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A/N -- Hello. Had a couple of comments for the first chapter suggesting people did like it. This chapter does move things on but, as I said at the beginning of the first chapter, I'm not having all the characters leaping into having sex.
However, I do have quite a few chapters written, and it certainly picks up a lot of steam rather quickly. Hope you enjoy!
Comments and feedback appreciated as always.
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Steven woke up slowly, experiencing a few new and strange sensations. The first was the arm wrapped tightly around him. The second was feeling something hard pressing into his upper back. The third was feeling something even harder pressing against him far below. As he woke up further, images of what he'd done the previous night flooded his mind, and he felt the smile forming immediately.
Shuffling back against Tom behind him, figuring it would wake him up, he knew he was awake when the arm around him gave him a gentle squeeze, a stubbled cheek against his own as lips found their way down to his lips as he turned his head. "Morning," Tom stated softly. He couldn't find his voice, making do with a smile. It was the first time he'd ever slept with a man in the same bed and... It had been all he'd hoped for. "You okay?"
"Yeah," he replied quietly.
"How do you feel about last night?"
He felt the smile on his face spread across his face. "Best night of my life... I thought my night with Suzy was great. It was in a way, but..."
"I'm glad I managed to make myself comparable."
Turning around, Tom was probably caught by surprise when he kissed him, though the larger man kissed him back immediately. As their tongues played, he ran his fingers up and down the broad chest of his lover before moving down to that thick cock he'd stroked to orgasm the night before. Wrapping his fingers around the shaft, he gently squeezed and stroked it, earning a delighted growl from Tom into his mouth.
"I won't say no if you want to make me cum again, cutie," Tom whispered, "Nothing better than an orgasm before breakfast."
"Can we do it a little differently this morning?"
"However you want to, Stevie, particularly if your objective is to make me cum."
Sliding off the bed and sitting on his knees, it didn't take Tom long to figure out what he wanted. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he grabbed the bottle of lube, looking up into his eyes. "I'd use my mouth, but..."
"Stevie, do what you're comfortable doing for now. Okay?" He felt his cheek stroked as he looked up into the blue eyes of the broader man, "If you want to suck my cock later, I'd love it. For now, if you're comfortable with just your hands, trust me, no complaints. Your soft hands are delightful."
After applied a liberal amount of lube, he leaned up to kiss Tom as he started to stroke his cock. His own cock was hard but he wasn't worried about it for now. He wanted to make his new lover cum, and he figured he'd have to get used to taking care of their needs. He already knew he wanted Tom to take his second virginity. The idea of taking such a thick, long cock in his arse was a little frightening, but he knew Tom would ensure it was as pleasurable as he'd find sliding his cock inside him.
Tom was obviously turned on as he was soon moving his hips in time with his strokes. Eventually breaking the kiss, he sat down and started to pump his cock with both hands, stroking and using a circular motion, focusing on what he knew were the sensitive areas of his cock. When he noticed pre-cum starting to appear, he leaned down and used his tongue to lick the head of his cock.
"Yes," Tom hissed.
Leaning back slightly, he gazed up into Tom's eyes as the larger man stroked his hair, their lips meeting again, that next kiss hot and heavy immediately, a sign that Tom was turned on and wanted to cum. One thing Steven had never done with his best friend was dirty talk. He'd tried once and it hadn't gone down well.
"Do you like my hands on your cock?" he asked, immediately feeling silly.
Tom caressed his cheek and kissed him again. "I love them, cutie, but I can't wait to feel your lips around my cock soon."
"Yeah. How much?"
"Fuck, the thoughts in my mind already, Stevie. And I know I'm not the only one. You have eight men in this house who want to see you on your knees like this, your lips around our cock, playing with our balls, desperate and begging to swallow our cum."
"I'd love to swallow your cum, Tom," he whispered, feeling himself blush again, "Can you... Can you cum on my face now?"
"I'd love to. Want me to take over?"
Nodding eagerly, he sat back on his knees as Tom stood up, stroking his thick cock. It was thick, veiny, the sort he'd seen in plenty of gay porn films. The head seemed to be enormous when looking at it from underneath it. Tom was just an Adonis in many ways. He couldn't help gaze up at him, knowing he was smiling. He'd loved Suzy like a best friend. He'd never felt this surge of feelings before, though had to keep telling himself istanbul travesti not to fall in love with anyone. He was in the house to do a job... Well, sort of...
