My New Roommate - Part 9

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Trigger: Threat of violence.

His hand trailed the side of my naked body. The steam from the shower hugged us both, and I leaned my head back and rested it against his chest. His other hand moved eagerly down my chest, following the stream of water, until he cupped my junk and whispered in my ear.

"I'm really hungry, Lemon" Bradley told me, and I couldn't help but laugh.

I turned around to him, a smile on my face, and kissed him on the lips.

"Then eat me" I winked, and his eyes narrowed.

He was huge, with muscle and sinew spread across his entire frame. His whole body took up most of the shower enclosure, and yet he was as gentle as a winter snow. His large hand rested against the tiled wall behind me, his finger returned to my body and he tilted my head back until I was looking directly at him through the shower stream.

"Do you like Rex?" He asked me, and I felt a punch to the heart.

"Oh, yeah, I guess so" I said, and turned around.

"Lemon?" Bradley asked, turning me back, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing" I smiled falsely, "he's a nice guy".

The handsome young man stared at me for a moment, and perhaps he suspected that I wasn't being fully truthful, but he grinned anyway and squeezed my dick.

"Are you excited for the party?" He asked, sliding his wet hand down my shaft as I shuddered.

"I... Uh... Yeah" I lied, but he read me like a book.

"I used to get scared before a fight" he told me, focusing almost solely on my cock, "you know when you get butter and flies?"

I glanced up at him, though the sparks of pleasure were making me weak in his grasp.

"Butter and flies?" I almost whimpered, and he nodded.

"Yeah" he said seriously, "in your tummy, when you're nervous?"

"Butterflies?"

"No, Lemon" he said, shaking his wet head, "the butter makes you feel sick, and the flies make you feel funny. It's what happens when you get nervous".

"Right" I nodded, hiding my smile by placing my head against his shoulder.

"Anyway" he continued, "I used to get them real bad, and then my mom told me that someday I'll be lying in a bed, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about all the things I did in my life".

His hand was sloshing up and down so fast that I felt the butter and flies all over my damn body.

"And you know what I'll remember?" He asked, and I moaned into his skin, "I'll remember all the fights, all the wins, all the trophies. You know what I won't remember?"

I whimpered.

"The butter and flies".

With the conclusion of his sermon, my balls tightened, I grunted, and five ropes of thick cum shot from my swollen cock and splashed against Bradley's muscular thigh. He beamed at me, then his leg, then back to me.

"So don't be worried about the party" he said, as my cum slid down his leg and into the drain, "I'll be there to keep you safe".

He kissed me once again, and the two of us got out.

I don't remember when I started becoming a socially anxious wreck. Probably as a young teen, I reckon. I still did things, I just didn't particularly enjoy them. Going out with Bradley the previous night had been wonderful, and terrifying in almost equal measures, but it appeared that Bradley was something of a social butter and fly.

"You two have fun?" Rex smirked from Bradley's bed.

I glanced over at him. His feet were bared, and his legs were spread, and all he had on was a pair of tight boxer shorts. He'd showered first, and remained undressed. I wondered if it was on purpose.

"What's the pussy like around here?" He asked, and adjusted his large package with his hand. I swear he looked at me when he did it.

Bradley's huge hands clasped either side of my head, blocking my ears for a moment as he spoke, and when he released me, I turned to him.

"What?" He grinned, "you're too innocent for that kinda' language".

"Shut up" I scoffed, and pushed him playfully, but he felt like a brick wall, and I stumbled as I did it.

Eventually the three of us were dressed and ready to go. Bradley looked even hotter than he usually did, which I couldn't believe possible. Rex looked smart too, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him for too long. The three of us left the dorm, and for the entire journey, they spoke mostly of wrestling and Rex.

"You won't get anywhere in life being a wrestler Brad" Rex scoffed, "you need to focus on actual career paths. For instance, I'm next in line for a promotion at Godwin & Gables, you remember that accountancy firm?"

Bradley looked completely perplexed.

"It's hard work, bro" he continued, "and you've really gotta' be smart, but I guess you could always start out in a convenience store or something".

I felt my blood boil as Rex spoke.

"Oh" Bradley replied, and I could hear the disappointment in his voice as we continued across campus.

"Don't be upset, Brad" Rex smirked, "they'll probably give you a nice little uniform, and a name badge too, so you don't forget".

