Clay LaBrant: New Roommate

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"Get the heck out of my house!" My mom's voice cracked as she shouted me out of the door. I knew this would happen eventually. I could only hide for so long before it became common knowledge. My sister Jenn was the arbiter of my downfall as it turned out. I told on her for skipping school several years earlier - it was only natural to exact vengeance by telling Mom that I was gay and had a boyfriend. Eric was his name. 'Was' is the correct linking verb: we broke up last week. More specifically, I broke up with him and no I don't really want to talk about it just yet.

But none of that mattered now. I was walking out of our Sunny Isles apartment. I know mom said it was a house but she calls her car her house when she's trying to assert dominance over a situation. I passed Richard in reception. I never really talked to the guy much but he was always polite. I wondered what people I would learn to ignore wherever I was going. Hopefully I would have the option.

My phone buzzed in my pocket as I was walking into the Publix. I ignored it. They had a public seating area where I figured I would get some homework done. I was still in my senior year of college after all. I wouldn't let my mother ruin this thing now at the eleventh hour. The people hustled around me in a blurry daze as I spent more time working on my thesis and trying to take my mind off of everything going on around me.

It was probably two or three hours before I heard a thump and felt the cheap plastic booth shake. I glanced up to see what fool had disturbed my academic slumber, so to say. I'd be damned if it wasn't Clay. He was a transfer from Georgia the last semester. I was a TA for one of his first classes at UM and we maintained a good friendship. I had no intention of telling him about my current predicament.

"I hear your mom kicked you out." Well damnit. I stared at him in bewilderment.

"How di-" I began, shocked.

"Jenn over-shares on Facebook." He smiled that cute, hot, smile of his.

"Of course she does."

Clay LaBrant was also a social media star as well as a college student. He managed to mix his two lives together pretty well but still had the issue with teenage girls recognizing him almost wherever he went. There were a few now standing near to their parents while taking furtive glances over. Probably checking if it really was Clay.

"So, whatcha gonna do there Alex?" He flashed that sexy grin of his. I don't know if you could tell but I think Clay is sexy as hell especially with the tight white tee he was sporting. It showed off his big pecs and nipples perfectly. I was practically drooling as I thought about it. "You know you can stay with me until you figure it out, right?"

I didn't expect him to offer me a place to stay. "Oh I... I-" I stumbled. I was trying to figure out a way to say no. I mean I liked Clay, but I knew living with the guy wouldn't work. He was too sexy to keep my eyes off of. I mean, the thought of him leaving the shower in a towel had me getting a semi in seconds. But, I didn't have a chance to say no before I was cut off.

"No need to thank me haha!" He said casually scratching behind his head with his eyes squinted in a massive grin that showed off his remarkably white teeth very well. "I already set up a room for you at my place!"

Well, damnit. "Thanks Clay, you're a really good friend." I didn't know what else to say. It really said something about my friends that within hours of being kicked out I was already being offered a place to crash and a room no less.

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Clay lived in a rented condo in South Beach. He was famous and could afford the prices while attending college. It was mostly plain inside with white walls and sparsely furnished. There were a few small tables, one with a lamp and another next to a bed and so on. Each had pictures of his family or someplace he had been he was prominent and almost always shirtless in them. God how I loved his body. I was just grateful to have a friend like him. I was also lucky it was Friday. I only worked during the week so I could rest tonight and go shopping for essentials tomorrow.

I also was on the wrestling team. I know: how can I survived being on the wrestling team and being gay. All I can say is that when I wrestle... everything else falls away and I'm a different man. I don't know a better way to explain. Either way, it meant that I was in good shape so I was excited to see that there was an entire room to the condo dedicated to exercise equipment. Clay had a home gym! That was awesome. I glanced in the room to check it out.

"You can use anything in the condo. Including the gym. Mi casa es tu casa." He said interrupting my thoughts in maybe the worst Spanish accent I'd ever heard.

"What I really need right now is a bath." I said appreciably. Also a little nervously.

He smiled and pointed me to the bathroom. "Go ahead and use the shampoo and such in there. I don't mind." I thanked him and headed over. It had been a long day and I needed it.

I was naked within a minute of closing the door and I had turned the shower on. It was one of those ones with just one knob that controlled both hot and cold. I'd finally got it just right when I took a quick glance around and noticed there wasn't a towel. "Damnit." I muttered to myself. I pulled my boxers back on. My upper body wasn't nearly as toned as Clay's but my lower body was much more than his. I also put my t-shirt back on so I wouldn't be embarrassed by it. I know, it was dumb. Clay probably wouldn't give a shit.

I opened the bathroom door to the living room and he wasn't there. I walked down the hall, hoping he didn't leave because I needed a towel. He wasn't there either. My room was vacant and his door was ajar with dim light streaming from it and illuminating the wall on the other side of the hallway.

I took a look inside and Clay was lying on tbe bed. His shirt was off which was sexy as hell and he had this look on his face. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were slightly closed. He was reaching up. Well, one arm was reaching up at an odd angle. His other two arms were holding it up... maybe? No. That didn't make sense. Clay only had two arms. I focused on the third arm. It was lower on his body.

It only took me half a second to realize that his dick wasn't an arm at all and that the other two weren't holding it up they were jerking it off. It wasn't any small thing either. Clay had large hands and it looked like he could fit three on there. Maybe four if he tried.

I hadn't properly processed any of this yet. Like, I knew what I had seen but couldn't stop myself from what I had needed to do when I found him. "Hey Clay, do you-". That was all I got out.

"Holy shit. Fuck man!" Clay grabbed a bedsheet and quickly pulled it over himself.  "Sorry!" He said frantically. I'd fully understood what I'd seen by then which made it so much more weird and I dropped my head and covered my eyes hoping he wouldn't think I was a perv. "What did you need Al?" His breath was a little ragged and sexy as hell.

"I just needed a towel." I said quickly adding, "sorry!" As fast as I could to the end. I was still covering my eyes even though I probably didn't need to. I felt myself become rock hard. It was a good thing I had on black boxer briefs and a painfully average dick. My five inch cock was hard and leaning to the right side and difficult to see. Hopefully Clay wouldn't notice. I wasn't sure if he knew I was gay. 

"Oh, sure sorry about that. I forgot to put one in there." He got up and I uncovered my eyes. He had pulled his shorts up. They were gray sweatshorts that did basically nothing to hide the raging boner he still had. So I didn't look down. God... the thing must've been nine inches at least. I needed to get these thoughts out of my head.

Clay emerged from the walk-in closet with a set of towels and handed them to me with two hands. I stepped forward to get them sliding my arms underneath to the elbow the way he was doing. For a moment, and I had hoped that Clay hadn't noticed, his hard dick touched my thigh. It felt so heavy and warm. And I was glad that I didn't jump. That would have given it away and made it very awkward.

"Sorry about that Al, I need to learn to jack off with the door shut now that you're here haha." He laughed that hot laugh of his and reached his hand to scratch the back of his head. This caused his hips to buck out just a bit and he couldn't have missed him stabbing me this time. His dick felt very, very, hard against my leg for a moment before I quickly left and scrambled back into the bathroom. Shutting the door behind me.

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