A/N -- Hello. Had a couple of comments for the first chapter suggesting people did like it. This chapter does move things on but, as I said at the beginning of the first chapter, I'm not having all the characters leaping into having sex.
However, I do have quite a few chapters written, and it certainly picks up a lot of steam rather quickly. Hope you enjoy!
Comments and feedback appreciated as always.
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Steven woke up slowly, experiencing a few new and strange sensations. The first was the arm wrapped tightly around him. The second was feeling something hard pressing into his upper back. The third was feeling something even harder pressing against him far below. As he woke up further, images of what he'd done the previous night flooded his mind, and he felt the smile forming immediately.
Shuffling back against Tom behind him, figuring it would wake him up, he knew he was awake when the arm around him gave him a gentle squeeze, a stubbled cheek against his own as lips found their way down to his lips as he turned his head. "Morning," Tom stated softly. He couldn't find his voice, making do with a smile. It was the first time he'd ever slept with a man in the same bed and... It had been all he'd hoped for. "You okay?"
"Yeah," he replied quietly.
"How do you feel about last night?"
He felt the smile on his face spread across his face. "Best night of my life... I thought my night with Suzy was great. It was in a way, but..."
"I'm glad I managed to make myself comparable."
Turning around, Tom was probably caught by surprise when he kissed him, though the larger man kissed him back immediately. As their tongues played, he ran his fingers up and down the broad chest of his lover before moving down to that thick cock he'd stroked to orgasm the night before. Wrapping his fingers around the shaft, he gently squeezed and stroked it, earning a delighted growl from Tom into his mouth.
"I won't say no if you want to make me cum again, cutie," Tom whispered, "Nothing better than an orgasm before breakfast."
"Can we do it a little differently this morning?"
"However you want to, Stevie, particularly if your objective is to make me cum."
Sliding off the bed and sitting on his knees, it didn't take Tom long to figure out what he wanted. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he grabbed the bottle of lube, looking up into his eyes. "I'd use my mouth, but..."
"Stevie, do what you're comfortable doing for now. Okay?" He felt his cheek stroked as he looked up into the blue eyes of the broader man, "If you want to suck my cock later, I'd love it. For now, if you're comfortable with just your hands, trust me, no complaints. Your soft hands are delightful."
After applied a liberal amount of lube, he leaned up to kiss Tom as he started to stroke his cock. His own cock was hard but he wasn't worried about it for now. He wanted to make his new lover cum, and he figured he'd have to get used to taking care of their needs. He already knew he wanted Tom to take his second virginity. The idea of taking such a thick, long cock in his arse was a little frightening, but he knew Tom would ensure it was as pleasurable as he'd find sliding his cock inside him.
Tom was obviously turned on as he was soon moving his hips in time with his strokes. Eventually breaking the kiss, he sat down and started to pump his cock with both hands, stroking and using a circular motion, focusing on what he knew were the sensitive areas of his cock. When he noticed pre-cum starting to appear, he leaned down and used his tongue to lick the head of his cock.
"Yes," Tom hissed.
Leaning back slightly, he gazed up into Tom's eyes as the larger man stroked his hair, their lips meeting again, that next kiss hot and heavy immediately, a sign that Tom was turned on and wanted to cum. One thing Steven had never done with his best friend was dirty talk. He'd tried once and it hadn't gone down well.
"Do you like my hands on your cock?" he asked, immediately feeling silly.
Tom caressed his cheek and kissed him again. "I love them, cutie, but I can't wait to feel your lips around my cock soon."
"Yeah. How much?"
"Fuck, the thoughts in my mind already, Stevie. And I know I'm not the only one. You have eight men in this house who want to see you on your knees like this, your lips around our cock, playing with our balls, desperate and begging to swallow our cum."
"I'd love to swallow your cum, Tom," he whispered, feeling himself blush again, "Can you... Can you cum on my face now?"
"I'd love to. Want me to take over?"
Nodding eagerly, he sat back on his knees as Tom stood up, stroking his thick cock. It was thick, veiny, the sort he'd seen in plenty of gay porn films. The head seemed to be enormous when looking at it from underneath it. Tom was just an Adonis in many ways. He couldn't help gaze up at him, knowing he was smiling. He'd loved Suzy like a best friend. He'd never felt this surge of feelings before, though had to keep telling himself not to fall in love with anyone. He was in the house to do a job... Well, sort of...
