u/healing-hearts-love

Everyone is 18+

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I was soaked to the bone, standing on the curb with rain hammering down so hard I could barely see ten feet ahead. My phone was dead, no Ubers showing up, and every cab that passed had its light off or just sped by without slowing. My nephew's place was twenty minutes away, and I kept picturing their dog trapped inside after they accidentally locked him in before flying out for the weekend. I had the spare key in my pocket, but time was running out.

Then I spotted this cab parked weird, half on the street near the corner, not at any stand. Engine looked off. I didn't think twice. I ran over, yanked the back door open, and slid in fast.

"Holy shit!" I blurted out.

The driver jumped hard in his seat. He had his pants open, dick out and rock hard, thick and pointing straight up with a thick bead of white cum already leaking from the tip and running down the side. His hand was still wrapped around it.

"Fuck!!!" he yelled, voice cracking. He scrambled to shove it back inside his jeans, face turning bright red. "What the hell, man? Get out"

I slammed the door shut from the inside out of pure shock and sat there for a second, heart racing. "Shit, shit, shit," I muttered, then pushed the door open again and stepped back into the rain. I stood there getting drenched, cursing myself.

Why the fuck did I just barge in like that? Idiot... Idiot... Jesus

A few seconds later the driver's window rolled down. He looked maybe thirty-five, short dark hair, stubble, wearing a faded black hoodie. His face was still flushed.

"Look... Er... I-I'm sorry about that," he said, voice low and awkward. "You scared the hell out of me. What do you need?"

I wiped rain out of my eyes. "I-I... Uh... need a ride, man. It's an emergency. My nephew and his wife are out of town and they locked their dog inside by mistake. I got the key but I have to get there quick before something bad happens."

He shook his head. "Sorry, I'm not taking rides right now. It's pouring and I'm done for the night."

"Please," I said, leaning closer to the window. "I've been out here twenty minutes and nobody will stop. I'll pay double, cash. It's only twenty minutes away. The dog's probably freaking out."

He rubbed his face with both hands, still looking embarrassed. "Double won't cover the headache if I hydroplane or something. I was about to head home."

"I get it," I said. "But I'm desperate here. Name your price. I swear it's legit. I wouldn't be out in this shit otherwise."

He stared at the steering wheel for a long moment, then sighed. "Fine. Get in. But I'm dropping you and that's it. No detours."

"Thank you. Seriously." I climbed into the back seat again, this time keeping my eyes forward at first. He started the engine and pulled out slow, wipers going full blast.

We drove in silence for a couple minutes. The cab smelled like wet clothes and faint cologne. I tried not to think about what I'd walked in on, but it kept flashing in my head. That thick cock standing up, the way the cum looked sliding down... I shifted in my seat.

"You really just... opened the door like that?" he asked suddenly, glancing at me in the rearview mirror.

"Yeah. I wasn't thinking. I saw the cab and just went for it." I paused. "Sorry you had to... deal with that."

He gave a short, embarrassed laugh. "Yeah, well. Timing sucked. Long day, you know how it is."

I nodded even though he couldn't see it well. "I get it. Rain like this makes everything feel... off."

Another few blocks passed. My eyes kept drifting down to the front seat. His jeans were still a little undone at the top, and there was a clear bulge pressing against the fabric. It hadn't gone down much. Every time he shifted or turned the wheel, it moved. I couldn't stop staring.

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Damn.... Why couldn't I stop looking?😭😭😭

Everyone is 18+

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Part 1 Part 2

I woke up before my alarm, which never happens, lay there for a second trying to remember why my brain felt like it had a backlog of things to process, then remembered. Tyler. Boxes. The kitchen thing. The whole conversation that started normal and ended up somewhere else. Every time I closed my eyes I saw him shirtless in the hallway light. By the time my alarm went off at six-thirty I felt like I’d been hit by a truck.

Get it together, Alex. He’s your roommate. That’s it…. Okay… A new dayyy

I work at a vet clinic a few blocks over, tech work, mostly holding animals still while people poke needles in them, and my shift starts early because that's when people drop their pets off before work. Six thirty alarm, out the door early. Jake's got some corporate job downtown, nine to five officially, though he's always cutting it close because he hits snooze like it's a competitive sport.

I heard Jake's door open before mine did. Then I heard him hit the bathroom door, and it didn't open.

"What the… " Bang, bang, bang. "Who's in here?"

"Me," came Tyler's voice, muffled, water already running.

"Tyler… man, come on, it's my time."

"Your time?"

"Yeah, my time. Six forty to seven, every weekday, that's mine. Ask Alex."

I came out of my room mid-conversation, basically, because Jake said my name like I was a witness on standby for every dispute in this apartment now.

"There's no actual schedule written down," I said, pulling a shirt over my head. "It's more like an understanding."

"It's a schedule," Jake said. "An unwritten schedule is still a schedule." He knocked again, harder. "Tyler. My work ass is bugging me, man. Come out fast."

"Two minutes!" Tyler yelled back, voice doing that thing where it's clear he's brushing his teeth at the same time. "I'm late too, man, give me two minutes."

Jake looked at me like I was supposed to fix this. I wasn't going to fix this. I had eggs to deal with.

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I went to the kitchen because somebody had to feed three grown men before they all scattered for the day, and that somebody is always me… before when Mike was here, he helped me the most, But after he left…. It’s always me…  mostly because I get up earliest and mostly because if I don't do it nobody eats anything but cereal standing over the sink. I do the same thing most mornings. Eggs, toast, for me and Jake it's the same every time with turkey bacon, he doesn't deviate, doesn't even like it when I switch up the seasoning. I don't know what Tyler eats. Nobody told me. So I just doubled the usual and figured he could deal with what's on the table or not eat, because I wasn't about to start a whole separate menu on day two of him living here.

Jake gave up on the bathroom door for a second and came stomping past me toward his room, presumably to pack his bag and accept his fate.

"I'm late too, man," I heard Tyler call again from behind the door, this time clearer, like he'd spit something out. "Couple more minutes."

"You said two minutes like four minutes ago," Jake yelled back from his room, voice carrying down the hall.

I cracked the eggs into a bowl, three of them, started whisking them.

A few minutes later Jake came back through, bag over one shoulder, hair half done, and went straight for the coffee maker like it owed him money.

"Did you tell him?" he asked, pouring.

"Tell who what?"

"Tyler. About the bathroom thing. Times and stuff."

I genuinely had not thought about it once since yesterday. "I forgot," I said, flipping the eggs.

I kept cooking, making a third omelette without really thinking. Turkey bacon was crisping in the microwave. Toast popped up. It felt weirdly domestic already, cooking for the guy I was low-key obsessing over after one day.

Jake made a noise like that explained everything wrong with the morning, took a sip of his coffee. A couple minutes later the bathroom door finally opened. I heard wet footsteps on the hardwood.

Tyler came walking out, fresh from the shower, steam still rolling off his skin. Just a single white towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist, barely hanging on. Water droplets were sliding down his chest, tracing over his pecs and down the ridges of his abs. His hair was wet and messy, dripping onto his shoulders and collarbone. That sharp V-line was right there on full display, cutting deep down into where the towel sat so fucking low I could see the base of his groin, the shadow where his cock was probably resting underneath.

Holy shit…. FUCK

My whole body reacted instantly. My cock twitched hard in my basketball shorts and started filling out fast, getting thicker and heavier by the second. Blood rushed straight down so quick I actually felt lightheaded. 

Fuck. Don’t think about that. Don’t think about him naked right there in the hallway. He’s your roommate. Stop.

But I couldn’t stop looking. My eyes dragged lower, tracing that deep V, imagining what his cock looked like soft under that towel, how it would hang heavy between his legs, how it might look when it got hard. The towel was so loose one wrong move and it would drop completely. I wanted it to. I wanted to see everything… his dick, his balls, the way his ass flexed when he walked.

Jesus Christ, Alex, get a fucking grip. He just got out of the shower and you’re standing here with a raging boner because of your new roommate. This is so fucked up…. Fuck…

I turned back to the stove way too fast, nearly knocking the pan off the burner. My cock was throbbing now, pressed tight against my shorts, begging for attention. I could feel the wet spot forming at the front. If he looked down he’d see it immediately.

Fuck… Nooo… What the heck is happening with me… He is a fucking stranger a day beforee… Arrggh

Jake let out a loud sigh of relief behind me. “Damnnnn, dude. Thank God. Finally.” He practically shoved past Tyler into the bathroom and slammed the door.

I heard footsteps, then Tyler's door clicking shut down the hall. Probably getting dressed. That's when the smell hit me.

Burnt. The eggs were burnt.

“Shit,” I said, yanking the pan off the heat, scraping at the edges that had gone dark and stiff while I'd been standing there doing absolutely nothing useful. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself and my hard-on down.

Come on, breathe….  I should think about something disgusting… yeah.. Cleaning those fucking anal glands… Uggghhhh… That one time the dog shit on the exam table…. Yeah yeah… Anything but Tyler’s V-line and that fucking towel.

I pressed the heel of my hand against my dick through my shorts, willing it to go down. It was still rock hard, leaking, twitching every time the image of him fresh out of the shower flashed in my head. The towel so low. That deep cut of his hips. The way water was running down his skin. Fuck…. It took a solid thirty seconds of slow breathing and thinking about boring shit before my cock finally started to soften. The wet spot was still there though, a small obvious mark on the gray fabric. I adjusted myself quick and hoped nobody would notice.

I went for more eggs to start a fresh batch and opened the carton.

Three left. I'd just used three. We were out.

Great. Perfect morning. Burnt eggs and now not enough eggs.

By the time Tyler came back out, dressed in those dark jeans and a tight button-up that showed off his shoulders, my dick had mostly behaved. Mostly.

I plated the food fast. Two decent-looking omelettes and one that looked like it got left in a fire. I took the best one for myself and made sure the burnt one was sitting right where Tyler would sit. 

Served you right for making me pop a boner in the middle of the kitchen.

Jake came barreling out of the bathroom a minute later, still pulling his shirt on, hair wet. We all sat down at the small table like it was any normal morning.

Jake grabbed his plate without looking, the way he does every morning, started eating before he was even fully seated. I went next, and I'll admit, I took the good plate. The one that wasn't burnt. Left the other one where it was.

"Morning," Tyler said, Jake mumbled morning with mouth full. Tyler looked at me, expecting a greet.

Don't say good morning back….Alex… don’t… If  you look at him again you’re done. 

 I coughed and nodded with a smile that came as such an awkward one, hiding myself inside…

He sat down, looked at his plate for a second, then looked up at me. I kept eating, like I hadn't noticed anything, but I was very aware of him noticing.

He didn't say anything about it. Just picked up his fork.

"Sorry," I said anyway, because the silence got to me first. "I didn't know what you eat for breakfast, so I just made what we usually do." Then, quieter, mostly to myself, "Not sorry about the burnt part."

Tyler looked up, half a smile already starting. "I heard that."

"You weren't supposed to."

"I have good ears." He took a bite anyway, chewed, shrugged. "It's fine, man. Thanks. I usually just do a protein bar or whatever. Breakfast feels like a lot of effort for seven in the morning."

"A protein bar is not breakfast."

"It's breakfast-adjacent."

"That's not a category."

"Everything's a category if you say it confident enough," he said, and Jake, mouth full, pointed his fork at both of us without even looking up from his plate, like he'd heard enough nonsense for one morning already.

Jake swallowed, then said, "Okay, real talk, we need an actual bathroom schedule. Like written down. This morning can't keep happening."

"Agreed," I said.

"We don't have time now," Jake said, checking his phone, already standing half up from his chair. "I'm late, Alex's probably late too, and… " he looked at Tyler, "I don't know your situation."

"I'm late too," Tyler said.

"Okay. Tonight then. We'll figure it out tonight, all three of us, actual conversation."

Nobody argued. We all knew it needed to happen, the kind of thing you keep saying you'll deal with later until later actually shows up. 

We finished eating fast after that, plates clearing in that rushed quiet way mornings go when everybody's got somewhere to be I was glad nobody seemed to notice my flushed face or the faint wet spot on my shorts. Everyone was too busy rushing. Jake was first out the door, already half into his jacket, calling back over his shoulder.

"Jake," I called after him. "We need to do groceries tonight too. We're out of eggs. Come straight home, evening, no excuses."

"Can't," he yelled back from the hallway, not even slowing down. "I'm covering for that day off I took last week, gonna be late as hell tonight."

I stood there for a second with the empty egg carton still in my hand. "Then you…," I said, turning around toward where Tyler had been gathering his stuff by the couch.

He was already looking at me. Hadn't said anything yet. Just looking, like he'd been waiting for me to turn around the whole time.

How long has he been standing there like that…? Wait… Does he know I popped a massive boner because of him? No, right?

“Me what?” he asked, calm, like he already knew the question.

-- To be continued

Everyone is 18+

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I just shared my umbrella with a stranger... But I never expected him to be my new roommate... Ugh....

Part 1

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Sooo... Er... yeah.

Tyler... The umbrella guy. Now apparently living in Mike's old room, twenty feet from mine.

I spent like ten minutes after that whole kitchen thing pretending to scroll my phone while my coffee went cold. Jake was still rambling about WiFi passwords like nothing happened. Tyler had disappeared back into his room, or what was about to be his room, and I could hear him on the phone with somebody.

"Yeah, no, I'm here. Just got here actually... no it's fine, the guys seem cool."

The guys seem cool. Damnnn…  He's talking about me and Jake like we're a unit. Weird to hear yourself described by a guy you were checking out under an umbrella twelve hours ago.

I was halfway through pouring a second cup when there was a knock at the door. Loud, the kind where you can tell it's not a person who lives there.

"I got it," Jake said, already walking past me.

He opened the door and there's a guy in a polo with a clipboard. From the corridor, I could see a moving truck the size of a small building parked outside the building, hazards flashing. 

"Delivery for a Tyler... Reyes?" the guy said, squinting at the clipboard like he wasn't sure he was reading his own handwriting.

Jake turned around and yelled down the hall without even thinking about it. "Tyler! Truck's here!"

There was a beat where nothing happened, then Tyler came jogging out of his room still holding his phone, hand over the bottom of it. "Sorry, hold on… " he said into it, then to the delivery guy, "yeah that's me, sorry, one sec."

He hung up and shoved the phone in his back pocket. Stood there for a second looking between me and Jake and the door like he was doing math on how this was supposed to go.

"That's everything I own pretty much," he said. Laughed a little, but it wasn't a real laugh. More like the kind you do when you're not sure if it's funny or just true.

The delivery guy was already heading back to the truck. "We just drop it curbside, you gotta get it up yourselves. Unless you paid for the white glove thing."

"I did not pay for the white glove thing," Tyler said.

Jake snorted. Tyler looked at us both again. I don't know why he kept looking at us like he needed permission, but he did.

"I mean….. Um…I can help," I said. Didn't even think about it really, it just came out.

He looked at me, and there was this half second where I swear something passed between us that had nothing to do with boxes. Then he nodded.

"Yeah? You don't have to, man."

"It's fine. Better than sitting here drinking bad coffee anyway."

Smooth, Alex…. Real smooth. Bring up the coffee.

Jake was already pulling on his shoes by the door, not even part of the conversation, just doing it. "I got nothing else going on. Let's get it done before it's a hundred degrees out there."

