My New Roommate - Part 5

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Bradley stood before me, his muscular legs either side of me as I sat on the bed. He was handsome from every angle, but looking up at him whilst his large, fleshy cock hung out was my favourite.

"Can you tie this?" He asked, getting evidently frustrated as he strangled himself with his tie once more.

I smiled to myself, stood up and helped him.

"How do you know how to do it?" He asked, casually playing with his cock as I knotted the tie.

"My dad taught me" I explained, "when I was a kid".

Bradley nodded, though I had the distinct feeling that he wanted to move on, and so I finished his tie and began getting dressed myself.

"Don't look, Lemon" he called from the bathroom a few minutes later.

"Don't look at what?" I asked, buttoning up my shirt.

"Me" he replied, "you're not supposed to see me until we're on our date".

"We're not getting married Bradley" I scoffed,

"Ever?"

I smirked to myself in the mirror.

"Tonight" I told him, "plus, we're going to the date together!"

"Oh yeah" he mumbled, and a moment later he stepped out.

Bradley always looked good, there was no denying that. So far, naked was my favourite look, but as he walked into the room, my heart swelled.

"Wow" I almost choked, "you look... Beautiful"

Bradley's cheeks burned red, and for a moment, he looked almost offended.

"Lemon!" He gasped, zipping up his fly, "you can't call a guy beautiful!"

"Why?" I shrugged,

As though he was telling a secret, he looked around the room and whispered.

"That's a girl's word" he said quickly, and I laughed once more.

The crisp white shirt that Bradley wore was bulging. His large arms were squeezed tightly inside, and every shred of fabric was straining. Whilst it looked amazing, it also looked rather uncomfortable. His hair was combed perfectly, and overall, Bradley looked fantastic.

"Are you ready?" He asked, spraying aftershave onto his neck.

Even though we were standing in the same room, and would be venturing off on our date together, I still felt nervous. I'd never been on a date before, let alone with somebody as attractive as Bradley.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded, and my handsome roommate whisked me out the door.

The journey to the restaurant was quite quick, and was filled mostly by Bradley talking about wrestling. Whilst I didn't have the slightest idea about what he was saying, it felt nice just listening to him.

By the time we reached the parking lot, I'd learned two more things about my new roommate. The first, was that he doesn't wear underwear on a Sunday, which was absolutely fine by me, and the second was that he truly believed that the phrase 'to see red', had caused his lifelong aversion to the colour.

"Bradley, it doesn't mean that you have to get angry when you see that colour, it just means –"

"Lemon, why else would they use that colour? It's an angry colour! Do you ever watch bulls? They hate it!"

"You're not a bull!"

We agreed to disagree and just as Bradley turned into a parking space, a large black pickup cut in ahead of him. He slammed on the breaks, his face turning to stone, and smashed the horn.

I hated confrontation, and always had, but Bradley kept his hand firmly on the horn until the driver's door of the pickup swung open. I prayed that a little old lady would hop out, but a moment later, my heart began to pound.

A tall and muscular young man jumped out. He looked to be in his early twenties, give or take, and wore a baseball cap backwards. He wasn't as big as Bradley, but that didn't matter because a few seconds later, three more guys jumped out and the four of them approached the car.

"Just drive Bradley" I snapped, locking my door, "please just drive".

Bradley however, didn't seem to share my enthusiasm for leaving, and slid down his window.

"Is there a problem?" The young man asked, and I could see that the other three were all sneering and whispering to each other.

"You're in my space" Bradley replied simply, and now I was sweating.

"Really?" The young man smirked, "well it doesn't look like it's your space, does it?"

"No" Bradley continued, "because you took it".

"Well then I guess it's my space now" he sneered, and the four athletic looking men laughed and walked away.

"Forget about it" I said, relieved that nothing more had come of it, "we can find another space".

Before long, we had found another space, and whilst Bradley seemed slightly less enthused, we headed for the restaurant and went inside.

