Shit! I hadn’t expected my brother’s roommate to be so good looking.

What the hell? I had never ever noticed a guy’s looks before.

Shane walked into the house behind Joe with a swagger that would have swung his dick enticingly if it hadn’t been poured into his jeans. He took off his sunglasses and hung them from a belt loop. The area over his cock was worn white, and it certainly wasn’t something that had been done at the factory.

“Shane, Ryan. Ryan, Shane.” Joe introduced us.
Shane’s lips kicked up into a lazy smile as we shook hands. Shane’s was rough with calluses. I released his hand and pushed up my glasses only to look directly into blue eyes that reminded me of a hot summer day.

Though we were of the same height, at six foot, Joe and I were complete physical opposites. He had been a football player, the quarterback, of course.In addition, though I was three years younger had graduated in 95, a year ahead.

So I was a genius, the problem had been my social life, or more precisely lack there of. At first, I had been too young, and then I had been too busy. I hadn't dated all that much. There just hadn't been time. But I hadn't been completely without company. it was amazing how gorgeous women liked a high IQ and a body kept fit with weight lifing.

Now I was back in town after finally completing my two doctorates in biomechanics and chemistry.

Joe had been great. He had taken me out with his friends, urging me to relax after all the stress of finishing.
After all, he told me, I had a spare room in his house, and a job waiting for me with a major medical research company whenever I wanted it. Even better, I was already on their payroll.

“It’s good to meet you,” I found myself saying. “Joe’s told me a lot about you.” His hair was black, hanging over his shoulders, highlighting his savage cheekbones.
Shane shrugged, dragging my eyes to his wide chest.
“Certainly not as much as he talks about you.”

I glanced at Joe and raised my blond brows.

“What? So I’m proud of you,” he said sheepishly.

Grinning, I said, “I distinctly remember a time when that wasn’t the case.”

He shoved me with his shoulder. “You were a superior pest.”

“Of course.” I smirked at him and turned to Shane. “Joe said you’ve been away on business.”

Shane ran a tanned hand over his face. “Yea, I run a custom bike shop. I was just at an awesome convention. Unfortunately, I'm fighting to keep my garage open. My father’s being an ass.”

I raised my eyebrows and tried to lower my cock. which for some reason was growing.

Joe laughed. “Come on, let’s sit down with a beer and watch the game.” It was Sunday, and the NFL games were almost as important as sex to him.

With a glance at Shane, I shrugged. “I’ll get the beers.”

I turned and walked into the kitchen and opened the door. The cool air made me shiver. I thought of Shane and his tight pants. What the hell was wrong with me? I grabbed the beers, opened my and drank half of it in one gulp. The cold liquid didn’t do what I wanted. I was, if anything, harder than I had been when I left them.

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