We finally got all the shopping done. Even though Phil was a jock, he did have great taste. We picked out paints, d├ęcor, furniture, etc. All in all, it took about a month. I rented a big truck to haul all of our stuff to our apartment. That afternoon, we hugged my parents and were on our way to Berkeley! Phil drove for about three miles when I looked at him. His brown eyes glistened as the sun reflected off of them. His black hair shined as he drove.

"I love you," I proclaimed.

"I love you too?"

"I know this is coming from out of nowhere, but you look so beautiful right now."

"Who knew I'd be called beautiful? I remember hoping for handsome when I was younger, but beautiful..." He flipped his hair like he was Tyra Banks.

"No, I'm serious. You look so beautiful right now."

"Thank you? I'm sorry. I really don't know how to respond to a compliment like that," Phil admitted.

"You don't have to. Just take it."

"Okay." He returned his attention to the road, and I unbuckled my seat belt. I placed my hand I his knee. Phil looked at me questioningly. I slid my hand upward until it met his crotch. I groped it for minutes upon minutes until he couldn't take it anymore.


"What," I asked.

"My cock hurts."

"Well let's see what we can do about that." I unzipped his shorts and slid them down to his lower thighs. "Someone decided to go commando today."

"I was hoping something like this would happen." I took his length in my mouth. He started thrusting as he hit a pothole. His cock went all the way down my throat; I just went with it. When I contracted my throat muscles around his cock, he started to moan. I worshiped his cock for what seemed like forever.

"Oh baby. Don't stop. Don't stop," his breathing sped up. He moaned more and more. "I'm gonna cum!" Six giant spurts of cum shot to the back of my throat. He lifted me up and kissed me as we snowballed the cum back and forth. "Oh I taste good," he said after he swallowed his cum.

"I know," I exclaimed comically.

We traveled for hours until we finally got to our apartment complex. The landlord caught saw us arrive and ran out to catch us.

"Hi! I'm Buddy, your landlord. It's so nice to meet you! Before you head up to your apartment, I need to let you know a couple details. Let's head over to my office, and we can get everything straightened out!" He seemed WAY too perky, but we were just happy to be off the road. It didn't matter if Richard Simmons was having this meeting with us.

"Okay, first things first. You guys are college students, so your rent has been knocked down by fifty percent!"

"That's wonderful! They didn't tell us about that," Phil said to Buddy.

"They didn't tell you about a lot of things."

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"

"Oh it was nothing! Anyway, you also are newly married, is that right?"

"Yes. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all! Actually it takes off another twenty-five percent!"

"I've never heard of a newlywed special."

"It's something new we've started here. However, there was a small mishap with the computing system. So we had to upgrade you to a bigger apartment. Since it wasn't your choice to do so, we won't make you pay any more."

"That's great."

"But you'll have a roommate."

"Can you excuse Brett and I?"


I decided to speak first. "Before you say anything, I think this might be a good idea. By getting the apartment, we might end up losing part of the college experience. With a roommate, we might be able to salvage that."

"Why do I listen to you?"

"Because you love me!"

Buddy walked back in. "Have you guys decided yet?"

Phil looked at me and then back at Buddy, "Well..."

"Before you make your decision, I'm willing to knock off another twenty-five percent of your rent!"

"Okay. I guess we'll stay here then!"

"Great. I'll draw up the papers, and we'll get everything signed. Just wait here." Five minutes passed and he came back papers in hand. "So sign here...here...and here. You're all set. Do you need help getting your things up to your apartment?"

"No we're fine. Thank you very much!"

"No problem!"

We got all of our stuff up to our apartment and waited for our roommate to make it. We were watching TV when we heard, "Yeah, those fuckin' homos were all lookin' at my dick!" We also heard voices in affirmation. A key jiggled and the door swung open. Before us stood the frat-boy stereotype. Tank tops, shorts, flip-flops, crazy blonde hair, etc. He walked in and greeted us both.

"Hi, I'm Josh. I'm going to be your roommate. Sorry about my friends back there. They're really loud and obnoxious."

"It's fine. I'm Brett and this is Phil."

"Nice to meet you both. Had I known you guys were coming today, I wouldn't have chosen the biggest room!"

"It's fine. We already put our bed in one of the other rooms."

