Housewarming
So much had happened since we got back to K after the holidays but we didn't have a lot of time to give it much thought. The fucking round of classes and papers and reading...it just never ended. On top of it were all the ways people in our residence reacted to the fact that there was one bed in our room, where before there were two. I mean, come on. How hard is it to figure out?
The really straight dudes pretended they didn't notice and didn't mention anything. Idiots. And some of the women seemed to think we were now best friends or some shit like that. The reasonable people – who were our friends – asked the right questions and respected the answers. Like Sergio, who said he wasn't surprised. But he's James' roommate so had probably been getting a play-by-play from him.
But our old room started to feel like our new room and we could fuck to our heart's content without feeling weird about it. Or at least I could. We tried to keep it down, but you know...sometimes when Mark was ploughing my ass, I just had to make some noise. Is that so wrong?
Some time after the Easter break I was sitting in the cafeteria eating my lunch when Sergio came by and sat down. We didn't have the kind of friendship where that happened a lot outside of group things, so it was nice to hang with him on his own. I gave him a big grin. “Hey Sergio...what's goin' on?”
“Not too much. But I just heard about an apartment that I though...” and he gave me a look that seemed way complicated, “you and Mark might want to check out.”
I looked at him a second trying to figure out why he thought of us. So I asked, “Why are you coming to me?”
“Well fuck, dude. It makes sense. You two can't be that comfortable living as a couple in that little room and...you know...fucking, and all that. I just thought you guys would like more room to...manoeuvre. Be more comfortable?”
I was touched, truth to tell. “Oh, so we would have more places to get it on than just those stupid beds?” Then I figured it out. “Not make so much noise...?”
“Something like that.” But I could tell I was right.
“So which of the really straight dudes has had issues with hearing us fuck?”
Now he looked embarrassed, the poor guy. “Uh, just Kevin...next door to you?” Kevin. Fucking Kevin. He doesn't deserve more than a sentence or two. Sergio swallowed, and looked even more uncomfortable. “He's been bitching, and has even said he's thinking about going to Campus Services about it. So when this apartment came up, I thought you guys maybe should take it and save yourself the grief. He's an asshole, but he's popular.”
I had to admit that this made sense. I didn't want any crap over this. And besides, Mark and I had been talking about it anyway, because he had been feeling increasingly uncomfortable about us having sex in what felt to him like public. I told him a little part of me totally got off on it, but I respected where he was coming from.
I said to Sergio, “Yeah, I get it. We've been thinking the same kind of things, so maybe we should.”
He gave me the details and we went to see it the next day. Really sweet place and we both agreed to take it. So that was that. We got back to our room after seeing the place and were lying in bed – naked, of course – talking about it. Well, not before I had his cock in my mouth for a while. I like it when he's sweaty and his cum seems to taste even better that way. Anyway...I realized I wanted to make things clear. “So, like, Mark...since we're going to have our own place...can you, like, afford it?” I felt really stupid. Privilege does that: Owen and I had more money than brains.
He looked at me and I could tell he was annoyed, and totally aware of me squirming. “Relax, Sam. My scholarships are good until the end of the summer, so in the fall, assuming they're renewed, and if I get a part-time job, I'll have more than enough to cover the rent. Don't sweat it.”
I was relieved and I felt stupid for feeling that, too.
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James and my brother were the last to leave the day we moved in. We had a few people to help: Sergio, Danny, Melissa. You might meet them some day. It was awesome to have them all there to share some bubbly and a joint or two. But with James and Owen, I was glad to see they seemed to have worked something out and they were acting like teenagers: they couldn't keep their hands off each other. It was fuckin' cute. James says they have threeways regularly which I guess was part of their agreement. I realized a little part of me was kinda stoked by the idea. I mean...we had done it with my brother, which was not really the same. No way. Not the same at all. But sometimes I wondered if Mark would be into a third cock in the room. Every once in a while, anyway. But Owen and James seemed to have made it a way of life or something.