-[]-

The truck had everything you'd expect. A mattress wrapped in plastic that immediately became the heaviest, most annoying thing to carry because it kept folding wrong. A dresser that two of us had to walk sideways through the doorframe like we were smuggling a body. About nine boxes labeled "MISC" in different handwriting, which told me he packed in stages, probably over multiple days, probably stressed the whole time.

"What's in here, rocks?" Jake said, hauling one of the MISC boxes.

"Books, probably," Tyler said. "I don't know"

Jake dropped his box on the landing with a loud thud and stared at the side like it had insulted his mother.

“Bro… what the fuck does MISC even mean?”

Tyler was two steps behind me, still laughing under his breath. “Miscellaneous, man. You know, random shit.”

Jake blinked slowly. “Miscellaneous. You wrote ‘miscellaneous’ on a box. Like a fucking psychopath.”

“It’s a normal label!”

“Is it though?” Jake turned to me, fully pulling me into it. “Alex, back me up. Have you ever opened a MISC box and thought ‘ah yes, perfect.... that's tracks, exactly what I expected’?”

I really didn’t expect Jake to die on this hill today.

“Nah,” I said, grinning. “Every MISC box I’ve ever seen is just pure chaos. Socks, cables, old receipts, one random shoe…”

“Exactly!” Jake pointed at Tyler like he’d just won a court case. “It’s not a label, it’s a cry for help. Just write ‘I gave up’ on the box, man. Be honest with us.”

Tyler set his box down, fully cracking up now. “It means stuff I didn’t have time to sort, okay? It’s efficient.”

“Efficient?” Jake repeated, deadpan. “Bro, you wrote four syllables on nine different boxes instead of just labeling them"

"Fine... I stopped labeling them right after the first three."

"You didn't label.... any of them," I said, looking at the one in my arms. It said MISC too. "This says MISC"

"Argh.... fine... Yeah I lied. I labeled three of them right and then gave up."

I laughed at that, actually laughed, and he looked over at me kind of pleased with himself, like that was the goal.

We did maybe six trips up and down the stairs. Building's got no elevator, which everybody who's ever lived here complains about exactly once before just accepting it as a permanent inconvenience. By the third trip I was sweating through my shirt and Tyler had taken his off entirely, just tossed it over the railing on the second floor landing like it was nothing.

Holy fuckkk…

Okay…. Okay…. Umm…  Don't look… Yeahhh…... Don't be weird about a guy taking his shirt off because it's eighty five degrees and he's carrying furniture. That's fucking a normal thing people do.

I tried not to look. I really did. But there he was… broad shoulders, lean muscle shifting every time he lifted a box, a faint trail of hair disappearing into his gym shorts. The kind of body that makes you forget how to form normal sentences.

I looked anyway. Just for a second... Went right back to the box I was holding.

"You good?" he asked, because apparently I'd stopped walking for a second.

"Yeah, just…. box is heavier than it looks."

"It's my weights," he said. "Sorry, I should've warned you."

"You have weights???"

"I have weights."

"And you're moving in with a free gym downstairs that nobody uses."

"There's a gym?"

"There's a gym. Nobody uses it because the AC's broken in there so it's like ninety degrees year round."

"So basically a sauna with a treadmill."

"Basically."

He smiled at that, this small thing, not performing it for anyone, just genuinely thinking it was funny. Jake was already two boxes ahead of us, not paying attention to any of this, just grinding through the job like he wanted it over with.

Of course you must have weights… with that body you have…

We kept going. Every time our arms brushed or we had to squeeze past each other in the doorway, I felt it. That low, dangerous buzz. 

This dude is my roommate now… Jesusss... I’m gonna see him like this every day…

By the time we got the last box up, all three of us were wrecked. Jake collapsed onto the couch immediately, didn't even ask, just face planted into it like he'd been the one who'd been moving for three days straight instead of an hour. Tyler stood in the middle of his new room surrounded by boxes, shirt still off, hands on his hips, just looking at the mess like it was a problem he hadn't fully clocked yet.

"This is gonna take forever to unpack," he said.

"Welcome to the building," I said, leaning in the doorway. "Pretty sure Jake's stuff is still half in boxes and he's lived here two years."

"Hey," Jake called from the couch, not even lifting his head. "Some of that's intentional. Minimalism."

"It's not intentional," I called back. "You're just lazy."

Tyler laughed at that, properly this time, and sat down on the bare mattress since there were no sheets on it yet. Looked up at me still standing in the doorway.

"You're not gonna help me unpack too, are you?" he said, half joking, half actually asking.

"Depends what's in the boxes. If it's more weights, no."

"It's mostly books and a coffee maker I'm weirdly attached to."

"Then maybe."

He looked at me for a second too long after that. Or maybe it was normal length and I'm the one making it weird in my head. Hard to tell anymore.

.....

Later that night, after Jake had gone to bed and it was just me and Tyler in the kitchen because apparently we're both night people, he brought up the whole roommate thing properly. Like an actual conversation, not just logistics.

"So, real talk," he said, leaning against the counter with a beer he'd brought from his own stuff, the only thing he'd fully unpacked apparently. "This isn't gonna be weird, right? The whole umbrella thing."

"Why would it be weird?"

"I don't know. It's just… funny. Out of every apartment in this city, you happened to be the one guy I asked to share an umbrella with."

"Small city," I said. "Or small world. Whatever they say."

"Small world," he repeated, nodding slowly. "Yeah."

There was a pause that went on a little long. He was looking at me over the top of his beer, and I was very aware of the fact that he still didn't have a shirt on, and that the kitchen light made it very easy to notice things you're supposed to not be noticing about your new roommate three hours after meeting his moving truck.

"We should probably do the house rules thing," I said, mostly to have something to say. "Jake's got like a whole system."

"A system."

"He's particular. Dishes get done same day. No leaving food out because we had a roach thing last year. Don't use his specific pan, he'll know."

"How will he know."

"I don't know how he knows. He just knows."

Tyler smiled into his beer. "Okay. Any rules from you?"

I thought about it for a second. "Don't be loud after midnight on weekdays. I've got an early thing some mornings."

"Define loud."

"You'll know it when you hear it."

"That's not a definition, that's a vibe."

"It's a vibe-based rule. We run a vibe-based household here."

He laughed again, easy, and leaned a little further into the counter, which put him maybe a foot closer than he'd been a second ago. I don't think he meant to. Or maybe he did. I genuinely could not tell you which.

"What about visitors," he said. "Rules on that?"

"Depends who's visiting."

"That a real answer or are you avoiding the question?"

"It's a real answer. Jake's girlfriend basically lives here some weeks, so the bar's already low."

"And for you? You got a, I don't know. Situation. Someone who'd be coming around."

Why does that feel like a different question than the one he's asking..

"No situation," I said. "Not right now."

"Huh," he said. 

Just that. Huh. Like it was information he was filing away somewhere.

"What about you," I said, because two could play this game, whatever this game was. "Tech sales guy, new in town. You got somebody back wherever you came from?"

"Nah. Single. Clean slate, new city, all that." He took a sip, looked at me over the bottle. "Figured I'd see what the city's got going on first."

"And what's it got going on so far?"

"Rain. An umbrella guy who turned out to be my roommate. A free gym that's apparently a sauna."

"Strong first impression."

"I don't know, I'm not complaining," he said, and there was something in the way he said it, low, almost careless, that landed somewhere it probably wasn't supposed to.

He didn't mean anything by that. People say stuff like that. It's not a thing

I finished my water, set the glass in the sink, suddenly very aware of needing somewhere to put my hands. "I should sleep. Early thing tomorrow."

"Right. Yeah." He pushed off the counter. "Thanks again. For today. The boxes and… all that."

"It's what roommates do."

"Is it? Or is that just an umbrella thing you've got going on, helping random guys with their stuff."

"Don't push it," I said, but I was smiling when I said it, and he caught that, and smiled back like he'd won something.

"Night, Alex."

"Night, Tyler."

I walked back to my room and lay there for a while not sleeping, running the kitchen conversation over in my head, trying to figure out at what point it had stopped being a normal new-roommate conversation and started being something else, and not finding a clean answer, because there wasn't one. It had just slid from one into the other so easy I almost didn't catch it happening.

Twenty feet away. Sleeping twenty feet away, no shirt, probably, in a bed with no sheets on it yet.

Great… Great… This is gonna be a long lease.

****

To be continued...

Everyone is 18+

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I just shared my umbrella with a stranger... But I never expected him to be my new roommate... Ugh....

Part 1

~~~

Sooo... Er... yeah.

Tyler... The umbrella guy. Now apparently living in Mike's old room, twenty feet from mine.

I spent like ten minutes after that whole kitchen thing pretending to scroll my phone while my coffee went cold. Jake was still rambling about WiFi passwords like nothing happened. Tyler had disappeared back into his room, or what was about to be his room, and I could hear him on the phone with somebody.

"Yeah, no, I'm here. Just got here actually... no it's fine, the guys seem cool."

The guys seem cool. Damnnn…  He's talking about me and Jake like we're a unit. Weird to hear yourself described by a guy you were checking out under an umbrella twelve hours ago.

I was halfway through pouring a second cup when there was a knock at the door. Loud, the kind where you can tell it's not a person who lives there.

"I got it," Jake said, already walking past me.

He opened the door and there's a guy in a polo with a clipboard. From the corridor, I could see a moving truck the size of a small building parked outside the building, hazards flashing. 

"Delivery for a Tyler... Reyes?" the guy said, squinting at the clipboard like he wasn't sure he was reading his own handwriting.

Jake turned around and yelled down the hall without even thinking about it. "Tyler! Truck's here!"

There was a beat where nothing happened, then Tyler came jogging out of his room still holding his phone, hand over the bottom of it. "Sorry, hold on… " he said into it, then to the delivery guy, "yeah that's me, sorry, one sec."

He hung up and shoved the phone in his back pocket. Stood there for a second looking between me and Jake and the door like he was doing math on how this was supposed to go.

"That's everything I own pretty much," he said. Laughed a little, but it wasn't a real laugh. More like the kind you do when you're not sure if it's funny or just true.

The delivery guy was already heading back to the truck. "We just drop it curbside, you gotta get it up yourselves. Unless you paid for the white glove thing."

"I did not pay for the white glove thing," Tyler said.

Jake snorted. Tyler looked at us both again. I don't know why he kept looking at us like he needed permission, but he did.

"I mean….. Um…I can help," I said. Didn't even think about it really, it just came out.

He looked at me, and there was this half second where I swear something passed between us that had nothing to do with boxes. Then he nodded.

"Yeah? You don't have to, man."

"It's fine. Better than sitting here drinking bad coffee anyway."

Smooth, Alex…. Real smooth. Bring up the coffee.

Jake was already pulling on his shoes by the door, not even part of the conversation, just doing it. "I got nothing else going on. Let's get it done before it's a hundred degrees out there."

-[]-

The truck had everything you'd expect. A mattress wrapped in plastic that immediately became the heaviest, most annoying thing to carry because it kept folding wrong. A dresser that two of us had to walk sideways through the doorframe like we were smuggling a body. About nine boxes labeled "MISC" in different handwriting, which told me he packed in stages, probably over multiple days, probably stressed the whole time.

"What's in here, rocks?" Jake said, hauling one of the MISC boxes.

"Books, probably," Tyler said. "I don't know"

Jake dropped his box on the landing with a loud thud and stared at the side like it had insulted his mother.

“Bro… what the fuck does MISC even mean?”

Tyler was two steps behind me, still laughing under his breath. “Miscellaneous, man. You know, random shit.”

Jake blinked slowly. “Miscellaneous. You wrote ‘miscellaneous’ on a box. Like a fucking psychopath.”

“It’s a normal label!”

“Is it though?” Jake turned to me, fully pulling me into it. “Alex, back me up. Have you ever opened a MISC box and thought ‘ah yes, perfect.... that's tracks, exactly what I expected’?”

I really didn’t expect Jake to die on this hill today.

“Nah,” I said, grinning. “Every MISC box I’ve ever seen is just pure chaos. Socks, cables, old receipts, one random shoe…”

“Exactly!” Jake pointed at Tyler like he’d just won a court case. “It’s not a label, it’s a cry for help. Just write ‘I gave up’ on the box, man. Be honest with us.”

Tyler set his box down, fully cracking up now. “It means stuff I didn’t have time to sort, okay? It’s efficient.”

“Efficient?” Jake repeated, deadpan. “Bro, you wrote four syllables on nine different boxes instead of just labeling them"

"Fine... I stopped labeling them right after the first three."

"You didn't label.... any of them," I said, looking at the one in my arms. It said MISC too. "This says MISC"

"Argh.... fine... Yeah I lied. I labeled three of them right and then gave up."

I laughed at that, actually laughed, and he looked over at me kind of pleased with himself, like that was the goal.

We did maybe six trips up and down the stairs. Building's got no elevator, which everybody who's ever lived here complains about exactly once before just accepting it as a permanent inconvenience. By the third trip I was sweating through my shirt and Tyler had taken his off entirely, just tossed it over the railing on the second floor landing like it was nothing.

Holy fuckkk…

Okay…. Okay…. Umm…  Don't look… Yeahhh…... Don't be weird about a guy taking his shirt off because it's eighty five degrees and he's carrying furniture. That's fucking a normal thing people do.

I tried not to look. I really did. But there he was… broad shoulders, lean muscle shifting every time he lifted a box, a faint trail of hair disappearing into his gym shorts. The kind of body that makes you forget how to form normal sentences.

I looked anyway. Just for a second... Went right back to the box I was holding.

"You good?" he asked, because apparently I'd stopped walking for a second.

"Yeah, just…. box is heavier than it looks."

"It's my weights," he said. "Sorry, I should've warned you."

"You have weights???"

"I have weights."

"And you're moving in with a free gym downstairs that nobody uses."

"There's a gym?"

"There's a gym. Nobody uses it because the AC's broken in there so it's like ninety degrees year round."

"So basically a sauna with a treadmill."

"Basically."

He smiled at that, this small thing, not performing it for anyone, just genuinely thinking it was funny. Jake was already two boxes ahead of us, not paying attention to any of this, just grinding through the job like he wanted it over with.

Of course you must have weights… with that body you have…

We kept going. Every time our arms brushed or we had to squeeze past each other in the doorway, I felt it. That low, dangerous buzz. 

This dude is my roommate now… Jesusss... I’m gonna see him like this every day…

By the time we got the last box up, all three of us were wrecked. Jake collapsed onto the couch immediately, didn't even ask, just face planted into it like he'd been the one who'd been moving for three days straight instead of an hour. Tyler stood in the middle of his new room surrounded by boxes, shirt still off, hands on his hips, just looking at the mess like it was a problem he hadn't fully clocked yet.

"This is gonna take forever to unpack," he said.

"Welcome to the building," I said, leaning in the doorway. "Pretty sure Jake's stuff is still half in boxes and he's lived here two years."

"Hey," Jake called from the couch, not even lifting his head. "Some of that's intentional. Minimalism."

"It's not intentional," I called back. "You're just lazy."

Tyler laughed at that, properly this time, and sat down on the bare mattress since there were no sheets on it yet. Looked up at me still standing in the doorway.

"You're not gonna help me unpack too, are you?" he said, half joking, half actually asking.

"Depends what's in the boxes. If it's more weights, no."

"It's mostly books and a coffee maker I'm weirdly attached to."

"Then maybe."

He looked at me for a second too long after that. Or maybe it was normal length and I'm the one making it weird in my head. Hard to tell anymore.

.....

Later that night, after Jake had gone to bed and it was just me and Tyler in the kitchen because apparently we're both night people, he brought up the whole roommate thing properly. Like an actual conversation, not just logistics.

"So, real talk," he said, leaning against the counter with a beer he'd brought from his own stuff, the only thing he'd fully unpacked apparently. "This isn't gonna be weird, right? The whole umbrella thing."

"Why would it be weird?"

"I don't know. It's just… funny. Out of every apartment in this city, you happened to be the one guy I asked to share an umbrella with."

"Small city," I said. "Or small world. Whatever they say."

"Small world," he repeated, nodding slowly. "Yeah."

There was a pause that went on a little long. He was looking at me over the top of his beer, and I was very aware of the fact that he still didn't have a shirt on, and that the kitchen light made it very easy to notice things you're supposed to not be noticing about your new roommate three hours after meeting his moving truck.

"We should probably do the house rules thing," I said, mostly to have something to say. "Jake's got like a whole system."

"A system."

"He's particular. Dishes get done same day. No leaving food out because we had a roach thing last year. Don't use his specific pan, he'll know."

"How will he know."

"I don't know how he knows. He just knows."

Tyler smiled into his beer. "Okay. Any rules from you?"

I thought about it for a second. "Don't be loud after midnight on weekdays. I've got an early thing some mornings."

"Define loud."

"You'll know it when you hear it."

"That's not a definition, that's a vibe."

"It's a vibe-based rule. We run a vibe-based household here."

He laughed again, easy, and leaned a little further into the counter, which put him maybe a foot closer than he'd been a second ago. I don't think he meant to. Or maybe he did. I genuinely could not tell you which.

"What about visitors," he said. "Rules on that?"

"Depends who's visiting."

"That a real answer or are you avoiding the question?"

"It's a real answer. Jake's girlfriend basically lives here some weeks, so the bar's already low."

"And for you? You got a, I don't know. Situation. Someone who'd be coming around."

Why does that feel like a different question than the one he's asking..

"No situation," I said. "Not right now."

"Huh," he said. 

Just that. Huh. Like it was information he was filing away somewhere.

"What about you," I said, because two could play this game, whatever this game was. "Tech sales guy, new in town. You got somebody back wherever you came from?"

"Nah. Single. Clean slate, new city, all that." He took a sip, looked at me over the bottle. "Figured I'd see what the city's got going on first."

"And what's it got going on so far?"

"Rain. An umbrella guy who turned out to be my roommate. A free gym that's apparently a sauna."

"Strong first impression."

"I don't know, I'm not complaining," he said, and there was something in the way he said it, low, almost careless, that landed somewhere it probably wasn't supposed to.

He didn't mean anything by that. People say stuff like that. It's not a thing

I finished my water, set the glass in the sink, suddenly very aware of needing somewhere to put my hands. "I should sleep. Early thing tomorrow."

"Right. Yeah." He pushed off the counter. "Thanks again. For today. The boxes and… all that."

"It's what roommates do."

"Is it? Or is that just an umbrella thing you've got going on, helping random guys with their stuff."

"Don't push it," I said, but I was smiling when I said it, and he caught that, and smiled back like he'd won something.

"Night, Alex."

"Night, Tyler."

I walked back to my room and lay there for a while not sleeping, running the kitchen conversation over in my head, trying to figure out at what point it had stopped being a normal new-roommate conversation and started being something else, and not finding a clean answer, because there wasn't one. It had just slid from one into the other so easy I almost didn't catch it happening.

Twenty feet away. Sleeping twenty feet away, no shirt, probably, in a bed with no sheets on it yet.

Great… Great… This is gonna be a long lease.

****

To be continued...

Everyone is 18+

