CHAPTER 187 - THE BEEFCAKE HOUSE
Wednesday, May 20 (4:15 PM)
Unlike Big Mike, who'd taken on a more passive role in this babysitting business, the gorgeous blond jock just couldn't keep his hands off me.
He was either taking photos of us, tickling my sides, squeezing my cheeks or fooling around with my breathing.
All in all, a very fun and lively experience.
Had I been alone with Josh, I might've been a bit scared and apprehensive about his no-nonsense hands-on approach.
But Big Mike being there certainly helped to calm me down a lot.
He was distracted, yes. But even so, I knew he wouldn't let anything bad happen to me.
Besides, Joshua was just overly excited at having me in his arms like this.
He wouldn't have been taking selfies of us and giggling boyishly had he been harboring ill will toward me.
He was a bit ballsy and intense, yes.
But dangerous? Hardly.
It was a bit past four o'clock when Shawn and Chris finally got back from their game at the basketball court.
But aside from them looking all pumped up and sweaty, it was the arrival of the other roommate that ended up catching most of my attention.
This guy was tall and pretty well built up.
He wasn't quite as broad shouldered as Chris, be his musculature was certainly better proportioned and more evenly distributed.
I could tell from looking at his legs that he wasn't as neglectful of lower body workouts.
The shorts and sleeveless muscle-shirt he wore did little to conceal the shapely build underneath.
The blue eyed, dark haired stud was introduced to me much in the same manner that the previous one had been.
His name was Joey; a tall, statuesque man with handsome features and a jaw-dropping physique.
I was just plain old Steven; a sacked up gimp with an inflatable plug gag in his mouth.
Fuck. This was humiliating.
With all the roommates now reunited around me, the atmosphere in the living room quickly became pretty jovial.
Big Mike's mood improved a great deal and Shawn seemed happier and more in his element than I'd previously known him to be.
The fresh air and communal college life suited him well, apparently.
Still glad to be resting in Joshua's comforting arms, I found myself both relieved and disappointed at the fact that muscle-stud Joey didn't seem too interested in me. The guys did talk about me and laugh at how utterly useless and helpless I was, but aside from teasing me and saying how cute I looked, they seemed more interested in discussing the details of the basketball game.
As disappointed as I was about the dark haired beefcake not paying me much attention, I became incredibly antsy and bashful when Chris eventually glanced my way and slowly approached my position on the couch.
The sweaty jock sat down on the coffee table in front of where Josh and I were sitting, and quickly extended a hand to touch my face.
Shawn and Joey were going on and on about the game, and although Chris and Joshua remained somewhat vested in the lively exchange, they actually went out of their way to give me a bit of attention.
I felt so very special at that point.
I don't know if I can adequately describe the feeling I experienced when Chris touched me, but a huge sense of warmth and satisfaction washed over me when he did.
My face tingled and my eyes immediately dropped to avert his.
Every fiber of my being knew that he was the superior man. And even though I knew nothing would actually happen between the two of us, I felt incredibly blessed at the fact that he considered me worthy of his attention.
"Has the little guy been behaving himself?" the super buff, brown haired stallion asked, keeping his eyes locked on me but directing his question to the jock in charge of me.
"Yeah, he's been a good boy." Joshua answered, wrapping his arms real tight around me and squeezing my cheeks together in a playful manner.
Chris sat there, eyeing me up for a good minute before finally standing up and putting his hand on the crown on my head.
He said nothing as he walked away, but when I lifted my eyes up to look at his impressive frame, the guy put on a cocky smirk and flashed a discreet wink my way.
I had no idea what that meant, but receiving a wink from a fully grown, too notch Alpha-male specimen like Chris, certainly worked wonders at raising my body temperature up.
Shawn's roomies were all smokin' hot, which wasn't that surprising considering guys of this physical caliber usually stuck together.
Joey was exceptionally easy on the eyes, and Big Mike was both impressive and pleasant to be around.
