The Rooming House

(Part 1 from 2)

So there I was, in my second year at university and ready to leave the dorm. Too many knuckleheaded straights and me with a perpetual hard-on. So, following up on an ad in the paper, I checked out an ad for a room with board in a private house. 

When I arrived at the house, it was a grand old Georgian that had fallen on hard times. I rang the bell and was greeting by an old crone with bright magenta hair. I explained that I'd seen the ad and needed a room. 

She was none too friendly but she invited me in and proceded to show me the two rooms she had available. The first one was barely a closet with a single bed and a desk. She pointed out that I'd have to share the bath with four other people. 

Then, she took me upstairs and showed me a much bigger room that had two single beds and plenty of light and ventilation. This room connected to another one of the same size through a Jack and Jill bathroom. 

"You'll have to share the washroom with the guy who lives there, but it shouldn't be a problem since he works nights."

Already my mind was turning over the possibilities inherent in this situation. Nothing I liked better than hot working class guys and with me in and out during the day and him there too, there might be possibilities.

"It'll cost you $20 a week more and I want the first month upfront," she snarled, with her hand held out.

Knowing I was getting a good deal, I laid the bills in her hand and took the key.

"well," I thought, "Either it'll turn out to be great or it'll be miserable. The place is such a dump, if I can't find some action or bring somebody home here, it won't be worth the cheap price."

I brought all my stuff over that afternoon and noticed that she'd made up both beds in my room. I stripped down to my jockeys and flopped down on the bed and pondered my possibilities. She hadn't mentioned not having guests so I would just have to try and see.

I dozed off and when I woke up it was about 5:00 o'clock. Half asleep, I opened the door to the washroom and wandered in, pulling my cock out of my shorts as I went. Then, I looked up and there was my neighbour, stark naked, standing at the basin shaving. And here I was standing there, with my cock in my hand.

"Oh," I mumbled, "I'm sorry, I didn't know anybody else was around.
I just woke up and I had to have a piss. Let me know when you're done." I turned toward the door.

"Hey," he said, turning towards me, "go ahead and piss. You're not going to bother me. I've seen guys piss before and if you're not embarrassed because I'm buck naked here then there's no problem eh!"

Well, embarrassment wasn't going to be the problem for you see, this guy was fucking hot. He was about 35, 5'10", about 170 lbs. He wasn't a skinny twink but a real man, stocky like I like em with a nice little beginning of a potbelly. He had black hair, lots of it, and a fine mat on his chest which trailed down to a really fine forest around his dick.

His cock was one of those that doesn't look all that big when it's not hard, but it was sure thick. It was uncut and poking out of his bush above what looked like a pair of plum sized balls. Now, I admit I couldn't really take everything in in the couple of seconds I allowed myself to look at him but I saw enough to know, I was gonna have to have this guy. 

I walked over the the commode and peeled back and prayed that I could start my stream since the commode sat right next to the sink so he could see me as he shaved. Finally, the waterworks came and I said a prayer that I had survived that ordeal. Unfortunately, as I was shaking off, my cock started getting hard.

"Oh please, oh please," I prayed, "not just yet." But it was too late. I was sporting a full hard 7". 

I looked in my neighbour's direction and I thought I caught his eye but I wasn't sure, at least not until I stole a glance at his crotch and noticed that his cock had begun to expand. 

Well, what to do? I could put mine away and just walk out or I could continue to stroke it and wait to see what happened.

So, I gave my rod a couple of more strokes and was just about to force it back into my shorts when he turned towards me.


He stuck out his hand and smiled, "My name's Michael, what's yours?"

"Dylan," I stammered, as I tried to ram my rampaging dick back into my tighties.

He laughed and said, "Well, glad to meet ya, although this is sort of a strange way to meet." With that he reached down and scratched his pubes and of course, my eyes followed him. Well, there was no question now. His dick was sticking straight out and I was guessing it was about 8" and about 7" around. I mean it was a beer can. it was totally hard but the skin was still covering the head and puckered over the end, just the way I liked it.

I just stood there dumbstruck, not knowing what to do or say until he laughed again and said, "We're gonna have to get together real soon and get acquainted. Unfortunately, I've got to be at work in about half an hour but I'll be home about midnight. I imagine you'll be asleep but maybe we can chat tomorrow.

"I certainly hope so," I finally managed to say as I headed towards the door. As I did, I noticed his eyes following me and they weren't focused on my face. I could feel my old pal going wood on me again. 

"Well," he smiled, rubbing the hair around that big cock, "it was very nice seeing you."

I laughed at this and replied, "Yeah, but we've got to stop meeting like this."

We both got a kick out of that but then he winked at me and rubbed his cock and said, "I don't know. It works for me!"

"Midnight, you said?" I asked.

"Yep, and I'll need to relax before I go to sleep."

So, he went off to work and I went back to my room and lay on the bed and pulled myself off in record time and shot jizz all over my chest and clear up onto my face. God, thinking about this hot dude had worked me up like I hadn't been for a long time.

I did spend some time studying and then I went into the bathroom and took a long, hot bath (there wasn't any shower). Then, I dried off and went and lay down on my bed naked. Since the bed was directly in front of the bathroom door, and the door was open, I figured I'd hear him when he came in.

Unfortunately, all the moving and the afternoon's activities had worn me out more than I knew and I fell right to sleep. Id've probably slept the whole night through but sometime later, I woke up with the feeling someone was in the room. I sat up abruptly and there he was, my hot fuckin neighbour, standing there right next to my bed, bare naked and hard as a rock.

"I sorta got the idea you were going to wait up for me," he whispered.

"Hell, I'm sorry. I tried," I muttered.

He reached down and stroked my chest. "Umm, nice, " he said. "I think you and I are gonna be really good neighbours."

I reached up and wrapped my hand around that awesome thick cock. I couldn't even get my fingers around it but god, it was hot and hard.
He moaned as I slid the skin back. He'd obviously been doing physical labour because the head of his cock was coated with a luscious coat of cheese. God, the odour alone was making me crazy.

"You like that, kid?" he whispered as he bent over and kissed me on the mouth. " Why don't you clean it off for me real good?"

I don't have to be asked twice. Sitting up, I bent forward and took that big, mushroom cockhead and began to lick the cheese off. He moaned. 

"Oh yeah, baby. Eat that cheese. You're the first guy or girl I've ever met who liked it. Fuckin hot!"

Well, I was cleaning that cockhead like a starving man. Then when I'd lapped up all the lovely cheese I gave his awesome cock a real tongue bath working my way all the way down to his balls. I started licking and sucking on them and tried to get one in my mouth. They were enormous. I could take one at a time, and that seemed to really turn him on. 

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