~~~~

I just shared my umbrella with a stranger... But I never expected him to be my new roommate... Ugh....

Part 1

~~~

Sooo... Er... yeah.

Tyler... The umbrella guy. Now apparently living in Mike's old room, twenty feet from mine.

I spent like ten minutes after that whole kitchen thing pretending to scroll my phone while my coffee went cold. Jake was still rambling about WiFi passwords like nothing happened. Tyler had disappeared back into his room, or what was about to be his room, and I could hear him on the phone with somebody.

"Yeah, no, I'm here. Just got here actually... no it's fine, the guys seem cool."

The guys seem cool. Damnnn…  He's talking about me and Jake like we're a unit. Weird to hear yourself described by a guy you were checking out under an umbrella twelve hours ago.

I was halfway through pouring a second cup when there was a knock at the door. Loud, the kind where you can tell it's not a person who lives there.

"I got it," Jake said, already walking past me.

He opened the door and there's a guy in a polo with a clipboard. From the corridor, I could see a moving truck the size of a small building parked outside the building, hazards flashing. 

"Delivery for a Tyler... Reyes?" the guy said, squinting at the clipboard like he wasn't sure he was reading his own handwriting.

Jake turned around and yelled down the hall without even thinking about it. "Tyler! Truck's here!"

There was a beat where nothing happened, then Tyler came jogging out of his room still holding his phone, hand over the bottom of it. "Sorry, hold on… " he said into it, then to the delivery guy, "yeah that's me, sorry, one sec."

He hung up and shoved the phone in his back pocket. Stood there for a second looking between me and Jake and the door like he was doing math on how this was supposed to go.

"That's everything I own pretty much," he said. Laughed a little, but it wasn't a real laugh. More like the kind you do when you're not sure if it's funny or just true.

The delivery guy was already heading back to the truck. "We just drop it curbside, you gotta get it up yourselves. Unless you paid for the white glove thing."

"I did not pay for the white glove thing," Tyler said.

Jake snorted. Tyler looked at us both again. I don't know why he kept looking at us like he needed permission, but he did.

"I mean….. Um…I can help," I said. Didn't even think about it really, it just came out.

He looked at me, and there was this half second where I swear something passed between us that had nothing to do with boxes. Then he nodded.

"Yeah? You don't have to, man."

"It's fine. Better than sitting here drinking bad coffee anyway."

Smooth, Alex…. Real smooth. Bring up the coffee.

Jake was already pulling on his shoes by the door, not even part of the conversation, just doing it. "I got nothing else going on. Let's get it done before it's a hundred degrees out there."

-[]-

The truck had everything you'd expect. A mattress wrapped in plastic that immediately became the heaviest, most annoying thing to carry because it kept folding wrong. A dresser that two of us had to walk sideways through the doorframe like we were smuggling a body. About nine boxes labeled "MISC" in different handwriting, which told me he packed in stages, probably over multiple days, probably stressed the whole time.

"What's in here, rocks?" Jake said, hauling one of the MISC boxes.

"Books, probably," Tyler said. "I don't know"

Jake dropped his box on the landing with a loud thud and stared at the side like it had insulted his mother.

“Bro… what the fuck does MISC even mean?”

Tyler was two steps behind me, still laughing under his breath. “Miscellaneous, man. You know, random shit.”

Jake blinked slowly. “Miscellaneous. You wrote ‘miscellaneous’ on a box. Like a fucking psychopath.”

“It’s a normal label!”

“Is it though?” Jake turned to me, fully pulling me into it. “Alex, back me up. Have you ever opened a MISC box and thought ‘ah yes, perfect.... that's tracks, exactly what I expected’?”

I really didn’t expect Jake to die on this hill today.

“Nah,” I said, grinning. “Every MISC box I’ve ever seen is just pure chaos. Socks, cables, old receipts, one random shoe…”

“Exactly!” Jake pointed at Tyler like he’d just won a court case. “It’s not a label, it’s a cry for help. Just write ‘I gave up’ on the box, man. Be honest with us.”

Tyler set his box down, fully cracking up now. “It means stuff I didn’t have time to sort, okay? It’s efficient.”

“Efficient?” Jake repeated, deadpan. “Bro, you wrote four syllables on nine different boxes instead of just labeling them"

"Fine... I stopped labeling them right after the first three."

"You didn't label.... any of them," I said, looking at the one in my arms. It said MISC too. "This says MISC"

"Argh.... fine... Yeah I lied. I labeled three of them right and then gave up."

I laughed at that, actually laughed, and he looked over at me kind of pleased with himself, like that was the goal.

We did maybe six trips up and down the stairs. Building's got no elevator, which everybody who's ever lived here complains about exactly once before just accepting it as a permanent inconvenience. By the third trip I was sweating through my shirt and Tyler had taken his off entirely, just tossed it over the railing on the second floor landing like it was nothing.

Holy fuckkk…

Okay…. Okay…. Umm…  Don't look… Yeahhh…... Don't be weird about a guy taking his shirt off because it's eighty five degrees and he's carrying furniture. That's fucking a normal thing people do.

I tried not to look. I really did. But there he was… broad shoulders, lean muscle shifting every time he lifted a box, a faint trail of hair disappearing into his gym shorts. The kind of body that makes you forget how to form normal sentences.

I looked anyway. Just for a second... Went right back to the box I was holding.

"You good?" he asked, because apparently I'd stopped walking for a second.

"Yeah, just…. box is heavier than it looks."

"It's my weights," he said. "Sorry, I should've warned you."

"You have weights???"

"I have weights."

"And you're moving in with a free gym downstairs that nobody uses."

"There's a gym?"

"There's a gym. Nobody uses it because the AC's broken in there so it's like ninety degrees year round."

"So basically a sauna with a treadmill."

"Basically."

He smiled at that, this small thing, not performing it for anyone, just genuinely thinking it was funny. Jake was already two boxes ahead of us, not paying attention to any of this, just grinding through the job like he wanted it over with.

Of course you must have weights… with that body you have…

We kept going. Every time our arms brushed or we had to squeeze past each other in the doorway, I felt it. That low, dangerous buzz. 

This dude is my roommate now… Jesusss... I’m gonna see him like this every day…

By the time we got the last box up, all three of us were wrecked. Jake collapsed onto the couch immediately, didn't even ask, just face planted into it like he'd been the one who'd been moving for three days straight instead of an hour. Tyler stood in the middle of his new room surrounded by boxes, shirt still off, hands on his hips, just looking at the mess like it was a problem he hadn't fully clocked yet.

"This is gonna take forever to unpack," he said.

"Welcome to the building," I said, leaning in the doorway. "Pretty sure Jake's stuff is still half in boxes and he's lived here two years."

"Hey," Jake called from the couch, not even lifting his head. "Some of that's intentional. Minimalism."

"It's not intentional," I called back. "You're just lazy."

Tyler laughed at that, properly this time, and sat down on the bare mattress since there were no sheets on it yet. Looked up at me still standing in the doorway.

"You're not gonna help me unpack too, are you?" he said, half joking, half actually asking.

"Depends what's in the boxes. If it's more weights, no."

"It's mostly books and a coffee maker I'm weirdly attached to."

"Then maybe."

He looked at me for a second too long after that. Or maybe it was normal length and I'm the one making it weird in my head. Hard to tell anymore.

.....

Later that night, after Jake had gone to bed and it was just me and Tyler in the kitchen because apparently we're both night people, he brought up the whole roommate thing properly. Like an actual conversation, not just logistics.

"So, real talk," he said, leaning against the counter with a beer he'd brought from his own stuff, the only thing he'd fully unpacked apparently. "This isn't gonna be weird, right? The whole umbrella thing."

"Why would it be weird?"

"I don't know. It's just… funny. Out of every apartment in this city, you happened to be the one guy I asked to share an umbrella with."

"Small city," I said. "Or small world. Whatever they say."

"Small world," he repeated, nodding slowly. "Yeah."

There was a pause that went on a little long. He was looking at me over the top of his beer, and I was very aware of the fact that he still didn't have a shirt on, and that the kitchen light made it very easy to notice things you're supposed to not be noticing about your new roommate three hours after meeting his moving truck.

"We should probably do the house rules thing," I said, mostly to have something to say. "Jake's got like a whole system."

"A system."

"He's particular. Dishes get done same day. No leaving food out because we had a roach thing last year. Don't use his specific pan, he'll know."

"How will he know."

"I don't know how he knows. He just knows."

Tyler smiled into his beer. "Okay. Any rules from you?"

I thought about it for a second. "Don't be loud after midnight on weekdays. I've got an early thing some mornings."

"Define loud."

"You'll know it when you hear it."

"That's not a definition, that's a vibe."

"It's a vibe-based rule. We run a vibe-based household here."

He laughed again, easy, and leaned a little further into the counter, which put him maybe a foot closer than he'd been a second ago. I don't think he meant to. Or maybe he did. I genuinely could not tell you which.

"What about visitors," he said. "Rules on that?"

"Depends who's visiting."

"That a real answer or are you avoiding the question?"

"It's a real answer. Jake's girlfriend basically lives here some weeks, so the bar's already low."

"And for you? You got a, I don't know. Situation. Someone who'd be coming around."

Why does that feel like a different question than the one he's asking..

"No situation," I said. "Not right now."

"Huh," he said. 

Just that. Huh. Like it was information he was filing away somewhere.

"What about you," I said, because two could play this game, whatever this game was. "Tech sales guy, new in town. You got somebody back wherever you came from?"

"Nah. Single. Clean slate, new city, all that." He took a sip, looked at me over the bottle. "Figured I'd see what the city's got going on first."

"And what's it got going on so far?"

"Rain. An umbrella guy who turned out to be my roommate. A free gym that's apparently a sauna."

"Strong first impression."

"I don't know, I'm not complaining," he said, and there was something in the way he said it, low, almost careless, that landed somewhere it probably wasn't supposed to.

He didn't mean anything by that. People say stuff like that. It's not a thing

I finished my water, set the glass in the sink, suddenly very aware of needing somewhere to put my hands. "I should sleep. Early thing tomorrow."

"Right. Yeah." He pushed off the counter. "Thanks again. For today. The boxes and… all that."

"It's what roommates do."

"Is it? Or is that just an umbrella thing you've got going on, helping random guys with their stuff."

"Don't push it," I said, but I was smiling when I said it, and he caught that, and smiled back like he'd won something.

"Night, Alex."

"Night, Tyler."

I walked back to my room and lay there for a while not sleeping, running the kitchen conversation over in my head, trying to figure out at what point it had stopped being a normal new-roommate conversation and started being something else, and not finding a clean answer, because there wasn't one. It had just slid from one into the other so easy I almost didn't catch it happening.

Twenty feet away. Sleeping twenty feet away, no shirt, probably, in a bed with no sheets on it yet.

Great… Great… This is gonna be a long lease.

****

To be continued...

Part 1

Everyone is 18+

