Chris had always been the kind of guy who cherished his independence. After years of roommates in college and couch-surfing during internships, he relished the quiet simplicity of living alone. But the rising cost of living made his modest one-bedroom apartment less tenable. Taking on a roommate wasn’t ideal, but it felt like a practical choice.
When Elliot responded to the ad Chris had posted online, the first thing Chris noticed about him was his presence. Elliot wasn’t the kind of guy who needed to say much to be noticed—tall, broad-shouldered, with an easy confidence in the way he moved. They’d met at a coffee shop to discuss the logistics of sharing a place, but Chris found himself distracted by the man across the table. He didn’t know whether it was Elliot’s calm demeanor or the way his dark eyes seemed to assess everything without giving much away, but something about him intrigued Chris immediately.
“So,” Elliot said, leaning back in his chair, “what’s the catch?”
Chris raised an eyebrow. “Catch?”
“You’re asking for way less rent than what this place is worth. Either the building’s haunted, or you’re secretly terrible to live with.”
Chris smirked. “It’s not haunted, and I’m probably the best roommate you’ll ever have.”
Elliot chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “Alright. I’ll take your word for it.”
Something about Elliot’s laugh made Chris’s stomach flip, but he pushed the thought aside. He was here to find a roommate, not get distracted by the guy’s perfect jawline.
Elliot moved in a week later, and Chris quickly realized he’d hit the jackpot. Elliot was clean, quiet, and considerate in a way most roommates weren’t. He wasn’t overly talkative, but he had a dry sense of humor that came out at the most unexpected times, usually leaving Chris in stitches.
Still, Chris couldn’t help but notice that Elliot was guarded. He deflected personal questions with vague answers or a quick joke, and though he was polite and easygoing, he never quite let Chris in. Chris told himself it didn’t matter; they were just roommates, after all. But as the weeks went by, Chris found himself wanting to know more about the man he shared his home with.
One evening, after they’d both had long days at work, Chris suggested they grab a few beers and watch a game. Elliot agreed, and they settled on the couch, the hum of the TV filling the room.
“So,” Chris said during a commercial break, “what’s your deal?”
Elliot glanced at him, one eyebrow raised. “My deal?”
“Yeah. You’ve been living here for a month, and I know almost nothing about you.”
Elliot smirked. “Maybe I’m just boring.”
Chris laughed. “Yeah, I’m not buying that. You’ve got this whole mysterious vibe going on. What are you hiding? Secret family? Witness protection? Double life as a spy?”
Elliot shook his head, his smile faint. “Nothing that exciting. Just a regular guy trying to get by.”
Chris didn’t push, sensing that Elliot wasn’t ready to open up. But the curiosity lingered.
It wasn’t until weeks later, during a lazy Friday night, that Chris finally got a glimpse of Elliot’s deeper layers. They’d ordered takeout and were sitting on the floor, the coffee table cluttered with beer bottles and empty cartons. The conversation had drifted from work to relationships, a topic Chris noticed Elliot usually avoided.
“You ever feel like people don’t really see you?” Elliot asked suddenly, his voice quieter than usual.
Chris frowned. “What do you mean?”
Elliot hesitated, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I mean... they only see one part of you. And it doesn’t matter what you do or who you are; that’s all they care about.”
Chris’s frown deepened. “That’s pretty heavy. Are you talking about work stuff, or...?”
Elliot exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “It’s personal. Physical.” He paused, then glanced at Chris. “I’m not exactly... average.”
Chris blinked, the meaning of Elliot’s words sinking in. “What do you mean?”
Elliot grabbed Chris’ hand placed it between his legs and said, “Feel what I mean? And it isn’t even hard.”
Chris could hardly believe what was happening. He could feel something massive in Elliot's shorts and for a moment couldn’t find the words to express what he wanted to say but then he said, “Oh, when you said not average you were understating. You have a 3rd leg.” Chris giggled, “You must be joking, that’s not real.”
Elliot stood up and dropped his shorts and underwear to the ground and said, “See, it’s real.”
Chris couldn’t take his eyes of this new discovery and all he could think of was how it must taste, but said “So it is real. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, but I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. It didn’t feel real. I thought you were joking with me. I can’t imagine having one so big. I be it draws a lot of attention at certain times. So many guys say they wished they had one like that.”
Elliot nodded. “Yeah. And trust me, it’s not as great as people think. It’s just… a thing people get fixated on. Like they stop seeing me as a person.”
Elliot couldn’t help but notice how Chris was staring at it. He wondered if was Chris fixated on it like all the others.
Chris was quiet for a moment, unsure how to respond. “That sounds… tough. I’ve never thought about it that way before.”
Elliot shrugged, but his expression was tense. “It’s exhausting. People make assumptions, or they turn it into a joke. It’s one of the reasons I don’t talk about it.”
Chris nodded slowly. “I get it. Well, not exactly, but I would like to get it.” Chris realized he just confessed his desire to get his cock. “Oh, man I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”
Elliot looked at him, his gaze searching. Exactly how did you mean it?
“I’m so sorry. Chris said, I’ve never seen one that big before and I couldn’t help but think how it must be to have sex with a guy so big. Please forgive me. That’s just the bottom in me talking.”
Elliot laughed really hard and said, “Okay, but I better not catch you sniffing my underwear not that you know.”
“Oh, no,” Chris said. “That’s something I would never do. Besides that’s kind of gross.”
