CHAPTER 1
Cory reached into the backseat of his car and tangled his fingers in with as many handles of plastic bags as possible. He grunted as he pulled about seven bags from the floor.
On his way to the door, he realised he had left his key in the front cup holder.
“Abe!” He yelled as he approached the duplex.
To no response, Cory finally made it to the entrance. He bent his knee and rammed it into the door a few times to mimic knocking.
“Abe!” He yelled over the sounds of some kung fu movie blaring from inside. “I’m locked out!”
Cory gave the door a few more hits. The movie stopped. His fingers had started to ache from the tension of the bags when Abe finally opened the door.
Cory’s roommate was dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of thin grey running shorts. He stood at 6 feet, with a solid build. Abe was hairy, with a mess on top and good progress towards a full beard, but had such clear skin and luscious brown curls that the messy look worked for him. Also, there was no motivation to groom oneself in a pandemic. He had a natural Italian tan going for him, and brown eyes as warm as a pastry.
“Cory!” Abe smacked his roommate right in the abs. “Man, I thought you were that delivery lady. I put on all these clothes.”
Abe pulled his shirt right over his head and tossed it on the couch as Cory walked past him to the kitchen. He set the groceries down and pulled his mask off, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“Man, you gotta keep your damn movies down.” He told Abe. “What if this was an emergency?”
“Oh come on, man.” Abe said, scratching his well-formed pec. “You know these movies aren’t good without volume all the way up. I need to hear these guys’ jaws breaking apart with each punch.”
“Whatever.” Cory rolled his eyes. “You wanna give me a hand with the rest of the bags?”
The two boys walked back outside into the harsh Florida sun.
When they got to the car, Cory couldn’t help but watch Abe’s bare arms as he grabbed for plastic bags. His biceps tensed, though there was not a trace of strain on his face. Cory gathered his things and the last two bags then closed all the car doors, letting Abe take lead as Cory got a good look at his friend’s muscled back and the hairy start to the top of his butt.
“Man, you have got to chill with all these plastic bags,” Abe said as they entered the house and locked it up.
“It’s okay, they spray them down before you leave the store with ‘em, so virus free.”
“Nah, man, I just mean it’s bad for the planet." Abe reached into a lower cabinet in the kitchen and pulled out a bunch of reusable bags. He waved them in his friend’s face then put them back.
“Gotta do our part, man,” he encouraged Cory.
Cory was too busy thinking about the way Abe’s meaty legs pressed together whenever he got down to the floor. Abe never really bent over, just crouched like a crab because he was (annoyingly) the most flexible, fit person Cory knew. Nothing was an uncomfortable or awkward position for him.
Cory snapped himself out of it. “Psh. When did you start caring about the earth?”
The boys started going through the groceries, Cory debagging them as Abe gave them each a once-over with a disinfectant wipe.
“Cici, man.” Abe said. “She’s getting to me.”
“Damn,” Cory said. “You two getting serious?”
“If by serious you mean noncommittal sexting, then yeah.” Abe joked. “She’s still a stranger, man. Not trying to get into anything foreal foreal.”
“How the hell did the environment come up then?” Cory laughed. “She compliment your dick and shame factory farming in the same text?”
Both guys laughed.
“Trust me,” Abe said. “Texts about little Abey-Wabey are quite long-winded and developed, but they stay on topic. I keep her attention.”
Abe reached to his crotch and shook his cock from the base, obviously as a joke, but Cory couldn’t help but notice how visibly the soft mass flopped around through the shorts.
You need to get yourself under control, he thought to himself.
For the past few weeks, ever since quarantine kicked into full gear in Florida, a weird thing was happening to Cory.
So, it all started at the top of March. Cory is best friends with Paul, whom he lived with. They were both 24 year olds working paid internships at a consulting firm that approached their graduating class for recruits two years ago.
When Paul’s younger brother, Abe (21), dropped out of college less than three years into it to pursue some film company pipe dream, he needed a place to crash and started living with Cory and Paul.
But then, the stay-at-home mandates across states solidified, and Paul’s weekend in Venice Beach got turned into a lockdown. Cory and Abe were stuck together.
Though they had spent the past few weeks getting to know each other better (which wasn’t hard, Abe was a lot like his older brother), Cory sometimes still felt like it was freshman year again and he was paired with a random person who was cool, but only a little bit like him.
The most unsettling thing about this situation was Cory’s feelings. He had never thought about other guys, but out of nowhere he started taking all these notices of Abe’s body. Fantasising about jacking off with him.
Several times, Cory had shook it off and decided that it was because he was locked in and horny. He was missing action, so his brain was making up stuff.
Right?
Cory wanted to think that, but what was making it even harder was how relaxed Abe was about his perfectly imperfect hairy, muscly, naturally manly body.
Paul had told Cory before Abe moved in that his little brother had a bit of an “exhibitionist streak”, and if you got to know him, it wouldn’t be long before you’d get to know all of him.
Abe paraded around the apartment in thin shorts. He pissed and showered with the door open. He slept naked, and as long as he was in Paul’s room (which he took over since Paul had left) any activity done in there was a naked activity.
Cory had never actually seen the stud’s penis, but he had come close a few times.
He kept a practice of throwing a hand up or turning his head when Abe jokingly dropped trou in front of him, whether it was to change or hit the shower. Cory would make some mildly annoyed comment like, “come on, man!” When truly, the more time that went by, the less he minded seeing what the beast was working with.
Abe snickered at his very arousing demonstration, snapping Cory back to the present.
“Man, whatever,” Cory laughed it off.
“Oh, SICK!” Abe beamed. “You got salted almonds!”
Abe dug his hand into the tin and threw his head back, unloading a fist of nuts into his mouth.
He crunched them happily.
“I owe you,” he said through a mouthful of chewed almond.
“It’s okay, I gotcha.” Cory replied. “Chicken parm tonight.”
“Sweet!” Abe said. “I’m gonna get a good shower in before. Haven’t stopped this movie marathon in three days, man. It’s bad.”
Abe said that while sniffing his right armpit, which Cory hated himself for finding slightly hot.
It was attractive how much of a reminder Abe was of the college life. Kicking back and being absolutely terrible at being in charge of your own life. Hygiene included.
Cory knew what was coming. Abe bent down and pulled his shorts free, and instinctively, Cory turned to the groceries in front of him.
“I’ll leave some hot water for you,” Abe said.
“No you won’t,” Cory complained.
“You’re right,” Abe laughed.
This time, Cory dared to look up.
As Abe exited the room, Cory got a good look of his ass: two round and well-formed globes of butt against a strong lower back and pair of legs. Cory was impressed at the vibrant and healthy look of the reddish-brunette curls sprouting from Abe’s crack.
Cory stared all the way until Abe had disappeared into the hallway.
Damn, he thought.
Yo! So, here we are, lmao. I have finally succumbed to a full out, exhibitionist fiction story. I’ve been thinking about throwing in a burp or fart, but I most likely won’t. If I do, I’ll try to keep it as natural and realistic as possible.
I don’t know if you guys are into this. I’ve come across a few people who are, but I hope there’s more of us out there! Send me requests, comment on the thread, let’s build some common ground on this stuff. I think it’s genuinely so hot and to be honest, I think these actions and burping somehow stem from the same attractive quality for me. Someone who doesn’t care and who owns their body and what their body can do. Or even enjoys showing it off.
Really excited for this. Hope you guys are into the story! Let me know if you’re into me finishing it.