~~~~

I just shared my umbrella with a stranger... But I never expected him to be my new roommate... Ugh....

~~~

Sooo... Er... yeah.

Tyler... The umbrella guy. Now apparently living in Mike's old room, twenty feet from mine.

I spent like ten minutes after that whole kitchen thing pretending to scroll my phone while my coffee went cold. Jake was still rambling about WiFi passwords like nothing happened. Tyler had disappeared back into his room, or what was about to be his room, and I could hear him on the phone with somebody.

"Yeah, no, I'm here. Just got here actually... no it's fine, the guys seem cool."

The guys seem cool. Damnnn…  He's talking about me and Jake like we're a unit. Weird to hear yourself described by a guy you were checking out under an umbrella twelve hours ago.

I was halfway through pouring a second cup when there was a knock at the door. Loud, the kind where you can tell it's not a person who lives there.

"I got it," Jake said, already walking past me.

He opened the door and there's a guy in a polo with a clipboard. From the corridor, I could see a moving truck the size of a small building parked outside the building, hazards flashing. 

"Delivery for a Tyler... Reyes?" the guy said, squinting at the clipboard like he wasn't sure he was reading his own handwriting.

Jake turned around and yelled down the hall without even thinking about it. "Tyler! Truck's here!"

There was a beat where nothing happened, then Tyler came jogging out of his room still holding his phone, hand over the bottom of it. "Sorry, hold on… " he said into it, then to the delivery guy, "yeah that's me, sorry, one sec."

He hung up and shoved the phone in his back pocket. Stood there for a second looking between me and Jake and the door like he was doing math on how this was supposed to go.

"That's everything I own pretty much," he said. Laughed a little, but it wasn't a real laugh. More like the kind you do when you're not sure if it's funny or just true.

The delivery guy was already heading back to the truck. "We just drop it curbside, you gotta get it up yourselves. Unless you paid for the white glove thing."

"I did not pay for the white glove thing," Tyler said.

Jake snorted. Tyler looked at us both again. I don't know why he kept looking at us like he needed permission, but he did.

"I mean….. Um…I can help," I said. Didn't even think about it really, it just came out.

He looked at me, and there was this half second where I swear something passed between us that had nothing to do with boxes. Then he nodded.

"Yeah? You don't have to, man."

"It's fine. Better than sitting here drinking bad coffee anyway."

Smooth, Alex…. Real smooth. Bring up the coffee.

Jake was already pulling on his shoes by the door, not even part of the conversation, just doing it. "I got nothing else going on. Let's get it done before it's a hundred degrees out there."

-[]-

The truck had everything you'd expect. A mattress wrapped in plastic that immediately became the heaviest, most annoying thing to carry because it kept folding wrong. A dresser that two of us had to walk sideways through the doorframe like we were smuggling a body. About nine boxes labeled "MISC" in different handwriting, which told me he packed in stages, probably over multiple days, probably stressed the whole time.

"What's in here, rocks?" Jake said, hauling one of the MISC boxes.

"Books, probably," Tyler said. "I don't know"

Jake dropped his box on the landing with a loud thud and stared at the side like it had insulted his mother.

“Bro… what the fuck does MISC even mean?”

Tyler was two steps behind me, still laughing under his breath. “Miscellaneous, man. You know, random shit.”

Jake blinked slowly. “Miscellaneous. You wrote ‘miscellaneous’ on a box. Like a fucking psychopath.”

“It’s a normal label!”

“Is it though?” Jake turned to me, fully pulling me into it. “Alex, back me up. Have you ever opened a MISC box and thought ‘ah yes, perfect.... that's tracks, exactly what I expected’?”

I really didn’t expect Jake to die on this hill today.

“Nah,” I said, grinning. “Every MISC box I’ve ever seen is just pure chaos. Socks, cables, old receipts, one random shoe…”

“Exactly!” Jake pointed at Tyler like he’d just won a court case. “It’s not a label, it’s a cry for help. Just write ‘I gave up’ on the box, man. Be honest with us.”

Tyler set his box down, fully cracking up now. “It means stuff I didn’t have time to sort, okay? It’s efficient.”

“Efficient?” Jake repeated, deadpan. “Bro, you wrote four syllables on nine different boxes instead of just labeling them"

"Fine... I stopped labeling them right after the first three."

"You didn't label.... any of them," I said, looking at the one in my arms. It said MISC too. "This says MISC"

"Argh.... fine... Yeah I lied. I labeled three of them right and then gave up."

I laughed at that, actually laughed, and he looked over at me kind of pleased with himself, like that was the goal.

We did maybe six trips up and down the stairs. Building's got no elevator, which everybody who's ever lived here complains about exactly once before just accepting it as a permanent inconvenience. By the third trip I was sweating through my shirt and Tyler had taken his off entirely, just tossed it over the railing on the second floor landing like it was nothing.

Holy fuckkk…

Okay…. Okay…. Umm…  Don't look… Yeahhh…... Don't be weird about a guy taking his shirt off because it's eighty five degrees and he's carrying furniture. That's fucking a normal thing people do.

I tried not to look. I really did. But there he was… broad shoulders, lean muscle shifting every time he lifted a box, a faint trail of hair disappearing into his gym shorts. The kind of body that makes you forget how to form normal sentences.

I looked anyway. Just for a second... Went right back to the box I was holding.

"You good?" he asked, because apparently I'd stopped walking for a second.

"Yeah, just…. box is heavier than it looks."

"It's my weights," he said. "Sorry, I should've warned you."

"You have weights???"

"I have weights."

"And you're moving in with a free gym downstairs that nobody uses."

"There's a gym?"

"There's a gym. Nobody uses it because the AC's broken in there so it's like ninety degrees year round."

"So basically a sauna with a treadmill."

"Basically."

He smiled at that, this small thing, not performing it for anyone, just genuinely thinking it was funny. Jake was already two boxes ahead of us, not paying attention to any of this, just grinding through the job like he wanted it over with.

Of course you must have weights… with that body you have…

We kept going. Every time our arms brushed or we had to squeeze past each other in the doorway, I felt it. That low, dangerous buzz. 

This dude is my roommate now… Jesusss... I’m gonna see him like this every day…

By the time we got the last box up, all three of us were wrecked. Jake collapsed onto the couch immediately, didn't even ask, just face planted into it like he'd been the one who'd been moving for three days straight instead of an hour. Tyler stood in the middle of his new room surrounded by boxes, shirt still off, hands on his hips, just looking at the mess like it was a problem he hadn't fully clocked yet.

"This is gonna take forever to unpack," he said.

"Welcome to the building," I said, leaning in the doorway. "Pretty sure Jake's stuff is still half in boxes and he's lived here two years."

"Hey," Jake called from the couch, not even lifting his head. "Some of that's intentional. Minimalism."

"It's not intentional," I called back. "You're just lazy."

Tyler laughed at that, properly this time, and sat down on the bare mattress since there were no sheets on it yet. Looked up at me still standing in the doorway.

"You're not gonna help me unpack too, are you?" he said, half joking, half actually asking.

"Depends what's in the boxes. If it's more weights, no."

"It's mostly books and a coffee maker I'm weirdly attached to."

"Then maybe."

He looked at me for a second too long after that. Or maybe it was normal length and I'm the one making it weird in my head. Hard to tell anymore.

.....

Later that night, after Jake had gone to bed and it was just me and Tyler in the kitchen because apparently we're both night people, he brought up the whole roommate thing properly. Like an actual conversation, not just logistics.

"So, real talk," he said, leaning against the counter with a beer he'd brought from his own stuff, the only thing he'd fully unpacked apparently. "This isn't gonna be weird, right? The whole umbrella thing."

"Why would it be weird?"

"I don't know. It's just… funny. Out of every apartment in this city, you happened to be the one guy I asked to share an umbrella with."

"Small city," I said. "Or small world. Whatever they say."

"Small world," he repeated, nodding slowly. "Yeah."

There was a pause that went on a little long. He was looking at me over the top of his beer, and I was very aware of the fact that he still didn't have a shirt on, and that the kitchen light made it very easy to notice things you're supposed to not be noticing about your new roommate three hours after meeting his moving truck.

"We should probably do the house rules thing," I said, mostly to have something to say. "Jake's got like a whole system."

"A system."

"He's particular. Dishes get done same day. No leaving food out because we had a roach thing last year. Don't use his specific pan, he'll know."

"How will he know."

"I don't know how he knows. He just knows."

Tyler smiled into his beer. "Okay. Any rules from you?"

I thought about it for a second. "Don't be loud after midnight on weekdays. I've got an early thing some mornings."

"Define loud."

"You'll know it when you hear it."

"That's not a definition, that's a vibe."

"It's a vibe-based rule. We run a vibe-based household here."

He laughed again, easy, and leaned a little further into the counter, which put him maybe a foot closer than he'd been a second ago. I don't think he meant to. Or maybe he did. I genuinely could not tell you which.

"What about visitors," he said. "Rules on that?"

"Depends who's visiting."

"That a real answer or are you avoiding the question?"

"It's a real answer. Jake's girlfriend basically lives here some weeks, so the bar's already low."

"And for you? You got a, I don't know. Situation. Someone who'd be coming around."

Why does that feel like a different question than the one he's asking..

"No situation," I said. "Not right now."

"Huh," he said. 

Just that. Huh. Like it was information he was filing away somewhere.

"What about you," I said, because two could play this game, whatever this game was. "Tech sales guy, new in town. You got somebody back wherever you came from?"

"Nah. Single. Clean slate, new city, all that." He took a sip, looked at me over the bottle. "Figured I'd see what the city's got going on first."

"And what's it got going on so far?"

"Rain. An umbrella guy who turned out to be my roommate. A free gym that's apparently a sauna."

"Strong first impression."

"I don't know, I'm not complaining," he said, and there was something in the way he said it, low, almost careless, that landed somewhere it probably wasn't supposed to.

He didn't mean anything by that. People say stuff like that. It's not a thing

I finished my water, set the glass in the sink, suddenly very aware of needing somewhere to put my hands. "I should sleep. Early thing tomorrow."

"Right. Yeah." He pushed off the counter. "Thanks again. For today. The boxes and… all that."

"It's what roommates do."

"Is it? Or is that just an umbrella thing you've got going on, helping random guys with their stuff."

"Don't push it," I said, but I was smiling when I said it, and he caught that, and smiled back like he'd won something.

"Night, Alex."

"Night, Tyler."

I walked back to my room and lay there for a while not sleeping, running the kitchen conversation over in my head, trying to figure out at what point it had stopped being a normal new-roommate conversation and started being something else, and not finding a clean answer, because there wasn't one. It had just slid from one into the other so easy I almost didn't catch it happening.

Twenty feet away. Sleeping twenty feet away, no shirt, probably, in a bed with no sheets on it yet.

Great… Great… This is gonna be a long lease.

****

To be continued...

Everyone is 18+

~~~~

I just shared my umbrella with a stranger... But I never expected him to be my new roommate... Ugh....

Part 1

~~~

Sooo... Er... yeah.

Tyler... The umbrella guy. Now apparently living in Mike's old room, twenty feet from mine.

I spent like ten minutes after that whole kitchen thing pretending to scroll my phone while my coffee went cold. Jake was still rambling about WiFi passwords like nothing happened. Tyler had disappeared back into his room, or what was about to be his room, and I could hear him on the phone with somebody.

"Yeah, no, I'm here. Just got here actually... no it's fine, the guys seem cool."

The guys seem cool. Damnnn…  He's talking about me and Jake like we're a unit. Weird to hear yourself described by a guy you were checking out under an umbrella twelve hours ago.

I was halfway through pouring a second cup when there was a knock at the door. Loud, the kind where you can tell it's not a person who lives there.

"I got it," Jake said, already walking past me.

He opened the door and there's a guy in a polo with a clipboard. From the corridor, I could see a moving truck the size of a small building parked outside the building, hazards flashing. 

"Delivery for a Tyler... Reyes?" the guy said, squinting at the clipboard like he wasn't sure he was reading his own handwriting.

Jake turned around and yelled down the hall without even thinking about it. "Tyler! Truck's here!"

There was a beat where nothing happened, then Tyler came jogging out of his room still holding his phone, hand over the bottom of it. "Sorry, hold on… " he said into it, then to the delivery guy, "yeah that's me, sorry, one sec."

He hung up and shoved the phone in his back pocket. Stood there for a second looking between me and Jake and the door like he was doing math on how this was supposed to go.

"That's everything I own pretty much," he said. Laughed a little, but it wasn't a real laugh. More like the kind you do when you're not sure if it's funny or just true.

The delivery guy was already heading back to the truck. "We just drop it curbside, you gotta get it up yourselves. Unless you paid for the white glove thing."

"I did not pay for the white glove thing," Tyler said.

Jake snorted. Tyler looked at us both again. I don't know why he kept looking at us like he needed permission, but he did.

"I mean….. Um…I can help," I said. Didn't even think about it really, it just came out.

He looked at me, and there was this half second where I swear something passed between us that had nothing to do with boxes. Then he nodded.

"Yeah? You don't have to, man."

"It's fine. Better than sitting here drinking bad coffee anyway."

Smooth, Alex…. Real smooth. Bring up the coffee.

Jake was already pulling on his shoes by the door, not even part of the conversation, just doing it. "I got nothing else going on. Let's get it done before it's a hundred degrees out there."

-[]-

The truck had everything you'd expect. A mattress wrapped in plastic that immediately became the heaviest, most annoying thing to carry because it kept folding wrong. A dresser that two of us had to walk sideways through the doorframe like we were smuggling a body. About nine boxes labeled "MISC" in different handwriting, which told me he packed in stages, probably over multiple days, probably stressed the whole time.

"What's in here, rocks?" Jake said, hauling one of the MISC boxes.

"Books, probably," Tyler said. "I don't know"

Jake dropped his box on the landing with a loud thud and stared at the side like it had insulted his mother.

“Bro… what the fuck does MISC even mean?”

Tyler was two steps behind me, still laughing under his breath. “Miscellaneous, man. You know, random shit.”

Jake blinked slowly. “Miscellaneous. You wrote ‘miscellaneous’ on a box. Like a fucking psychopath.”

“It’s a normal label!”

“Is it though?” Jake turned to me, fully pulling me into it. “Alex, back me up. Have you ever opened a MISC box and thought ‘ah yes, perfect.... that's tracks, exactly what I expected’?”

I really didn’t expect Jake to die on this hill today.

“Nah,” I said, grinning. “Every MISC box I’ve ever seen is just pure chaos. Socks, cables, old receipts, one random shoe…”

“Exactly!” Jake pointed at Tyler like he’d just won a court case. “It’s not a label, it’s a cry for help. Just write ‘I gave up’ on the box, man. Be honest with us.”

Tyler set his box down, fully cracking up now. “It means stuff I didn’t have time to sort, okay? It’s efficient.”

“Efficient?” Jake repeated, deadpan. “Bro, you wrote four syllables on nine different boxes instead of just labeling them"

"Fine... I stopped labeling them right after the first three."

"You didn't label.... any of them," I said, looking at the one in my arms. It said MISC too. "This says MISC"

"Argh.... fine... Yeah I lied. I labeled three of them right and then gave up."

I laughed at that, actually laughed, and he looked over at me kind of pleased with himself, like that was the goal.

We did maybe six trips up and down the stairs. Building's got no elevator, which everybody who's ever lived here complains about exactly once before just accepting it as a permanent inconvenience. By the third trip I was sweating through my shirt and Tyler had taken his off entirely, just tossed it over the railing on the second floor landing like it was nothing.

Holy fuckkk…

Okay…. Okay…. Umm…  Don't look… Yeahhh…... Don't be weird about a guy taking his shirt off because it's eighty five degrees and he's carrying furniture. That's fucking a normal thing people do.

I tried not to look. I really did. But there he was… broad shoulders, lean muscle shifting every time he lifted a box, a faint trail of hair disappearing into his gym shorts. The kind of body that makes you forget how to form normal sentences.

I looked anyway. Just for a second... Went right back to the box I was holding.

"You good?" he asked, because apparently I'd stopped walking for a second.

"Yeah, just…. box is heavier than it looks."

"It's my weights," he said. "Sorry, I should've warned you."

"You have weights???"

"I have weights."

"And you're moving in with a free gym downstairs that nobody uses."

"There's a gym?"

"There's a gym. Nobody uses it because the AC's broken in there so it's like ninety degrees year round."

"So basically a sauna with a treadmill."

"Basically."

He smiled at that, this small thing, not performing it for anyone, just genuinely thinking it was funny. Jake was already two boxes ahead of us, not paying attention to any of this, just grinding through the job like he wanted it over with.

Of course you must have weights… with that body you have…

We kept going. Every time our arms brushed or we had to squeeze past each other in the doorway, I felt it. That low, dangerous buzz. 

This dude is my roommate now… Jesusss... I’m gonna see him like this every day…

By the time we got the last box up, all three of us were wrecked. Jake collapsed onto the couch immediately, didn't even ask, just face planted into it like he'd been the one who'd been moving for three days straight instead of an hour. Tyler stood in the middle of his new room surrounded by boxes, shirt still off, hands on his hips, just looking at the mess like it was a problem he hadn't fully clocked yet.

"This is gonna take forever to unpack," he said.

"Welcome to the building," I said, leaning in the doorway. "Pretty sure Jake's stuff is still half in boxes and he's lived here two years."

"Hey," Jake called from the couch, not even lifting his head. "Some of that's intentional. Minimalism."

"It's not intentional," I called back. "You're just lazy."

Tyler laughed at that, properly this time, and sat down on the bare mattress since there were no sheets on it yet. Looked up at me still standing in the doorway.

"You're not gonna help me unpack too, are you?" he said, half joking, half actually asking.

"Depends what's in the boxes. If it's more weights, no."

"It's mostly books and a coffee maker I'm weirdly attached to."

"Then maybe."

He looked at me for a second too long after that. Or maybe it was normal length and I'm the one making it weird in my head. Hard to tell anymore.

.....

Later that night, after Jake had gone to bed and it was just me and Tyler in the kitchen because apparently we're both night people, he brought up the whole roommate thing properly. Like an actual conversation, not just logistics.

"So, real talk," he said, leaning against the counter with a beer he'd brought from his own stuff, the only thing he'd fully unpacked apparently. "This isn't gonna be weird, right? The whole umbrella thing."

"Why would it be weird?"

"I don't know. It's just… funny. Out of every apartment in this city, you happened to be the one guy I asked to share an umbrella with."

"Small city," I said. "Or small world. Whatever they say."

"Small world," he repeated, nodding slowly. "Yeah."

There was a pause that went on a little long. He was looking at me over the top of his beer, and I was very aware of the fact that he still didn't have a shirt on, and that the kitchen light made it very easy to notice things you're supposed to not be noticing about your new roommate three hours after meeting his moving truck.

"We should probably do the house rules thing," I said, mostly to have something to say. "Jake's got like a whole system."

"A system."

"He's particular. Dishes get done same day. No leaving food out because we had a roach thing last year. Don't use his specific pan, he'll know."

"How will he know."

"I don't know how he knows. He just knows."

Tyler smiled into his beer. "Okay. Any rules from you?"

I thought about it for a second. "Don't be loud after midnight on weekdays. I've got an early thing some mornings."

"Define loud."

"You'll know it when you hear it."

"That's not a definition, that's a vibe."

"It's a vibe-based rule. We run a vibe-based household here."

He laughed again, easy, and leaned a little further into the counter, which put him maybe a foot closer than he'd been a second ago. I don't think he meant to. Or maybe he did. I genuinely could not tell you which.

"What about visitors," he said. "Rules on that?"

"Depends who's visiting."

"That a real answer or are you avoiding the question?"

"It's a real answer. Jake's girlfriend basically lives here some weeks, so the bar's already low."

"And for you? You got a, I don't know. Situation. Someone who'd be coming around."

Why does that feel like a different question than the one he's asking..

"No situation," I said. "Not right now."

"Huh," he said. 

Just that. Huh. Like it was information he was filing away somewhere.

"What about you," I said, because two could play this game, whatever this game was. "Tech sales guy, new in town. You got somebody back wherever you came from?"

"Nah. Single. Clean slate, new city, all that." He took a sip, looked at me over the bottle. "Figured I'd see what the city's got going on first."

"And what's it got going on so far?"

"Rain. An umbrella guy who turned out to be my roommate. A free gym that's apparently a sauna."

"Strong first impression."

"I don't know, I'm not complaining," he said, and there was something in the way he said it, low, almost careless, that landed somewhere it probably wasn't supposed to.

He didn't mean anything by that. People say stuff like that. It's not a thing

I finished my water, set the glass in the sink, suddenly very aware of needing somewhere to put my hands. "I should sleep. Early thing tomorrow."

"Right. Yeah." He pushed off the counter. "Thanks again. For today. The boxes and… all that."

"It's what roommates do."

"Is it? Or is that just an umbrella thing you've got going on, helping random guys with their stuff."

"Don't push it," I said, but I was smiling when I said it, and he caught that, and smiled back like he'd won something.

"Night, Alex."

"Night, Tyler."

I walked back to my room and lay there for a while not sleeping, running the kitchen conversation over in my head, trying to figure out at what point it had stopped being a normal new-roommate conversation and started being something else, and not finding a clean answer, because there wasn't one. It had just slid from one into the other so easy I almost didn't catch it happening.

Twenty feet away. Sleeping twenty feet away, no shirt, probably, in a bed with no sheets on it yet.

Great… Great… This is gonna be a long lease.

****

To be continued...

Everyone is 18+

