Damian and Jimmy are roommates in a small cramped apartment. Jimmy is a man but he has a very petite and feminine build. But jimmy is also very crazy about germs. Which is why he showers with Damian, he wants to make sure Damian is clean and is scrubbing his body right, because Damian is his friend and Jimmy cares about his friends so much.

Chapter 1: Introduction

Alright jimmy boy , last box!" I grunted, hauling the heavy cardboard container up the narrow staircase leading to our new apartment. The place was a dump, but it was our dump now. I could feel the sweat trickling down my back, and I was more than ready to call it a day.

"Be careful with that!" Jimmy's high-pitched voice echoed from inside the apartment. "Don't scratch the floor!"

I rolled my eyes but complied, setting the box down gently in the living room. "Relax, Jimmy. It's just a little scratch. This place isn't exactly the Ritz."

Jimmy appeared in the doorway, his light hair slightly disheveled from the move.

He was a stark contrast to me, with his petite frame and meticulous appearance. He was already wiping his hands on a cloth, even though they were clean. "I can't help it, Damian. I just... I need things to be clean."

I smirked, "I know, Jimmy. It's one of your many charming quirks." I clapped him on the back, and he winced, stepping away to avoid any potential germs.

"Well, I think that's everything," I said, looking around the cluttered oasis that was now our home. "What do you say we christen this place with a cold beer?"

Jimmy wrinkled his nose, "I'd rather not.

Beer is full of germs."

I laughed, "Since when did you become such a germophobe? You used to drink beer like it was going out of style."

He shrugged, "I've just been reading up on it. It's not good for you, Damian. All those chemicals and preservatives."

I raised an eyebrow, "You're reading up on beer now? What's next, Jimmy? A thesis on the history of the toilet brush?"

He ignored my jibe, "And besides, I don't want to get you sick. You're my only friend here."

"Cmon Jimbo a little bit of germs ain't gonna kill ya ," I teased, ruffling his hair. "Besides, you're the one who insisted on moving in with me. You knew what you were getting into."

Jimmy sighed, "I know, I know. It's just... it's hard for me sometimes. I can't help it."

I softened my tone, "Alright, alright. How about this? We'll clean the place up together, and then we'll go out for dinner. My treat."

Jimmy's face brightened, "Really? That sounds nice."

"Yep. And then, if you're still feeling up to it, we can hit up that new bar downtown.

I hear the drinks are top-notch," I said, winking at Jimmy. I knew he'd never go for it, but it was always fun to tease him.

"No we should probably shower

first," Jimmy said, already heading towards the bathroom. "I don't want to pick up any germs from the moving boxes."

I followed him, chuckling, "Alright, alright. Let's get cleaned up then."

The bathroom was a tiny, tiled cubbyhole, barely big enough for one person, let alone two. Jimmy quickly got to work, turning on the shower and adjusting the temperature.

"Damian, could you grab my towel from the bag?" he asked, already stepping into the shower.

I leaned against the doorway, watching as he scrubbed himself with more force than necessary.

"You know, Jimmy, you don't have to shower like you're trying to remove your own skin," I said, amused.

He shot me a glare through the glass door. "I'm just trying to get clean, Damian. It's not my fault you're content living like a Neanderthal."

"Ouch, harsh words from the guy who just moved in with one," I laughed, holding up my hands in surrender. I tossed his towel onto the counter, and he snatched it up before stepping out of the shower.

"Your turn," he said, wrapping the towel around himself. His body was lean and toned, a stark contrast to my own muscular frame.

"Huh what do you mean my turn? You want me to get In The shower with you?

In the same shower?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I knew Jimmy had his quirks, but this was taking things to a whole new level.

Jimmy nodded, already pulling out another towel for me. "Yes, I want you to shower with me. You're my roommate now, Damian, and I can't have you living here and not knowing for sure that you're clean."

I sighed, "Jimmy, I think you're taking this germ thing a bit far. I shower every day, you know that."

He shook his head, "I know, Damian, but I just need to be sure.

Please, it's important to me."

I sighed, "Alright, fine. But don't expect any sudden epiphanies about my sexuality, Jimmy. I'm straight, remember?"

He scoffed, "As if I need a reminder, Damian. I've seen you with enough women to know that. This is purely hygienic, I assure you."

I stepped into the shower, and Jimmy immediately started lathering up a sponge with soap. "Now turn around," he instructed.

I chuckled, "What, you're going to wash my back for me? Alright dude , but don't get any ideas."

Jimmy rolled his eyes, "I told you, this isn't about that. Now turn around."

I did as I was told, feeling the warmth of the water cascading down my skin. Jimmy started scrubbing my back, and I have to admit, it felt good. I could feel the tension from the day's move melting away.

"You know, not many people would put up with this much weirdness from their roommate," I said, my voice muffled by the shower curtain.

Jimmy paused for a moment, then continued scrubbing. "I know. But you do.