Our boys were the last to leave – I think they had a date – and the place was suddenly just ours. We lay on our sofa (rescued from the Parents' basement) and looked around. Mark said, “Should we get a cat? Some plants? New towels?”
I laughed into his shoulder where my head was resting. “Mark, my man, let's just see what we feel like as we go along.”
Speaking of feeling, I suddenly realized I could feel Mark's cock through his track pants. I mean with track pants how can you not? They are, in my mind, the hottest piece of clothing a guy can wear. And it's not like I haven't noticed other guys, now that I had admitted I was into guys. Lots of swinging equipment in loose fabric. You just want to get your knees, right? But Mark's dick was waking up and I could feel the heat of it through the fabric. I turned my head and ran my mouth over the bulge. He laughed and said, “Yeah. About that. Not sure where it came from, but...”
“So let's have some fun.” I got on my stomach and ran my tongue over the thin fabric, watching his cock grow, the fabric start to tent out until there was nothing but cock. I lifted the waist up and over, releasing him. Then I had an idea, as I took a few sucks on the end. “Hey Mark...let's fuck all over the place...I mean, I want to fuck you in every room, against every wall...wherever. What say you?”
He pushed my head down on his cock and jacked his hips up a few times. “Sounds amazing. Where do we start?”
I got up, and said, “Over here.” I walked over to the outside door and leaned against it. I pulled my gym shorts down to my things and started to pump my dick really slowly. He loves it when I do that. He got on his knees and took a big, wet lick from my balls to the head and he knows I love it when he does that. He started to kiss the end and jack me slowly, then I put my hands on his head and angled my way into his mouth, returned the favour of fucking his face for a minute. I liked the idea that the hallway was right behind us, and our neighbours – right across the little hall – were right there. I'm kind of into the idea of people watching us or hearing, have you noticed? Some day I'll have to see if Mark is into it. He spat me out and got underneath me and licked his way to my ass, and I could feel his tongue exploring and probing. But I didn't want this to go so fast. I stepped away and said, “Where to now?”
He looked at me and his face was wet and I had to kiss him, so I got down on the floor and wrapped my arms around him, probing his mouth with my tongue. He pushed me back. “The hallway...” And he got up and shucked his clothes. He is so fucking hot when he does that. I wish you could see him. No really, I do. It would be even hotter. Anyway...he stood in the hall, his dick sticking straight out and dripping. He was always dripping. I went over on my knees and said, “Fuck my face, Mark.”
He was learning my little kinks and this was one of them. He grabbed my head and did the other thing I liked: he rubbed his cock all over my face, smeared his juice on my nose, my cheeks and fed me his balls before grabbing the back of my head and jamming his cock in as deep as it would go. Remember my New Years “present”? Well that fuckin' changed the game for me. I had no idea how much I liked sucking dick until that night.
Holding my head still, he thrust a bunch times into my throat and I had learning not to gag, or spit. I could just take him. I was kinda proud of it. Because Mark has a good-sized instrument.
He pulled out of me, and his cock was dripping, and red. I realized how close he had come. “We need to watch out or one of us going to have a mouthful way too soon.”
He chuckled and ruffled my hair. “As if that's such a bad thing.”
I had to agree. Then I thought: where now? Right. “How about the kitchen. On the table?
I didn't wait for an answer and walked in, clearing a few plates and glasses. It was my turn. “Get on the table...on your back with your ass right here...” I pointed to the end. He smiled and got up, and lifted his legs. Feeling evil, I pulled some vegetable oil out of the cupboard and poured it on my hand and fingered my way into him. Oil is messy but really fuckin' fun. I slicked up my cock and I slid right into him: smooth and tight and warm. I love fucking Mark and he loves to be fucked. How good is that?