"I'm so fucking close, cutie," Tom moaned.
Steven closed his eyes, hearing Tom jerk his cock until he groaned, unable to stop the almost girlish giggle that escaped him as he felt that first rope of cum land on his face. Two, three, four, five more landed on his face, probably coating him in thick, white cum. Tom groaned the entire time, before he felt the head of his cock at his lips. He opened his mouth and accepted the head, using his tongue to clean it.
"That's it, baby," Tom murmured, "Just clean the head. That's all. Fuck, you look so hot with my cum on your face. I need to take a photo, just for me. Is that okay?" Nodding eagerly, he waited until hearing the click, then used his finger to slowly clear his face. Sucking on his finger each time, Tom would then kiss him softly, until his face felt clear. Opening his eyes, Tom kissed him again before telling him to wait. He returned within a minute with a warm, wet cloth, closing his eyes again as Tom wiped down his face.
"Thank you," he said.
"Love a young man eager to take a load on his face. Might be something you'll have to get used to."
"Oh, I don't mind. As I said, there was a lot of things I wished I'd done with..." He trailed off and sighed. It was probably best he no longer thought about him. Sure, he remained a friend but he had a feeling the distance would slowly lead to the friendship fading. They were going to end up living in different circles, and adding the fact he was clearly uncomfortable...
"Want breakfast?" Tom asked.
"Yes please."
After dressing and finding footwear, Tom suggesting he always walk around with at least flip-flops, just to be sure, the pair wandered downstairs to find a couple of housemates already up and about. Though it was Sunday and the day before the semester starting, there would be last minute preparations. Steven had already received plenty of advice on what to expect, but the eight housemates had already agreed to take him to campus as it would be nice and quiet, so he could gain his bearings on where everything was.
He'd arrived with food though he knew that everyone would contribute to a shopping budget every week. He'd spent the last three years saving, finishing school while working part-time in a fast food restaurant, the agreement with his parents being for every five dollars he saved, they'd contribute ten dollars. He had a little nest egg that he hoped would survive his time at university.
Toast and a cup of tea was order of the day, the other housemates slowly joining them at the table. He wasn't surprised when questions started up. "Noticed your room was empty last night, Tom. Sleep somewhere else?" Mike asked, and Steven felt the eyes of everyone upon him.
"I slept with Stevie," Tom replied simply.
"That didn't take long!" Mike exclaimed.
"We only slept together, Mike. I didn't fuck him."
"I did give him a handjob last night and this morning," he whispered, feeling his cheeks heat up again. He figured he'd be blushing a lot to begin with.
"Really? Damn! Good job, Stevie," Mike stated.
"Thanks. It felt good to do. I loved making Tom cum." He finally lifted his eyes and looked around the table. "I guess you'd all like..."
He smiled as a few shook their heads. "Take your time, Stevie," Mark insisted, "Once you're bedded in, so to speak, you'll keep us satisfied. Every new house boy starts slowly. If we pressure you into doing too much, too soon, you'll crack and won't last."
"We learned that with the first one," Tom admitted, "Within a couple of months, he just couldn't handle it and left. Returned home and dropped out of university. We did finally convince him to talk to us a couple of months later and he explained why. We made sure we did things differently after that."
Finishing breakfast, they agreed to leave for campus in a couple of hours. Driving was quicker, but as it was a warm summer's day, not a cloud in the sky but thankfully not baking heat, they agreed to walk together, exploring the campus before stopping for lunch on the return journey. Steven waited until there was only Mike left in the kitchen.
"Would you like to come to my room, Mike?" he asked, sounding far more confident than he actually felt, standing up from his chair and approaching him by the counter.
"Oh, whatever for, Stevie?"
He met his brown eyes, taking in the square jaw and almost designer stubble on his face. Brown eyes appeared to be full of humour. "You've been really nice to me. Well, you all have, but I was wondering if you'd like a handjob too?"
"I'd love one, Stevie. Lead the way."
