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Grant didn’t seem to mind having a roommate, I think. I paid..
🕑 Added 2024-05-14 14:00:25 +0000 UTC Grant didn’t seem to mind having a roommate, I think. I paid my rent, and my part of the utilities and generally stayed out of the way while he was leaving for work or coming home late. In some ways, I felt like I was his wife or something; I would clean up the house and even cook dinner for him on occasion if I knew he had a rough day. Of course, I couldn’t deny that I wanted him to notice me. I often found myself stealing glances at him, especially when he was getting into the shower or getting out of bed. It was a hot Saturday, hotter than usual in the summer and one of the few days we both had off. Grant decided to spend his time outside cutting the grass… To his credit, he did start early, but after running into some issues with the mower he ended up working in the most brutal part of the afternoon. Meanwhile, I stayed holed up in my airconditioned bedroom, guilt gnawing at me as I occasionally peeked out the window to make sure he hadn't collapsed from exhaustion yet. Despite my lack of help, Grant persevered and finished the job, his sweat-drenched shirt and possible sunburn proof of his hard work. The front door opened pitifully, with Grant walking into the dark, cool house and collapsing in his nearby chair. I quickly emerged, bringing out some water, in a pitiful attempt to be helpful after the fact. He smiled, taking a sip and allowing his muscles to relax, the sweat making him slide ever so slightly on the leather he was sitting on. "Thanks." He took another gulp of ice water, using it to hydrate before starting to form any more words. "Hope you don't mind me cooling down for a sec." I shrugged and said something, I can't even remember what, because I was so distracted. I didn't even notice that Grant had partially undressed - He was still wearing his undershirt, but his pants and shoes were gone, leaving him only in an old, stained sporty jockstrap that hugged his body tightly. His body, still as solid and thick as ever, was now on full display. The tight fabric of his underwear hugged every curve and muscle, emphasizing just how massive he truly was. His broad belly protruded slightly, framed by his powerful thighs and arms, their muscles tense from years of manual labor. As I gazed at him, I couldn't help but notice the smattering of hair across his chest and leading down to his navel, teasingly disappearing out of sight behind the waistband of his jockstrap. The slight rise and fall of his belly as he breathed was incredible, and something I’d never gotten to see up close before. With all of the exposed skin, the smell of his musk hit my senses like a truck, filling the room with the rank sweat of an older man, and the sweetness of freshly cut grass. We continued the small talk, but my eyes kept drifting to his glistening body, fixating on the bulge right in front of me. At that moment, all I could think about was dropping to my knees, spreading his legs apart, and eagerly sucking on his dick through the fabric of the worn jockstrap. Despite all my watching, I’d never seen Grant’s cock before, and the idea of it being just out of reach was sending my brain into overdrive. I wanted to inhale every bit of his intoxicating scent, make him fuck my throat like a good little whore, for Daddy to claim as his own. As the conversation dried up, I could feel my cock starting to harden. I snapped out of the fantasy and made sure I wasn't making a fool of myself. Grant looked me over in silence for a moment, his eyes grazing past my quickly growing bulge. "Listen, I don't want to stink up the house any more than I already have. I'm going to hit the shower. Thanks for the water, bud." I simply nodded, getting out of the way for Grant to slide out of his chair and retreat to the bathroom. He left the door open, almost as if he knew I wanted to watch him…
