Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2010 00:35:00 -0400
From: Mattie Stern <mpstern1875@gmail.com>
Subject: Roommate Bromance Part 1

Shane used his strong arms to lift the last box out of the back of his
truck and hand it to Charlie to bring inside. He jumped into the front seat
and parked properly in 1 of 2 assigned spaces for the 1 bedroom apartment.
You could pay an extra $15 a month for a third resident space but it would
not be needed. Charlie and Mathew shared 1 car between them. They've been
doing that since high school Shane remembered. They have been sharing
nearly everything ever since.

He gathered a few loose personal items on the passenger seat with one hand
and brought the bottom of his t-shirt up to dry his sweat drenched face
with the other. Even for extreme Southeastern NC, it was global warming
like unseasonably hot for late January. Severe thunderstorms were
forecasted for later that evening. As his shirt lifted, he got a look at
the beginnings of a beer belly. It's a shame having one at 23 years old,
but as his girlfriend likes to points out, it barely juts out over his
waistband so it's really just a bit of a pooch really. Anyway, you could
still detect the fuck me lines at his sides he's had since high school.
It's all good. Shane knew he looked good. 5'10", 180 pounds, buzz cut,
crooked nose, stocky but hard. A hockey player physique which is what Shane
is, or was before he injured his back ending his AHL career. A career he
postponed college for. So he spent the last 2 years attending community
college back home in Charlotte and was accepted to UNC Wilmington for next
fall. His plan was to move into a studio apartment in the spring and find a
job before the semester began in August. Then during the holidays, his old
high school buddies, Mathew and Charlie, were in town and they hung out
together and started talking and planning.

Shane had moved to Charlotte from Michigan, just like Mathew, but when he
was 12. Hockey wasn't as popular in the south as up north, obviously, so
Shane had a hard time fitting in with his fellow classmates. He knew
Charlie but never became close friends with him, but then again, Charlie
never had a close friend until Mathew transferred into their school on the
first day of their senior year. By then, Shane had picked up a second
passion, golf, and had joined the school team. Mathew made the team as well
and since he and Shane were both from Michigan, they had that in common and
kinda hit it off. And of course, where Mathew was, so was Charlie, so by
graduation, the 3 had become good friends. They were good guys, Mathew and
Charlie. They stayed in touch with Shane while away at college. They had
recently moved to Wilmington, sharing a 1 bedroom to save as much money as
possible while they started their own business. They suggested to Shane he
move in and find a job now so he will be settled in and have some money
saved up before the fall semester starts. After a few calls made and a
favor cashed in, Shane was hired as a bellman at the finest hotel in
Wilmington.

Mathew sat down at his desk and logged into his laptop. They had turned the
dining room area into an office of sorts with 2 desks and a filing cabinet
and a pile of boxes or 2. The living room had only a sofa and loveseat and
an entertainment center. Plenty of room back by the patio door for Shane to
place his desk and pc. The bedroom had a low, long bureau with 6 drawers
and a tv and mirror on top next to a fair sized walk-in closet. The bureau
and closet could easily be shared with Shane. They were only half
filled. Ever since Charlie got active and lost a lot of weight back in high
school, he and Mathew found they could wear the same size clothes and
shoes. They each had their favorites and a few thing that looked better on
one than the other but mostly they didn't differentiate between whose was
whose. They owned a full size bed and a twin since he and Charlie moved in
back in October. They had planned to fit Shane's twin bed but there was no
way. The plan then was to get rid of the full and get a third twin but it
was Mathew who reminded the other 2 that when one of them brought a girl
over, it was easier to fuck on a full size mattress than a twin. So while
Shane lived with them, Mathew and Charlie would share the full. No big
deal. Sleeping with Charlie by this point, Mathew figured, was like
sleeping with himself.

As Mathew typed, he caught a glimpse of Charlie in the open kitchen pouring
himself a glass of water. He was thirsty himself so he stuck out his left
arm. Charlie filled another glass and handed it it to Mathew. Their
friendship was nothing if not efficient. Mathew leaned back and enjoyed the
ice cold water. It was a hot day and Shane had more boxes and stuff to move
in then expected. Mathew pulled his sweaty t-shirt off and tossed it
effortlessly into the laundry basket atop the washer in the open closet at
the end of the short hall which lead to the bedroom and bathroom. He
could've played on the basketball team back in school but had stuck with
football, golf and tennis. His body certainly reflected his athletic
diversity. 6', 175 pounds, brown hair, green eyes. Very good looking
guy. He has a strong chin, broad shoulders and back, well defined
calves. He doesn't have a six pack anymore but certainly a 4 pack was still
visible behind a small trail of light fur from between his pecs to the
start of his pubes where his v shaped torso ends.

