My College Roommate

Chapter 1: Rude Awakening

I was barely awake when suddenly, the covers were ripped off of my bed. My eyes had just opened when my roommate, Barry, hopped up on the bed on top of me, pinning me down with a grin.

"Good morning sleepyhead," he said, wasting no time in gripping the waistband in the front of my red briefs.

"...Barry? Come on man it's too early for-" my sentence was cut off as Barry yanked my underwear into a painful melvin. "Ouuuchhhh..." I winced, squirming under Barry's bodyweight. He was a lot bigger than I, a frequent gym goer and a linebacker on our school's football team. There were only a few times where I could remember my actual alarm waking me up, most of the time it was just Barry hoisting my underwear up or sticking his wet finger in my ear after he had yanked the covers off of my bed.

"That wasn't enough to get you up?" Barry said, playfully tapping on my balls while keeping me restrained in the melvin. "Come on man, get up," he grinned, jumping off of my bed and leaving my nuts be. "You promised you'd go to the gym with me last night."

Oh shit I did. I thought, sitting up in bed while clutching my genitals. "Alright man, just gimme a moment to change into some better clothes for it." I responded, crawling out of bed. Re-adjusting my briefs, I could barely see the sun peeking from the horizon.

"Come on. We don't have all day. I have a class to catch at 9, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting up," I said, stumbling to my dresser. Before long, I was clad in gym shorts and a tank top, following Barry wherever his heart desired. After a short walk through the campus, we arrived at the gym.

The gym was surprisingly empty, but then again it was six-something in the morning. Barry was eagerly strutting to each machine, explaining to me what it did and how I could build muscle with it. I pretended to listen, zoning out for most of it until I Barry snapped me out of it by grabbing me and putting me into a headlock.

"Are you even listening man??" he questioned, beginning to rub the knuckle of his free hand against my head.

"I'm listening! I'm listening!" I exclaimed, straightening up as the velocity of his knuckle increased. "Come on, not a noogie, man..." But I was too late. The noogie was in full effect, and I just had to squirm and wait for Barry to be satisfied.

"Maybe that'll get this into your head." Barry said, loosening his grip on me and heading towards some machine.

"Yeah, yeah..." I followed suit.

By the end of our workout, it looked to be around 7am. Both Barry and I were drenched in sweat, but I had nothing to show off. Barry's large, hairy muscles glistened in the indoor lighting, and his tank top looked like it was about to fall off, barely even covering his chest anymore.

"I'm exhausted," I sighed, collapsing on the cardio mat.

"After just an hour? Suit yourself," Barry chuckled, sitting down next to me. Even from the floor, I could smell the manly odor emanating from his armpits.

"Dude, are you serious? Did you even put on deodorant this morning?" I joked, pretending to cover my nose.

"Hell no. That ruins the workout! What, you afraid of a little musk?" Barry replied.

"Nah, it's just that-" I felt Barry grab the back of my neck, and before I knew it, I was face-first in his hairy, sweaty pit.