It was a pretty nice place, and I was impressed with him. It wasn't too fancy, but that didn't matter. All that mattered now was that we were together. I cringed at myself for thinking it, I'd only known him for a very short period of time, but Bradley was growing on me by the minute, and as he held the door open, I felt a wave of happiness wash over me.

A very polite young woman beamed at us when we entered and showed us to our table. The place seemed like a mix between a fast food joint and a nice restaurant, which was strange, but worked. We sat down, Bradley ordered a coke and looked at me.

"What do you want?" He asked.

"Uh... A coke too" I replied, and Bradley repeated exactly what I said, to the woman who had heard exactly what I said.

As the waitress left to get our drinks, I noticed that Bradley had suddenly become quiet.

"Are you okay?" I asked, and watched as he grabbed a napkin and wiped his forehead.

"Yeah" he nodded, without looking at me, "but I'm nervous".

"Nervous about what?"

"This" he almost gasped, "I've never been on a date with a guy before, Lemon. I don't know what to do".

"You don't have to do anything" I laughed, "we already know each other, well... Somewhat"

The handsome hunk nodded, though I could tell that he was still feeling rather uncomfortable.

"Him over there" I said, nodding toward a middle aged man who was speaking angrily into his phone.

Bradley turned to look at him.

"What's his name?" I asked with a smirk.

"How would I possibly know that, Lemon?" He asked, turning back.

"That's the game!" I laughed, "you have to make up a name based on what they look like".

"That's a dumb game"

"It's not a dumb game" I scoffed, rolling my eyes, "I reckon his name is Burt".

Bradley looked back at him, and a moment later he laughed.

"Okay, them over there" I said, nodding toward a young couple who both wore long black leather coats over their black outfits.

"Gomez and Morticia" Bradley said quickly, and I nearly choked on my laughter.

We continued our game for a while, until I eyed the room for our next victim, and my heart dropped.

"What?" Bradley asked, turning around.

"Nothing, don't look around" I almost snapped, but it was too late, Bradley had spotted them too.

"Don't be scared, Lemon, they're losers" he said, but I was now painfully aware that the four young men from the parking lot had spotted us, just as we had spotted them.

The young woman had now returned with our drinks, placing them down on the table.

"What can I get you two to eat?" She asked politely, and just as Bradley opened his mouth to talk, a voice shouted over from the other table.

"A plate of dicks!"

The four young men laughed loudly, as did a few of the other diners. My stomach dropped.

"Sorry about them" the woman said, her own face turning red.

When we'd both ordered, Bradley slid his chair back, but I grabbed his hand.

"Please don't" I groaned, and he glared at me as though I'd spoken Latin.

"I... I hate fighting" I said honestly, "let's just enjoy our evening".

It appeared to be a difficult decision to make, but eventually Bradley sat back down and the pair of us got lost in conversation.

"My real dad died when I was nine" he told me, taking a huge bite from his burger, "that sucked".

"I'm sorry" I said genuinely, "that's awful for any kid".

"Yeah" he nodded, "and then my mom met Gumpo"

"Gumpo?"

He nodded.

"He was a nasty motherfucker" he scoffed, "used to beat on us until I turned thirteen and threw him off the roof"

My eyes widened.

"Can't do much beating from a wheelchair anymore" he smirked, finishing his burger in three bites.

"Your mom surely isn't still with him?" I asked, horrified as he nodded.

"Blamed me for the whole thing" he told me, "said it was all my fault".

"That's terrible" I gasped, "you were–"

Before the rest of my sentence could be finished, something warm and wet splashed across my face, and suddenly I was covered in something.

A roar of laughter sounded from the table behind us as I wiped pasta sauce and bits of meatball from my eyes.

I lunged at Bradley again, grabbing him by the wrist as he charged forward. He was far too strong for me to hold him, but he glanced back at me quickly.

