Slowly, a hulking bodybuilder of a man wanders out to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes as he slams himself down at the dining table. "Ohhhhhh Why do I drink?" he groans as he opens his bloodshot eyes to see you. His eyes are naturally small, but he squints morseo to see you. He has to be at least 25 years old, with some early onset thinning of his hair and receding hairline. He sits now at your table, wearing nothing but a tiny pair of maroon shorts which leave nothing to the imagination, showing off every aspect of his body.And he has plenty to show off, he is a thick, musclebound guy with massive groin and ass which struggle against the material.
"Shit." He groans "Are you Michael's housemate Chris?" you shake your head "Justin?" you reply the same. "Then what are you doing in their house?"
"What?!" you scoff finally "I dont know what Mike's been telling you, but he doesnt live here, he spends plenty of time around here, but this is Mine, Chris and Justin's place"
"Sorry," he says sheepishly "We got off on the wrong foot" He extends his big hand out to you "I'm Brett" You shake his hand "Brian" is how you reply in shock of the strength this guy puts out through his hand. "Sorry mate, Mike said i could crash here when i needed to, and last night i REALLY needed to. On the plus side, your bath is comfortable" He grins like a little kid.
The two of you talk more as you clean up the kitchen, you throw together some toast for your guest as your conversation continues. You learn he is Mike's older cousin who has played on the same team as him for years, despite the fact he is 4 years older than you guys.You find it amazing how someone in the same upbringing and lifestyle as mike can turn out halfway decent, even nice!
As you keep cleaning the mess up from last night you watch as Brett heads to the bathroom. He doesn't bother to shut the door over, he pulls his pants down, showing the top half of his muscled ass to the world as he pisses. You find yourself drawn into looking. You see the flabby glute quake as a thunderous fart shudders his ass. Normally you would find it disgusting, but on Brett, it seems to suit. "Whoa I am not proud of that!" he protests "Not proud!" As he tucks his cock back into his shorts, they remain a little low riding. He pounds his frame over to you, cleaning up his plate from the table. He stands next to you and you are eye level with him, there is an awkward moment when the two of you look directly at each other. Thankfully Brett breaks the silence
"So why haven't you tried out for the team?" he questions you as he brushes past. "You've got the build for it" You aren't really sure how to take that, as an encouraging, big brotherly comment....or something else. He slams his frame back down at the table to read the paper. "God it's hot in here" he sighs, wiping his brow. "Maybe it's because I'm here" you joke. What the hell? why would you say that?! Brett flashes you a raised eyebrow, either freaked out or interested, you're not sure "Uh..I've noticed the warmth, but i'm not exactly hot" you quickly try to cover your gaff.
He stands up, pounding his nearly naked bodybuilder frame over to you "Maybe I'm coming down with something. Whats my temperature like?" He grabs your hand and smacks it against his forehead. It is then you notice
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