Background
My name is Jay. I'm 21 and starting post-grad university.
I was nervous, and excited, as I arrived for my first day. I'd got my application in late, so was one of the last people to get my success letter. My letter had outlined my accommodation for the first year. I'd been put into a shared house, with I think 5 more people.
Day 1
I knocked on the door. First I heard coughing. Then footsteps, at a relaxed pace. Opening the door was a grinning young surfer looking dude. Bedraggled, dirty blonde hair, and bare chested - sporting just a pair of garish coloured Bermuda shorts. He had a washboard stomach, and clearly worked out. He was cute too.
"You must be Jay" he said with a grin. I nodded. "Welcome to your new digs bro! I'm Sandy." He held out his hand for a fist bump, and I reciprocated. "Nice" he said, flashing another brilliant white grin, and beckoned me in.
"The others are out for the day, but come in and get settled. I followed him in as he guided me through the house. "This is the living room" he said, as we walked through a large, open plan, room. It was huge, and must have taken up most of the ground floor of the house. There were several large couches, some ez chairs, and a few coffee tables with minimal decor. The air was thick with hazy smoke.
Upstairs, he pushed open a door, "Here's your room bro!", and taking my bag from me, threw it onto the bed. "Now you can chill!".
Turning, he jogged back down the stairs, towards the large corner couch. Come one, he shouted over his shoulder. As he got to the couch, he leapt forward, turning in the air to land reclining on the large couch, facing me, grinning, and giving me two thumbs up. "Try it" he laughed, couch is super comfortable. "Fuck it" I thought to myself, and taking two steps, leapt and turned, landing perfectly next to Sandy "Nice", Sandy grinned.
"Hey bro, do you smoke?" he asked, and without waiting for answer, leaned over the end of the couch, and came back with a bong in his hand. "Sure" I said to him, "But I've not had any weed in a while, so go easy on me", I added with a laugh.
"Don't worry bro! I've got this down scientifically", he explained. "Start small, and build up". We can smoke a few bowls, get high, and you can decide if you enjoy the company in this house.
"Load me up then!" I said to him, and motioning me to watch, he pulled the coffee table closer, and opened a small wooden box. He was casually nodding his head whilst grinding some weed, and I suddenly tuned in to the reggae drifting from the large speakers. Packing the bowl, he took a large hit, and then exhaled a cloud of pungent smoke, filling the room. Beams of sunlight illuminated the swirling smoke in jets of light.
He sat for a few minutes, eyes closed, smiling and gently swaying. Then, moving across the sofa, he sat right next to me, our legs pressed together. Leaning in, he whispered conspiratorially "This is strong stuff ok, so just start small and see how you get on.", "Are you ready, space cadet?" he added, winking at me? Holding up 1 finger, I took a deep breath, and said "ready now". Sandy laughed, and offered me the bong and a lighter. I fired it up, and took a lungful of the cooled, fragrant smoke. Wow. I held it, and then slowly blew out a rolling cloud of smoke. "Nice, right?" Sandy said to me. I nodded, not wanting to speak just yet, before I exhaled. and added to the haze filling the room.
Now feeling completely relaxed, I let myself sink back into the cushioned couch. I looked up at the ceiling and let my mind wander. I felt light headed and pleasantly spaced out. I was still aware of my surroundings, but everything seemed to arrive at my senses through a gentle haze. Smiling to myself, I closed my eyes.
I don't know if it was the sub-bass from the reggae, the fact I'd not fucked for 2 weeks, or the weed. Or maybe all three. But blood was flowing to my cock, making me so fucking hard. I went to pick up my phone off the seat next to me, just as an excuse to brush my arm against my cock, as it strained inside my shorts. The sensation of my arm sliding over my bulge caused me to give a small, involuntarily, shiver of delight.
I was simultaneously wondering a) how the fuck was I so horny, and b) what the fuck I was going to do about it.
"Sure feels good, doesn't it?" came Sandy's voice through the haze. I looked down. The outline of my rigid cock was clearly visible in my tight shorts, and my hand was slowly stroking the bulge. Whoops. I could hear the grin in his voice as he watched me, without even looking up at his face "It sure looks like it feels good!" he added. I looked at his face anyway, and sure enough, he was grinning from ear to ear.
Glancing down, I saw he was also sporting a bulge in his shorts, and was doing nothing to hide it. Even sitting in such to make it obvious to anyone looking that he was sporting a thick semi in his Bermuda shorts. He caught me looking, did a mock shrug, but with a laugh, and then leaned in close, and said in a slower voice, "Feels even better if it's someone else's hand doing the stroking...". My horny brain took over before I could rationally think about it. I reached out and took his wrist, guiding his hand to my groin. I suddenly, desperately, wanted to feel his hand around my cock.
He Looked me in the eye whilst his right hand was gauging the outline of my cock, he nodded in approval as he traced my full length, then continued to stroke me, but now being more deliberate, tracing delicate patterns on my engorged cock, each stroke leaving little sparks of ecstatic joy in the air.
