww, shit, you are funny. Okay, okay, I'll see you later." I said as he turned to leave the room. He ran most days, morning when he got up early enough and with neither of us having any Sunday commitments - it just made things easier to get it done first thing. I appreciated having a roommate who also had a workout regimen. I think that was one of the student housing questions which makes sense as another reason they paired us up. I hit the bathroom, got dressed for the gym and took off too.
I did a very regular circuit for myself. Not pushing too hard, just doing what felt right and getting the work in. I enjoyed regular workouts that made my mind focus on specific things - just seemed to be a good way to clear my head when I was feeling a certain way and a good way to keep the positivity flowing even if I was already in a good mood. I finished up and decided to head directly back to my room for a shower. I rarely showered at the gym; it was on campus and my dorm was just a few buildings away. I departed with a few waves, a finger gun gesture, and a few words of encouragement to the friends I had made at the gym in the few short months I had been going there.
I got in the room and pulled my shirt off, threw it in my dirty clothes. Shoes off, socks off, and I was just kicking my shorts off when the door pushed open and Daniel came in. "Nice, I was hoping we had timed our workouts close together." He said.
"Why? You want to wash my nuts?" I said with a stupid laugh.
"Naw, but I figured it would make sense for you to help me out before we head to the showers. What do you say?" He asked, staring right at me. I was in just a jockstrap and felt strangely on display in front of him.
"Oh, um, you made it over 4 minutes last time. I just figured you were doing a lot better and probably didn't need me again." I said almost shyly. Even I didn't really buy what I was saying or how I said it.
"Oh, um yeah - if you changed your mind about helping me that is totally cool. You said yesterday that you wanted to help me out at least 5 times. That would put me over 30 minutes maybe, but even if I just got over 10, well, never mind it doesn't matter. I just thought, but never mind." Daniel said, he sounded heartbroken. It made me feel so bad for him. I don't think I said at least 5 times, but I did say something like that and if I do this one normal, not give it everything I did yesterday and he is also trying his best, we could hit 10 minutes maybe and then this would be the last time.
"Sorry, Dan. For sure., you are right. I do want to keep helping. You more than doubled last time, like if we don't do it again, you may backslide - just like missing a workout you know and that's bad. Let's do it." I said, half giving myself a pep talk because I just still had this very strange feeling about the whole thing that I couldn't understand.
"Only if you are completely sure. I don't want to take advantage of you being such a good friend. Like for real though, just because you are an awesome dude, doesn't mean you always have to rise to the occasion." Daniel said.
"I have spoken, we are doing it. We are going to get you into prime shape for the ladies my man." I said as I took a boxer's stance and threw a few fake jabs.
"Thanks Mayweather, I guess this will be round 3. Why don't you take a knee for me and knock this thing out." He said, grabbing his dick through his shorts.
I laughed hard, just my kind of humor. "You better hope I don't go Tyson on you." I replied. Once again, the biggest wave of strange washed over me as I lowered myself to my knees in front of Dan. He just stood and stared down at me. I ran my fingers along the band of shorts before hooking my fingertips across the top and pulling them down. He had just finished a run and I could smell his musk once again, this time so much stronger than before. His skin was hot, moist from recently sweating, and his rapidly expanding dick and giant balls were putting off the aroma of a fucking stud.
Daniel did a small shuffle toward me, the only real way for me to back away was to lower my butt to my feet. I was fully kneeling now, not upright on my knees like yesterday, but knees on the floor and my ass sitting on my feet. This made me several inches lower, I couldn't raise up on my knees or my face would literally collide with Dan's crotch. I had never felt so out of control before.
"You okay, dude? I don't want to start the timer until you start working my dick." Daniel said, looking down at me, direct eye contact, just the faintest trace of a look on his face that I recognized from years of organized sports - almost imperceptible around his eyes and the corners of his mouth was the look of a predator, alpha, the senior lined up across from the freshman. It flustered me.
I didn't even reply, I just nodded and reached my hand around his dick. The big dick that I found mesmerizing. I moved the skin back and forth a few times and it was so soft but hard and hot. I didn't think it was possible but the smell basically doubled and I gently held my hand to his ballsack, not grabbing it, but softly holding it while I stroked him. Dan's precum leaked down his dick and onto my hand. I know I had the thought run through my mind that I didn't like that, but I was so entranced with how big his tackle felt in my hands that it didn't matter. It felt better than jerking myself off.
"You are so good at this, buddy." Daniel whispered at me. I looked up and made eye contact with him again. I was once again very aware how close he was to me and how I felt almost at his mercy. "You do it so good, do you like it?" Daniel asked me.
I wasn't thinking, I just reacted, "I love how big your dick is and your balls." I replied.
