Close Encounters - Martin

I went to university following college. I had decided to study in a different city, across the country from my hometown to learn and grow away from my parents. It was at university where I met Martin.

Martin was slightly older than me, a few years ahead in university and was close to finishing. He was straight. Very straight. No chance of turning or being curious. He was very liberal and an avid LGBT ally but he knew he was 100% straight. He was tall and slim but had well defined muscles from going to the gym and short, sandy blonde hair. He ate a lot. And I mean, a lot! In my second year of university I allowed myself to be persuaded into joining a gym. I had never been a very active person. Other than playing team sports I had never focused on my own fitness. Martin changed that. He became my gym buddy and would tell me what to eat, what exercises to do and when to rest. We met up practically every day after lectures to either work out or play video games on rest days. We became incredibly close in a short period of time. Unfortunately, Martin didn’t have much luck with girls. He was the friendly, cute, comedian that everyone wanted to be around but no-one wanted to have sex with. If only they knew.

I would often go round to his apartment and he’d answer the door in a pair of baggy gym shorts or grey joggers. He wore very loose woven boxers most of the time which I could tell from the waistband. Despite wearing loose and baggy bottoms I could always see something large swinging between his legs. From time to time, he would sit a certain way and the material would fall so I could see a little bit of head or a nut would hang slightly out. However, my absolute favourite was after a night out, hungover the next morning he would always go commando. Those times we would lay opposite each other playing video games and with his legs spread I could see everything. He had hairy legs which went all the way up to his pubes and covered his balls and base of his shaft. His balls were average size but hung low and swung as he moved. I never saw him hard but at that time in my life, his was the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was easily 7” soft if not more and thick. I could only imagine what he looked like hard.

After a series of nights out where Martin had been unsuccessful at flirting with any girls he calls me to ask my opinion on something. I say sure how can I help? He says no I need you to come over so I can show you. Strange but ok. I go round to his and he opens the door and I walk in. I sit in his living room like I’ve done hundreds of times before but he stays standing. He looks very sheepish. What’s the matter, I ask.

“Can you look at my rim?” He asks.

I’m stunned. What? Why? There? Excuse me?

“Err sure, but why?”

It turns out that he was actually really self-conscious of how hairy he was down below. He thought it was affecting his chances of having sex. He’d used hair removal cream all over his pubes, balls and crack. But clearly he’d left it for too long because he was in pain and was asking me to look at it. As the pure, innocent, honest friend that I am of course I obliged with no hidden agenda. To be fair to him, he had removed all the hair from around his hole. I suggested that he use unscented moisturiser for a week or so and hopefully it would get better.

“Do you mind applying it for me?” He asks.

No.

That was a boundary I was not willing to cross. If I had I would definitely have came in my pants. I loved Martin but as a friend and as much as I thought he was hot and sexy and hilarious, I knew it would never happen.

Around this time I started to date a girl. She was pretty but turned out to be a complete psycho. I would often complain about her to Martin and he was always very supportive. Eventually I broke up with her and decided to focus my time and energy on studying. The day I broke up with her was Martin’s birthday so we went out to celebrate and so I could drink and forget. Three days later, Martin calls me up crying. It’s 2am and I had never seen him in such a state. I go and meet him and he tells me that he’s betrayed me. Turns out he had slept with my ex the day that we broke up. His birthday. It took me a while to get over that but he was a good friend and I knew she had done it out of spite. I forgave him, but not her. At least in the end he got some action. I’m just envious I never managed to see his dick in all its glory.
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