I shivered in delight at the increasing sensations as Sandy continued to massage me. Then, I felt that if I can feel this good, so should Sandy be able to. And with that thought front and centre in my mind, I reached towards his lap, then paused. Looking to him for acknowledgement. He caught my eye, then looked down at my hand, in stroking distance of his cock.
Him moving his hips to bring his bulge closer to me was all I needed, and eager to reciprocate, I gently gripped his cock through his shorts, feeling it tense beneath my fingers. He was hard as rock, and so thick!
I began to stroke his cock, circling my fingers around his glans, before wrapping my hand around his shaft and stroking slowly down, then up. I could feel his body respond to my touch. A smile first, then a gasp, and another, bigger, smile.
Sandy had paused his attentions of me when my hand found his cock, but now he was back to playing with me.
I could feel my breathing quicken. I closed my eyes to better enjoy the feelings. Then, eyes still closed, I gently tugged at the waistband of my shorts. It was enough for my cock to spring up, clearly visible to Sandy. I hoped.
I soon felt Sandy's skin against mine, as his hand reached into my boxers, and grasped my waiting cock. Fuck, it felt incredible to have his warm hands around my cock.
Tugging at his waistband with my other hand, I followed his lead, and sprung his cock from his shorts into my waiting hand. What a cock! It was a good 7" long, and deliciously thick. He was circumcised, like me, too. I traced his entire length, following the bulging veins like hidden paths, leading to more of his gorgeous cock. Then grasping him in my hand and starting to rhythmically stroke him.
We carried on like this for some time. I didn't think I could get any harder than I was right now, with Sandy's hand wrapped around my cock. Then I felt his hand withdraw as he brought it up my chest. "Lie down", he said in a low voice, "trust me", he added with a wink.
That wink sent me into a lying position faster than either of us expected, and he quickly shifted out of the way as my head landed where he was sat moments ago. As I lay there, the cushion below my head warm from his ass, his cock was gently bouncing, inches away from my face. He leaned over me, his cock tantalisingly close to my mouth. I couldn't stop myself; straining upwards, I opened my lips, and guided his cock into my mouth. Just the first few inches at first. He was smooth, and I could taste the salty pre-cum on his glans. He tensed as my lips wrapped around his shaft.
I eagerly licked and teased him, all the while he continued to lean over me before straddling my face, and getting in position to 69 with me. I felt his knees either side of my shoulders as he leaned over me, his cock still nestled in my warm, wet mouth, he brought his mouth to my cock. I felt his hot breath first of all, then his fingers as they stroked my cock, and then his mouth, soft and smooth and wet, all around my member. Fuck. It felt so good, both feeling his mouth around me, and knowing that I had his thick cock in my mouth.
Looking up, I could see his balls over head, with his ass above, moving up and down as I guided him back and forth into my mouth. I could see his puckered butthole too. Taking my right hand, I brought it to my mouth and inserted it alongside Sandy's cock. I got my finger good and wet with saliva and more salty precum. Then I took my finger, and pressed gently against his asshole, circling around it.
He responded instantly, pushing back to meet my finger, urging me inside him. I braced my arm a little, and with that extra resistance, my finger eased into his ass. He let out a low, long gasp, then held himself in that position. His cock in my mouth and my finger in his ass. Then he began to move back and forth, fucking my finger over and over. I bought my second finger up via my mouth, and it soon joined it's partner, deep in Sandy's asshole.
Meanwhile, Sandy knew just what he was doing; keeping me on the brink of orgasm. I couldn't believe how amazing his mouth felt around me; his tongue was nearly electric.
He began to buck his hips. I felt his cock go - somehow - even more rigid, his asshole clench around my fingers. I knew was was coming. Or rather who was cumming. "Oh fuck yes" I heard Sandy whisper, as his cock twitched, and hot cum spurted into my mouth. Then another spurt, and another. it's hot, saltiness, filled my mouth. I swallowed quickly, savouring his taste, at the same time, what must have been a moistened finger, pressing gently, but firmly against my asshole. Oh fuck, it feels so good. I push back, and his finger slides into my ass. I cum instantly, and Sandy nearly gags but manages to swallow. I feel my cock pulsing and he sucks me off as I continue to unload into his waiting mouth.
I feel his cock softening in my mouth, and mine in his. He just lays on me for a moment, his cock draped along my face, with mine squished under his face.
After a few minutes, he climbs off, giving my cock one last suck and we both return to our seated position on the couch. "I think we're going to get along like a house on fire", Sandy said to me. I nodded and smiled back, "I look forward to more fun afternoons like this". I meant it sincerly.
"The others are going to love you too", he added grinning. "Others?" I queried. "Oh, the other housemates", he replied. "Their cocks are just as much fun as mine to play with" he continued. "Like I said, they'll love you".
To be continued. With more housemates.
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