"Leave it!" I snapped, my eyes welling with tears from a mixture of embarrassment and fear, "please, let's just go".

"Yeah, listen to your boyfriend" the driver of the car jeered.

Bradley contemplated both of us for a moment, before turning back to me, grabbing me by the arm and dragging me with him into the bathrooms.

He didn't say a word until we were inside and found Gomez washing his hands.

"Out!" Bradley snapped, in a voice that didn't sound like his.

The young goth-like man jumped, and scarpered instantly. Bradley locked the door behind him.

I didn't know what to say, I opened my mouth but no words came out. Bradley stood me against the wall, grabbed a handful of tissue paper and began cleaning me up.

"You don't have to–"

"Stop!" He barked, and instantly I did.

He looked a mix of pure anger as well as deep sadness. As I stared into his eyes, I could see tears welling in them.

"Bradley, it's okay, it's–"

"It's not okay, Lemon!" He almost shouted, grabbing more tissues, "they hurt you!"

"I'm fine, it's just some sauce" I replied, and my heart began to ache for the large, muscular wrestler.

"Not there" he said, wiping my face again, "there".

He pushed his strong finger against my chest, over my heart.

We both went silent for a moment, and then I did something that I wasn't sure I would have ever done before.

I grabbed Bradley by his face, stood on my toes and pressed my lips against his.

I felt the hesitation for a moment, and then the athletic wrestler relaxed into it and pushed his tongue into my mouth. His large hands wrapped around me, pulling me closer into him as we embraced. It was better than I ever could have expected. It was passionate, sensual, and perfect.

"We better get back" I whispered, our foreheads pressing together as we held each other.

"Are you sure I can't beat the fuck out of them?" He whispered back, in a strangely erotic tone.

"I'm sure" I laughed.

"Fine, but let me do this" he growled, and pulled an empty plastic bottle from the trash can.

I watched curiously as he unscrewed the lid, unzipped his pants and pulled his beautiful cock from the zipper.

"What are you doing?" I asked, as he pushed the head of his tool against the opening.

"They must be thirsty after their pasta" Bradley said seriously, and began to fill the bottle with urine.

I grimaced, but if it stopped him from getting into a fist fight with four college students, then I was happy enough.

By the time he was finished, the bottle was almost overflowing. He screwed the cap back on, washed his hands, and we were back in the restaurant in minutes.

Bradley had the bottle under his jacket, and as we approached the counter to pay, the young waitress stopped us.

"No charge" she said, "not after what those douchebags did".

"Oh we can't let you do that" Bradley said, and fished in his pocket.

"Honestly" the lady insisted, "they're disgusting jerk offs, but see the guy with the cap? His dad owns this joint, so we can't even kick them out".

"Sorry you have to put up with that" I sighed, and she turned to me.

"I'm sorry you do" she said sadly.

"Well look, here's a tip" Bradley said, and put a twenty dollar note on the counter, "and maybe a jug of lemonade for the table?" He asked, nodding toward the group.

She glanced over at them before looking back at Bradley, her eyes narrowing for a moment before a tiny smirk spread across her face.

"I'll just leave this here while I get some glasses" she said, propping a large container of yellow lemonade onto the counter.

As soon as the waitress had left, Bradley picked up the jug, poured half of it down his throat and quickly emptied the contents of the bottle into it, filling it back up as I winced.

"Thanks!" Bradley called as the woman picked up the jug and four glasses and brought them over to the rowdy foursome.

As we left the restaurant, the two of us watched through the window as all four young men began to drain their glasses, with two of them pouring seconds.

"Idiots" Bradley scoffed, as we got back into the car.

"You kissed me" he beamed, starting the engine, "you're a good kisser".

"So are you" I smirked.

We pulled out of the parking lot, but instead of turning back toward campus, Bradley swung a left.

"Where are we going?" I asked him, as he placed his large hand on my knee.

"The beach" he told me, and we drove down into the orange sunset as the inky blue sky began to darken.