Well, I've had a bit of a think. I have to confess, after the happenings you are about to read, that I definitely am gay. It came as a bit of a shock to me system to admit it to myself, but here's what happened...

It was the very next day, just before I was about to head out to work at dad's restaurant when the my cell-phone rang. I saw from the screen that it was Tom. I had added both his and Harry's names and numbers the day before.

"Hey, there," I greeted him. "I didn't expect to hear from you again so soon. What's up?" I thought maybe he wanted another bout of Frisbee.

"Yeah, I know," Tom replied, "but this is kinda urgent. It's about your spare room. You want to rent it to me? I got in a fight with another guy at the Y last night, and they're evicting me. They've given me 24 hours to find another place."

I was a little hesitant at first, because I really hardly knew this guy.

"I'll be happy to pay half the rent," he added. "I do have a steady job!" Half the rent was quite an incentive, because although my apartment was one of the cheaper ones in the high-rise, it was still pretty costly. But I had been smart enough to insist on a clause in the rental agreement to allow me to sub-let. It was agreed by the management that I could have up to three persons in the apartment, but no pets or children.

"I'll even throw in regular blow-jobs!" Tom joked ... or was he really joking? I kind of hoped not, because I had really enjoyed being sucked off by Harry — and sucking on Tom's rod. I'd really like to try both again, I admitted to myself.

"OK, the blow-jobs sold me on the idea," I joked back. But I wasn't really joking. "However, I'm just on my way to work. "The restaurant doesn't close until nine, and I normally don't get home till around ten. Why don't you meet me at the restaurant around 8:30, and as soon as I'm off we can go to the Y and get your stuff." It was only about a kilometre between the restaurant and the YMCA and a kilometre and a half back to my place.

So I gave him the address of the restaurant and that's what we did. He was there before we closed, and I introduced him to Mom and Dad, and explained to them that Tom was going to share the apartment and the rent with me. Mom was particularly happy because she always worried about me living alone in the West End. She insisted we eat something before we left and fed us a heaped bowl of paella, the house specialty. As we were leaving, she drew me aside and whispered, "He seems like a very nice boy. I know you'll be happy." What was she hinting at?

Tom didn't have a lot of stuff, and although a little loaded down, we managed to lug it all back to the apartment in trip.

By the time we got to the apartment, Tom was in extreme need of the bathroom, and hurried in there to relieve himself.

I moved some of my junk out of the spare bedroom, and when he return from his toilet trip, I helped him unpack and stow his meagre belongings in the old chest of drawers and the stand-up closet.

I didn't have any extra sheets or blankets, and told Tom so.

"Not to worry," he assured me, "I can sleep on the mattress for now and pick up some bedding at a thrift store tomorrow."

"Nonsense!" I protested. "It may be early summer, but it still gets pretty cold at night. You can sleep with me for tonight!" Even as I said it, I wondered did I have an ulterior motive? I'm sure Tom probably wondered the same thing, but he accepted readily.

We soon moved into my bedroom and my queen-sized bed, and stripped down for bed, being very discreet, leaving our undies on. Tom was wearing a different pair os silk boxers today – red ones this time. When we were in bed and I had turned off the overhead lights, there was still quite a bit of right from neon signs on the nearby buildings. Tom looked at me and whispered,"I hope I didn't embarrass you too much yesterday."

"How do you mean," I whispered back.

"When I stuck my cock in your face," he said.

"Well, a little, at first," I admitted. "But after that, I enjoyed it," I confessed.

"Good," he whispered back, and his hand under the sheets brushed lightly over the front of my boxer briefs. I was instantly hard. He felt my cock harden and slipped his hand under the waistband of my undies. He wrapped his hand around my stiff cock. To my own amazement, I didn't object or recoil. It felt great to have another guy slowly masturbating me.

I reached for Tom's groin, and found his cock already hard and sticking straight up through the fly of his red undies. I began masturbating him in return. With his free hand he began to slip his undies down. I let go of his dick long enough to let them slid down. A little contorting, and he was naked. A few seconds later, so was I!

I grasped for his cock again, enjoying the feel of its heat and hardness in my hand, and at the same time aware of his hand clutching my own rock-hard rod!

In the bed we turned to face each other, and before I knew it his face was close into my, his lips searching for mine. I was not much practiced at kissing having had only a couple of teen girlfriends, but when he pressed his lips against mine I did not back off, and when his tongue sought to open my lips, I opened my mouth to his. We kissed, gently at first, then passionately, as we ground our lower bodies together, our cocks pushing hard against each other.

"Want to suck cocks?" Tom whispered.

"OK," I whispered back, breathlessly.

