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| Lauro |
I was starting to get fed up with my roommate. Frank was such a sloppy guy, just leaving his stuff all around the place and just generally never cleaning anything.
“Do you even know where the vacuum is?”
I had just come home from a late shift in the hospital, to find such a mess in the kitchen. It was enough for me to snap at him the next morning. When Frank offered me a place to stay, I was just down on my luck. I had been so grateful. He had warned me that he was quite the slob and I had soon found out he wasn’t lying.
I had always kept my mouth shut about it, not wanting to seem ungrateful for how kindly he offered me to stay with him. I wasn’t even paying rent for the first few months, until I found a job and got back on my feet. After a year of doing his dishes for him and being the only one to put effort into keeping the place tidy, I realized I had enough.
“I-I’m sorry”, Frank immediately said.
And now I felt guilty for snapping.
I heard the Grindr notification on my phone. I looked at it. That black bodybuilder Simon was finally available for a hookup. I realized I needed it so much. I looked back up to Frank, smiling.
“That was Grindr, wasn’t it?”
Frank’s own lack of lovelife, or sexlife for that matter, had definitely made him interested in mine.
“Yeah”, I giggled.
I could never stay mad at him for long.
After telling Frank where I went, I soon found myself in an Uber on my way to the other side of Jacksonville. This guy had looked so promising. A personal trainer and fitness model with the body to match, I was attracted to him immediately. I knew I was going to love getting picked up by those big arms.
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| Lauro |
After what was only a week, but had felt like a lifetime, we finally found a good time to meet up. The second he opened the door, I was pretty much ready to pounce on him.
“Hey Lauro, come on in”, he said.
He was in a tight T-shirt that displayed his chest and arms so well and some clingy grey sweats. I was only getting hornier.
His apartment was so beautiful, and most of all, tidy and clean. And Simon couldn’t have been nicer. He fetched me a glass of water as I watched his muscular legs and glutes walk into the kitchen. When he came back and I noticed his bulge, my mouth may have dropped open.
Simon wanted to get to know me better, he said. We had a short conversation where I knew my dick sometimes visibly twitched in my shorts. His bulge was also definitely growing inside his sweats. He asked me how long I had been in Jacksonville for, he asked me about my job, and finally about my ethnicity.
“I’ve never heard the name Lauro before, where is that from?”
“I’m Mexican”, I said. “Just, plain Mexican.”
“Nothing plain about you”, Simon replied.
And that was it. That was the moment he started kissing me. When I finally got to see his rock hard cock in person, I sucked on it like it was a matter of life and death. I needed this so much.
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| Simon |
After he ate me out, he fucked me. His large dick took a little while to get used to, but soon enough I was just loving his passionate fucking. He was such an amazing lover, I could feel my eyes roll into the back of my head. He had stamina too. He fucked me doggy, after which I rode him and came. For the first time. Then he fucked me on my back and finally in a spoon position, in which we both came.
We just continued to lie in bed, reveling in our post-coital daze. His body wrapped around mine made me feel so very good and warm.
“I really needed this today”, I told him, “thank you.”
“It was my absolute pleasure”, he replied.
After a short pause, he kissed my shoulder.
“Anything you want to talk about?”
I hesitated. My complaining was far from sexy.
“I’m thinking about looking for a new place”, I said.
“Oh, but house hunting can be fun”, Simon said.
“Yeah that’s true”, I admitted.
“If you don’t mind roommates, I know a place. Someone like you would fit in perfectly.”
Simon told me about this 4-bedroom apartment he knew of. It was close to the beach and right now there were only 3 guys living there. I was of course hesitant.
“Have you been there? Is it a clean place?”
“Spotless! And they’re such nice guys, too! I visit quite often.”
Before I left Simon’s apartment, he ended up giving me a phone number for a guy named Kevin. In the Uber back, I was thinking about it. I decided I was going to give Frank another chance. He was a nice guy and he meant well. When I got back home, I wandered into the apartment. In the kitchen I saw the fridge was left slightly ajar. There was bread on the counter, as well as the milk, the cheese and an open jar of peanut butter. The dirty knife, plate and glass were on the table.
I took a deep breath.
“Hey Kevin? This is Lauro. Simon gave me your number.”
A few days later I walked up to the apartment building, and I was already impressed. It was a very luxurious building and the location was indeed amazing. Close to the beach and shopping facilities. I was buzzed in and took the elevator up. I was greeted by Kevin.
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| Kevin |
“Hey!”, he said in a high-pitched voice, “Welcome!”
He immediately came in for a hug. I smiled. I did feel welcome.
“I’m so happy Simon found someone who would fit in here with us! Come on, let’s start the tour! Lauro, right?”
Kevin seemed quite high energy and talkative, but I was enjoying it. He was clearly gay. That must have been what Simon meant. This was going to be a house full of gay guys. I was even more excited now.
“Yeah.”
“Awesome!”
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| Elias |
“This is Elias”, Kevin said.
Elias stood up and also hugged me. He smelled very good. Elias looked to be of Middle Eastern descent. Especially his face was so well-groomed, there was no denying he could be gay. His skin shiny, his teeth white, his hair in just the right place. Even his full beard looked well taken care of. His body was also very impressively muscular, the buttons on his shirt open to reveal a defined chest. As he turned around to sit back on the stool, the curve of his ass was mesmerizing.