~~~~

I was walking home from the bar that night, pouring rain like the sky was pissed off, and I had my one decent umbrella. This guy comes jogging up next to me at the crosswalk, soaked already, phone in his hand trying to call an Uber that was never showing up.

“Hey man, you mind if I hop under with you for a block or two? My Uber’s ghosting me” he asked, flashing this easy smile. Normal dude, maybe my age, dark hair wet and messy, hoodie clinging to him. I shrugged.

“Yeah, no problem. Where you headed?”

“Thanks, dude. I owe you one.. Just two blocks away,” he said, shaking water off his sleeve. “This rain came out of nowhere.”

“No shit. Feels like it’s been raining for three days straight. The streets always turn into rivers around here.”

We started walking, shoulders bumping a little because the umbrella wasn’t huge. He smelled like rain and whatever cologne he had on earlier.

He laughed under his breath, low and easy. “Tell me about it. I just moved here two days ago and already got caught in this mess twice. New job’s kicking my ass and now the weather’s trying to finish the job.”

Damn, he’s got a nice laugh.

I pushed the thought away fast. Chill the fuck out, it’s just some random dude.

“What kind of job?” I asked, keeping it casual.

“Tech sales. B2B software stuff. Pretty dry, but the pay’s decent. You from around here?”

“Born and raised in the area, but I’ve been in this part of the city for a couple years now. It’s alright once you get used to the bullshit.”

He nodded. “I’m Tyler, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Alex.”

We kept walking, the rain drumming loud on the umbrella. Our arms kept brushing and neither of us pulled away.

“You go out a lot in this weather?” he asked, smirking a little.

“Only when I’m stupid enough to think the rain’s gonna let up. Should’ve just called a cab myself. Live and learn.”

Tyler chuckled again. “Well, lucky for me you didn’t. I’d still be standing there looking like a drowned rat.”

His voice was low and a little rough, the kind that sounded good this close, especially after a few drinks. We talked about dumb shit the rest of the way… how the city never fixes the drainage, the best cheap bars nearby, how moving to a new place always feels weird at first.

When we reached the corner where our paths split, he stopped and turned to me.

“Seriously, Alex, thanks again. You saved my ass tonight.”

“No problem, man. Stay dry.”

He gave me a quick nod and jogged off into the rain. I watched him for a second longer than I should have, then headed home.

Next morning I’m in the kitchen making coffee when the front door opens. My other roommate Jake is showing in the new guy who’s taking Mike’s old room. I turn around with my mug and there he is… same hoodie, same messy hair, now dry. The stranger from the rain.

He freezes mid-step. I freeze. Jake’s yapping about the WiFi password and doesn’t even notice. 

“No fucking way,” the new guy says, eyes wide.

I almost drop the mug. My brain short-circuits. 

That’s him. The guy I shared the umbrella with. He’s… moving in. Right down the hall from me.

Jake finally clocks the vibe. “You two know each other already?”

The new guy… Tyler, rubs the back of his neck and laughs this nervous laugh. “Yeah, uh… he saved my ass in the rain last night. Small world, man.”

Small world my ass. I’m standing there in basketball shorts and a ratty tee, heart hammering like I just got caught doing something dirty. Because the whole walk home last night I kept thinking about how solid his shoulder felt against mine, how his voice sounded close like that. I told myself it was nothing. Just the rain, just being polite.

Now he’s gonna be sleeping twenty feet away. Showering in the same bathroom. Walking around in a towel probably.

What the hell is this? This is my new roommate? The same dude I was low-key checking out under that umbrella? This is so fucked up… and kinda hot. Jesus Christ.

Tyler looks right at me and smirks, just a little. “Guess we’re sharing more than an umbrella now, huh?”

I just nodded, trying to play it cool, but my face was burning.

This is gonna be a problem. A big, messy, don’t-tell-anyone kind of problem.

Fuck.

---

Fuck.... I just shared my umbrella with a stranger... But I never expected him to be my new roommate... Ugh

Everyone is 18+

~~~~

I was walking home from the bar that night, pouring rain like the sky was pissed off, and I had my one decent umbrella. This guy comes jogging up next to me at the crosswalk, soaked already, phone in his hand trying to call an Uber that was never showing up.

“Hey man, you mind if I hop under with you for a block or two? My Uber’s ghosting me” he asked, flashing this easy smile. Normal dude, maybe my age, dark hair wet and messy, hoodie clinging to him. I shrugged.

“Yeah, no problem. Where you headed?”

“Thanks, dude. I owe you one.. Just two blocks away,” he said, shaking water off his sleeve. “This rain came out of nowhere.”

“No shit. Feels like it’s been raining for three days straight. The streets always turn into rivers around here.”

We started walking, shoulders bumping a little because the umbrella wasn’t huge. He smelled like rain and whatever cologne he had on earlier.

He laughed under his breath, low and easy. “Tell me about it. I just moved here two days ago and already got caught in this mess twice. New job’s kicking my ass and now the weather’s trying to finish the job.”

Damn, he’s got a nice laugh.

I pushed the thought away fast. Chill the fuck out, it’s just some random dude.

“What kind of job?” I asked, keeping it casual.

“Tech sales. B2B software stuff. Pretty dry, but the pay’s decent. You from around here?”

“Born and raised in the area, but I’ve been in this part of the city for a couple years now. It’s alright once you get used to the bullshit.”

He nodded. “I’m Tyler, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Alex.”

We kept walking, the rain drumming loud on the umbrella. Our arms kept brushing and neither of us pulled away.

“You go out a lot in this weather?” he asked, smirking a little.

“Only when I’m stupid enough to think the rain’s gonna let up. Should’ve just called a cab myself. Live and learn.”

Tyler chuckled again. “Well, lucky for me you didn’t. I’d still be standing there looking like a drowned rat.”

His voice was low and a little rough, the kind that sounded good this close, especially after a few drinks. We talked about dumb shit the rest of the way… how the city never fixes the drainage, the best cheap bars nearby, how moving to a new place always feels weird at first.

When we reached the corner where our paths split, he stopped and turned to me.

“Seriously, Alex, thanks again. You saved my ass tonight.”

“No problem, man. Stay dry.”

He gave me a quick nod and jogged off into the rain. I watched him for a second longer than I should have, then headed home.

Next morning I’m in the kitchen making coffee when the front door opens. My other roommate Jake is showing in the new guy who’s taking Mike’s old room. I turn around with my mug and there he is… same hoodie, same messy hair, now dry. The stranger from the rain.

He freezes mid-step. I freeze. Jake’s yapping about the WiFi password and doesn’t even notice. 

“No fucking way,” the new guy says, eyes wide.

I almost drop the mug. My brain short-circuits. 

That’s him. The guy I shared the umbrella with. He’s… moving in. Right down the hall from me.

Jake finally clocks the vibe. “You two know each other already?”

The new guy… Tyler, rubs the back of his neck and laughs this nervous laugh. “Yeah, uh… he saved my ass in the rain last night. Small world, man.”

Small world my ass. I’m standing there in basketball shorts and a ratty tee, heart hammering like I just got caught doing something dirty. Because the whole walk home last night I kept thinking about how solid his shoulder felt against mine, how his voice sounded close like that. I told myself it was nothing. Just the rain, just being polite.

Now he’s gonna be sleeping twenty feet away. Showering in the same bathroom. Walking around in a towel probably.

What the hell is this? This is my new roommate? The same dude I was low-key checking out under that umbrella? This is so fucked up… and kinda hot. Jesus Christ.

Tyler looks right at me and smirks, just a little. “Guess we’re sharing more than an umbrella now, huh?”

I just nodded, trying to play it cool, but my face was burning.

This is gonna be a problem. A big, messy, don’t-tell-anyone kind of problem.

Fuck.

---

Fuck.... I just shared my umbrella with a stranger... But I never expected him to be my new roommate... Ugh

Everyone is 18+

~~~~

I was walking home from the bar that night, pouring rain like the sky was pissed off, and I had my one decent umbrella. This guy comes jogging up next to me at the crosswalk, soaked already, phone in his hand trying to call an Uber that was never showing up.

“Hey man, you mind if I hop under with you for a block or two? My Uber’s ghosting me” he asked, flashing this easy smile. Normal dude, maybe my age, dark hair wet and messy, hoodie clinging to him. I shrugged.

“Yeah, no problem. Where you headed?”

“Thanks, dude. I owe you one.. Just two blocks away,” he said, shaking water off his sleeve. “This rain came out of nowhere.”

“No shit. Feels like it’s been raining for three days straight. The streets always turn into rivers around here.”

We started walking, shoulders bumping a little because the umbrella wasn’t huge. He smelled like rain and whatever cologne he had on earlier.

He laughed under his breath, low and easy. “Tell me about it. I just moved here two days ago and already got caught in this mess twice. New job’s kicking my ass and now the weather’s trying to finish the job.”

Damn, he’s got a nice laugh.

I pushed the thought away fast. Chill the fuck out, it’s just some random dude.

“What kind of job?” I asked, keeping it casual.

“Tech sales. B2B software stuff. Pretty dry, but the pay’s decent. You from around here?”

“Born and raised in the area, but I’ve been in this part of the city for a couple years now. It’s alright once you get used to the bullshit.”

He nodded. “I’m Tyler, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Alex.”

We kept walking, the rain drumming loud on the umbrella. Our arms kept brushing and neither of us pulled away.

“You go out a lot in this weather?” he asked, smirking a little.

“Only when I’m stupid enough to think the rain’s gonna let up. Should’ve just called a cab myself. Live and learn.”

Tyler chuckled again. “Well, lucky for me you didn’t. I’d still be standing there looking like a drowned rat.”

His voice was low and a little rough, the kind that sounded good this close, especially after a few drinks. We talked about dumb shit the rest of the way… how the city never fixes the drainage, the best cheap bars nearby, how moving to a new place always feels weird at first.

When we reached the corner where our paths split, he stopped and turned to me.

“Seriously, Alex, thanks again. You saved my ass tonight.”

“No problem, man. Stay dry.”

He gave me a quick nod and jogged off into the rain. I watched him for a second longer than I should have, then headed home.

