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!"
