Only Temporary Ch. 11

Justin is offered a temporary consultant mission to help a large marketing firm lower its environmental impact. It is meant to be a couple of months (bullshit) job and he has no expectation over it... Until Joshua, a former college classmate, suggests he moves into his suburban house for the time of the mission.

ONLY TEMPORARY

Chapter 11: Cream Polo Shirt

Joshua was horny, no doubt.

He missed fucking his wife and, probably, he missed fucking anyone. Period.

A man that hot is not used to a dry spell.

After four weeks living together, it became tough to describe our relationship.

We were more than housemates, more than co-workers, we may have been friends, but that did not explain the lingering sexual tension in the house.

I was not sure at first, I did not want to see or acknowledge the signs, more importantly, I did not want to entertain false hope.

At this stage though, I started to trust my guts.

Joshua was teasing me, directly or indirectly, knowingly or unknowingly, there was something happening between us.

He did not just ask for a massage because he was suffering.

He had not faked the pain in his back, but certainly, asking me to rub the oil all over his ass was unnecessary.

He did not jerk off just to tempt me, but certainly, he knew what he was doing when he let the porn blasting in the house.

He was comfortable with himself, but certainly, he was purposely showing off at times.

Like that Friday morning, did he really need to take his gray sweatpants off in front of me to expose his girthy flaccid cock?

The man was well aware of the effect he was having on me, but he stripped down in the kitchen, made a bowl out of his pants, and went to the laundry room without a word.

He was panting, like he always did when he came back from his morning run.

He peeled off his compression shirt in the other room and he was stark naked when he came back in the kitchen.

Normally, he would have gone directly upstairs for his shower, but that day, he took his sweet time, pouring himself a glass of water and sitting on a stool.

His sweaty hairy bum leaving a wet mark on the wooden chair.

I describe that as if I was judging him, but the truth was, I only admired him.

There is nothing to complain about when an Adonis with the most glorious butt and a godly cock offers you a full view of his body first thing in the morning.

His balls were hanging low and his dick was, even in its flaccid state, looking very heavy.

"Tough run?" I asked.

I pretended not to be fazed by this display of manhood and testosterone.

Did I mention that my housemate was stinky as ever? I liked him when he was raunchy.

The Summer was definitely settling in Denver. Even early in the morning, it was warm.

"Tough... But good... I think sometimes we need to suffer in life."

"You had this breakthrough while jogging on the streets?"

He drank his water, some dripped on his chin and his pecs, and he smiled.

"No, I think I understand that lesson every time I stop running."

I was perplexed.

Not that I was stupid, I normally could hold a conversation, but believe me, it was more difficult when looking at a Greek status come alive.

"What are you talking about?"

"Running is always a pain. Even after years of the same routine. I think the people who say they enjoy it are simply lying."

"I can agree on that."

"But it's worth it, despite how tedious it is. Suffering is necessary because when you finally stop, when you can enjoy simply walking again, or sitting on a damn stool... Drinking a glass of water becomes the greatest of pleasures."

I chuckled.

"I didn't know you to be that wise."

"We're only getting to know each other."

He always had a spark in his green eyes.

If he was smart on top of being that gorgeous, I was in really deep shit.

"That's right."

"Did I convince you to run with me some mornings?"

I thought about it.

"Not sure... I do remember what you said one day about chasing your sweaty ass."

He laughed.

"And here I was, trying to have an elevated conversation."

"I'm sorry, I'm just a simple man."

"I'll give you a peek."

"Huh?"

He stood up and stared right into my eyes.

"This eye candy is sugar free, enjoy!"

He then turned around and walked to the stair case. He went slowly, letting me appreciate every inch of his juicy ass.

See!

This was not in my head!

The man was toying with me on purpose.

I could not be mad though; I liked being toyed with.

And once again, I was left with a solid hard-on in my boxer briefs.

I ate my breakfast with a silly smile on my face.

When Joshua came back ten minutes later, wrapped in his (tiny) towel, I made sure to have a banana in my mouth.

Maybe that would give him some ideas.

I could play too.

I could tease...

I was simply not sure that it had any effect on my partner.

"Did I tell you that Bramman mentioned your name, yesterday?"

Joshua grabbed an orange, barely paying attention to my ridiculous attempt at imitating a blowjob.

"He did? Should I be worried?"

"On the contrary, he told me that the new consultant on environmental issues was great."

I chuckled.

"That's funny..."

"He seemed sincere."

"Oh, I don't doubt it. My job so far has been all about finding original ways to say how great his company is. Sabrina did not read any of my recommendations for improvement yet."