Next morning I’m in the kitchen making coffee when the front door opens. My other roommate Jake is showing in the new guy who’s taking Mike’s old room. I turn around with my mug and there he is… same hoodie, same messy hair, now dry. The stranger from the rain.

He freezes mid-step. I freeze. Jake’s yapping about the WiFi password and doesn’t even notice. 

“No fucking way,” the new guy says, eyes wide.

I almost drop the mug. My brain short-circuits. 

That’s him. The guy I shared the umbrella with. He’s… moving in. Right down the hall from me.

Jake finally clocks the vibe. “You two know each other already?”

The new guy… Tyler, rubs the back of his neck and laughs this nervous laugh. “Yeah, uh… he saved my ass in the rain last night. Small world, man.”

Small world my ass. I’m standing there in basketball shorts and a ratty tee, heart hammering like I just got caught doing something dirty. Because the whole walk home last night I kept thinking about how solid his shoulder felt against mine, how his voice sounded close like that. I told myself it was nothing. Just the rain, just being polite.

Now he’s gonna be sleeping twenty feet away. Showering in the same bathroom. Walking around in a towel probably.

What the hell is this? This is my new roommate? The same dude I was low-key checking out under that umbrella? This is so fucked up… and kinda hot. Jesus Christ.

Tyler looks right at me and smirks, just a little. “Guess we’re sharing more than an umbrella now, huh?”

I just nodded, trying to play it cool, but my face was burning.

This is gonna be a problem. A big, messy, don’t-tell-anyone kind of problem.

Fuck.

---

Fuck.... I just shared my umbrella with a stranger... But I never expected him to be my new roommate... Ugh

Everyone is 18+

~~~~

I was walking home from the bar that night, pouring rain like the sky was pissed off, and I had my one decent umbrella. This guy comes jogging up next to me at the crosswalk, soaked already, phone in his hand trying to call an Uber that was never showing up.

“Hey man, you mind if I hop under with you for a block or two? My Uber’s ghosting me” he asked, flashing this easy smile. Normal dude, maybe my age, dark hair wet and messy, hoodie clinging to him. I shrugged.

“Yeah, no problem. Where you headed?”

“Thanks, dude. I owe you one.. Just two blocks away,” he said, shaking water off his sleeve. “This rain came out of nowhere.”

“No shit. Feels like it’s been raining for three days straight. The streets always turn into rivers around here.”

We started walking, shoulders bumping a little because the umbrella wasn’t huge. He smelled like rain and whatever cologne he had on earlier.

He laughed under his breath, low and easy. “Tell me about it. I just moved here two days ago and already got caught in this mess twice. New job’s kicking my ass and now the weather’s trying to finish the job.”

Damn, he’s got a nice laugh.

I pushed the thought away fast. Chill the fuck out, it’s just some random dude.

“What kind of job?” I asked, keeping it casual.

“Tech sales. B2B software stuff. Pretty dry, but the pay’s decent. You from around here?”

“Born and raised in the area, but I’ve been in this part of the city for a couple years now. It’s alright once you get used to the bullshit.”

He nodded. “I’m Tyler, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Alex.”

We kept walking, the rain drumming loud on the umbrella. Our arms kept brushing and neither of us pulled away.

“You go out a lot in this weather?” he asked, smirking a little.

“Only when I’m stupid enough to think the rain’s gonna let up. Should’ve just called a cab myself. Live and learn.”

Tyler chuckled again. “Well, lucky for me you didn’t. I’d still be standing there looking like a drowned rat.”

His voice was low and a little rough, the kind that sounded good this close, especially after a few drinks. We talked about dumb shit the rest of the way… how the city never fixes the drainage, the best cheap bars nearby, how moving to a new place always feels weird at first.

When we reached the corner where our paths split, he stopped and turned to me.

“Seriously, Alex, thanks again. You saved my ass tonight.”

“No problem, man. Stay dry.”

He gave me a quick nod and jogged off into the rain. I watched him for a second longer than I should have, then headed home.

Next morning I’m in the kitchen making coffee when the front door opens. My other roommate Jake is showing in the new guy who’s taking Mike’s old room. I turn around with my mug and there he is… same hoodie, same messy hair, now dry. The stranger from the rain.

He freezes mid-step. I freeze. Jake’s yapping about the WiFi password and doesn’t even notice. 

“No fucking way,” the new guy says, eyes wide.

I almost drop the mug. My brain short-circuits. 

That’s him. The guy I shared the umbrella with. He’s… moving in. Right down the hall from me.

Jake finally clocks the vibe. “You two know each other already?”

The new guy… Tyler, rubs the back of his neck and laughs this nervous laugh. “Yeah, uh… he saved my ass in the rain last night. Small world, man.”

Small world my ass. I’m standing there in basketball shorts and a ratty tee, heart hammering like I just got caught doing something dirty. Because the whole walk home last night I kept thinking about how solid his shoulder felt against mine, how his voice sounded close like that. I told myself it was nothing. Just the rain, just being polite.

Now he’s gonna be sleeping twenty feet away. Showering in the same bathroom. Walking around in a towel probably.

What the hell is this? This is my new roommate? The same dude I was low-key checking out under that umbrella? This is so fucked up… and kinda hot. Jesus Christ.

Tyler looks right at me and smirks, just a little. “Guess we’re sharing more than an umbrella now, huh?”

I just nodded, trying to play it cool, but my face was burning.

This is gonna be a problem. A big, messy, don’t-tell-anyone kind of problem.

Fuck.

---

Fuck.... I just shared my umbrella with a stranger... But I never expected him to be my new roommate... Ugh

Everyone is 18+

~~~~

I was walking home from the bar that night, pouring rain like the sky was pissed off, and I had my one decent umbrella. This guy comes jogging up next to me at the crosswalk, soaked already, phone in his hand trying to call an Uber that was never showing up.

“Hey man, you mind if I hop under with you for a block or two? My Uber’s ghosting me” he asked, flashing this easy smile. Normal dude, maybe my age, dark hair wet and messy, hoodie clinging to him. I shrugged.

“Yeah, no problem. Where you headed?”

“Thanks, dude. I owe you one.. Just two blocks away,” he said, shaking water off his sleeve. “This rain came out of nowhere.”

“No shit. Feels like it’s been raining for three days straight. The streets always turn into rivers around here.”

We started walking, shoulders bumping a little because the umbrella wasn’t huge. He smelled like rain and whatever cologne he had on earlier.

He laughed under his breath, low and easy. “Tell me about it. I just moved here two days ago and already got caught in this mess twice. New job’s kicking my ass and now the weather’s trying to finish the job.”

Damn, he’s got a nice laugh.

I pushed the thought away fast. Chill the fuck out, it’s just some random dude.

“What kind of job?” I asked, keeping it casual.

“Tech sales. B2B software stuff. Pretty dry, but the pay’s decent. You from around here?”

“Born and raised in the area, but I’ve been in this part of the city for a couple years now. It’s alright once you get used to the bullshit.”

He nodded. “I’m Tyler, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Alex.”

We kept walking, the rain drumming loud on the umbrella. Our arms kept brushing and neither of us pulled away.

“You go out a lot in this weather?” he asked, smirking a little.

“Only when I’m stupid enough to think the rain’s gonna let up. Should’ve just called a cab myself. Live and learn.”

Tyler chuckled again. “Well, lucky for me you didn’t. I’d still be standing there looking like a drowned rat.”

His voice was low and a little rough, the kind that sounded good this close, especially after a few drinks. We talked about dumb shit the rest of the way… how the city never fixes the drainage, the best cheap bars nearby, how moving to a new place always feels weird at first.

When we reached the corner where our paths split, he stopped and turned to me.

“Seriously, Alex, thanks again. You saved my ass tonight.”

“No problem, man. Stay dry.”

He gave me a quick nod and jogged off into the rain. I watched him for a second longer than I should have, then headed home.

Next morning I’m in the kitchen making coffee when the front door opens. My other roommate Jake is showing in the new guy who’s taking Mike’s old room. I turn around with my mug and there he is… same hoodie, same messy hair, now dry. The stranger from the rain.

He freezes mid-step. I freeze. Jake’s yapping about the WiFi password and doesn’t even notice. 

“No fucking way,” the new guy says, eyes wide.

I almost drop the mug. My brain short-circuits. 

That’s him. The guy I shared the umbrella with. He’s… moving in. Right down the hall from me.

Jake finally clocks the vibe. “You two know each other already?”

The new guy… Tyler, rubs the back of his neck and laughs this nervous laugh. “Yeah, uh… he saved my ass in the rain last night. Small world, man.”

Small world my ass. I’m standing there in basketball shorts and a ratty tee, heart hammering like I just got caught doing something dirty. Because the whole walk home last night I kept thinking about how solid his shoulder felt against mine, how his voice sounded close like that. I told myself it was nothing. Just the rain, just being polite.

Now he’s gonna be sleeping twenty feet away. Showering in the same bathroom. Walking around in a towel probably.

What the hell is this? This is my new roommate? The same dude I was low-key checking out under that umbrella? This is so fucked up… and kinda hot. Jesus Christ.

Tyler looks right at me and smirks, just a little. “Guess we’re sharing more than an umbrella now, huh?”

I just nodded, trying to play it cool, but my face was burning.

This is gonna be a problem. A big, messy, don’t-tell-anyone kind of problem.

Fuck.

---

Fuck.... I just shared my umbrella with a stranger... But I never expected him to be my new roommate... Ugh

Everyone is 18 +

~~

I got invited to my best friend Jake's pool party last weekend. It was one of those hot Saturday afternoons where the sun's beating down and everybody's already half-drunk on beer by 3 PM. I showed up with a six-pack, figuring it'd be the usual crew..... me, Jake, and eight other guys from our old high school group. No girls this time, just us idiots.

We were all chilling by the pool, shirts off, splashing around. Then Jake yells out, "Fuck it, it's my house... CLOTHES OPTIONAL" and just drops his trunks right there on the deck. A couple guys laughed and followed... next thing I know, half the group is buck naked, jumping in the water like it's no big deal, with their dicks swaying.

And heck... My eyes kept going from one to another guy's size of the cock.

Holy shit, what the fuckkkk am I even looking at right now?

I tried playing it cool but damn... seeing all these guys I grew up with just swimming around completely naked hit me different.

I felt this heat rush through me that had nothing to do with the temperature.

My head kept screaming..... Bro, stop staring. But fuck...

That's when it got wild. Tyler, this tall athletic dude who always jokes around, swims up behind Marcus and yanks his shorts clean off in one quick pull. Marcus comes up sputtering and laughing his ass off, "You motherfucker! Give 'em back!" but Tyler's already tossing them onto the deck. Now Marcus is naked too, and everybody's cracking up.

They kept messing around in the water, and the shit-talking started. Jake goes, "Yo, no way you're packing more than me, dude. I've seen you in the locker room." Marcus swims closer, grinning, "Bullshit, let's settle this."

Before I even process it, they're all started comparing right there in the pool... grabbing, measuring with their hands, laughing like it's the funniest thing ever. "Nah, mine's thicker," Tyler says, holding his up against Jake's. "Look at this shit, bro!"

I was just floating there, heart pounding.

What the hell is happening? This is my best friends... and I'm rock hard under the water right now.

Somebody pulls me into it next. "C'mon man, you too! Don't be shy."

And that's Jake. He grabs my arm and yanks me closer into the group. Before I can even say anything, he reaches down underwater and wraps his hand around my dick, lifting it up like he’s weighing it.

“Oh fuckkkkk,” he blurts out, eyes going wide. “Damn you are hard broooo!!! What the hell?”

The words hit me like a truck. My face burned instantly.

Tyler swims in closer, staring straight down at me. “Holy shit… fuck, I never saw such a hung cock. Bro, are you real?” He lets out this shocked laugh, shaking his head. “That thing’s thick as hell.”

Marcus is right there too, grinning like an idiot. “No way. Let me see that shit.” He reaches out like he’s about to grab it. I flinch hard and take a quick step back in the water, heart slamming in my chest.

“Yo chill,” Jake laughs, still holding me. “He’s just surprised we caught him like this.” But even as he’s talking, I can see the other guys starting to react. Their own cocks were getting thicker, lifting up in the water one by one. Tyler’s was already half-hard, bobbing near the surface. Marcus too.

They didn’t even try to hide it. Tyler reaches down first, grabs his own dick and gives it a slow stroke, squeezing from base to head, then lets go with a sigh like he’s relieving some pressure. “Fuck man… this is making me horny as shit.”

One after another they started doing the same. Jake strokes his once, twice, then drops it. Marcus does it too, biting his lip for a second. Chris, who had been quiet the whole time, just shakes his head and mutters, “This is so fucked up....” but he still grabs his and gives it a couple tugs.

In seconds we’re all doing it. I don’t even know who started it, but we ended up standing in a loose circle in the shallow end, water up to our chests, every single one of us with our cocks in our hands. Hard. Pointing right at each other.

We just stood there staring. Nobody talking for a few seconds. Just the sound of water splashing lightly and heavy breathing. I looked around the circle... Jake’s dick was rock hard and curved up, Tyler’s was long and straight, thick veins running down the shaft, Marcus had this fat mushroom head that looked even bigger now that he was fully hard, and the rest of the guys were all rock hard too, some bigger than others but all impressive in their own way.

What the actual fuck… we’re all hard looking at each other’s cocks.

“Goddamn,” Jake finally says, voice lower. “We really doing this shit right now?” He gives himself another slow stroke while staring at mine. “Yours is still the biggest though, dude. No cap.”

Tyler nods, eyes locked on me. “Yeah… that thing’s fucking impressive, bro.”

I was so embarrassed but so turned on I couldn’t even speak. My hand was moving on its own now, slow and light, just like the rest of them.

------

Everyone is 18 +

~~

I got invited to my best friend Jake's pool party last weekend. It was one of those hot Saturday afternoons where the sun's beating down and everybody's already half-drunk on beer by 3 PM. I showed up with a six-pack, figuring it'd be the usual crew..... me, Jake, and eight other guys from our old high school group. No girls this time, just us idiots.

We were all chilling by the pool, shirts off, splashing around. Then Jake yells out, "Fuck it, it's my house... CLOTHES OPTIONAL" and just drops his trunks right there on the deck. A couple guys laughed and followed... next thing I know, half the group is buck naked, jumping in the water like it's no big deal, with their dicks swaying.

And heck... My eyes kept going from one to another guy's size of the cock.

Holy shit, what the fuckkkk am I even looking at right now?

I tried playing it cool but damn... seeing all these guys I grew up with just swimming around completely naked hit me different.

I felt this heat rush through me that had nothing to do with the temperature.

My head kept screaming..... Bro, stop staring. But fuck...

That's when it got wild. Tyler, this tall athletic dude who always jokes around, swims up behind Marcus and yanks his shorts clean off in one quick pull. Marcus comes up sputtering and laughing his ass off, "You motherfucker! Give 'em back!" but Tyler's already tossing them onto the deck. Now Marcus is naked too, and everybody's cracking up.

They kept messing around in the water, and the shit-talking started. Jake goes, "Yo, no way you're packing more than me, dude. I've seen you in the locker room." Marcus swims closer, grinning, "Bullshit, let's settle this."

Before I even process it, they're all started comparing right there in the pool... grabbing, measuring with their hands, laughing like it's the funniest thing ever. "Nah, mine's thicker," Tyler says, holding his up against Jake's. "Look at this shit, bro!"

I was just floating there, heart pounding.

What the hell is happening? This is my best friends... and I'm rock hard under the water right now.