"I'm so fucking close, cutie," Tom moaned.
Steven closed his eyes, hearing Tom jerk his cock until he groaned, unable to stop the almost girlish giggle that escaped him as he felt that first rope of cum land on his face. Two, three, four, five more landed on his face, probably coating him in thick, white cum. Tom groaned the entire time, before he felt the head of his cock at his lips. He opened his mouth and accepted the head, using his tongue to clean it.
"That's it, baby," Tom murmured, "Just clean the head. That's all. Fuck, you look so hot with my cum on your face. I need to take a photo, just for me. Is that okay?" Nodding eagerly, he waited until hearing the click, then used his finger to slowly clear his face. Sucking on his finger each time, Tom would then kiss him softly, until his face felt clear. Opening his eyes, Tom kissed him again before telling him to wait. He returned within a minute with a warm, wet cloth, closing his eyes again as Tom wiped down his face.
"Thank you," he said.
"Love a young man eager to take a load on his face. Might be something you'll have to get used to."
"Oh, I don't mind. As I said, there was a lot of things I wished I'd done with..." He trailed off and sighed. It was probably best he no longer thought about him. Sure, he remained a friend but he had a feeling the distance would slowly lead to the friendship fading. They were going to end up living in different circles, and adding the fact he was clearly uncomfortable...
"Want breakfast?" Tom asked.
"Yes please."
After dressing and finding footwear, Tom suggesting he always walk around with at least flip-flops, just to be sure, the pair wandered downstairs to find a couple of housemates already up and about. Though it was Sunday and the day before the semester starting, there would be last minute preparations. Steven had already received plenty of advice on what to expect, but the eight housemates had already agreed to take him to campus as it would be nice and quiet, so he could gain his bearings on where everything was.
He'd arrived with food though he knew that everyone would contribute to a shopping budget every week. He'd spent the last three years saving, finishing school while working part-time in a fast food restaurant, the agreement with his parents being for every five dollars he saved, they'd contribute ten dollars. He had a little nest egg that he hoped would survive his time at university.
Toast and a cup of tea was order of the day, the other housemates slowly joining them at the table. He wasn't surprised when questions started up. "Noticed your room was empty last night, Tom. Sleep somewhere else?" Mike asked, and Steven felt the eyes of everyone upon him.
"I slept with Stevie," Tom replied simply.
"That didn't take long!" Mike exclaimed.
"We only slept together, Mike. I didn't fuck him."
"I did give him a handjob last night and this morning," he whispered, feeling his cheeks heat up again. He figured he'd be blushing a lot to begin with.
"Really? Damn! Good job, Stevie," Mike stated.
"Thanks. It felt good to do. I loved making Tom cum." He finally lifted his eyes and looked around the table. "I guess you'd all like..."
He smiled as a few shook their heads. "Take your time, Stevie," Mark insisted, "Once you're bedded in, so to speak, you'll keep us satisfied. Every new house boy starts slowly. If we pressure you into doing too much, too soon, you'll crack and won't last."
"We learned that with the first one," Tom admitted, "Within a couple of months, he just couldn't handle it and left. Returned home and dropped out of university. We did finally convince him to talk to us a couple of months later and he explained why. We made sure we did things differently after that."
Finishing breakfast, they agreed to leave for campus in a couple of hours. Driving was quicker, but as it was a warm summer's day, not a cloud in the sky but thankfully not baking heat, they agreed to walk together, exploring the campus before stopping for lunch on the return journey. Steven waited until there was only Mike left in the kitchen.
"Would you like to come to my room, Mike?" he asked, sounding far more confident than he actually felt, standing up from his chair and approaching him by the counter.
"Oh, whatever for, Stevie?"
He met his brown eyes, taking in the square jaw and almost designer stubble on his face. Brown eyes appeared to be full of humour. "You've been really nice to me. Well, you all have, but I was wondering if you'd like a handjob too?"
"I'd love one, Stevie. Lead the way."
Taking his hand, he smiled to himself as he led Mike to his bedroom, shutting the door as Mike walked over and sat on the edge of his bed. Steven grabbed the lube, getting down on his knees as Mike opened his leg, placing the bottle istanbul travestileri on the ground before he leaned up to kiss Mike for the first time. The first press of lips was soft, slowly opening their mouths before Mike slid his tongue into his mouth. When his arms pulled his closer, Steven couldn't help grin, feeling Mike grin at the same time.
