Freshman Year Roommate, Part 14
Everyone is over 18 years of age
From being my assigned as freshman year roommates to John becoming one of the most important people in my life, John and I had come a long way. I couldn't imagine it ending, and happily, neither could he. The next steps in our time together, though, were practical ones rather than romantic. Well, okay, there would be romance, too, but we needed to figure out what sophomore year housing would look like. Hopefully, if we did it right, we wouldn't spend the rest of our school years bouncing around and could settle comfortably into a new place.
We'd decided not to enter the school housing lottery, but that meant looking around off campus. There actually were some decent options, or so it seemed. John and I started by splitting up the places within a short walk from campus, and then we'd go exploring. I found one near the south end of campus, across the main road and maybe a block or so away.
It was an eight-story apartment building. It looked pretty old but well maintained. I spoke to the manager and had a look at a vacant apartment. Nice. So I told the manager that I had to talk to my boyfriend and see what he thought. She didn't bat an eye when I mentioned a "boyfriend," which was one thing I wanted to be sure about. I put this one high on my list: seemed like a well maintained place, was near campus, the rent wasn't bad, and the manager didn't seem to have any homophobic issues!
That evening, John and I compared notes, and this building was definitely top of the list. But he wanted to see it, too. So I called Phoebe, the manager, and set up a time when we both could stop by.
When we went over, Phoebe welcomed us with open arms, and we both immediately got a good feeling. We asked if we could see a typical apartment, and she said she could show us one that she could give us as our actual rental if we wanted to start in a couple of months, at the end of the semester.
We'd been thinking of August, but this might work. We'd talked about picking up a few summer classes and staying in town year-round. Yes, okay, so part of that was our being love-struck puppies who didn't want to be apart, but it also would take some pressure off our regular semesters and let us do some electives, add hands-on opportunities/real life experiences, and so on. So it actually had a practical value, too.
She showed us apartment 710. That worked, since I liked high floors with nice views (even if we weren't in the fanciest city), and it was on a corner of the building, which I liked, too.
Phoebe showed us around the apartment. It was a "pre-war" building, which meant the rooms were big. Technically, it was a one bedroom, but it easily could serve as a two, since it had a large living room, as well as a kitchen and small eating area that would accommodate a table that could seat four people.
The bedroom was at the corner of the building, which was perfect for me. John seemed to like the views, too.
Phoebe was a real character. It seemed she was a long-time smoker, and she had the voice to match. Very gravelly, and she seemed to have a sense of humor to match the voice, if that makes any sense. She seemed like we could have met her leaning on a bar in some dive. To be clear, that made her a lot of fun to chat with. And she seemed like she probably was a few decades older than us and a little out of sync with some things but easily amused and really fascinated by the young guys who liked each other instead of wanting girls.
She also pointed out things that I suspected she might not to every potential renter. "Since this is an older building, these walls are nice, solid plaster. Not a lot of sound carries through them, so you don't have to worry as much about enjoying your evenings and the neighbors enjoying the sounds." That was delivered with a sly grin that suggested she liked the idea of two guys going at it. Well... go, Phoebe! Score one for the older generation. (I'd later learn that she had a very naughty sense of humor.)
Phoebe said, "Hey, guys, you seem pretty responsible. Can I trust you to not wreck the place, if I leave you here alone? I have some other folks coming to the office in about 5 minutes."
I said, "Sure! We'll behave!"
She told us to pull the door shut when we left and stop by at the office in the lobby when we were done. We promised to do that, and she headed out, shutting the door behind her.
"So what do you think?" I asked.
"I like it. The rent is reasonable, and it seems like a nicely maintained building. Plus, this apartment is nice and roomy."
"Yay! And I like the views!"
John said, "Speaking of that, it looks like we'll need to get some kind of blinds?"
Good observation. That seemed weird to me, but the windows were bare. Maybe I just hadn't experienced that before. Was it normal to not get any blinds or curtains or whatever over the windows? I guess I'd ask Phoebe.
We walked around the place a bit more, figuring out where we could picture our bed, where we could put a dresser or two, and so on. I knew a good thrift shop nearby that did a brisk business in used furniture, mostly from students like us, and I knew our parents were okay with this move (and would help us buy what we needed), so it felt like it all was coming together.
John was looking around again and seemed lost in thought. I asked, "what are you thinking?" He said, "I was thinking we need to test it out."
"Test it out?"
"Yeah," he said, "like this," and suddenly, he was on his knees. "John! Remember, no blinds over the windows?"
He smiled up at me. "It's a nice, sunny day. No one can see in!"
This was something we'd discuss many times. I never felt so secure about that, but John would always insist that, especially on windows with screens in them, if it was sunny out, no one could just look in. In any case, moments later, he had my pants around my ankles and had me convinced to let him do what he wanted. As he usually did!