I pounded him really fast and the table whacked against the wall. I hoped our neighbours were listening. Who were our neighbours? We hadn't met them yet. Maybe a middle aged couple with a Basset Hound. Oh well.
I fucked him pretty hard and then slowed it down, leaning in for some more tongue, some more love. Yeah, that whole love thing. I still hadn't said it. Is that bad? He didn't seem to be waiting. But I think I'm almost ready. Spoilers.
I slid out of him and got on my knees and licked his ass for a while. “Your turn.”
He laughed and sat up on the table, gripping his cock near the end, the head sticking out of his fist. I had to lean down and suck him a few times, didn't I? “How about...the study?”
The 'study' is a fucking euphemism. It's a little room where he have two desks with not much room for anything else. But it had possibilities. I took his hand and we went the few steps down the hall. I leaned against his desk – it seemed appropriate. I turned and said, “Fuck me this way.”
Over the months, Mark has become a total top. I mean I knew he liked it, and despite what I said way back when it felt like we were co-fucking, he really likes to take charge. And I like nothing more than...and he slid that cock of his right in, no getting me ready. That's how I like it. He gripped my hips and his whole fucking body whacked into me and the desk and we made a hell of a racket. I really hoped the neighbours were at a party or something. The movies. Anything.
He put an arms up to my head and pushed it down as he drove into me, taking me right there...but I was afraid I would cum too soon, so I pushed him back. “Break time.” I leaned into the desk, catching my breath. I looked at my cock which was drooling like crazy. I scooped it up on my hand and fed it to him. He also likes that. Surprised?
But I think both of us were getting tired of the interruptions. He took me by the hand and went into our new bedroom, with the queen-sized bed – a gift from the Parents – and he threw me down on my back. He got up and pulled my legs over his shoulders and leaned forward. It was a new thing for us because...well, you'll see.
He rubbed his dripping cock on my hole and then pushed, and he pushed his cock in and pushed me backward even more so that my legs were almost over my head and my dick was pointing down to my face. Do you get it yet?
He started to fuck me from above, the light friction of his cock inside me was sending electric shocks through me and his sweat dripped in my face. I felt the whole length of him as he pushed me down into the bed, my hips bouncing and my cock started to drool in long shiny drops that hit my lips, and my chin. Wild.
I reached up for my cock, waiting for him, waiting for this thing we could do together, this thing that seemed to be the fucking apotheosis of our relationships and then I remembered. I reached up for his ass, running my hands over its smooth, warm surface. I love his ass. And then I looked back into his eyes and said, “Mark?”
He was having trouble speaking, but he managed to say, “Yeah, Sam.”
“I fuckin' love you. I've been waiting for the moment that felt right and this is it. I fuckin' love you.”
His eyes never left mine and a little smile appeared on his face, but he kept fucking me and I didn't want him to stop. I never wanted him to stop. I started to move my hand – awkwardly – on my dick, which was still drooling. I caught some in my mouth and I had to moan. Like who could not? I also realized I was crying a bit. This was so much more than whatever I had had with Mandy, however amazing she probably still is. This was Mark. He is in a fuckin' league of his own. He's a different order of being, for fuck's sake and then I came...my cock just turned on and started to pour in big syrupy gushes and I opened my mouth. See? That's what this position is good for.
Mark laughed and fucked me faster, but he still kept his eyes on me, and fucked me a little faster and I knew he was there because even he has to close his eyes, and he did and I could feel a tremor in his body and he gave me three – or four? - really deep thrusts, and I had to work to keep my hips in the air, my cum still distracting me by dripping in my face, but then I could feel him calm down.
He moved backwards and took me with him, and gently my hips met the bed, his dick still slipping around inside me, bathing in his cum. He sank down onto me, my thighs stretching sideways by the weight of his body and his face was very close to me. It was the same distance as that day when he first brought himself to me in the way that was the same, but so fucking different. Our noses almost touched, our eyes were locked on each other. I felt his breath on my cheeks, I felt the heat of his body, the amazing smell of his body and I was crying again. The tears just kept coming now and he kissed them and licked them and brought them to my mouth in some Mark-like ritual.