Kevin showed me the kitchen as Elias continued to work on his laptop on the kitchen counter. The kitchen wasn’t very big, but it was fine. Most importantly, it was clean. Very clean. There was also a nice, round table with four chairs. Standing in the kitchen, I could look into the living room, which had great natural light. A large sofa and two extra chairs, as well as a large TV mounted on the wall.
“Elias, where is Javi?”, Kevin asked.
“He came back from the gym and went to his room.”
“Oh, OK. We’ll get there in a second.”
Kevin showed me the bedrooms. Kevin had lived here the longest and had the largest bedroom, with a private bathroom and a walk-in closet. Elias’s room also had a private bathroom. Then Kevin showed me the room I would be occupying. It was actually nicer than my current room, in size, but also the view was just amazing.
Then Kevin showed the bathroom I would be sharing with this Javi. It was a pretty standard bathroom, but I immediately noticed how clean it was. I smiled. I had made up my mind.
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| Javi |
“Javi? Are you there?”
The door opened from the other side. A short, Latino man was there. Shirtless. His beefy, hairy chest was hard to look away from. He wore a backwards cap and some black sweats.
“Oh, hey. New guy!”
Javi hugged me as well, but this time I felt an actual stirring in my crotch.
“Lauro!”, Kevin said.
“Hey Lauro, sorry I forgot you were coming today.”
“No problem”, I said as Javi came out of his room and gave me a quick look.
It was clear my bedroom was the smallest, but I was very willing to settle for it.
The three of us walked to the living room.
“Lauro, is that Mexican?”, Javi asked.
I smiled.
“Yeah!”
“I am, too!”
Elias stopped working on his laptop as the four of us all sat in the living room. Kevin talked about how the building has a gym and an outdoor pool. He mentioned just how close it is to the beach.
“I think we should tell him a little bit about, you know, how we came up with this”, Elias said.
“Oh yeah, good one”, Kevin agreed.
“So, this has always been a gay apartment. Only gay guys have lived here, for… years now.”
“I love that”, I said.
“Of course”, it’s awesome!”, Kevin said. “We’re all very close, it’s such a nice house to live in. We pretty much share everything.”
“To be honest, this is the most dressed any of us have been when we’re here”, Javi said. “We didn’t want to scare you off, but I think most of us are usually in our underwear.”
I laughed.
“I could get used to that. I love walking around in my underwear. But I live with a straight guy now, so…”
All three of them winced.
“Yeah there’s definitely benefits to living with all gay guys. But there was also drama. People had sex with each other all the time. Sometimes guys would fall in love, not always reciprocated. Most drama of course happened when actual relationships started and then ended.”
I could imagine that wouldn’t be good for the atmosphere in the house.
“But how do you stop any of that from happening though, in a fully gay house?”
“Well…”, Kevin started, “I can tell you don’t know why Simon thought you would be a good fit!”
They all chuckled. I had no idea what was happening.
“A few years ago, me and the current roommates at the time”, Kevin said, “realized we found ourselves with strictly bottoms in the apartment. And we decided to keep it that way. No sex would happen, and there haven’t been relationships between people in the house since!”
I was starting to piece it together. All three of these guys were bottoms. Simon had assumed that I was, as well. And he thought I would make a good fit in this apartment full of bottoms.
“Someone like you would fit in perfectly”, Simon had said. “I visit quite often.”
I definitely considered myself to be vers. Would Simon have had sex with all of these guys?
My mind was in overdrive. I decided to smile and nod.
“That’s brilliant”, I said.
“So you slept with Simon as well?”, Kevin leaned in and asked. “Isn’t he great?”
I was quickly finding out that these guys shared everything with each other. And I was happy to join. Actually it was just Kevin who regularly slept with Simon. For some reason that was a slight relief.
On the way back I realized that in order to be able to live in that gorgeous place, I would have to lie about my preferences in bed. But it seemed totally worth it. Really the only adjustment I would have to make was if I were to have a hook-up where I was likely to be topping, I’d have to make sure the other guy would host. Just in case they knew the guy or something. It seemed a small sacrifice to make.
When I told Frank that I wanted to move out, he understood. I thanked him profusely for offering his extra room when I needed it, and I would definitely remain his friend, but as roommates we weren’t a match.
So, a few weeks later I was moving in to the Gay Apartment. Elias, Javi and Kevin were so nice helping me, carrying boxes.
“What sex toys do you have?”, Elias wanted to know as he carried a box to my room.
“If they’re any good, I’m so up for trading”, he added. “As long as we clean them after, it’s fine.”
It was definitely a different vibe from living with Frank, but I did feel like I fit in so much better here.
When moving day was over, I felt exhausted. Kevin had a date and quickly went to his room to get ready.
“Yep, time to get your douche on!”, Javi said.
Once Kevin had left, Javi proposed getting some food delivered and just watching some TV. I did say I really needed to relax. Javi selected Élite, a Spanish Netflix show about some high school drama. It had a very extensive gay storyline. I quite enjoyed it. Elias was the only one who needed the subtitles. We went to bed before Kevin got home.
The next morning I woke up in my new place for the first time and I felt so happy. I decided to stay in bed for a while and revel in this feeling. I waited for my morning wood to go down. Finally, I jumped into some sweats and walked out to the kitchen. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Javi.
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| Javi |
He hadn’t noticed me so far, until he turned around and smiled.
“Hey. Good morning”, he said. “Coffee?”
I wanted more than coffee. Way more. But I knew I couldn’t.
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