And I'm grateful for that, Damian. You're the only person who doesn't make me feel crazy for wanting things a certain way."

I turned to face him, the water streaming down my face. My huge dick was at his chest

level, and he tried his best to ignore it. "You're not crazy, Jimmy. You're just... particular. And I appreciate that about you."

He blushed, looking down at the sponge in his hands. "Thanks, Damian. That means a lot."

I leaned against the wall, letting the water hit my back.

"Also Damian your dick is very dirty and stinky, you need a pro like me to clean it for you

." Jimmy said, his eyes still fixed on the sponge.

I raised an eyebrow, "Is that so? Cleaning my dick is now part of your roommate duties?"

Jimmy shrugged, "Well, we've moved in together. Might as well make sure we're both squeaky clean, don't you think?"

I chuckled, "Alright, Jimmy. But don't say I didn't warn you about how much you might enjoy it."

Jimmy put some soap on his hands and wrapped them both around my shaft moving up and down

. It felt amazing. The tight grip and the gentle touch made me rock hard in no time. I let out a low groan, "Fuck Jimmy, that feels good."

He looked up at me with a smile, "Dude I can't believe your dick is soo dirty, oh and your hard?

Wow , look at the size of it!"

I smirked, "Well, Jimmy, you are the one who insisted on cleaning it. Besides, a little appreciation never hurt anyone."

He shrugged, "Guess you're right. So, do you want me to keep going?"

I looked down at him, his small hands wrapped around my cock, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of desire. I knew I should stop this, but it felt so good.

"Yeah, Jimmy. Keep going."

He nodded, his hands moving faster, his grip tightening.

I couldn't help but let out another groan, my eyes fluttering closed. I rested my head against the tiled wall, using it to steady myself as Jimmy's hands worked their magic.

"You like that, don't you, Damian?" he murmured, looking up at me with those wide, innocent eyes.

"Fuck yes, Jimmy," I groaned, my hips thrusting forward slightly. "Your hands feel amazing."

He beamed at the compliment, his hands moving even faster. I couldn't help but let out a low moan, my breath hitching in my chest. I was getting close, and fast.

The feeling was intense, and I could feel the pleasure building with each stroke of Jimmy's hands. I looked down at him, his eyes focused on the task at hand, and I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. It was wrong, I knew it was. But it felt so good.

"Jimmy," I breathed, trying to slow him down. "We should... we should stop."

He looked up at me, his eyes wide and innocent. "Why? You don't want to come?"

"It's not that," I said, my voice ragged. "It's just... this is weird, Jimmy.

I don't want to do something that's going to make things awkward between us."

Jimmy's hands paused, and I let out a sigh of relief. But then he asked, "Would it make things awkward if I let you come down my throat?"

I was taken aback. That was not the response I was expecting. I looked down at him, my eyes wide with surprise. "Jimmy, are you serious?"

He nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "Dude cmonthis for your hygiene and your dick is raging hard, that's not healthy being this hard and not coming, you could pop a blood vessel

or something."

But before I could speak he already swallowed half of my dick in his throat. I could see his eyes turn all white and his hands moving up and down on the remaining half of my dick. I could feel his throat muscles working on the tip of my cock He was sucking like a pro and it felt amazing

"Fuck Jimmy, that feels... that feels incredible" I groaned, my head falling back against the wall. I couldn't believe he was actually doing this. And he was good, really good.

He pulled back for a second, and I could see the saliva dripping from his mouth. "Feels good, huh?" he asked, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

I nodded, my breath coming in short gasps.

Feels fucking amazing."

He grinned, then took me back into his mouth, his head bobbing up and down. I could feel the pressure building, my orgasm just out of reach. But I wanted to savor this, to enjoy every moment.

I looked down at him, his light hair a contrast to my dark skin. He was a stark contrast to any woman I'd ever been with, but there was something about this, about him, that was incredibly erotic.

"Jimmy," I said, my voice low. "You're doing amazing.

Don't stop, Jimmy."

He hummed in response, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the tension building, my body coiling tight like a spring ready to release. I gripped the wall behind me, my knuckles turning white as I tried to hold on to what little control I had left.

Jimmy's hands worked in tandem with his mouth, stroking my shaft in time with his bobbing head. It was too much, too good. I couldn't hold out much longer.

"Jimmy, I'm close," I warned, my breath coming in short gasps.

"I'm gonna come if you don't stop."

He pulled back, my cock popping out of his mouth with a wet sound. He looked up at me, those wide blue eyes filled with a mix of determination and innocence. "I want you to come, Damian," he said, his voice steady. "I want to taste you."

I groaned, my head falling back against the wall. "Fuck, Jimmy. You're going to be the death of me."

He smiled, a wicked gleam in his eye, and took me back into his mouth. I couldn't hold back any longer.

