Without thinking you look down, and he is huge. You only see it for a second before his towel is back on, and he rolls back into his room and slams the door. The construction paper label the RA pinned to his corkboard falls down on to your thigh. Your new hung neighbor is apparently named Sam.
As nonchalantly as you can, you put your towel back around your waist, set his shampoo outside his door and continue to the shower.
On returning, you find another boy in your room. He's short, shorter than you, at least, and has a sort of wild mop of blonde hair a little matted down from sweat. He sets down a moving box of his own and flops onto the bed, hands up over his head. His tshirt lifts up from his shorts. It shows a surprisingly thick treasure trail, also blonde, across the slightest curve of belly. You catch yourself staring before he sits up, and toss your toiletries onto your bed.
He sits up and looks at you. Really, he stares at you.
You'd describe your physique as average, but clearly he wouldn't. You work out, but not much with cardio, so you've got great pecs and arms with just a hint of starter belly roll, highlighted by the cincture of your towel wrap. You're still dripping from hair down from the shower, and you've never been the best at rewding these kind of things, but you're pretty sure he'd like to lick those drops right up.
Then the spell is broken by another boy yelling as he backs through the door. "Jimmy! Aren't you done with that box? There's still a bunch more stuff to get."
The other boy is blonde, too, but where Jimmy had the slightest hint of belly, this one has the whole thing. You guess he's 5'9 or so, but about 250 lbs. His shirt is soaked with sweat and he's carrying three large boxes, two of which tumble out of his grasp as he backs through the door. The top one falls towards you, and you grab it, dislodging your towel in the process. The middle one falls towards Jimmy, who catches it just before it hits the ground.
Jimmy, from his now prone perspective on the ground, is most definitely checking out your crotch. The chubby blonde boy in front of you is now redfaced. But with both of them now facing you its easy to see they are brothers.
"Uh, hi." You say, not sure what else to do. "Can you guys give me a minute? This towel dropping thing seems to keep happening to me."
Jimmy and his brother leave the room. As you throw on a pair of jeans and a white shirt, you can hear Jimmy being berated by his brother, not responding. When you open the door, the brother is still staring at Jimmy and takes a second before he turns to you.
"I'm Chris. Your new roommate."
You shake hands. It's a little awkward.
"This is my little brother Jimmy."
Jimmy scoffs at the word little, and murmurs, "not even by a year."
Chris scowls at Jimmy and directs him to the outside door. "We should be done unloading in about 20 minutes. Sorry about that earlier."
"That's ok. Hey I'm...
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