"Oh my gosh. I'm so sorry bros. My friends are just conceited and rude. I'm totally not like that. Live free is my motto-"

"Josh, stop worrying. You're fine."

"So what do you want to do with the third room?"

"We'll figure that out sometime, but it's nice to have a free room!"

"Sure is! Hey, it's Rush Week here, and I was hoping to go with some more mature people. Would you guys like to go?" Phil declined, but I decided to go. I'll get to know Josh a bit more and I might have some fun. Phil decided to go around town and see what things we could do.

"Great! I have to go out and get some things, but I'll be back and we can head out!"

As the door shut, Phil said, "I'm not sure I built the bed correctly. Could we try it out?"

"Sure. I'd hate to break it while 'sleeping'"

Phil lifted me off my feet and carried me to our room. He threw me on the bed and said, "Well, it looks like the bed is sturdy, but I'm not quite sure. We can do more." He shucked off my shorts and knelt between my legs. I felt something wet and spongy next on my hole. Phil began licking my hole voraciously. Next, he began tongue-fucking my asshole. I writhed on the bed.

"Oh fuck me! Fuck me already!"

He slid up to meet my face, and his lips met mine. We kissed for what seemed like days until he stood me up and placed me in front of a wall. I spread my legs and he place is cock next to my opening. He thrust into me and began fucking me slowly. I met his thrusts to get more of him in me.

"Fuck me! Harder!"

He complied.


He complied.

"Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

"Me too!" I came right before he did. Eight spurts of his hot cum splattered my insides. He exited my ass and got dressed. I forgot my shirt in the living room, so I headed back there. On the couch I saw Josh and one of his friends watching TV. I decided to save myself the embarrassment and just get a different shirt from my closet. I walked out and they gave me this knowing smile.

"How much did you guys hear?"

"We just got back," Josh replied.

"Everything starting from 'Oh fuck me already' to 'Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!'," laughed Josh's friend. "Hi I'm David." Oh David. He had bright green eyes and brunette hair that was swept over his forehead. He had a muscular torso and calf muscles to die for. In short, Phil is lucky I'm with him right now.

"I'm Brett. And the fuck machine back there is Phil."

"Nice to meet you Fuck Machine," David yelled down the hall.

"Nice to meet you to," Phil replied.

"Are you ready to go," Josh inquired.



Josh thought to himself, "I like Phil and Brett a lot. They seem like cool people. I know I'm not gay or anything, but I think they're going to be awesome roommates. If I were gay, I know my dad would pull me right out of Berkeley and put me in the most secluded monastery of a school ever. My dad and I have a good relationship, but he really does hate 'the fags!'. Just have to hope he doesn't find out I'm living with some."

We finally made it to one of the frats: Phi Omega Pi. They all had navy blazers and khaki slacks. All of them looked the same. They bragged about their high standards and collective GPAs. I just had one thought: FUCK THIS. I didn't want to be a part of this highfalutin frat, but I could see the look in David's eyes. They sparkled every time one of the guys talked to him. He was almost flirting with all of them. I heard one's supposed to do that at interviews. Subtly flirt with them and they you're a sure thing for the job. Dave and I met up after that that "party" let out. Brett found a guy from that frat and talked with him for a few minutes before catching up.

"Wasn't that just a load of fun," I said sarcastically.

"Hell yeah it was," Dave replied.

"I could tell you liked it. You were flirting with all of the guys there!"

"Shut up, Josh."

I joked a little more. "No it's fine! I don't judge. If that's what you like, I'm all for it!"

"Shut up, Josh!" He seemed angry with me. "I'm not gay. I was just being nice."

"Chill out, dude. I was just joking. I know you're not gay."

"Well it wasn't funny." We went around to all the frats and saw ones for athletes, musicians, douche-bags, lazy bums... But I could see Brett and Dave were both set on Phi Omega Pi. We headed back there, got more information, and headed back to our place.

At about 9:00pm, we decided to watch a movie. Halfway through, Phil and Brett decided to go to bed, but the said Dave could stay the night if he wanted. Dave and I kept watching the movie and drinking our beers when he put his hand on my thigh. I looked at him and he looked at me. I joked around and puckered my lips. That's when he kissed me.

Author's Note: The Brett and Phil story will continue, but we'll also see where things go with Josh and David. Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I should post more regularly now!




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