The feel of Jimmy's mouth on me, the sound of his slurping, and the sight of him looking up at me with those wide eyes sent me spiraling over the edge. I threw my head back, a primal groan escaping my lips as my body tensed and my orgasm hit me like a freight train.

Jimmy swallowed every drop, his throat working as he took everything I had to give. I could feel my legs shaking, my body weakened by the intensity of my release. I let out a shuddering breath, my eyes fluttering closed as I tried to regain my composure.

Jimmy pulled back, his eyes watering slightly as he swallowed. He looked up at me, a small smile on his face.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he said, his voice slightly hoarse.

I chuckled, a low rumble in my chest. "No, Jimmy, that wasn't so bad at all. In fact, it was fucking incredible."

He beamed at the compliment, his cheeks flushing slightly. "I'm glad you think so," he said, wiping a stray droplet of saliva from the corner of his mouth.

I stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel from the counter.

Jimmy followed suit, his eyes still averted from my naked body. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of amusement at his attempt to maintain his distance, even after what had just happened.

“So, Jimmy, care to explain that little episode back there?” I asked, wrapping the towel around my waist.

He shrugged, his cheeks still flushed. “I just wanted to make sure you were clean, Damian. That’s all.”

“Clean, huh?” I raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. “Because that’s what you call it these days? Clean?”

Jimmy rolled his eyes, finally looking at me.

"I mean, yes, Damian. Clean. You said it yourself, you were dirty. And now you're not. Mission accomplished."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You're something else, Jimmy. You realize that, right?"

He shrugged, tying his towel around his waist. "I just do what needs to be done. Besides, it's not like we're strangers. We've been friends for years."

" True," I admitted, running a hand through my wet hair. "But that was... different."

Jimmy waved a hand dismissively. "It's no big deal, Damian.

We're just roommates, and I wanted to make sure my room was germ-free. That's all." Jimmy said, his eyes still averted from my naked body. He quickly grabbed his clothes and started drying himself off, his movements quick and precise.

I watched him, a mix of amusement and intrigue swirling in my mind. "If you say so, Jimmy. But I've gotta tell you, that was some very thorough cleaning."

He snorted, "and you like to go for runs in the morning right? I know your into fitness or whatever, we'll did you know that your dick and balls build up a lot more sweat then your entire body

It’s true, you need to clean them regularly to avoid infections and stuff."

I raised an eyebrow at his unexpected anatomy lesson. "You seem to know an awful lot about male anatomy, Jimmy."

He shrugged, his cheeks flushing slightly. "I just read a lot, Damian. It's not a big deal."

I smirked, "Uh-huh. Sure, Jimmy."

"But anyways to make sure you don't get any infections, I'm gonna suck your cock and vmballs clean after every run , alright?" Jimmy said matter-of-factly, his face suddenly serious.

I burst out laughing, shock and disbelief rippling through me. "You're joking, right? That was a one-time thing, Jimmy. A freak accident. It's not going to become a regular thing."

Jimmy's expression turned defensive. "It's not a freak accident, Damian. You're my roommate now, and I take my responsibilities seriously. I can't have you walking around with dirty balls and a smelly dick."

I shook my head, still chuckling. "Jimmy, you're something else.

I can't believe we're even having this conversation." I laughed, still trying to wrap my head around his matter-of-fact demeanor.

"Also saliva gets rid of more germs than water and soap

ever could, so it's a more effective way to clean," Jimmy added, as if that should settle the argument.

I leaned against the bathroom counter, still toweling off my hair, and shook my head. "Jimmy, I'm not going to argue with you about this right now. Let's just agree that today was a one-time thing, okay?"

Jimmy pursed his lips, looking slightly disappointed but ultimately nodded. "Fine, Damian. But mark my words, you're going to regret not letting me clean you every day. You'll end up with a ball infection, and then who will you call?"

I rolled my eyes but let the matter drop. We both dressed in silence, and I couldn't help but steal a few glances at Jimmy.

He was humming to himself as he meticulously folded his clothes and put them away in the drawer, his movements precise and methodical. I had to admit, there was something oddly soothing about it.

The next couple of mornings I went out for my daily runs, i was sweating and all I came back and Jimmy was waiting for me

in the living room, a stack of clean towels next to him.

"Morning, Damian. Ready for your daily cleanup?" he asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

I sighed, "Jimmy, I told you, today was a one-time thing.

I can shower on my own."

He shook his head, "No, no. I can't have you walking around with dirty balls and a smelly dick, Damian. It's not hygienic.

Now, come on, let's go."

I just ignored him and went to my room , closing the door behind me. I could hear him muttering to himself about how unhygienic I was, but I just didn't have the energy to argue with him again.

This went on for a few days. I'd come back from my runs, and Jimmy would be waiting for me, towels in hand, ready to "clean" me. I'd ignore him, and he'd sulk for a bit before finally giving up. I could tell he was frustrated, but I just couldn't bring myself to give in. It was just too weird.

One morning, however, my crotch was itching like crazy