"You know, in corporate life, as long as the boss is happy..."

"Yeah, I guess."

"And you still got time to make real changes."

"Not that much, four or five weeks maybe."

I thought that the time was passing too damn fast since I had been living with Joshua.

"It's more than enough for a hard-worker like you!"

"Hey! I'm trying to work hard; they're not letting me."

"I'm just messing with you."

He came up behind me and patted my bare shoulders.

I had shivers at this mere contact.

Seriously, I was a desperate case.

"Anyway, I should also take a shower. The least I can do is not arriving late at work."

When I stood up, he spanked my ass playfully.

"Have fun!"

What a cheeky fucker!

Since I did not know how to react to this new provocation, I did not and I kept walking.

I wanted to stroke my cock under the shower but I considered this might have been a poor choice to waste a load like this.

Ever since I had caught Joshua masturbating in the living room, and even more so, since he had offered for me to join him the next morning, I was waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

I had been designing a plan and I thought that a Friday night would be the perfect time to execute it.

As I had just reminded Joshua, my time was running out.

At most, I would stay there five more weeks, and in the worst-case scenario, which was sadly the most likely, Jennifer would come back even before that time and ruin my ersatz of a life with her husband.

I needed to act fast and Joshua seemed ready to be receptive.

What if he came back from work, and I was already on the couch, naked, and stroking my cock?

Of course, I would select a "straight" porn.

Something like the gangbang he had watched (and thoroughly enjoyed) the other night.

After a long day at work, dealing with contracts and legal non-sense, could my housemate really resist sitting down with me and fetched his own dick out?

Two bros can rub one out together without it meaning anything.

Then, I would really have an up-close and personal look at the goods, and if I was feeling the vibe, I could even ask him if he needed a hand.

Just another kind of massage... Going really in depth... My fingers going up and down his balls and boner.

I popped another boner as I thought about what might happen.

The day would be long before I could make my move.

When I came out from the bathroom halfway dressed, I had another sign that my hopes might be justified.

Joshua was doing the most. He was stark naked again, wandering in the corridor with a big smile on his pretty face.

He was obviously waiting for me but he pretended otherwise.

"Oh! You're here, that's great, I might need your help with something."

As if it was a coincidence when he knew exactly where I was...

If it allowed me to worship his body some more, I was willing to play dumb.

Frankly, I liked the way he was playing to get my attention.

"What do you need, Josh?"

"You know a thing or two about fashion, right?"

"Why? Cause I'm gay?"

"Well, yeah."

I rolled my eyes.

"You dress much nicer than I do. Although, you're not wearing much these days."

I outrageously stared at his hairy junks.

He bit his lower lip.

"Anyway, can you help me picking up my clothes or not? I want to look extra nice today."

"Sure. Why the hell not?"

Joshua led me to his bedroom; I followed his bouncing butt.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

I had seen his room only once, the day I had moved in.

I remembered the queen size bed; I had forgotten about the black and white painting of Joshua and Jennifer together above it.

That woman always had to made things awkward, looking at me checking out her husband.

On the bed, two outfits were displayed.

"What do you think? Blue or white?"

He was referring to his shirt.

This was obviously just a trick to drive me crazy because there was no much difference between the two options.

In fact, it was the exact same shirt that I knew to be deliciously too tight for his frame, in two different plain colors.

"Don't you want to try something else? Mix things up?" I suggested.

I plead guilty; I wanted this moment to last a little longer.

"What do you have in mind, Just?"

"Something a bit less common."

"Bro, I'm the head of legal, I cannot really wear floral or animal prints at the office."

His main cabinet was opened.

"Do you mind?"

I asked walking towards the cabinet where the shirts where hung.

"Go ahead."

I found something nice that I had never seen him worn in less than ten seconds.

"See! This, for example, it's still quite formal, especially if you wear it with these pants and nice shoes, but it looks great."

I handed him a cream-colored polo shirt.

"I hadn't worn that in years..."

"It's Summer now, you can relax on the tight shirts."

"That might be very tight as well."

All the more reasons to wear it, I thought.

"Just try it!"

Amazingly, Joshua agreed and he slid himself in the polo shirt while he was still naked as a worm from the waist down.

Although, worm was clearly not a word I should have used when referring to Joshua's crotch.

That large cock was dangling between the hairy thighs like a damn pendulum that could be used by a hypnotist.

More like an elephant's trunk than a worm...

"So?"

Fuck.

I had to look up-there!

"It's a little tight for sure, but you have the chest and the arms to pull it off."