Somebody pulls me into it next. "C'mon man, you too! Don't be shy."

And that's Jake. He grabs my arm and yanks me closer into the group. Before I can even say anything, he reaches down underwater and wraps his hand around my dick, lifting it up like he’s weighing it.

“Oh fuckkkkk,” he blurts out, eyes going wide. “Damn you are hard broooo!!! What the hell?”

The words hit me like a truck. My face burned instantly.

Tyler swims in closer, staring straight down at me. “Holy shit… fuck, I never saw such a hung cock. Bro, are you real?” He lets out this shocked laugh, shaking his head. “That thing’s thick as hell.”

Marcus is right there too, grinning like an idiot. “No way. Let me see that shit.” He reaches out like he’s about to grab it. I flinch hard and take a quick step back in the water, heart slamming in my chest.

“Yo chill,” Jake laughs, still holding me. “He’s just surprised we caught him like this.” But even as he’s talking, I can see the other guys starting to react. Their own cocks were getting thicker, lifting up in the water one by one. Tyler’s was already half-hard, bobbing near the surface. Marcus too.

They didn’t even try to hide it. Tyler reaches down first, grabs his own dick and gives it a slow stroke, squeezing from base to head, then lets go with a sigh like he’s relieving some pressure. “Fuck man… this is making me horny as shit.”

One after another they started doing the same. Jake strokes his once, twice, then drops it. Marcus does it too, biting his lip for a second. Chris, who had been quiet the whole time, just shakes his head and mutters, “This is so fucked up....” but he still grabs his and gives it a couple tugs.

In seconds we’re all doing it. I don’t even know who started it, but we ended up standing in a loose circle in the shallow end, water up to our chests, every single one of us with our cocks in our hands. Hard. Pointing right at each other.

We just stood there staring. Nobody talking for a few seconds. Just the sound of water splashing lightly and heavy breathing. I looked around the circle... Jake’s dick was rock hard and curved up, Tyler’s was long and straight, thick veins running down the shaft, Marcus had this fat mushroom head that looked even bigger now that he was fully hard, and the rest of the guys were all rock hard too, some bigger than others but all impressive in their own way.

What the actual fuck… we’re all hard looking at each other’s cocks.

“Goddamn,” Jake finally says, voice lower. “We really doing this shit right now?” He gives himself another slow stroke while staring at mine. “Yours is still the biggest though, dude. No cap.”

Tyler nods, eyes locked on me. “Yeah… that thing’s fucking impressive, bro.”

I was so embarrassed but so turned on I couldn’t even speak. My hand was moving on its own now, slow and light, just like the rest of them.

------

Everyone is 18 +

~~

I got invited to my best friend Jake's pool party last weekend. It was one of those hot Saturday afternoons where the sun's beating down and everybody's already half-drunk on beer by 3 PM. I showed up with a six-pack, figuring it'd be the usual crew..... me, Jake, and eight other guys from our old high school group. No girls this time, just us idiots.

We were all chilling by the pool, shirts off, splashing around. Then Jake yells out, "Fuck it, it's my house... CLOTHES OPTIONAL" and just drops his trunks right there on the deck. A couple guys laughed and followed... next thing I know, half the group is buck naked, jumping in the water like it's no big deal, with their dicks swaying.

And heck... My eyes kept going from one to another guy's size of the cock.

Holy shit, what the fuckkkk am I even looking at right now?

I tried playing it cool but damn... seeing all these guys I grew up with just swimming around completely naked hit me different.

I felt this heat rush through me that had nothing to do with the temperature.

My head kept screaming..... Bro, stop staring. But fuck...

That's when it got wild. Tyler, this tall athletic dude who always jokes around, swims up behind Marcus and yanks his shorts clean off in one quick pull. Marcus comes up sputtering and laughing his ass off, "You motherfucker! Give 'em back!" but Tyler's already tossing them onto the deck. Now Marcus is naked too, and everybody's cracking up.

They kept messing around in the water, and the shit-talking started. Jake goes, "Yo, no way you're packing more than me, dude. I've seen you in the locker room." Marcus swims closer, grinning, "Bullshit, let's settle this."

Before I even process it, they're all started comparing right there in the pool... grabbing, measuring with their hands, laughing like it's the funniest thing ever. "Nah, mine's thicker," Tyler says, holding his up against Jake's. "Look at this shit, bro!"

I was just floating there, heart pounding.

What the hell is happening? This is my best friends... and I'm rock hard under the water right now.

Somebody pulls me into it next. "C'mon man, you too! Don't be shy."

And that's Jake. He grabs my arm and yanks me closer into the group. Before I can even say anything, he reaches down underwater and wraps his hand around my dick, lifting it up like he’s weighing it.

“Oh fuckkkkk,” he blurts out, eyes going wide. “Damn you are hard broooo!!! What the hell?”

The words hit me like a truck. My face burned instantly.

Tyler swims in closer, staring straight down at me. “Holy shit… fuck, I never saw such a hung cock. Bro, are you real?” He lets out this shocked laugh, shaking his head. “That thing’s thick as hell.”

Marcus is right there too, grinning like an idiot. “No way. Let me see that shit.” He reaches out like he’s about to grab it. I flinch hard and take a quick step back in the water, heart slamming in my chest.

“Yo chill,” Jake laughs, still holding me. “He’s just surprised we caught him like this.” But even as he’s talking, I can see the other guys starting to react. Their own cocks were getting thicker, lifting up in the water one by one. Tyler’s was already half-hard, bobbing near the surface. Marcus too.

They didn’t even try to hide it. Tyler reaches down first, grabs his own dick and gives it a slow stroke, squeezing from base to head, then lets go with a sigh like he’s relieving some pressure. “Fuck man… this is making me horny as shit.”

One after another they started doing the same. Jake strokes his once, twice, then drops it. Marcus does it too, biting his lip for a second. Chris, who had been quiet the whole time, just shakes his head and mutters, “This is so fucked up....” but he still grabs his and gives it a couple tugs.

In seconds we’re all doing it. I don’t even know who started it, but we ended up standing in a loose circle in the shallow end, water up to our chests, every single one of us with our cocks in our hands. Hard. Pointing right at each other.

We just stood there staring. Nobody talking for a few seconds. Just the sound of water splashing lightly and heavy breathing. I looked around the circle... Jake’s dick was rock hard and curved up, Tyler’s was long and straight, thick veins running down the shaft, Marcus had this fat mushroom head that looked even bigger now that he was fully hard, and the rest of the guys were all rock hard too, some bigger than others but all impressive in their own way.

What the actual fuck… we’re all hard looking at each other’s cocks.

“Goddamn,” Jake finally says, voice lower. “We really doing this shit right now?” He gives himself another slow stroke while staring at mine. “Yours is still the biggest though, dude. No cap.”

Tyler nods, eyes locked on me. “Yeah… that thing’s fucking impressive, bro.”

I was so embarrassed but so turned on I couldn’t even speak. My hand was moving on its own now, slow and light, just like the rest of them.

------

Everyone is 18 +

~~

I got invited to my best friend Jake's pool party last weekend. It was one of those hot Saturday afternoons where the sun's beating down and everybody's already half-drunk on beer by 3 PM. I showed up with a six-pack, figuring it'd be the usual crew..... me, Jake, and eight other guys from our old high school group. No girls this time, just us idiots.

We were all chilling by the pool, shirts off, splashing around. Then Jake yells out, "Fuck it, it's my house... CLOTHES OPTIONAL" and just drops his trunks right there on the deck. A couple guys laughed and followed... next thing I know, half the group is buck naked, jumping in the water like it's no big deal, with their dicks swaying.

And heck... My eyes kept going from one to another guy's size of the cock.

Holy shit, what the fuckkkk am I even looking at right now?

I tried playing it cool but damn... seeing all these guys I grew up with just swimming around completely naked hit me different.

I felt this heat rush through me that had nothing to do with the temperature.

My head kept screaming..... Bro, stop staring. But fuck...

That's when it got wild. Tyler, this tall athletic dude who always jokes around, swims up behind Marcus and yanks his shorts clean off in one quick pull. Marcus comes up sputtering and laughing his ass off, "You motherfucker! Give 'em back!" but Tyler's already tossing them onto the deck. Now Marcus is naked too, and everybody's cracking up.

They kept messing around in the water, and the shit-talking started. Jake goes, "Yo, no way you're packing more than me, dude. I've seen you in the locker room." Marcus swims closer, grinning, "Bullshit, let's settle this."

Before I even process it, they're all started comparing right there in the pool... grabbing, measuring with their hands, laughing like it's the funniest thing ever. "Nah, mine's thicker," Tyler says, holding his up against Jake's. "Look at this shit, bro!"

I was just floating there, heart pounding.

What the hell is happening? This is my best friends... and I'm rock hard under the water right now.

Somebody pulls me into it next. "C'mon man, you too! Don't be shy."

And that's Jake. He grabs my arm and yanks me closer into the group. Before I can even say anything, he reaches down underwater and wraps his hand around my dick, lifting it up like he’s weighing it.

“Oh fuckkkkk,” he blurts out, eyes going wide. “Damn you are hard broooo!!! What the hell?”

The words hit me like a truck. My face burned instantly.

Tyler swims in closer, staring straight down at me. “Holy shit… fuck, I never saw such a hung cock. Bro, are you real?” He lets out this shocked laugh, shaking his head. “That thing’s thick as hell.”

Marcus is right there too, grinning like an idiot. “No way. Let me see that shit.” He reaches out like he’s about to grab it. I flinch hard and take a quick step back in the water, heart slamming in my chest.

“Yo chill,” Jake laughs, still holding me. “He’s just surprised we caught him like this.” But even as he’s talking, I can see the other guys starting to react. Their own cocks were getting thicker, lifting up in the water one by one. Tyler’s was already half-hard, bobbing near the surface. Marcus too.

They didn’t even try to hide it. Tyler reaches down first, grabs his own dick and gives it a slow stroke, squeezing from base to head, then lets go with a sigh like he’s relieving some pressure. “Fuck man… this is making me horny as shit.”

One after another they started doing the same. Jake strokes his once, twice, then drops it. Marcus does it too, biting his lip for a second. Chris, who had been quiet the whole time, just shakes his head and mutters, “This is so fucked up....” but he still grabs his and gives it a couple tugs.

In seconds we’re all doing it. I don’t even know who started it, but we ended up standing in a loose circle in the shallow end, water up to our chests, every single one of us with our cocks in our hands. Hard. Pointing right at each other.

We just stood there staring. Nobody talking for a few seconds. Just the sound of water splashing lightly and heavy breathing. I looked around the circle... Jake’s dick was rock hard and curved up, Tyler’s was long and straight, thick veins running down the shaft, Marcus had this fat mushroom head that looked even bigger now that he was fully hard, and the rest of the guys were all rock hard too, some bigger than others but all impressive in their own way.

What the actual fuck… we’re all hard looking at each other’s cocks.

“Goddamn,” Jake finally says, voice lower. “We really doing this shit right now?” He gives himself another slow stroke while staring at mine. “Yours is still the biggest though, dude. No cap.”

Tyler nods, eyes locked on me. “Yeah… that thing’s fucking impressive, bro.”

I was so embarrassed but so turned on I couldn’t even speak. My hand was moving on its own now, slow and light, just like the rest of them.

------

Everyone is 18 +

~~

I got invited to my best friend Jake's pool party last weekend. It was one of those hot Saturday afternoons where the sun's beating down and everybody's already half-drunk on beer by 3 PM. I showed up with a six-pack, figuring it'd be the usual crew..... me, Jake, and eight other guys from our old high school group. No girls this time, just us idiots.

We were all chilling by the pool, shirts off, splashing around. Then Jake yells out, "Fuck it, it's my house... CLOTHES OPTIONAL" and just drops his trunks right there on the deck. A couple guys laughed and followed... next thing I know, half the group is buck naked, jumping in the water like it's no big deal, with their dicks swaying.

And heck... My eyes kept going from one to another guy's size of the cock.

Holy shit, what the fuckkkk am I even looking at right now?

I tried playing it cool but damn... seeing all these guys I grew up with just swimming around completely naked hit me different.

I felt this heat rush through me that had nothing to do with the temperature.

My head kept screaming..... Bro, stop staring. But fuck...

That's when it got wild. Tyler, this tall athletic dude who always jokes around, swims up behind Marcus and yanks his shorts clean off in one quick pull. Marcus comes up sputtering and laughing his ass off, "You motherfucker! Give 'em back!" but Tyler's already tossing them onto the deck. Now Marcus is naked too, and everybody's cracking up.

They kept messing around in the water, and the shit-talking started. Jake goes, "Yo, no way you're packing more than me, dude. I've seen you in the locker room." Marcus swims closer, grinning, "Bullshit, let's settle this."

Before I even process it, they're all started comparing right there in the pool... grabbing, measuring with their hands, laughing like it's the funniest thing ever. "Nah, mine's thicker," Tyler says, holding his up against Jake's. "Look at this shit, bro!"

I was just floating there, heart pounding.

What the hell is happening? This is my best friends... and I'm rock hard under the water right now.

Somebody pulls me into it next. "C'mon man, you too! Don't be shy."

And that's Jake. He grabs my arm and yanks me closer into the group. Before I can even say anything, he reaches down underwater and wraps his hand around my dick, lifting it up like he’s weighing it.

“Oh fuckkkkk,” he blurts out, eyes going wide. “Damn you are hard broooo!!! What the hell?”

The words hit me like a truck. My face burned instantly.

Tyler swims in closer, staring straight down at me. “Holy shit… fuck, I never saw such a hung cock. Bro, are you real?” He lets out this shocked laugh, shaking his head. “That thing’s thick as hell.”

Marcus is right there too, grinning like an idiot. “No way. Let me see that shit.” He reaches out like he’s about to grab it. I flinch hard and take a quick step back in the water, heart slamming in my chest.

“Yo chill,” Jake laughs, still holding me. “He’s just surprised we caught him like this.” But even as he’s talking, I can see the other guys starting to react. Their own cocks were getting thicker, lifting up in the water one by one. Tyler’s was already half-hard, bobbing near the surface. Marcus too.

They didn’t even try to hide it. Tyler reaches down first, grabs his own dick and gives it a slow stroke, squeezing from base to head, then lets go with a sigh like he’s relieving some pressure. “Fuck man… this is making me horny as shit.”

One after another they started doing the same. Jake strokes his once, twice, then drops it. Marcus does it too, biting his lip for a second. Chris, who had been quiet the whole time, just shakes his head and mutters, “This is so fucked up....” but he still grabs his and gives it a couple tugs.

In seconds we’re all doing it. I don’t even know who started it, but we ended up standing in a loose circle in the shallow end, water up to our chests, every single one of us with our cocks in our hands. Hard. Pointing right at each other.

We just stood there staring. Nobody talking for a few seconds. Just the sound of water splashing lightly and heavy breathing. I looked around the circle... Jake’s dick was rock hard and curved up, Tyler’s was long and straight, thick veins running down the shaft, Marcus had this fat mushroom head that looked even bigger now that he was fully hard, and the rest of the guys were all rock hard too, some bigger than others but all impressive in their own way.

What the actual fuck… we’re all hard looking at each other’s cocks.

“Goddamn,” Jake finally says, voice lower. “We really doing this shit right now?” He gives himself another slow stroke while staring at mine. “Yours is still the biggest though, dude. No cap.”

