When I found out who my roommate would be for the business retreat, I almost swallowed my tongue. Working in a mid-sized company, Id often had the great pleasure of seeing Brad arrive in the mornings after he had biked to work, his thin athletic shorts clinging to his butt, perfectly outlining their roundness and the tantalizing crack between. On the mornings when I wasnt distracted by that ass and wishing I could take an invisibility pill to join him in the shower, I couldnt help but admire the chest pressing through his T, his muscular arms glistening with the sweat of a man dripping with testosterone. The retreat was about fifty miles south of the city, and as part of a bonding exercise to bring the company closer, we were randomly assigned roommates. I didnt have a clue who mine was since we were given keys at the door to the hotel and wouldnt know until we were both in the room. When he walked into my room, I almost died. He was still wearing his suit from work, his short cropped hair neatly in place. He gave me a careless smile, saying, Hey, as he introduced himself. I dont think he had ever even seen me before. Fuck, its hot, he said once his suitcase was on his bed. I should have fucking taken this tie off two hours ago. With me sitting on my bed, he pulled the tie off and began to unbutton his shirt, tossing it on his bed. How disappointed was I that he wasnt even wearing an A-shirt under it all, but a baggy V-neck with soggy pits. When he went into the bathroom to change, I could feel my thighs start to burn as I watched his muscular 62 frame walking away from me. I couldnt believe what was happening. Here I was, this 26-year old virgin, rooming with this mega-hot man in his early 30s, looking like masculinity incarnate. That year of drooling over that ass, wishing I could tongue those arms . . . And we were in the same room together. I wasnt so ashamed of my own body, at least. I always kept a neat appearance, and I had begun seeing real results working out for the past four years. I wouldnt say I was as disciplined as he was, but I could be proud of my body. I had a fair-sized 6.5 inch cut cock that got hot and hard on a moments notice, a hairless torso, neatly trimmed pubes, my sack freshly shaved, not to mention a nice, round ass. But he was in another league. For so long Id see guys at the gym like him, so confident and sexy, but their cocks hidden from me by a towel carelessly hanging in front of them, a sudden turn out of my view, or a pair of underwear pulled up before I could see. And here I was again, so close, yet so far away. We were busy that night with activities related to the retreat. It was a lot of sitting at tables, listening, and I hardly saw Brad at all. Sure I was learning a lot, but it was awfully disappointing all things considered. It was a little after 10:00 when we finally got back to the room. I had been so tired from the long day, but for some reason, when Brad came through that door, I wasnt tired at all. I could feel the blood kicking it into my cock, me struggling to hide all 6.5 inches from popping out. Brad was cool, though. He was good at small talk, which is not my strength, and laughed at all my jokes. He talked a little about his wife who had left him three months before, something I never knew. No big deal, though, he said. She always complained I spent too much time working out, then she just ran off with this loser with no job. If thats who she wants fucking her, more power to her. After an hour later or so, I got ready for bed in the bathroom, changing into a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. When I came out, Brad had already changed into a pair of flannel sleep pants. I could see his cock dangling between his legs, bouncing through the material. Commando, I thought, nice touch. Best of all was watching him remove his undershirt, getting to take in his smooth, bulging pecs for the first time, large veins popping out at his shoulders and his arms and below his abs. He was massive, though toned, his big nipples soft. I couldnt help but say, Wow, you take the gym seriously. Yeah, he said, casually touching his chest, you bet I do. It looks like you do too, he said referring to my arms. You put me to shame. Whats it like being so built? I dunno, he said casually, flexing his biceps. If you wanna feel, you can. Most guys want to but are afraid to ask. I dont care. Really? I said trying to hide my glee. I rested my hand on his arm, gently squeezing the solid muscle; their hardness was tantalizing, and I wished I could touch more. All the hard work pays off, he said as he crawled into bed. See you in the morning, man. And he turned out the lights. How the hell was I supposed to sleep when I had this thing sleeping in a bed across from mine, his bulging pecs so nearly within my grasp. He lie in his bed on his back, and I watched the silhouette of his chest slowly moving up and down as his fingers absent-mindedly ran up and down the wedge between his pecs. How could I be tired now? I was just watching him for maybe half an hour, thinking he had fallen asleep after his hand stopped moving, when he unexpectedly turned on his side facing me, the glisten in his wide-awake eyes momentarily catching mine. Quickly, I closed my eyes, forcing myself to think of something other than that body. I dont know how long I took, but just as I was starting to fall asleep at last, I could hear the rustling of covers on his bed, and his feet hitting the carpeting as he walked in the bathroom. With a flick of the light switch, light flooded the hallway and a corner of the room. Hey Doug, he called to me. Could you come here and answer a question for me? I turned the corner into the hallway that led into the bathroom. My heart stopped when I saw his ass-naked body standing before me, his bulging bubble butt finally free from the confines of flannel. He turned around, Do you think my dick is too big for my body? Yes, men, he was standing before me, his cock bulging like a beam, throbbing hard and bigger than anything I could have imagined. It had to have been nine inches, cut, with a pretty big girth, and sporting a nice shaved sack. I gaped, speechless in the presence of a body, an ass, a cock too unworthy. He walked toward me, his dick pushing into my shorts. My cock hasnt been inside anything for three months, man. What are you going to do about it? Mustering up what courage I could, I put my hands on his side, moving them slowly up his back, feeling the muscles relax under my touch. He bent down and pressed his lips against mine, until his peck became passionate, his tongue pushing my mouth open, and lapping me up like a man dying for a drink.