After that night, something shifted between them. Chris noticed that Elliot seemed more at ease around him, more willing to share small pieces of himself. He learned that Elliot had grown up in a small town where gossip spread like wildfire, making his teenage years especially difficult. He’d moved to the city for a fresh start, but the stigma of his “reputation” seemed to follow him wherever he went.
Chris found himself drawn to Elliot in ways he hadn’t expected. It wasn’t just his looks, though those were hard to ignore; it was the quiet strength Elliot carried, the way he persevered despite everything. Chris tried to keep his feelings in check, but it became harder with each passing day.
When Elliot responded to the ad Chris had posted online, the first thing Chris noticed about him was his presence. Elliot wasn’t the kind of guy who needed to say much to be noticed—tall, broad-shouldered, with an easy confidence in the way he moved. They’d met at a coffee shop to discuss the logistics of sharing a place, but Chris found himself distracted by the man across the table. He didn’t know whether it was Elliot’s calm demeanor or the way his dark eyes seemed to assess everything without giving much away, but something about him intrigued Chris immediately.
“So,” Elliot said, leaning back in his chair, “what’s the catch?”
Chris raised an eyebrow. “Catch?”
“You’re asking for way less rent than what this place is worth. Either the building’s haunted, or you’re secretly terrible to live with.”
Chris smirked. “It’s not haunted, and I’m probably the best roommate you’ll ever have.”
Elliot chuckled, the sound deep and warm. “Alright. I’ll take your word for it.”
Something about Elliot’s laugh made Chris’s stomach flip, but he pushed the thought aside. He was here to find a roommate, not get distracted by the guy’s perfect jawline.
Still, Chris couldn’t help but notice that Elliot was guarded. He deflected personal questions with vague answers or a quick joke, and though he was polite and easygoing, he never quite let Chris in. Chris told himself it didn’t matter; they were just roommates, after all. But as the weeks went by, Chris found himself wanting to know more about the man he shared his home with.
“So,” Chris said during a commercial break, “what’s your deal?”
Elliot glanced at him, one eyebrow raised. “My deal?”
“Yeah. You’ve been living here for a month, and I know almost nothing about you.”
Elliot smirked. “Maybe I’m just boring.”
Chris laughed. “Yeah, I’m not buying that. You’ve got this whole mysterious vibe going on. What are you hiding? Secret family? Witness protection? Double life as a spy?”
Elliot shook his head, his smile faint. “Nothing that exciting. Just a regular guy trying to get by.”
Chris didn’t push, sensing that Elliot wasn’t ready to open up. But the curiosity lingered.
“You ever feel like people don’t really see you?” Elliot asked suddenly, his voice quieter than usual.
Chris frowned. “What do you mean?”
Elliot hesitated, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I mean... they only see one part of you. And it doesn’t matter what you do or who you are; that’s all they care about.”
Chris’s frown deepened. “That’s pretty heavy. Are you talking about work stuff, or...?”
Elliot exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “It’s personal. Physical.” He paused, then glanced at Chris. “I’m not exactly... average.”
Chris blinked, the meaning of Elliot’s words sinking in. “What do you mean?”
Elliot grabbed Chris’ hand placed it between his legs and said, “Feel what I mean? And it isn’t even hard.”
Chris could hardly believe what was happening. He could feel something massive in Elliot's shorts and for a moment couldn’t find the words to express what he wanted to say but then he said, “Oh, when you said not average you were understating. You have a 3rd leg.” Chris giggled, “You must be joking, that’s not real.”
Elliot stood up and dropped his shorts and underwear to the ground and said, “See, it’s real.”
Chris couldn’t take his eyes of this new discovery and all he could think of was how it must taste, but said “So it is real. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, but I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. It didn’t feel real. I thought you were joking with me. I can’t imagine having one so big. I be it draws a lot of attention at certain times. So many guys say they wished they had one like that.”
Elliot nodded. “Yeah. And trust me, it’s not as great as people think. It’s just… a thing people get fixated on. Like they stop seeing me as a person.”
Elliot couldn’t help but notice how Chris was staring at it. He wondered if was Chris fixated on it like all the others.
Chris was quiet for a moment, unsure how to respond. “That sounds… tough. I’ve never thought about it that way before.”
Elliot shrugged, but his expression was tense. “It’s exhausting. People make assumptions, or they turn it into a joke. It’s one of the reasons I don’t talk about it.”
Chris nodded slowly. “I get it. Well, not exactly, but I would like to get it.” Chris realized he just confessed his desire to get his cock. “Oh, man I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”
Elliot looked at him, his gaze searching. Exactly how did you mean it?
“I’m so sorry. Chris said, I’ve never seen one that big before and I couldn’t help but think how it must be to have sex with a guy so big. Please forgive me. That’s just the bottom in me talking.”
Elliot laughed really hard and said, “Okay, but I better not catch you sniffing my underwear not that you know.”
“Oh, no,” Chris said. “That’s something I would never do. Besides that’s kind of gross.”
After that night, something shifted between them. Chris noticed that Elliot seemed more at ease around him, more willing to share small pieces of himself. He learned that Elliot had grown up in a small town where gossip spread like wildfire, making his teenage years especially difficult. He’d moved to the city for a fresh start, but the stigma of his “reputation” seemed to follow him wherever he went.
Chris found himself drawn to Elliot in ways he hadn’t expected. It wasn’t just his looks, though those were hard to ignore; it was the quiet strength Elliot carried, the way he persevered despite everything. Chris tried to keep his feelings in check, but it became harder with each passing day.
