Hey guys. Im new here. Wrote an erotic short story

Hey. I am trying to be a writer. Please tell me what you think. Warning: graphic language, ideas and morality that may not be acceptable to everyone. Its just a story.

The Roommate.

Part I/II

24 yr old male seeks gay roommate in downtown 2 bedroom apartment. Shared Bathroom and Kitchen. FREE GYM faculties.

That was the ad that I placed in a popular online classified. I had recently moved to the city and found this gorgeous two bedroom apartment and I was looking for the right roommate. Catherine had called earlier today to tell me what time I could pick up my guitar and toothbrush from her house. I had left them there when I walked away from her door in a blind rage. She had been cheating on me for two years with a guy who worked in the loading dock attached to her office building. She had left her flash drive in the USB port of her home computer and I knew she had an important deadline today. So I drove out to her office and was parking my car when I heard her scream. I rushed towards the source of the sound. She screamed again but this time she followed it up with a long pleasurable moan. I saw her bent over clutching the handles of a dolly and behind her stood a large hairy man. He was pumping into her like a piston from a rail engine. He was probably dick-deep in her asshole; something she would never tolerate in our bedroom. When he pulled out from her, she got on her knees and took his penis in her mouth. It was long and skinny and was hanging down halfway to his knees. I was transfixed and realized that he was one of those men who always stayed in that beautiful state between flaccidness and full erection. Their shafts were arrow straight and hung magnificent and low endowing them with a noticeable bulge that I had always noticed in men walking down the street. My mind was wandering in these thoughts until the full emotional current of the betrayal washed over me. I was overcome with sadness, hatred and self pity. I did nothing except walked to my car and headed for the peaceful welcome of my apartment.

Catherine had been my 4th girlfriend in the last two years as I was just not able to keep my relationships together for longer than a few months. I could never be the guy they wanted me to be. I was small, only about 5’6 and 140 lbs, pale and boyish and always looked slightly out of place standing next to these girls. None of my ex-girlfriends were shorter than me and half of them weighed more that I did. I knew the end was near with each one when they started to complain about not being able to wear heels when they went out with me.

But there was another part of me that I had discovered recently. I had joined the local gym after one too many taunts from Catherine. The trainer took me around introducing me to the machines. I looked around and saw gorgeous woman dressed in almost nothing surrounded by thick, muscular men. These guys oozed macho energy. They lifted huge hunky of metal over their heads and their muscles bulged under their shirts. The place was crowded, hot and steamy with the musk and sweat emanating from these tuned bodies. For the first time in my life, I caught myself staring at a man in a roomful of half naked women.

He was absolutely beautiful, towered a foot above me and was wide as a bus. He lay across a bench and was pressing a barbell above his chest. With each pump, his chest quivered and beads of sweat formed near his armpits slowly trailing across the side of his torso and dripping down on the floor. He was wearing loose running shorts that had now hiked halfway up his thighs. With each grunt, I could see his legs pulsate; muscles straining with power. He was wearing a cutoff shirt and I could get a side-on view of his chest pumping and his nipples erect and straining against the cotton of his shirt. I kept walking and bumped chest first into a man wearing a blue jumpsuit. He was the janitor and was about 50, grimy and smelling of cigarettes.

“ ’Scuse me,” he said
“Sorry bout that, my fault completely”, I apologized
“Don’t blame you; it’s easy to get distracted. It’s the scent that gets you”, he winked at me and said in a whisper.

Fortunately my tour guide came over and proceeded to grab my arm and usher me to the next room containing some kind of torture rack. Completing my tour, I was ushered to another area where I was made to do incredibly boring floor exercises before being dismissed. I headed to the locker room. It was a heavily lit place with rows of gleaming lockers and looked mostly empty. I stripped and headed for the shower. On my way, I saw the janitor pushing along a broom. He gave me a knowing look and I smiled back. I walked into a shower stall and turned on the warm water. Closing my eyes and getting lost in the steam, I waited for my tight muscles to relax.

Slowly the door of the stall opened and I felt a hand grab my bottom. I reacted with a shock and went completely rigid. I did not want to look behind me. I did not want to see who it was. I was frozen with fear. I felt a thick rough finger slide down my crack. Some soap suds had gathered near the small of my back and were now being transported down the middle of my cheeks with the pressure of this finger. I slowly felt it move towards my asshole and before I knew it, my back arched out in the direction of the hand. A gruff voice whispered near my left shoulder, “The skinny ones are always the hungriest.” His finger started to move around the rim of my hole. He slowly massaged the edges of rim and I could feel a cool draft of air as my asshole relaxed with his gentle prodding. I did not have what you would call a round butt. Mine was mostly flat with a little flair towards the very top. Not much meat at all; when I bent over, my asshole was fully exposed to the air. I had gazed at it once when I was squatting over a mirror trying to shave for my date with Catherine and her strapon.

When I wanted it inside me the most, suddenly that wet slick finger was gone. I finished my shower and quick- walked my way out of the gym. Between the trip to the car and the drive home, cold reality dawned on me and I decided that the experience with the janitor as unwholesome and dangerous. I was filled with a feeling of general unease but also could not get rid of that sensation of a fingertip lightly pressed against my asshole.

End of Part I

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