We didn't move for what seemed like forever. Then he said, real quiet, “I know.”
--
We had a kick-ass party. How else do you celebrate a new place and – in our minds – totally cementing an awesome relationship? It was a couple of weeks after we moved in and our place was full. Like what? Fifty people? I lost track. We cleared it with the neighbours: across the hall who were this really sweet straight couple and below us, this older dude who was rarely in town.
I love the energy of a bunch of people mingling and moving and interacting. I like to watch who clicks with who and who doesn't. Which friend group morphs into another one and back again. At on point I walked into the kitchen for more wine, and there was this guy leaning against the sink, talking to Sergio. I didn't give it a thought and poured my wine, and then I looked at him again and he was totally checking me out. I was starting to get into the way guys do that. Unafraid and really direct. I really liked it. But beyond that I did think much of it.
I circulated some more and found my Mark in the living room, surrounded by some girls we knew from the residence who were totally getting off on our new place. I sat down on the sofa beside him and put my arm around him, all cool and loving, giving his neck a squeeze. He looked at me with his grin, and I knew he was remembering me fucking him over this very sofa just a few hours previous. I grinned back, getting hard again. We were like children, for fuck's sake.
Anyway, I looked up, scanning the room and there was the same guy again, talking to some people I barely knew. He was tall and slim with dark hair and really brown eyes. He was wearing this awesome turtleneck, a really old-school thing you might see in a New Wave film from the late '50's. He was totally hot. And he caught me checking him out. I turned to Mark and was a bit startled to realize he was looking at the guy, too.
He leaned his head closer to me and said, “Who's that guy?”
“No clue. He was talking to Sergio, so maybe he came with him.”
“Right...” We went back to our conversation.
We were deep in a debate with James in the kitchen about some actor who had come out and how, according to James, they were being seen as some gay poster child and how they could never be expected to represent the experience of...yadda fucking yadda. I was sitting on the kitchen table and Mark was tucked in between my legs, and my hands were on his shoulders, which felt really good.
I was just going to give James a philosophical disquisition on why he was wrong, when Mr Turtleneck came and stood in front of us. I realized he was staring at us in a familiar kind of way. Like the way Mark and I stare at each other. It was kind of a trip.
Mark, who seemed to clock this as well, said, “Hey...I'm Mark. This is Sam.” I stuck my hand out. His was warm and strong and he held mine a little longer than I would have expected.
“Goran, very nice to meet you. You two are our hosts?”
So formal, this Goran, and his eyes were so dark. Mark said, “We are. We just moved in.”
Goran smiled, his gaze moving to Mark. I said, “Who do you know that we do?”
“I'm a friend of Sergio.”
Does this guy ever blink? “Cool. You a student here?”
He moved a little closer and leaned against the fridge beside us. I could smell his cologne. I felt Mark fidget between my legs and he stood up straighter. Goran said, “Yes...Music.”
Mark piped up and said “Let me guess...piano?”
Goran looked surprised but he didn't know my Mark who seemed to be able to look inside people. He certainly looked inside me. “Is it so obvious?”
Laughing, Mark said, “Oh, I don't know. It is to me. You just look like someone who plays the piano.”
I could tell Goran was thinking how to respond. He took a sip of the wine in his hand and looked at us over the glass. He looked at me, and I could tell I was being assessed. He said, “What about you?”
“Philosophy. I know, I don't look like the type...”
He laughed, and Mark laughed. Goran asked, “And what type is that?”
I played along, “You know...the intense, tortured guy arguing about meaning and smoking too much...”
Goran gave me a big smile. “You're right. You are not that guy. You're too cute.”
Mark gave me a big grin and put his hand on my shoulder. “He's right, you are.”
