Date: Tue, 11 Aug 2009 23:46:56 +0000
From: Miles Long <miles_long@hotmail.com>
Subject: for Bisexual/College/469 Charlotte Sttreet

This is part 3 of a series. Send comments to miles_long@hotmail.com.


469 Charlotte Street

Chapter 3


Clay was the only housemate who I had not shared any "quality time" with,
and on my fourth day in the mansion I decided to correct that
oversight. Late in the afternoon I climbed the stairs to his room but he
was not around. I was disappointed, but as I returned down the stairs he
suddenly came bounding up, wearing running gear and looking very sweaty.

"Hey, guy," I said, "I was looking for you."

"Oh? What ya' need?"

"Nothing. Just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out, have a beer, maybe
get some dinner later."

"Well, buddy, I was headed up to peel these clothes off and then go jump in
the pool. I just did three miles in this heat and am downright nasty. But
that sounds great. Why don't you go get us a beer and I will meet you out
back."  d

I headed to the huge kitchen and extracted a pair of beers from the
fridge. I also had on shorts and a t-shirt, so a dip in the pool sounded
like a good idea. It was a very hot day.

In the back of the house was a beautiful pool, really a pool complex. There
was a large deck with a couple of levels, a small pool house, and a covered
section that had a tile floor and a built-in cooking area.  I plopped down
in a chair on the deck and placed the beers on a small glass table. I
sipped my beer and was just thinking what an incredible life situation I'd
stumbled into when Clay came striding out of the house. He was nude. He
stopped long enough to take a long pull from his beer. I used that moment
to drink him in. He was a big guy, and muscular, with short-cropped hair
that could best be described as dirty blonde. His chest and stomach were
cut, and his biceps and thighs were also huge.He didn't have much hair on
his chest, making his muscles stand out even more. And his impressive uncut
cock dangled right about my eye level. Just as I noticed his big balls he
put the beer down, took two steps and dove into the water. When he surfaced
he turned, smiled at me and said "Aren't you coming in?"

I put down my beer and stood. As I pulled my shirt off I was thinking how
intimidated I was by his bulk. I was fit, but looked pretty scrawny
compared to him. When in Rome... I stripped off my shoes, socks, shorts and
underwear and dove in.

The water was chilly at first but it felt good on such a warm late summer
day. Both Clay and I splashed around a while, then he jumped out and
brought both beers back to the pool edge and jumped back in. He lounged
again the side and drank. I moved across to join him and picked up my
bottle.

"Man, we are the luckiest fuckers in the world," he laughed. "Just wait
until this weekend... you'll see. It's unreal. Nonstop. And the people that
Robin's little club attracts, they're all beautiful. Hell, I don't want to
leave! I'm going to apply to fuckin' grad school just so I can hang out
here for a while."

I sipped my beer and he put his down. As I drank he casually reached over
and cradled my dick.  It immediately jumped and began to lengthen and
harden.

"Damn, man, you're big as a brick shithouse!" He laughed. "Li said so;
well, not in those words exactly. ... I'm sorry, this is really rude, but I
had to check you out. Have you ever measured it?"

"Sure, but it was years ago. It's more than 10 I know. I wore number 11 in
church league basketball kind of as an inside joke."

Clay roared with laughter. He was stroking my cock with one hand and his
own with the other.

"That's funny as shit. Damn, man, why do the little guys have big dicks? I
had a roomie in the dorm my freshman year in college, only about 5-foot-5,
and he had a big ol' dick. I thought my eight was doing well until I went
off to school."

"Well, you look pretty thick," I said, staring down at him through the
water.

Clay stroked my cock for several moments without saying a thing. I reached
to take over the stroking of his cock and as I moved closer her leaned in
to kiss me. His tongue was soon probing for mine.

After a minute he said "Jump up here" indicating the pool edge with a
hand. Using both arms I lifted myself out of the water, sat down on the
concrete and spread my legs wide apart. My big rod was pointing at the
sky. It took Clay about a millisecond to wrap his large hand around the
base and start licking the head of my dick. Then he began trying to stuff
as much as he could into his mouth. He was an energetic and experienced
cocksucker and what he was doing felt great.