"Isn't Godwin & Gables a non-profit accountancy firm?" I asked casually, and both brothers looked down at me.

"Well... I mean... I... How do you know what that is?" Rex snapped, and his cheeks had turned a little more red than they had been a moment before.

"My dad owns Mildew & Sax" I shrugged, and Rex's mouth fell open, "it's a forensic accountancy firm, and I bet he'd give you a job, Bradley" I smiled, Bradley beamed and Rex went silent as we approached one of the large frat houses.

Rex stormed ahead of us, and I slowed down as my heart began to race.

"Are you okay, Lemon?" Bradley asked, turning and taking me by the shoulders.

"Yeah" I lied, swallowing, "I'm fine".

"Thanks for that" he added, nodding toward Rex who had gone inside already, "he doesn't mean to be a douche".

I smiled up at him, and he kissed me.

"Come on" he said, taking me by the hand.

The light outside was fading, but inside it was already dark. The music was so loud that I could feel each beat inside my body, and the entire house appeared to be packed with people.

"Sup, bro!" A baseball cap wearing frat boy called over the music, patting Bradley's back.

"This your boy?" He asked, looking down at me, and I felt like a child surrounded by giants. Bradley nodded and the frat boy stuck out his hand. I'd never in my life shook hands with one before.

"There's beers in the back" he said, releasing me from the bone crushing handshake, "help yourselves".

Bradley grinned at me as he pulled me further into the house, until we reached the kitchen where two young men were throwing ping pong balls into the air, and a very drunk young woman was trying to catch them in her cleavage.

"Here" Bradley said, opening a beer and handing it to me, and doing the same for himself. "If you get too nervous" he continued, pouring it into his mouth, "let me know and we can leave".

I stared at the can in his hand. It looked tiny in comparison, and I nodded and smiled at him.

Rex was nowhere to be seen, which was fine by me. We walked out to the yard, where a large marquee had been set up, and under it, most of the wrestling team sat. They were all huge and bulging with muscle, and the chairs beneath them looked like they'd explode at any second. Bradley insisted on sitting me between one very large dark skinned man, and himself.

"You must be Lemon" the man laughed, and shook my hand, a little softer than the frat boy had.

"The famous Lemon!" Another wrestler clapped, and before I knew it, I'd shaken hands with every guy on the wrestling team.

As I sat there listening to them, I realised that I hadn't had this much fun in years. None of them seemed to want to cave my head in for being gay, and I didn't have to hide it either. Bradley didn't care that he was sitting there with a guy, he didn't care either, when he took my hand mindlessly, and just held it whilst he spoke, in great detail, about a wrestling match in which he choked a guy out with his bare hands.

A few hours went by, and the effects of the alcohol had well and truly taken over. I didn't drink much normally, so five cans of beer later, and I was swaying on my feet.

"I... I gotta go to the bathroom" I slurred, and Bradley offered to bring me, but I politely declined and went searching myself.

The house was even darker, the music was even louder and the place was even more packed than it had been when we first arrived. I squeezed through groups of jocks and frat boys, swimmers, footballers, cheerleaders, and hockey players, and finally reached the bathroom.

It was turning out to be a pretty great night, and as I stood there, wavering slightly, and pissing half in the bowl and half on the rim, I couldn't help but smile. I loved him more than I'd ever loved anybody in my life.

A knock sounded.

"Taken"

I wiped my mess off the toilet seat and flushed it before taking a look at myself in the mirror as I washed my hands. I used to hate what looked back, and yet now I felt different. I grinned, and as I did, the door opened behind me, and closed a second later.

"Oh hey, Lemon" Rex sneered, and I could see the remnants of white powder beneath his nostril.

"Hey Rex" I mumbled, and made to step out, but he stood in my way.

"Wanna hit?" He smirked, and tipped a bag of cocaine onto the back of his hand.

"I'm good, thanks" I said sternly as he hoovered it up his nose.

"So, when am I gonna' get that pretty little ass?" He asked me, and reached around, grabbing me firmly.

I slid out from under him, but was still trapped.

"I gotta get back out" I said, my voice wavering slightly as he stepped forward. "Bradley will be looking for me".

"Fuck Bradley" he snapped, and his expression changed to one of bitterness, "now I told you I was gonna' open up that pussy of yours and show you what a real cock feels like, so why don't you go ahead and get those pants down, before I make you get those pants down".