Charlie quenched his insatiable thirst with 16oz of water then headed
towards the bathroom for a quick shower pulling off and dropping his
clothes in the hall closet. Just before stepping into the tub, he saw
himself in the mirror. He looked a hell of a lot better at 22 then he did
back in high school. 6' tall, 182 pounds, shirt black hair and brown eyes,
a big bright smile. He had a medium build. A well developed chest covered
lightly in hair. Genetics would always prevent him from having a 6 pack but
he looked great with his clothes on or off. And he knew it.

Not long ago, Charlie was known in his little corner of the world, a suburb
of Charlotte, NC, as a nice, smart, funny kid. He was physically awkward
and often, socially awkward. He did well in school, got along with the
popular kids, went out on a few dates, but played no sports, rarely joined
in after school clubs or activities. He never knew what it was to have a
close friend.

All that changed on the first day of his senior year. There was a new kid
in town who had just enrolled in Charlie's school, Mathew. He had just
moved down from Michigan with his family into a house less than 1/2 a mile
from Charlie's. Mathew had been a star athlete since he was 8 years
old. One of the most popular kids in his school and in his hometown. Very
popular with the ladies. But here in charlotte, for now, he was a nobody.

Because his last name was alphabetically similar to Charlie's and because
they wound up with the same class schedule, Mathew found himself sitting
near Charlie all day. Because of Charlie's easy going, welcoming demeanor,
Mathew felt comfortable asking him for help and directions. Charlie was
happy to oblige. By lunch they were friends. By Halloween, they were best
friends.

Charlie introduced Mathew to the most popular kids in school. Mathew tried
out for, and joined, the school's JV football and golf teams. Mathew,
taking advantage of Charlotte's year round good weather, spent most of the
year outside introducing Charlie the homebody, to tennis, basketball, golf,
canoeing. By graduation, Charlie was still a nice, smart, funny guy....but
he was also hot! and sociable and very much involved. Various clicks of the
prettiest girls in school fought amongst themselves to be asked out on a
double date with Charlie and Mathew. Charlie had become quite the ladies'
man by following Mathew's advice. After all Mathew knew what he was talking
about, he had lost his virginity at the early age of 14.

After graduation both guys were accepted into NC State and shared a dorm
for all 4 years. It was during college where these best friends' closeness
turned into something usually reserved for fraternal twins.

These guys had no problem bringing girls back to the dorm and fooling
around while the other either pretends to be asleep and watches or does the
same with his current girlfriend. They had no problem sharing the shower if
it meant timed saved would mean the difference between being late to class
or not. They shared porn, lube, cum rags, a pocket pussy. These 2 were
straight, no doubt about it, but they were uber confidant, smart, good
looking guys, who had the whole world waiting for them and they knew
it. They knew how much they needed each other and how much they meant to
each other.

On occasion, since becoming best friends their senior year, Mathew and
Charlie, during their jerk off sessions, would "give each other a hand". It
became instinctive, how and when it was appropriate to cross that line and
reach over. They had even shocked a few close friends and even a couple
girlfriends by telling them about this secret activity. It really was no
big deal to them. Hardly worth keeping secret.

What was a big deal and they swore to never tell anyone else, ever, was an
annual tradition which started during the early stages of their
friendship. On every one of Mathew's birthdays, Charlie gives him a
blowjob. To understand how this came about, you need to know that although
Charlie had always been treated well by the larger population of the school
because he was smart and funny and in most of their classes, there were
bullies. Bullies who preyed on the then physically awkward, i.e. fat,
Charlie. One in particular was a dumb jock who lived on the same block as
Charlie since the 5th grade named Greg. Greg's family were a bit on the
redneck side and anti-semitic. Over the years they found excuses to get on
Charlie's parents' case about one thing or another. Greg followed his
parent's cue and made Charlie's life hell at the bus stop and all summer
long whenever Charlie stepped outside.

Mathew put an end to all that early on. It was about a week before Mathew's
b-day. He drove to Charlie's to pick him up and head to the local public
course. Mathew arrived just in time to find Charlie's golf bag and clubs
strewn across the driveway and Greg straddling Charlie with his back on the
ground, arms flailing as Greg pummeled him and laughed. Mathew jumped out
of his car, chased Greg to the front door of his house and kicked the shit
out of him all the way to his backyard.

