My New Roommate - Part 4

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The previous day had been a strange start to my college experience. My new roommate had introduced himself in the most spectacular fashion, and he hadn't budged from my mind since. Despite my growing affection for the muscular wrestler, I stared at him in the bed next to me and considered smothering him with a pillow.

The large, beefy man lay there covered in only a pair of loose boxer shorts which had tented with the evidence of his large morning wood. Whilst that alone was a beautiful sight to behold, the walls seemed to shake as another thunderous snore poured from his open mouth.

I wanted to turn over and have another go at rescuing a bit more sleep, but just as I did, the entire room exploded with a deafening sound. My heart almost burst from my chest as I bolted upright to find the source, but after a moment of frantic searching, I realised that the siren like sound was blaring from Bradley's phone.

I'd never heard a more intense alarm in my life, and I stared at the lifeless lug, dumbfounded as he continued to snore through it.

"Bradley!" I hissed, but not even his eyelids twitched.

"BRADLEY!"

Nothing.

"Fuck, dude" I groaned, and pulled my sheets back, furious at my continued interrupted sleep.

I stood over him, my own erection pushing out against my boxer briefs, and scanned around him for his phone. It was nowhere to be seen, and so I followed the incessant noise until I located it under his large, muscular arm.

As I reached over him to get it, I felt my entire body being dragged forward, and a moment later, my feet had left the ground, and I was surrounded by a giant, warm Bradley.

"Morning Lemon" he grunted, enveloping me with his huge arm and leg as I lay pinned between him and the wall.

If I wasn't livid at being kept awake most of the night by snoring, and being forced from the warmth of my bed by his ridiculous alarm clock, the feeling of being forcibly snuggled in his bed would have actually been quite nice.

"Your alarm!" I growled, as he dragged his bedsheets over the pair of us and kept me fixed in place with his rugged limbs.

"Thanks Lemon" he mumbled, resting his heavy head against my bare chest and snoring again.

"What?!"

"Bradley! Your alarm!"

The wrestler didn't stir at all, and his breathing became heavier as he fell back into a deep sleep. I rolled my eyes and slid my hand under him, finally finding the phone and pulling it out. As I opened the screen to turn the damn thing off, my eyes landed on the photo.

Bradley stood topless, looking as perfect as he did now, though perhaps a little younger. Another man stood beside him, equally as handsome and possibly even more muscular than Bradley himself. They had their bulging arms around each other, and it was clear to tell that they were more than friends.

It felt as though somebody had squeezed my heart, and even though I knew how ridiculous it sounded, I felt somewhat betrayed.

The man had acted like he was straight, and I wondered if he'd just done that in order to get me to do the things I'd done. As I lay there, becoming increasingly uncomfortable with being in his bed, I wondered if I would have done all of those things had I known the truth. I certainly wouldn't have done them if I'd known that he had a boyfriend.

There was no point trying to escape from his clutches now. He had returned to snoring loudly, and his arm and leg was too heavy to move. I lay there disappointed, but eventually managed to fall back asleep as Bradley held me.

"Lemon"

"LEMON!"

My entire body bounced as I frantically opened my eyes to find the enormous man standing over me, shaking me like a rag doll.

"Fucking hell, Bradley!" I groaned, as he almost drove me straight through the mattress.

"Lemon, your alarm, it's really loud bro".

As my mind made sense of the situation, I listened out for it. I was an extremely light sleeper, and the last I'd checked, my alarm was the sound of trickling water. Even still, I couldn't hear it.

"Here, man" he beamed, and I noticed now that Bradley was completely naked.

I took my phone from him, remembering now how I'd ended up in his bed, and checked the screen.

"I turned it off" he told me, "oh and you had a message from your mom. She said good luck today, and if you feel anxious don't be afraid to practice the breathing teck... Tech..."

"Techniques" I growled, "and how did you open my message?!"

"Your finger" he shrugged, "you've got ten of them".

"You used my finger to open my phone?!" I snapped, and he looked at me confused.

"Well yeah" he said, his brow lowered, "mine wouldn't work".

I shook my head as the young man before me paraded naked around the room. I considered asking him about the boy in the photo, but I was already running late for my first class and decided against it.

"Here" the man said, pulling a tight tank top over his shredded body and stepping toward me, his long cock dangling between his legs. "Can you suck it before we leave?"

As much as I wanted to, I couldn't get the image of his boyfriend out of my mind. I ducked by him and began to dress.

"Lemon" he said, turning to follow me, "my dick, why aren't you sucking it?"

"I'm late" I mumbled, feeling my rod swell as I pulled on my trousers, "later, maybe".

"Maybe..." He looked almost wounded by the words, but I didn't care.

I got dressed in record time, all the while Bradley continued to watch me like a giant, athletic puppy.

"Yo, bro, if it's about the message I'm sorry! My mom texts me some crazy shit too, like one time she was all like 'Brad, your brother just puked on the dog, and now the dogs puking on the new carpet' and I was like 'we got new carpet?!' and she was like – "

"It's not about the message" I told him, "I have to go, see you later".

I left the room, and felt a wave of guilt wash over me. The truth was, I liked Bradley, even in the short space of time that I'd known him. Sure, he wasn't the type of guy that I'd have ever expected to be into, but there was something sweet about him.