"I do prefer it when you kiss," Mike said.
"Do all of you kiss?"
"Of course. We're fucking but it can also be intimate."
Mike took off his shirt as Steven helped take off his shorts and underwear, smiling as his thick cock popped into view. Taking a moment just to look at it, he was fairly sure it was similar to Tom's. Mike leaned back slightly, offering a good view of his smooth, toned body. "You approve?" Mike asked.
"I'm going to sound like a broken record, but you're fucking hot."
"Yeah, Tom is a good looking dude too."
Lubing up his cock first, it glistened in the sunlight that filtered through the window, wrapping his fingers around the shaft as best he could, slowly starting to stroke it. He was mesmerised by how thick and veiny his cock was, but made sure he gazed up to meet those brown eyes, which looked faintly amused more than anything.
"Feels really good, Stevie," Mike murmured, "Haven't cum in a couple of days. Going to be a big load."
"Good. Where would you like to cum?"
"I'd love to say your face but..."
"Okay."
Mike smirked. "Oh?" Pausing, he then chuckled. "Ah, Tom's done it already?"
"I loved feeling it land on my face."
"Yep, just knew you were the right choice too."
Pumping his cock faster, Steven focused on how it felt in his hand. When masturbating, he didn't really think of how his cock felt. It was simply his cock and he wanted to cum. Feeling another cock in his hand was still a little weird. It felt like steel in one way, but also slightly spongey in another. It was a conundrum he knew he'd probably never get his mind wrapped around.
Adding a second hand to assist, Mike was soon moaning softly, his eyes now gazing intensely into his whenever he looked up. His chest was starting to rise and fall quicker, his hips starting to gently fuck his hands. The whole event was mesmerising.
"Fuck," Mike moaned, "Fuck, you've got some great hands... Would love your mouth soon..."
"I know."
"I'm close. Want me to take over?"
He smiled as he sat back, Mike immediately taking over, pumping his cock fast as he stood up. He groaned a couple of times before he was on the verge. "Oh fuck, here we go!" he cried, Steven closing his eyes as he felt that first splash of cum. Just like Tom, Mike came a lot. In fact, he seemed to cum more, remembering Mike had said he hadn't cum in a couple of days. He'd left his mouth opening, feeling some of his cum land on his tongue, swallowing that immediately.
Blindly feeling for Mike, he felt a hand take his wrist to guide it to the base of his cock, shuffling forward to take the head into his mouth, running his tongue over it. "Oh, that's good, baby," Mike moaned, "That's very good. Going to clean your face now?" Nodding, Mike added, "I'll get a cloth to help clean you up."
He'd cleaned most of his face by the time Mike returned, and it was a rather tender moment as he lightly wiped away any dregs. Helping him up to his feet, Mike leaned down to give him one hell of a kiss, and he whimpered when Mike gently caressed his cock in return. "Can you handle not having an orgasm yet?"
"Yeah," he breathed.
"Good. We'll take care of you later." Kissing him again, he added, "Thanks, Stevie. I feel pretty damned good right now."
"You're welcome."
As Mike left the room, Steven checked his phone to see he had a couple of hours before their planned time to leave. Opening his laptop, he checked his mail, surfed a couple of sites before going over his itinerary for his first week at university. His housemates had already assured him they'd be around for any assistance, and they'd also seek out other young men who could prove friendly. He was busy playing a game when there was a knock at the door, turning to see Tom waiting for him.
Quickly changing into a polo shirt and shorts, he also put on some socks and trainers, as he knew they'd be doing some walking. Finally taking a look at Tom as he stood up, he felt his mouth go dry and a stirring in his loins. Tom was wearing a singlet, showing off his broad shoulders and muscular arms. His pecs were defined. The shorts left little to the imagination either, and it was obvious Tom didn't miss leg day.
"Ready to go?" Tom asked, no doubt noticing his eyes just drinking him in. Nodding dumbly, he followed Tom downstairs, where he noticed the other seven men wearing the same thing. Steven almost whimpered with desire at what he could see, all of them wearing either similar singlets or tight shirts that showed off their toned bodies. Feeling two arms wrap around his chest, Tom leaned down to his ear. "Are you turned on, cutie?"
"You're travesti istanbul all so fucking... I mean, it's almost like one or two movies I've watched."