Out of the five guys currently in the room though, bad boy Chris and jock star Josh tickled my fancy the most.
Don't get me wrong. In another life, had Nick and I not been together, I would've
gladly had a go at any of these guys.
I'm just saying, if I had my pick of the lot, it would've probably been a toss up between Chris and Josh.
Joshua was endowed with an amazingly handsome face, and Chris had the pipes and shoulders that could make anyone swoon.
The cheerful basketball-oriented conversation continued, cold beers were passed around and Joey ended up retreating to the bathroom in order to take a shower. He wasn't nearly as sweaty as the other two hunks, but was apparently much more in a hurry to get cleaned up and put on some fresh clothes.
Shawn and Chris just crashed down on the couch and bounced their enormous sneakered feet onto the coffee table that stood in the middle of the large L-shaped couch.
With Joshua sitting himself up in an upright position and placing his feet on the coffee table to give Chris some room on the couch, I now had a topsider's view of all six of their sneakers.
Six very large, very worn-out sneakers, I might add.
My feet were fairly average in size, but all three of these guys apparently had much larger soles than I did.
Shawn's giant feet were clad in the same crappy running shoes he'd been wearing at Brad's country cottage last month.
Shoes that housed an odour so strong that they even gave Nick's rotten stinkers a run for their money.
Looking at bad boy Chris' battered size 12 hightops and Joshua's ever so slightly smaller Nike TNs, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of funky smells were brewing inside their sneakers.
When Joey came out of the washroom and joined us in the living room, I was finally able to get a better look at him.
Shawn got up to fetch some more beers, and his dark haired friend sat himself down next to Josh and I, before reaching out to grab my chin.
I couldn't hold eye contact with his steely blue orbs for long, but I didn't need to to realise just how incredibly handsome he was.
The fact that he was now close enough for me to feel the touch of his hand and pick up the scent of his skin, made me wonder whether my previous selection had been done too hastily.
Sure, Josh and Chris were way up there in the hottie zone. But so was Joey!
God lord, Steven. Get a hold of yourself!
After a brief bout of teasing and a few suggestive remarks made about the zipper opening leading to my back hole, the group eventually pressured Shawn into removing my gag and letting me go.
I can't tell you how good it felt to finally be free!
As happy as I was to be able to move my jaw again, having the giant bulb removed from my mouth sorta made me feel uncomfortable.
As a gimp, I wasn't required to do anything.
But now that I was back to being myself again, I was gonna have to answer their questions and interact with the bunch of them.
For a beta-male like myself, THAT was a very intimidating prospect.
Had they been less attractive, it probably wouldn't have been so difficult.
But these were all prime specimens of the jock variety. Top notch beefcake males of pure, superior grade.
The wild laughter that ensued once Shawn unbuckled my gag and pulled the big rubber bulb out of my mouth, certainly didn't help ease my discomfort.
I spent the next few minutes dealing with playfully condescending remarks and had to endure a series of annoying cheek squeezes and hair rufflings. Once I was free from the sack though, Shawn allowed me to scamper back into his bedroom so that I could put some clothes on.
Being so nervous about having to interact with a bunch of manly, muscular studs, I spent quite a bit of time getting dressed and then used the washroom to fix my hair up and brush my teeth clean.
After all, I
did have audience to impress.
By the time I found the strength to walk back into the living room, all the guys were sitting on the sofa, enjoying their beers and taking turns competing in a racing game. A four way race was going on between Big Mike, Joey, Josh and Chris, who had sadly taken the time to change out of his sweaty basketball outfit and slip his shoes and socks off while I was in the bathroom.
I scanned the living room for his shoes, but didn't see them anywhere.
Still, the sight of his long toes and big smooth soles pulled at my heart strings a little.
Unfortunately for me though, the discreet eyeing I gave Chris' feet didn't fail to catch Shawn's attention.
I had, in a sense, inadvertently sealed my own doom.