Tyler nods, eyes locked on me. “Yeah… that thing’s fucking impressive, bro.”

I was so embarrassed but so turned on I couldn’t even speak. My hand was moving on its own now, slow and light, just like the rest of them.

------

Everyone is 18+

-(*II*)-

The reception was at this big hotel ballroom. Open bar, everyone drunk, typical family chaos. I went outside to get some air when this tall built guy in a tight dress shirt came out for a smoke. Never seen him before in my life. He looked straight as hell… military haircut, thick arms, wedding ring on his finger.

I walked up and asked if I could get one puff. He passed it over without saying much. That’s how the conversation started. We talked a little about how boring the speeches were, but I kept staring at the huge bulge in his pants. I’d look away fast every time, but I couldn’t stop going back to it. He definitely noticed.

Then he just straight up said, “You keep staring at my dick, man.”

I froze. Before I could even lie he laughed low and said “Bathroom... Now?” My brain was screaming what the fuck but my feet followed him anyway. Because damn... I fucking need a dick in my tight ass.

We locked ourselves in the big handicap stall at the end. The second the door clicked shut, he shoved me against the wall, yanked my suit pants and underwear down to my thighs, and spit loudly on his hand.

I heard his belt buckle clink, then his zipper going down.

Then... after my ass was already out and his dick was probably in his hand... this motherf--ker actually pauses and asks, “You sure about this?”

I turned my head and stared at him like he was insane.

“…Seriously man? you already have my pants around my ankles and you’re spitting on your hand. Now you wanna be a gentleman?”

He let out a short, embarrassed laugh.

I groaned and pushed my ass back against him. “Just shut up and fuck me… please.”

Next thing I know this thick cock is pushing against my hole. No condom, no lube except spit. I bit my arm trying not to moan as he forced it in. It fucking hurt like hell but he kept going until he was balls deep.

“Fuck… ugh never done this before,” he growled in my ear while he started thrusting so hard. The sound of his hips slapping my ass echoed in the bathroom. Then someone walked in to piss. He instantly clamped his big hand over my mouth and stayed buried balls-deep inside me, breathing heavy against my neck. My hole kept twitching around his cock the whole time. It was insanely hot.

(Damn... I could feel his cock inside me while writing this)

The second the guy left, he started pounding me for real. Hard... fucking deep strokes. Wet, filthy sounds filled the stall every time he drove into me.

“Fuck… your ass is so much tighter than her,” he groaned.

The words hit me and my brain short-circuited for a second.

Her

I immediately remembered the gold wedding ring I saw on his finger outside. His wife. He was comparing my asshole to his wife’s pussy.

Fuckkk...

For a split second I felt a rush of guilt. Holy shit… I’m letting a married man fuck me raw at my cousin’s wedding. I’m a fucking homewrecker.

But that thought didn’t even get a chance to settle.

He suddenly gripped my hips tighter, pulled back, and he slammed in balls-deep and held it there, grinding hard. My eyes rolled back and I started drooling against the wall like a fucking mess. Any guilt I had disappeared instantly.

“Fuuuuck... Urrggghh”

My mind went completely blank. All I could focus on was how full I felt, how his thick cock was rearranging my insides with every brutal thrust. Drool was literally running down my chin with tears streaming down and I didn’t even care.

He was breathing super heavy, calling me “good boy” under his breath.

After a few minutes he suddenly pulled out, spun me around like I weighed nothing, and hooked one of my legs over his thick forearm. He looked me dead in the eyes as he lined up his fat cock again and slammed back inside in one brutal thrust.

“Fuuuuck... Jesus!!!... Aaugghh” I gasped, my voice cracking.

He started fucking me like an animal. The wet, nasty squelching sound of his thick cock destroying my sloppy hole filled the entire stall. I was leaking everywhere... strings of precum were flying off my spinning dick every time he pounded into me.

His breathing got heavier, almost desperate. Suddenly his whole body tensed up, muscles flexing hard against me. He buried his face into my neck, growled and gripped my thigh hard, and shoved his cock as deep as it would go.

“Shi-t..ugh...I-I’m filling y-you up”

Then he started cumming.

I felt his cock swell and throb violently inside me as he unloaded. Thick and so hot, heavy ropes of cum blasted deep into my guts.

Spurt after spurt after spurt

There was so much I could actually feel my insides getting flooded and bloated with his load. He kept grinding and pumping through his orgasm, forcing every last drop into me.

The feeling of this married stranger pumping me full of his seed pushed me over the edge. My hole clenched hard around his pulsing cock as I started shooting hands-free. Long, powerful jets of cum erupted from my dick, splattering all over the stall wall, my chest, and even his dress shirt. I was shaking, drooling, eyes rolled back while my ass milked every drop from his cock.

He stayed inside me for a few seconds, cock still twitching. Then he pulled out. A huge glob of his cum immediately ran down my leg.

He zipped up fast, cleaned his shirt, looked at me and said, “Don’t tell anyone about this.”

Then he just… left. 

I stayed there shaking for another minute, cum still dripping out of me, trying to clean up with shitty toilet paper. When I finally walked back into the reception he was sitting at a table with his wife and two little kids, laughing with my uncles like nothing happened. 

He caught my eye for half a second and looked away fast.

I had his load in me. drove home with his load soaking my underwear.

What the actual fuck happened??

(┬┬﹏┬┬)

(Damn... my dick got so hard right now😭)

Everyone is 18+

-(*II*)-

The reception was at this big hotel ballroom. Open bar, everyone drunk, typical family chaos. I went outside to get some air when this tall built guy in a tight dress shirt came out for a smoke. Never seen him before in my life. He looked straight as hell… military haircut, thick arms, wedding ring on his finger.

I walked up and asked if I could get one puff. He passed it over without saying much. That’s how the conversation started. We talked a little about how boring the speeches were, but I kept staring at the huge bulge in his pants. I’d look away fast every time, but I couldn’t stop going back to it. He definitely noticed.

Then he just straight up said, “You keep staring at my dick, man.”

I froze. Before I could even lie he laughed low and said “Bathroom... Now?” My brain was screaming what the fuck but my feet followed him anyway. Because damn... I fucking need a dick in my tight ass.

We locked ourselves in the big handicap stall at the end. The second the door clicked shut, he shoved me against the wall, yanked my suit pants and underwear down to my thighs, and spit loudly on his hand.

I heard his belt buckle clink, then his zipper going down.

Then... after my ass was already out and his dick was probably in his hand... this motherf--ker actually pauses and asks, “You sure about this?”

I turned my head and stared at him like he was insane.

“…Seriously man? you already have my pants around my ankles and you’re spitting on your hand. Now you wanna be a gentleman?”

He let out a short, embarrassed laugh.

I groaned and pushed my ass back against him. “Just shut up and fuck me… please.”

Next thing I know this thick cock is pushing against my hole. No condom, no lube except spit. I bit my arm trying not to moan as he forced it in. It fucking hurt like hell but he kept going until he was balls deep.

“Fuck… ugh never done this before,” he growled in my ear while he started thrusting so hard. The sound of his hips slapping my ass echoed in the bathroom. Then someone walked in to piss. He instantly clamped his big hand over my mouth and stayed buried balls-deep inside me, breathing heavy against my neck. My hole kept twitching around his cock the whole time. It was insanely hot.

(Damn... I could feel his cock inside me while writing this)

The second the guy left, he started pounding me for real. Hard... fucking deep strokes. Wet, filthy sounds filled the stall every time he drove into me.

“Fuck… your ass is so much tighter than her,” he groaned.

The words hit me and my brain short-circuited for a second.

Her

I immediately remembered the gold wedding ring I saw on his finger outside. His wife. He was comparing my asshole to his wife’s pussy.

Fuckkk...

For a split second I felt a rush of guilt. Holy shit… I’m letting a married man fuck me raw at my cousin’s wedding. I’m a fucking homewrecker.

But that thought didn’t even get a chance to settle.

He suddenly gripped my hips tighter, pulled back, and he slammed in balls-deep and held it there, grinding hard. My eyes rolled back and I started drooling against the wall like a fucking mess. Any guilt I had disappeared instantly.

“Fuuuuck... Urrggghh”

My mind went completely blank. All I could focus on was how full I felt, how his thick cock was rearranging my insides with every brutal thrust. Drool was literally running down my chin with tears streaming down and I didn’t even care.

He was breathing super heavy, calling me “good boy” under his breath.

After a few minutes he suddenly pulled out, spun me around like I weighed nothing, and hooked one of my legs over his thick forearm. He looked me dead in the eyes as he lined up his fat cock again and slammed back inside in one brutal thrust.

“Fuuuuck... Jesus!!!... Aaugghh” I gasped, my voice cracking.

He started fucking me like an animal. The wet, nasty squelching sound of his thick cock destroying my sloppy hole filled the entire stall. I was leaking everywhere... strings of precum were flying off my spinning dick every time he pounded into me.

His breathing got heavier, almost desperate. Suddenly his whole body tensed up, muscles flexing hard against me. He buried his face into my neck, growled and gripped my thigh hard, and shoved his cock as deep as it would go.

“Shi-t..ugh...I-I’m filling y-you up”

Then he started cumming.

I felt his cock swell and throb violently inside me as he unloaded. Thick and so hot, heavy ropes of cum blasted deep into my guts.

Spurt after spurt after spurt

There was so much I could actually feel my insides getting flooded and bloated with his load. He kept grinding and pumping through his orgasm, forcing every last drop into me.

The feeling of this married stranger pumping me full of his seed pushed me over the edge. My hole clenched hard around his pulsing cock as I started shooting hands-free. Long, powerful jets of cum erupted from my dick, splattering all over the stall wall, my chest, and even his dress shirt. I was shaking, drooling, eyes rolled back while my ass milked every drop from his cock.

He stayed inside me for a few seconds, cock still twitching. Then he pulled out. A huge glob of his cum immediately ran down my leg.

He zipped up fast, cleaned his shirt, looked at me and said, “Don’t tell anyone about this.”

Then he just… left. 

I stayed there shaking for another minute, cum still dripping out of me, trying to clean up with shitty toilet paper. When I finally walked back into the reception he was sitting at a table with his wife and two little kids, laughing with my uncles like nothing happened. 

He caught my eye for half a second and looked away fast.

I had his load in me. drove home with his load soaking my underwear.

What the actual fuck happened??

(┬┬﹏┬┬)

(Damn... my dick got so hard right now😭)

Everyone is 18+

-(*II*)-

The reception was at this big hotel ballroom. Open bar, everyone drunk, typical family chaos. I went outside to get some air when this tall built guy in a tight dress shirt came out for a smoke. Never seen him before in my life. He looked straight as hell… military haircut, thick arms, wedding ring on his finger.

I walked up and asked if I could get one puff. He passed it over without saying much. That’s how the conversation started. We talked a little about how boring the speeches were, but I kept staring at the huge bulge in his pants. I’d look away fast every time, but I couldn’t stop going back to it. He definitely noticed.

Then he just straight up said, “You keep staring at my dick, man.”

I froze. Before I could even lie he laughed low and said “Bathroom... Now?” My brain was screaming what the fuck but my feet followed him anyway. Because damn... I fucking need a dick in my tight ass.

We locked ourselves in the big handicap stall at the end. The second the door clicked shut, he shoved me against the wall, yanked my suit pants and underwear down to my thighs, and spit loudly on his hand.

I heard his belt buckle clink, then his zipper going down.

Then... after my ass was already out and his dick was probably in his hand... this motherf--ker actually pauses and asks, “You sure about this?”

I turned my head and stared at him like he was insane.

“…Seriously man? you already have my pants around my ankles and you’re spitting on your hand. Now you wanna be a gentleman?”

He let out a short, embarrassed laugh.

I groaned and pushed my ass back against him. “Just shut up and fuck me… please.”

Next thing I know this thick cock is pushing against my hole. No condom, no lube except spit. I bit my arm trying not to moan as he forced it in. It fucking hurt like hell but he kept going until he was balls deep.

“Fuck… ugh never done this before,” he growled in my ear while he started thrusting so hard. The sound of his hips slapping my ass echoed in the bathroom. Then someone walked in to piss. He instantly clamped his big hand over my mouth and stayed buried balls-deep inside me, breathing heavy against my neck. My hole kept twitching around his cock the whole time. It was insanely hot.

(Damn... I could feel his cock inside me while writing this)

The second the guy left, he started pounding me for real. Hard... fucking deep strokes. Wet, filthy sounds filled the stall every time he drove into me.

“Fuck… your ass is so much tighter than her,” he groaned.

The words hit me and my brain short-circuited for a second.

Her

I immediately remembered the gold wedding ring I saw on his finger outside. His wife. He was comparing my asshole to his wife’s pussy.

Fuckkk...

For a split second I felt a rush of guilt. Holy shit… I’m letting a married man fuck me raw at my cousin’s wedding. I’m a fucking homewrecker.

But that thought didn’t even get a chance to settle.

He suddenly gripped my hips tighter, pulled back, and he slammed in balls-deep and held it there, grinding hard. My eyes rolled back and I started drooling against the wall like a fucking mess. Any guilt I had disappeared instantly.

“Fuuuuck... Urrggghh”

My mind went completely blank. All I could focus on was how full I felt, how his thick cock was rearranging my insides with every brutal thrust. Drool was literally running down my chin with tears streaming down and I didn’t even care.

He was breathing super heavy, calling me “good boy” under his breath.

After a few minutes he suddenly pulled out, spun me around like I weighed nothing, and hooked one of my legs over his thick forearm. He looked me dead in the eyes as he lined up his fat cock again and slammed back inside in one brutal thrust.

“Fuuuuck... Jesus!!!... Aaugghh” I gasped, my voice cracking.

He started fucking me like an animal. The wet, nasty squelching sound of his thick cock destroying my sloppy hole filled the entire stall. I was leaking everywhere... strings of precum were flying off my spinning dick every time he pounded into me.

His breathing got heavier, almost desperate. Suddenly his whole body tensed up, muscles flexing hard against me. He buried his face into my neck, growled and gripped my thigh hard, and shoved his cock as deep as it would go.

“Shi-t..ugh...I-I’m filling y-you up”

Then he started cumming.

I felt his cock swell and throb violently inside me as he unloaded. Thick and so hot, heavy ropes of cum blasted deep into my guts.

Spurt after spurt after spurt

There was so much I could actually feel my insides getting flooded and bloated with his load. He kept grinding and pumping through his orgasm, forcing every last drop into me.

The feeling of this married stranger pumping me full of his seed pushed me over the edge. My hole clenched hard around his pulsing cock as I started shooting hands-free. Long, powerful jets of cum erupted from my dick, splattering all over the stall wall, my chest, and even his dress shirt. I was shaking, drooling, eyes rolled back while my ass milked every drop from his cock.

He stayed inside me for a few seconds, cock still twitching. Then he pulled out. A huge glob of his cum immediately ran down my leg.

He zipped up fast, cleaned his shirt, looked at me and said, “Don’t tell anyone about this.”

Then he just… left. 

I stayed there shaking for another minute, cum still dripping out of me, trying to clean up with shitty toilet paper. When I finally walked back into the reception he was sitting at a table with his wife and two little kids, laughing with my uncles like nothing happened. 

He caught my eye for half a second and looked away fast.

I had his load in me. drove home with his load soaking my underwear.

What the actual fuck happened??

(┬┬﹏┬┬)

(Damn... my dick got so hard right now😭)