"Lots of hot guys fucking each other?"
"Yeah."
"What about a lot of hot guys fucking an adorable little twink like you?"
Feeling his hot breath against his neck, Steven knew his cock would now be tenting in his shorts. Just feeling Tom leaving a soft kiss on his neck made his shudder. "Tom, seriously, stop teasing the poor little thing. He's going to cum in his shorts soon," Justin stated.
"I'd imagine it was me whenever I watched a movie like that," Steven whispered.
"Ready to go?" He managed to nod, though smiled when Tom took his hand. They all needed sunglasses as they headed outside, the gate opening as they approached the edge of the property. Walking down the street, he was thankful he felt his erection slowly subsiding, though Tom didn't let go of his hand. He didn't feel uncomfortable but did glance at him. "Stevie, no-one is going to give a shit. We live in an area of the city that is known for our lifestyle, and we're heading to a university campus. Trust me, they give less than a shit about us." He paused before adding, "Slight lie. Sports teams can still be a little funny, but it's more our private and home lives that can be problematic."
"Like mine?"
"Yeah. Sometimes not as bad. Sometimes a whole lot worse."
Tom held his hand the entire way, linking their fingers together. He walked close to him as Mike also fell in step alongside him, feeling the others behind, probably taking in a view of his arse. If Steven was going to be proud of one thing, it was the fact he did a bit of what was called a 'bubble butt'. It wasn't huge, but it wasn't flat either. Helped that he did like to cycle when working out at the gym. It had given him quite the nice arse.
Arriving at the campus, it wasn't as quiet as he'd thought, though considering classes started the next day, he assumed quite a few new students would be exploring, while the campus grounds were not closed off, so visitors would likely make use of the area. His housemates took him on a tour, explaining where everything was. What amused him was when they passed a particular toilet block.
"We love to use this one to fuck," Mike joked, "If you walk in and hear moaning, at least two blokes are having a good time."
"And there are gloryholes too," Chris added.
"They're real?" he had to ask.
"You ever been to a gay club?" Tom wondered. Shaking his head, he was fairly sure they all shared a knowing glance. "Guess where we are going in a couple of weeks then..."
After spending an hour at most wandering about, Tom led the way in a different direction, not much further away from their house though they'd return via a different route. Stopping at a café he explained they'd frequent once or twice a week, they found a booth large enough for all of them, Tom to one side, Mike to the other. The laughter and conversation was soon flowing easily once they'd ordered food and drinks. Resting his right hand on the table, he moved his left hand to Tom's thigh, moving it slowly up his leg until he was caressing his crotch. He then started doing the same with his right, glancing left and right as both men returned his glance and smiled.
"Stop teasing otherwise I'll make sure you make me cum," Tom growled into his ear, "But I do love the fact you want to be naughty in public. Horny?" He nodded eagerly. "Because you stroked Mike off but you didn't cum too?" He nodded again. "I'll take care of you when we get home, baby. We're going to have some fun before we start classes tomorrow."
Removing his hands, he was suffering from his own erection that had returned with a vengeance. Thankfully, their food arrived and that proved an adequate enough distraction, ensuring his hands remained above the table at all times, finishing his plate slowly as he continued to listen into the conversations. It was obvious that firm friendships had been formed, but they were also ensuring he wasn't left out. He would admit he'd never felt so accepted in his life.
The walk home did take a little longer via the different route, arriving home by mid-afternoon. As it was rather warm, Tom asked if he wanted to join them for a swim out in the backyard. Before he could admit he'd likely be embarrassed, Tom followed him upstairs and into his room. "If you get hard, it's a compliment, Stevie," Tom said, "Think we won't be sporting stiff pricks sometimes?"
"Um... I'll need someone to put..."
"I can do it, Stevie. Don't worry. Get changed and meet us outside."
He had to search for his swimming shorts, finding them buried under all his other shorts, trousers and jeans. He was still semi-hard as he put those on, grabbing a towel and the tube of sunscreen before he joined the others outside. Now he saw eight fit young men, all of them without shirts, and their swimming shorts left little to the imagination. Eight bulges which he couldn't help look at.
Tom noticed him, getting out of the pool, watching the water drip down his muscular torso. His legs nearly gave out as Tom walked towards him. "Sensory overload?" he asked, chuckling away, "Come on, sit over here and I'll put some on your back."