For my third year I had to go on a placement at a firm of lawyers. With accommodation so expensive in London, I thought I'd broaden my horizons by moving to Manchester. My aim has always been to work in the top end of the market, rather than house sales and cheap divorces. I did a lot of research, and found a position at Levi and Jones, whose offices occupied a floor of an office block in the city. More work on the laptop, and I found a house share, with the other five occupants, three boys and two girls, students at Manchester uni. I bade farewell to my family and travelled up on the early train. At the house, I was shown to the attic room, quite cramped, but cheap and perfectly adequate.
I unpacked and put a few bits and bobs around to make it more homely. It had been a very early start and a long journey, so I lay on the bed and drifted off. It was late afternoon when I woke, with a raging hard on, the first time I hadn't had a morning wank in years. I lay there in the stillness gently stroking myself and playing with the precum oozing from my piss slit. By putting a pillow under my hips, my left hand found my hole. I licked two fingers and began to finger fuck myself. Thoughts of the orgy swirled around my head as I beat faster, working myself steadily towards orgasm. When it broke, waves of pleasure crashed over me as pools formed on my body and ran off onto the sheet. I licked my hand clean and lay there, letting the heart rate drop to normal. I slipped some boxers on and went downstairs for a shower. On my way back up, I bumped into one of my house mates, Ryan, who clearly gave me the once over. I aplogised for my near nudity, but he flashed a smile and complimented me on my physique. It soon became apparent that near nudity was the norm and no one batted an eyelid, almost like being at home. 'One for the back burner' I thought.
Dressed, I walked to the corner shop and bought some essentials, then to the chippy for dinner, and spent the evening settling in, watching Netflix on my laptop. The next morning I presented myself to the law firm, six lawyers and two secretaries. The boss, Mr. Levi, was a bald headed Jewish man in his late 50s, quite blunt. We discussed my position and suggested I spend a couple of months with each partner, unless something exceptional turned up. My first two months would be spent with Mr. Jones, the other partner. He was younger and more pleasant. He ordered coffee in and went through some of the current cases. It was going to be a breeze.
Being a Monday evening, I saw little point in going to the world famous Canal Street and gay quarter, so I went to the nearest pub. The Mancunians are a friendly bunch, and I soon found myself shooting pool, and checking out the tight jeans as they bent over the table. The week flew by, I even enjoyed cooking.
Friday night, I decided to go out on the town. I'm happy in my own company, but if something comes along.......... The bars were quiet to start with, and I kept to Coke, not wanting to get pissed too early. By 10.30, it was getting livelier, guys jostling in the crowded bars, bums being pinched, loud music playing, creating a fantastic, hedonistic vibe. Some lads were smooching on the tiny dancefloor, hot , sexy men everywhere. By midnight, I was in a little club. Guys had taken their tops off and tucked them into their jeans. As I circled around, hands groped me, giving me a boner. Some men had their cocks out, either jerking, or being tossed. Someone grabbed my head and drew me into a beery kiss, pawing at my crotch. I responded, fishing his dick out. "Come on", he shouted over the mayhem, and hauled me off to the toilets. I'm not really one for sordid sex, but was too horny and past caring. We went into a closet, he kissed me, then knelt to fellate me. Standing up again, he dropped his jeans and briefs, and leaned over the toilet. I spat on his hole and dripped saliva onto myself and pushed in. "Yes! Fuck me hard!" So I gave it to him, banging hard while he tossed himself into the toilet bowl. I pulled out in time to splatter over his cheeks. Flushed, we tidied ourselves up and went back to the bar. He disappeared into the night, but I was cross with myself for cumming so soon. I bought another beer and surveyed the guys. One, in particular , caught my eye, a blond, about 6'2". He also seemed to be alone. I made my way to him, and with little conversation, we were snogging. He was only wearing short shorts, and his dick felt enormous through the material. We made our way to the toilets. I sat on the bog and peeled his shorts down, he had no underwear. A big uncut cock, with shaved balls stared me in the face. He put his hands behind my head and guided me onto his weapon. I cradled his balls and bobbed up and down. When I had chance, I said I wanted to be fucked. I took up the same position as my previous encounter had, pulled my cheeks apart, and invited him in. He gripped me and began humping. "It's okay, I'm on PrEP." "Great", he replied, and pumped harder. I got a hard on, even though it was barely half an hour since I came. He said he was getting close, so I fist bumped for all I was worth, and shot another load as I was bred. It was time for me to go home. Manchester was going to be great for me.
