When Aaron stood back up with Erik’s box, he felt dizzier than ever.
“Sure, my stuff’s in the truck,” Erik pointed out the door behind him. “You alright?”
“Oh yeah,” Aaron tried his best to sound nonchalant, nodding his head with a distracted expression. Erik released a small chuckle, unsure of what to make of his new room mate. Aaron slowly turned around and then marched Erik's box off to his new room. When he returned, Erik was already outside retrieving the next box. It wasn’t long before they were making trips to the young man’s truck. Mercifully, Erik didn’t have as many belongings as his older sister. Also, Aaron didn’t mind helping his new room mate out. Erik wore those jeans like a second skin. Each time he would bend down to pick something up, Aaron made sure he was in an opportune spot to take advantage of the view.
Those jeans stretched over the boy’s perky rear snugly, dipping between those firm ass cheeks. Aaron was finding it increasingly difficult to contain his level of arousal. Soon enough, the labor intensive task was over, but the show Erik was putting on was far to brief for his room mate. Erik carefully transported the last box to his new space, grunting loudly as he slowly set it down on the carpet.
“Looks like that’s it.” The taller man declared, a thin layer of sweat coating his forehead.
Erik spent much of the remaining day unpacking his things and getting settled while Aaron took that time to sneak off to his room and take care of some business.
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