Anticipation And Former Roommate 1

I hung up the phone, eager to spend time with you. During college I never had the courage to act upon my desire for you. Blond, 6'2", with 210 pounds of farm-raised muscle, you seemed so far out of my league that being good friends was good enough. You let me have a glimpse at the world of the football team with your great bodies and stories of your sexual experiments with one another. I was thankful for that even if my main outlet was fantasizing about you guys and jerking off. Even so, all through college our friendship grew and deepened.

College is now years in our past, but we are still good friends. I always make a point of keeping in touch you with after graduation Christmas cards and a letter or phone call every few weeks. We keep each other current on our lives and adventures, We are both still living alone, so I know there could still be a chance, but moving the other side of the country had pretty much ruled out any face-to-face visits.

Now, however, I have a great job offer in your city. Well, it is really just an interview for a great job, but I will get to see you again. Maybe I can finally get beyond the "just friends" level.

Having the interview appointment, I call you to let you know I will be in your town. As I sometimes do, I have opened and flipped through our old yearbook before we speak on the telephone. The bookmarks show each page your photograph appears: on: the portrait, the football team picture, and that candid of you - shirtless and sweaty - playing Frisbee in the quad, the afternoon sun casting deep shadows, really showing off those thick muscles of your back and your huge, sculpted biceps and triceps. As I sometimes do, I almost unconsciously begin to lightly massage my crotch before I dial your number.

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Once our conversation is over, I hang up the phone, buoyant about the job but even more so about your insistence that I stay with you and not at a hotel. Soon I will see you again! It will be so good to see you again, to get to talk face to face! Also, soon I might have a chance to go after that legendary cock of yours, to savor all your muscle, to spend days with you in bed! If only I can gather the courage.

Will you be as hot? Will I be able to interest you? Will my time in the gym pay off and at least get me a chance? I'll have to watch carefully for some signs. Our friendship is too valuable to risk, but my desire for you is also too strong to ignore any longer.

The days pass by. I work out with more intensity than usual. In my mind I always see you, your massive, well-defined build and great cock inspiring me to push just a little bit harder, to push out one more rep. Will I finally get to taste your meat? Will I finally get to touch and taste all that well-proportioned mass? I hoped so and envision just that as I jerk off that night in bed. "I can offer a massage," I think. That will be a good way to show off my new talents and new muscle and to get you to strip down. If I get you naked, I know I will have the courage to proceed. Well, I might have the courage or maybe just the lust which won't let me stop or turn around. Only a few days and my hands and mouth will be on you.

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The day finally arrives. As promised, you meet me at the airport. I check you out as you walk across the terminal. The loose knit shirt does nothing to hide the massive shoulders and luscious chest. Your chest, so broad and deep with muscle, bounces slightly as you walk towards me. You're so obviously in great shape and look even better to me than you did in college. Your quads look great in those jeans, my friend. Even dressed so modestly, you have me hungry for you, I have to work at not going right for your muscles as we greet and begin to catch up.

"Yes, the interview is tomorrow at 10," I say as we drive to your place. "That gives me almost all of Friday and the almost the whole weekend for us to hang around together. But you're working tomorrow, aren't you?"

"Sure, but here's a key so that you can get back in after the interview. It's not all that far from my place. I got you a map so you can get there either by mass transit or cab."

We spend the evening talking, getting caught up. I try not to stare at those great pecs of yours, try not to let my eyes wander down to your crotch and thighs, despite how much I want to explore them. I don't want to be too impulsive and I don't want to risk messing things with you and bringing that into the interview.

The evening ends with your bringing down bedding for the futon in the living room. "Tomorrow when the interview is over," I think, "I want to be in bed with you, exploring those muscles and that cock. I can be patient tonight." If all goes well, I'll have lots of time to move beyond being just your friend.

I lay on the futon and listen to you readying for bed. I long to see you, to join you. But thoughts of the interview are there, too. I can not afford to be too distracted if I am to do well tomorrow. And if I do well tomorrow, I will be living in this city, close to you.

My hand reaches down to soothe the hard on you have once again inspired. Only this time you are so close and not across the country.

The next morning I hear you showering as I wake up. The shower stops while I am making up the futon bed. Before I know it, you are standing behind me.

I jump when you say "Good morning."

I turn and see your nearly naked body. Just a pair of briefs. "Wow!" I say involuntarily. Up so close, your shoulders look so much broader, your chest so much meatier, and arms so much larger and more powerful.

You smile and say, "Wow?"

I'm a bit flustered but manage to say, "You're in even better shape than you were in school, aren't you?"

"Not just me," you say. "It looks like you've added a couple of inches to that chest and those arms of yours."

"Yeah, thanks, but I don't think I'll ever be as well built as you."

"You're getting closer and closer, bud. I'm sure you don't get any complaints."

I am left pretty much speechless and glance over your body. In the boxer briefs your quads look especially powerful. That bulge of yours, too, has me unconsciously licking my lips and off in fantasy.

"...so I'll meet you back here for dinner. We can go out some place, hopefully to celebrate," you're saying when I finally come to.

"Why don't I cook tonight?" I offer. "It will be a way to partially repay for your hospitality. Besides I will have most of the day free after the interview."

"No thanks required, buddy"

"No, really, I want to make dinner for you and can't do enough to thank you for letting me stay here." Also, feeding you will give us more time alone. It might give me the courage to offer you that massage and lead things back towards the bedroom. First I will feed you and massage you, Then, if all goes well, you'll feed me and I'll savor all that muscle and cock of yours.

The interview goes great. I have been doing more than fantasizing about you, my friend. My hours of research and preparation pay off. The company is impressed with how much I know about them and the many ways I show them my skills will benefit the firm. To my surprise, I'm offered the job on the spot!

I now have a new job and a bigger salary, but more important, now I will be living close to you!!

What I can't do is procrastinate more. All through college I meant to speak up, hoped to find just the right moment or right situation, but then we graduated. We moved thousands of miles apart before I ever had the courage or saw the opportunity.

I can't let more time go by; I can't just wait for the right moment; I have to MAKE the moment right. Besides, any gap that used to be between us, the engineer and the jock, is a lot smaller now and our friendship is a lot bigger now. Maybe now's the time I stop feeling so guilty about wanting you so much. Maybe now I finally get to bridge the gap between our friendship and my lust for you.

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