I drew in my breath as he took my soft, but quickly hardening, dick in his mouth. I put my hands on his head and my dick was hard in seconds! "Oh, fuck, that feels so good, hon!"
He grabbed my ass, and I started moving my hips, stroking my dick over his tongue. He stopped at one point and pulled back, so just the head and a little bit of the shaft was in his mouth. Then, as he kept his lips right below the head, he started working his tongue around the head, and my knees nearly buckled. I grabbed his head harder and moaned, "fuck, that feels so good!"
I could see the smile in his eyes as I looked down at him, even if I didn't get a real smile because his mouth was full. I loved the joy he got from making me feel like this as much, as the physical pleasure!
He kept doing this, and I had to admit, "This is amazing! I'm not going to last too long if you keep going like this."
Now I got to see a real smile, and he said, "Good! We don't have lots of time. It's just a test!"
I smiled back. "So what are we testing, big guy? Other than your theory that no one can see in?"
"It's not a theory, and we're testing to make sure I'm not lousy at sex here! We can't live here if I can't keep my boyfriend happy!"
I laughed. "You're ridiculous." And then I moaned "Oh, John, that's amazing" as he took me back in his mouth.
I hate to admit, but it was maybe two minutes more, and, barely forming intelligible words, I warned him that I was about to cum. I could feel how tight my balls were as he pulled me deep, knowing I was about to shoot and liked to be deep in his mouth when I did.
I moaned loudly and he held my ass tight and my dick starting pulsing on his tongue. He moaned with my dick deep in his mouth. I could barely stand, the pleasure was so intense. I'd heard about the sexual heat in couples cooling off after a while. Maybe we'd get there, but if we did, it wasn't happening yet. Life with this man was like living in an intense sex dream.
As my orgasm subsided, he stayed down there long enough to pull up my underwear and pants as I was catching my breath. He actually zipped me back up and buckled my belt. Then he stood up. He kissed me deeply. Then he looked around the room and said, "Yeah, I guess this will do." I shook my head and said, "You're so silly. I love you!"
"I love you, too. Let's go tell Phoebe we'll take it."
And so we did. It looked like she was just finishing up with her other appointment when we got down there. "Good timing, boys. I'm glad you... took your time."
Ohmygod! Did she know? No, calm yourself, Jess. She's teasing. And maybe looking for a reaction? I smiled. I liked this lady. She was nice with just that bit of saltiness that would make her fun to deal with. I think we'd definitely found a good place to live.
We got the lease paperwork from Phoebe, and we said we'd get it filled out and back to her as quickly as we could. We needed our parents to co-sign, but we both knew they would. Thing was, we only wanted to ask one set of parents. We figured if we asked both, they might decide to talk and compare notes. Then my parents, who knew we were together, might spill the beans to John's parents who we hadn't told yet. We wanted to do that in person and together, but that wouldn't happen until the summer, and we couldn't wait that long on the paperwork.
It wound up being a simple matter. I don't know why I even worried. My parents were crazy for John, so there was no trust issue with "your roommate." No, it was more like "our John." Good thing I felt secure about my parents loving me, or I might have worried that they were going to make a trade and send me packing!
But back to that particular day. After our visit with Phoebe and decision that the apartment was the right one for us, we went back to the dorm. We were happy to have found a place, and we were talking about celebrating. John said, "Actually, I can think of another reason to celebrate, even if we're a couple of days early."
I smiled. I knew where this was going. My birthday was coming up. I said, "I think I might be willing to let you help me celebrate."
He smiled, moved in close and kissed me. Then he said, "I actually took the liberty of making us a dinner reservation." Then he mentioned a really nice restaurant down by the harbor. I said, "Hon, that place is so expensive! And how did you know we'd have this to celebrate?"
"First, don't worry about the cost. I've got it covered. Second, I was planning this celebration for tonight anyhow. The apartment find is just a lucky coincidence. But we probably should put on a bit nicer clothes, and then we can get going."
I didn't argue. If he said he had it covered, then he had it covered. We went outside, and... what? He'd called a car service to take us down there.
Being deliberately dramatic, I put my hands on my hips. "Now, hold on a second, mister. I know you don't have lots of cash. What are" and he put a finger to my lips. "Shush! I have a patron. Don't worry about it!"
The driver was holding the back door open, and John gestured me in. I cooperated, but when we were in the car, I asked what was going on. "What do you mean, you have a patron?"
"When we were with your family, your mom and dad said this would be your first birthday that they didn't get to tell you happy birthday in person. They wanted to be sure it was special, so they asked me to set up something special, and they're paying."