Of course, Charlie was beyond grateful to who, he knew, would be his
lifelong protector. Over the next few days Charlie couldn't stop thanking
and doting over Mathew until it was almost embarrassing. Later that week,
on Mathew's birthday, after dinner and cake with his parents and sisters,
Charlie took Mathew back to his house to play videogames and watch tv in
the bonus room over the garage which was connected to the rest of the house
through a rarely used office and guest room. Charlie had managed to sneak
beer into the small fridge in the room. Mathew had influenced Charlie
already, in countless ways. This included introducing Charlie to
alcohol. Before the benefit of Mathew's previous experience, Charlie could
be easily fooled into getting drunk off of O'Douls. After a few beers,
Charlie the lightweight was pretty drunk. Mathew cut him off to avoid
trouble with parents or showing up to school the next day with a hangover
but not before Charlie became a bit emotional remembering how Mathew had
come to his rescue a week earlier. Charlie expressed how he wish he could
give Mathew something special for his birthday to thank him
properly. Mathew, a bit tipsy himself and not above enjoying tormenting his
new nieve friend just a bit, suggested he give him a blowjob. At first
thought Charlie reacted in disgust but then the alcohol made him think
twice. Charlie wanted to do something for Mathew no other friend of his
ever would. Something that would take a bit of sacrifice on Charlie's
part. So Charlie looked directly into the eyes of his best buddy and
confidently said, "ok dude. A blowjob it is".

Mathew froze. A nervous smile on his face hiding the fact that he wasn't
sure if this was Charlie calling his bluff or not. Then Charlie threw the
game controller resting on Mathew's lap aside, unbuttoned his jeans,
unzipped him, then boldly stuck his hand under the waistband of his boxers
and pulled out his flaccid cock. He bent his head down and took it all
in. While his dick grew to a full erection in Charlie's mouth, Mathew,
still stunned, closed his eyes, rested his head back, and acknowledged that
this was as good a blowjob as he had ever received since his first,
performed by a troubled neighborhood girl in the woods behind his house
when he was 13.

Charlie sucked until Mathew came in his mouth and he swallowed his load. He
quickly grabbed a half empty can of beer and took a swig to remove the
taste and smell from his mouth. Charlie and Mathew looked at each other and
nervously laughed. Mathew asked Charlie, "no one will ever know about this,
right?"

"Well obviously dude!".

On that note, they gave each other their first bro hug and Mathew went
home. A year later, it was the middle of their first ever finals week in
college. Mathew had never been as good a student as Charlie. He had to work
twice as hard to keep a GPA 1/2 that of Charlie's. Of course, Charlie did
everything he could to help Mathew along. On Mathew's 19th birthday, the 2
guys were studying in their dorm room. They hadn't gone out or had any fun
in over 2 weeks. Not long before midnight, Charlie insisted on a break. He
took out a cupcake with a candle he had sneaked in that morning, lit it and
wished his roommate a happy birthday. Mathew brought up memories of his
last birthday. Charlie took a bite from his half of the cupcake and grinned
at his buddy. After 16 months of this level of closeness, Charlie knew
Mathew as well as he knew himself. There was no point in stretching this
out. Charlie tilted his head in the direction of Mathew's bed. Mathew
walked over, pulled his mesh shorts and boxers down and stepped out of
them. He laid down, hands clasped behind his head. Charlie got up, wiped
icing off the corner of mouth, went over and kneeled down on the floor
along the side of the bed, grabbed his buddy's already hardening dick and
stroked it, slowly, until it was fully erect at 7". He lapped it
up. Grabbed Mathew's naked right thigh and pulled it towards him so that
his foot came down on the floor and he could better reach his balls. He
knew Mathew enjoyed having his nuts fondled and sucked on. By now he had
witnessed Mathew being serviced by girls more than a few times.

When the deed was done, Charlie stepped into the bathroom to brush his
teeth while Mathew continued to lay on the bed, naked from the waist down,
trying to compose himself. Charlie walked back into view and reminded
Mathew they still had some studying to do and couldn't fall asleep unless
he wants to wake up at 4am and study then.

"I know dude I just need a minute. That was intense"

"Really?", Charlie questioned how intense it could've been. All he did was
to remember what he had experienced when girls performed it on him and what
he had seen girls do when they sucked Mathew off or what he had seen girls
do in porn.

"You know this will have to become a yearly tradition from now on, right?"

"Yeah dude. Whatever you say". Charlie shrugged the idea off.