That felt nice. I like attention, get over it. Just then, Sergio came up to us and said, “Hey, I'm glad you met Goran...” then he turned to Goran and said, “Come over and meet Julia, who I was telling you about?” Goran gave us an almost apologetic smile and went off with Sergio.
Mark turned to me. “What a cool guy...he's so intense.”
“Really intense.” We looked at each other, and Mark was smiling a little smile and I could tell I was, too. We were both in lust for Goran.
We didn't see him again for a while, since we got caught up in a group debate about tuition fees and school politics. I glimpsed Goran going to our little balcony with Sergio to smoke and I almost joined them, wanting to re-ignite the THC blaze I started a while ago. But I had to make a point about the place of education in a civil society...where was this coming from?
Some time after one, I was sitting on the sofa and Mark who was lying with his head in my lap – one of our favourite chill-out positions – when Goran came and sat down in front of us, crossing his legs and taking a big gulp of wine. “You have a great place.”
He sounded so serious. “Yeah, thanks. We really like it. It's amazing to get out of residence.”
He laughed and the seriousness was gone. Now he seemed playful. “Like being set free...you can fuck wherever you want, I guess?”
Now that was a side I wasn't expecting. I could feel Mark laughing and he turned to Goran. “We had to be so quiet in residence, which made it hard to really get into it.”
I was kind of amazed Mark was being so candid. I ran my hand through his hair, wishing I could fuck him right there on the sofa. In front of Goran. Wow. That would be hot.
Goran had just reached forward and put his hand on Mark's thigh, I mean way up on his thigh, when Sergio stumbled up to us and said. “Hey dude. We're going...you want to share a cab?” I could tell Sergio was a teensy bit drunk. You know, like his eyes were half-closed and he was swaying ever so slightly?
Goran looked up at him affectionately and said, “Sure. I'll be there in a second.” He pulled his hand away – more like stroked Mark's leg while pulling his hand away, and dug in his pocket for his phone, which he handed to Mark. “Give me a call. It would be nice to hang out with you two some time.” Like a spotlight, his smile just illuminated the moment. There was nothing to misconstrue. I was impressed.
After Goran took his phone back and followed Sergio out, Mark looked up at me. “What an interesting dude. Did you notice the nice stroke he gave me?”
“He basically asked us out, Mark. He wants to get into our pants.”
“Hmm.”
We didn't say much about it and spent the next hour saying goodbye to people and then, when the place was ours again, we slid into the usual knot of he and I on our bed, naked, and got dozy. Part of me wanted to fuck him so bad, but my body was telling me to go to sleep. There was plenty of time for that. Mark, who was behind me was slowly sliding his cock against my ass, kissing my neck. I could tell he was just doing it because it felt nice, not to actually fuck me.
He licked my ear. “So this Goran dude. What should we do with him?”
“Whatever we want, I guess.” I was suddenly interested and more awake.
“I think it would be really fucking amazing. I mean...if you thought so.”
Now why had a wondered if he would think it was a good idea? This is Mark after all. I pushed my ass into his cock, turning my hips in little circles. “You think we should fuck him?”
“Yeah, I do. I mean...I want to see you fucked by him, I want you to see me fucked by him...the possibilities are endless.”
Now we were talking. He slid over top of me and got his face down to my cock, putting one hand on it with a little stroke. His touch on my cock always sends me and I had to groan, and even more when his tongue got to work, bathing the end of my prick, using suction to take in my precum that was already flowing. He seemed eager and hungry and I could tell he was fucking the bed. I was so tired, but I managed in a few minutes to grab his head and push him down on me as I filled his mouth. He pulled himself up to my face and – in a new trick of his – kissed me really hard and gave me my cum. He's a dirty boy – in a clean way – but a really dirty boy, right?
I pulled my mouth away and a line of cum connected us for a moment. I said, “So let's give him a call.”
He just grinned at me and licked the cum off my lips. Nice.
