Throughout the summer, I had to look for new digs, not particularly wanting to go back to the Johnstone's, as I felt restricted, not much different to living at home. On the college website there was a list of properties to rent as a house share. I wanted one close to town, and found one that already had five students, looking for a sixth, preferably gay. I immediately applied, and luckily was accepted by the housemates, all gay. It was a large, detached house, near a supermarket and not far from town, with a reasonable rent. There were three spacious bedrooms, a lounge and a dining room that had been converted to a study for us.
I was to room with a handsome guy called Stuart, Stu. We hit it off from the start. He was not particularly tall, but very muscular. He worked out doing cardio in the nude every night, while I watched and wanked. We were quite happy to watch each other masturbate, but what was impressive was the sheer load he produced, and how far he could fire it. Stood up, eight jets five or six feet across the room. It wasn't before I had the chance to sample it first hand. He finished his exercise one evening, and came over to me and shoved his dick in my face. I held the base and swallowed what I could of the fat, 7". He held my head and face fucked me until he unleashed gallons of hot cream down my throat and spilling out over my chin. Then he kissed me, tasting his own semen, before sliding in alongside of me. We kissed and cuddled, and before long, we were rock hard again. I shuffled down the bed and gave him head. Moving round, he reciprocated. "Please, I need you to fuck me." He mounted me and carried on kissing. Having only recently cum, he could fuck for ages, changing position every few minutes, or getting me to suck him. We wound up doing it doggy and when he bred me. I could feel the pulses firing into me. Having pulled out, he turned me over and sucked me off. He wanted us to share the bed, but that would mean missing out on his masturbating prowess, so I was happier to watch the floor show and have him fuck me sometimes.
Word got around to the other housemates that I was strictly a bottom, Over the weeks, they all had me, usually in a one to one situation. When I got lucky, we would have a threesome, though none of the others had the same powers as Stu.
It was a lovely sunny weekend, so we decided to have a barbecue in the secluded back garden. We were all naked, except for trainers. Burgers, sausages and chicken, washed down with beer and cider. We put a big blanket down on the lawn. As the alcohol took effect, the boys became randy, telling anecdotes of their sexual conquests. This went on to fantasies and desires. It all became very hot and we had erections. Stu then announced that we'd been shagging regularly, and he was happy to do it now, if I was game. I was in too deep and couldn't back out. In front of the others, we made out, then he put on a performance that any porn star would be proud of, taking me in every conceivable way, while the others cheered encouragement. After 20 minutes, he pulled out and covered my face and body with rivers of semen. I deliberately didn't touch myself, hoping I would get the rest of them. I lay on my back and opened my legs. The next one mounted me, while two others held my legs aloft. After a bit, they swapped round. The four of them shagging me for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually, I was bred four time in quick succession. By this time, Stu was ready to go again. I got on my elbows and knees, and he filled my cum soaked hole, pumping for ages before adding his load to the mix. I was finally allowed to relieve myself, and shot almost as much as Stu.
We tidied up and went back indoors, sitting round the lounge, drinking more beer. After a while, we had a game of confessions. It worked its way round the room, telling of past boyfriends, circle jerks, or shower room shags. When it got to my turn, I didn't know where to start, so I told them about Jock's party and my visit to the sauna, and being fucked in the sling. That was it. My story telling had made them randy again. I was put on my back on the dining table, and for the next half hour had different cocks servicing me, either in my mouth or ass. By 10.30, they'd all filled me twice, and Stu three times. I'd shot twice myself. Shattered, I headed for a shower and bed. Stu crawled in beside me, gave me a kiss, and thanked me for being such a great bottom.
Sunday morning, and I came down to find a blanket had been put in the middle of the floor. They wanted to do it all again, only sober, and film it. Out numbered, there was nothing to do but lie on the blanket. Each one wanted to take me in a different way, doggy, missionary, on my side, etc. , but none of them came. Eventually, they all stood over me and gave me a bukkake. Stu went last, standing well back and firing from five feet away. He then jerked me off.
That evening, the film had been uploaded to a laptop. The bukkake was very impressive, especially Stu's final shot. I knew it would happen again sometime, but right then, my bum couldn't take any more.