The fact remained however, that the other man in that photo was certainly not a friend. It was clear to tell, but the situation baffled me. Bradley was more than open enough to tell anybody who listened that I had sucked his dick, so why would he pretend to be straight around me? It made no sense, but I had no time to dwell on it either. I hurried to my first class in college and started my day.

All in all, the day had gone pretty well. Besides getting lost multiple times, there were no awkward mishaps or anything that my overactive brain would repeat as I lay in bed that night. It was a success, and as I returned to the dorm, I felt good about things.

I pushed open the door, and instantly my eyes widened.

A large, beefy young man hurtled through the air and bounced across the floor, landing inches from my feet and standing up instantly, wearing only a pair of black briefs which looked as though they'd be absorbed into his crotch at any second.

He ignored me entirely and ran back to Bradley, who was also dressed only in his underwear. I watched with bemused confusion as the two young men began to wrestle violently. My mouth fell open as Bradley lifted the guy over his head, smashing the lightbulb above, and dropped him roughly onto my bed. A loud crack sounded and I buried my head in my hands.

"Stop... Stop!... STOP IT!"

The two half naked men froze and turned to me.

"Get out" I said sternly, but the second young man, the one who I didn't recognise, walked toward me, his face like stone.

"And who the fuck are you?" He sneered breathlessly, and I could smell the sweat from his glistening body.

"That's Lemon" Bradley explained, pouring water down his throat as he wiped his brow.

"Lemon?" The man asked curiously, but moved on quickly. "Well whatever your name is, we're practicing, so fuck off".

For a guy as large as Bradley, he moved much quicker than I'd expected. I watched in awe as he wrapped his shovel like hands around the other guy's throat and drove him brutally into the wall.

"Never" he snarled, and my heart raced, "speak to Lemon like that".

"Bradley, bro" the man gasped, but Bradley pointed his finger close to his face.

"Do you hear me? Never do that again"

The man's face was turning increasingly red as Bradley squeezed his neck, and the longer it continued, the more likely it became that we would soon have a corpse in our dorm. I rushed forward and grabbed Bradley's strong, sweaty arm, but it felt more like a tree trunk and I could do nothing to help.

"It's okay, Bradley" I said, trying to prise his thick fingers from around his friend's throat.

Finally he let go and the humiliated young man gasped and held his neck.

"You're fucking insane!" He barked at Bradley, and ran as soon as the man stepped forward again.

"Are you okay, bro?" He asked me, holding my arms as though I was the one who had just been thrown through the air and almost choked out.

"I... I'm fine" I nodded, "but no more wrestling in the room, okay?"

Bradley nodded and pulled his underwear down to his ankles. I wasn't sure exactly why he decided that now would be a good time to get naked, but I wasn't complaining either. His huge cock looked deliciously inviting as he guided my hand to it.

"Now will you suck?" He whispered, as my fingers closed around the warm, thick flesh.

I was instantly turned on by him, but the photo remained in the back of my mind.

"I... I can't, Bradley" I sighed, his rod becoming firmer in my hand.

"You want me to wash it or something?" He asked, "we can have a shower together if you want?"

"It's not that" I told him, and his cock was now hard.

"Y... Your phone" I said, and I couldn't help but slide back his thick foreskin.

"The guy in your photo".

"Oh, yeah" he sighed sadly, and it wasn't the response I wanted.

The cat was out of the bag, and as much as I wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees, I couldn't do it knowing that he had a boyfriend.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, and he shrugged.

"I... I guess I was embarrassed" Bradley told me, unable to look me in the eye.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed" I said, and let go of his cock.

"I'm sorry, Lemon. I should have told you".

I walked over to my broken bed and sat down, deflated. I knew it had been too good to be true. Exciting things like this just didn't happen in my life. I looked back over at him, perhaps I'd simply get to enjoy watching my roommate for the next few years.

"What's his name" I asked, and I wasn't sure why I did, I just didn't want things to be awkward between us.

"Rex" he told me, and his name suited him.

"Have you been together long?"

Bradley stared at me for a moment, and shrugged.

"Eighteen years I guess", he groaned sadly.

"Eighteen... No, I mean, have you been together for long?"

The beefy man looked confused as his cock remained hard between his muscular legs.

"You and Rex" I said, trying to simplify it for him, "when did you start dating?"

"Dating?" He scoffed, "why would I date Rex?"

The situation was now spiralling into a deeper confusion for the two of us.

"Bradley, who is Rex?"

"My brother" he replied, and I wanted to smash my head off the wall and laugh at the same time.

"So why would you be embarrassed to tell me about him?!"

"I already told you about him, Lemon" he scoffed, "I was embarrassed because he's bigger than me in that picture. Not anymore though" he added, flexing his large biceps.

I stared at the handsome, sweet, caring young man and slid between his legs. I'd been thinking about it all day, and a moment later my mouth filled with his tasty meat and I began to swallow as much cock as I could.

"Can we still have our date tonight, Lemon?" He moaned as I bobbed on his tool.

"Yes" I mumbled, and relaxed into the blowjob as my new roommate began to groan.