Joshua's nipples were poking through the cream fabric. It made me thirsty.

"How do I look, really?"

He turned around and checked himself in a mirror.

Like this, only wearing the tight enhancing top, the short answer was that he looked hot as fuck.

"Good... I mean, great..." I mumbled.

"Imagine if I were to go to work just like this?"

As a joke, Joshua did the helicopter with his junks in front of the mirror.

Was he trying to give me a heart attack!?

"I bet some people would love the look."

"I'm not so sure."

"You realize that most of the gay guys and women at work are crushing hard on you, right?"

He turned back around.

Was he sporting a semi or his dick was just that big in its soft state?!

Damn it, he was driving me insane.

"Really?"

"Please, don't pretend like you're surprised by that."

"I mean, I caught some of the guys definitely staring. The dude in your office seems to be about to drool anytime I see him."

"To be fair, Rafael is a very horny guy."

We both laughed.

"What about you?"

"You want me to tell you that I'm horny?"

"No, you said everyone at the office is crushing on me. What about you?"

He had thrown me for a loop with that one!

Shit.

"The question is moot. I avoid getting false hope by fantasizing over married men."

I was pretty happy with my answer. It could have been much worse.

Joshua did not lose his smile.

"You're such a respectful guy."

There was a hint of irony in his voice.

He was aware that I was obsessed with him. There was no doubt now.

Still, he kept entertaining me.

"I'm trying to be... It can be difficult at times."

He stepped closer. It was just one step but it changed the whole mood. Suddenly, I was so close to his dangling cock.

"I agree. It can be very hard."

He had said that in a whisper.

I gulped.

I wanted to kiss him.

"Joshua, you..."

He did not let me finish.

"Let's go for the polo shirt then, and what about the pants? These ones you said?" He spoke back in his normal volume and tone of voice.

The moment was over.

We were back to talking about clothes...

"Yeah... That's the ones."

Joshua walked past me to open a drawer for his underwear.

I let it go that time, but I was decided not to let the opportunity slip through my fingers the following evening.

I was more determined than ever to execute my plan.

"Let me just put those boxers on and I'll be ready."

"What about mixing it up in the underwear department too?"

"I'm listening."

"I'm seeing a pink pair of briefs on the top, right there. That would go well with the rest of the outfit."

He grabbed the pink undies.

"I don't even remember when I bought those. Maybe it was a purchase from Jen."

"She has taste. Also, you could go commando. Just another option."

"Dirty dog, I'll just wear the pink ones. Thanks, Justin."

I watched him putting the bottoms on.

"You're welcome. You know that I'm always happy to help a friend in need."

I went to my own room to finish dressing up myself and we left for work a few minutes later.

I was naïve, excited by the continuation of our flirtatious games, I did not see the huge slap coming.

I was giddy getting into my Toyota while Joshua was getting into his Range Rover.

Already thinking that I had to make sure to come back early to prepare everything for the big "jerk-off showdown" before dinner, I was buzzing with anticipation.

Joshua had a large bag with him.

"You'll go to the gym again today?" I asked him.

"No, it's for Jen." He told me as if it was obvious.

"For Jen?"

"I'll go directly from work, doesn't make sense for me to pass by the house before leaving."

I did not get it.

"Leaving where?"

Joshua threw the bag in the backseat of his car and he looked embarrassed.

He made a weird face.

"I've told you, no? I'm pretty sure I've told you."

"Since I have no idea what you're talking about, I don't think so."

"I'm driving to Salt Lake City tonight to spend the week-end there. I thought I had mentioned it to you. We discussed it with Jen a couple days ago. We haven't seen each other in a month."

Do you remember the sound of glass being shattered in old sitcoms when the main character fucked up?

This is exactly the sound I heard in my head when he said that.

I tried to stay put but I think Joshua could tell that I looked disappointed... Not to say, completely gutted.

"Oh... No, you haven't told me but that makes sense."

"Sorry, man. I should have probably..."

I cut him off.

"No! Don't apologize. You don't owe me any explanation or even any information on your whereabouts. I... I was just a little taken by surprise, that's all. You should enjoy some time with your wife."

"You'll have the house to yourself."

He tried to be friendly again.

"True."

"And I'll tell you what, I won't judge or ask you any question if you bring some boys home while I'm away."

I gave him my best hypocrite smile.

Not sure that I was convincing.

"That's duly noted. I... I might just do that."

Joshua got behind the wheel.

He looked so handsome in his polo shirt but I had not helped me dressing up for me... I had made him gorgeous for his damn wife.

Welcome back to reality Justin, it sucks.