Clay sucked my cock for a good 15 or 20 minutes, slowly working his way
lower and lower. He would alternate sucking and licking the long
stalk. When he looked a little tired I said "Let me do you" and he came out
of the water and lay down flat on the pool deck. His hooded cock was
pointed skyward as well. I peeled the skin back and began going down on
him, my hands roaming over his muscled torso as I did. I wanted to give as
good as I got, but his cock was very thick. After a minute or two I seemed
to find a good rhythm. He groaned. I worked his big balls with my fingers.

"Fuck, man. That is awesome."

After a few minutes he said "Let's do a 69." I twisted around and lay down
beside him, never letting his cock slip from my mouth. He began feasting on
my dick again. Too soon he began to moan and I could feel his shaft growing
even bigger.

"Oh, man, I think I'm going to bust one. Is that okay?"

I shook my head and mumbled in affirmation. I pressed the attack even
faster and suddenly my mouth was filled with a torrent of cum. I swallowed
fast but some of it slipped from the edges of my mouth. It was like a
gusher.

Clay panted. When he had recovered a little he said "Sorry, man, but I'm
usually a big cummer. I shoulda warned you."

"No problem."

He reached for my cock and have it a couple of strokes. "You want to fuck?"

"You sure?"

"Hell yeah. I want to see if I can take that whopper. I've had some that
big so I think I can. Only one way to find out..."

"You want me to go get the lube?"

"Nah, you're dick's pretty juicy. I'll tough it out." He hopped up and then
got down on all fours, looking like some crazy kind of marble statue.

"I can use some natural lube," I said, spitting on my finger and rubbing
his asshole. When that didn't help much I bent forward and applied direct
pressure with the tip of my tongue.

"Aw, sheeeeeee-it," he groaned in his Southern twang as I pressed my lips
to his ass and rimmed him. "Mother fuck!"

I stroked my cock a few times and then pressed it to his tiny
hole. Fortunately my dick is fairly narrow at the head, so it feels like
any dick at first. But when I keep on going, that's when the fun starts.

My cock slid into Clay's ass smoothly and with remarkable ease. "See," he
crowed, "I told you. Bring that shit on, you hung fucker."

I did. I took long strokes and soon had him groaning and breathing hard. I
never did pass up the chance to hard-fuck a jock stud. Maybe it was
something about being picked last for touch football in junior high. But
Clay was a beautiful guy and I was enjoying every inch of his steamy ass. I
was going to pound away until I boiled over.

As I pounded, snapping my hips forward in response to his trash talk, I
caught the sound of footsteps on the walk behind me. I rapidly turned my
head and there was Robin, coming back from shopping for the weekend, her
purse still dangling from her hand.

"Hello boys. I see you found Clay." She had a sly smile spreading across
her wide mouth.

"I'd say," Clay responded. "Hey, why don't you join us? You could come
around here and lay down and I will eat that sweet pussy."

"No, thanks. It sounds fun but I think I need to pace myself... Big weekend
ahead... We have a full house of 20 RSVPs. Everyone wants to meet the new
boy." With that she reached down, picked up my beer, and took a swig. Then
she sat down in a chair facing us. A literal front row seat.

I tried not to look up. I was concentrating hard, watching my thick cock
disappear into Clay's tight ass. Within minutes I could feel my balls start
to tighten. While I wanted to give Robin a show I was about to cum.

Robin watched, her head slightly tilted and with that same smile. With a
groan of my own I pulled out and shot a ribbon of cum across Clay's
back. With that we both collapsed in laughter and exhaustion. Robin stood
and as she walked past us, and in a motherly tone said "Now don't wear
yourselves out before the company comes."

Clay gave me a weak high-five, then half crawled, half rolled back into the
pool to wash himself off. As for me, I limped into the house and collapsed
in the shower.  What madness had I gotten myself into?


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