Tom wriggled round in the bed, until we were head to toe and his cock was winking its eye right in front of my face. Down below, I felt the warmth of his mouth as it closed over my prick, and opened my own mouth and bent my head forward to encase his swollen member. Again I encountered that delicious lightly salted taste of his precum, and sucked eagerly, at the same time trying not to explode from Tom's eager sucking on my own dick.

He clambered on top of me, so that his swollen balls hung over my face. I continued sucking and forcing his cock down my throat. At first I gagged a little, but soon his dick was travelling to the back of my throat and further.

"I'm gonna cum!" Tom cried, before he took my cock again.

"Me too!" I exclaimed. My cock began to throb and pulse and the cum welled up its length. At the same time, Tom's cock jerked and his cum began to squirt into my mouth at the back of my throat. I nearly choked, but I managed a quick swallow and the liquid flowed down my throat. I pulled back a little to catch his juice on my mouth. This time I savoured it more that I had the previous day.

I knew that my own dick had finished its pulsating and that Tom had a mouthful of my cum, too. I swallowed his cum as he sat up in the bed. I could see his cheeks a little puffed out by my juice behind his pursed lips. He made pointy motions at his mouth and bent his face to mine. I quickly grasped what he wanted to do. We put our mouth together, and I opened mine so he could squirt my own cum into my mouth. I felt my own warm juices flow into my mouth, a slightly different taste than Tom's cum, a little more bitter, spicy.

Having finished the transfer, his mouth still pressed to mine he sucked back a little, and we passed my cum back and forth between us! I was amazed at how readily I was becoming used to these new experiences. We both swallowed what was left of my cum, and curled up together, we slept, spent.

I got another new lesson in the art of man-on-man sex in the morning when I woke up laying on my side with the warmth of Tom's body against my back and his stiff dick pushing between my legs, rubbing against my nuts.

"Good morning," he said in my ear. "I'm fucking horny again. Can I fuck you?" His dick was now probing for my hole. At this point in my life, I had never even considered having anal sex with another guy, let alone having another guy stick his huge dick in my bumhole.

"No," I replied emphatically. "I've never been fucked. I don't think I ever want to be." He withdrew his dick from between my legs. "That's OK." he said. "I can just jerk off — or you can jerk me off! Or better still, you can fuck me if you want."

"I've newer fucked anyone, either, guy or girl," I admitted, embarrassed. I was still a virgin!

"You'll love it," Tom encouraged me. "You got any condoms?"

"No," I told him.

"That's OK. You go any lube of any sort? That's a pretty big dick you have there." My "pretty big dick" was getting bigger and harder as we spoke.

"Lube such as?" I asked. I was new to all this, remember.

"Anal lube, or if you haven't got that, hair cream, or hand cream, or even olive oil would do," he instructed me.

I've got some skin lotion," I said, and got out of bed to go to the bathroom to fetch it. While I was there I took a quick leak. It was hard to do with my raging stiffy, which I had to bend downward to hit the toilet bowl.

"What do I do with it?" I asked, when I returned with the skin lotion, rather stupidly, because it was rather obvious what it was needed for.

Tom was already face down on the bed, his legs spread, and his little rosebud of a bumhole exposed between his ass cheeks was winking at me.

"Spread some on your dick," he told me, "and a little more on my hole. Stick your finger inside me to grease me up a bit."

"But won't I get shit on my finger?" I asked. I was also worried for my dick. I really was a novice.

"No," he assured me. "I took a big dump before we unpacked last night, and washed my asshole then."

A bit relieved, I did as I was told. I slipped my greasy finger into him and felt his asshole muscles clench around my finger. As he had promised, my finger came out clean, and I hoped my cock would come out clean also.

By this time I was kneeling between his legs with a raging, greased-up woody. His hole beckoned me invitingly as Tom held his butt-cheeks apart.

"OK," he instructed me. "Put your cock against my hole and then push it in slowly." I did as I was told, and watched as my dickhead forced his hole to open, then popped inside. Tom let out a grunt of pain.

"Good," he assured me, "Now push it slowly in all the way!" I lowered myself down onto him and into him. Gradually nearly seven inches of me disappeared inside him.

The sensations were fantastic. His hot, pulsing hole grasped my cock tightly. He squeezed his sphincter muscles and I thought I would scream with pain and delight. I had never felt anything so good, so tight, so right!

"That feels great," he told me. "Now fuck me slowly."

I began a slow penetration and withdrawal routine, rubbing my cock up and down in his bowels. Tom would regularly clench his sphincters, adding to my pleasure. Soon he told me to pick up the pace. I did so. And the faster I went, the more Tom seemed to enjoy it. And the more I was nearing orgasm. He was pushing back against my thrusts, trying to get my pole even further inside him.

"Oh, oh, oh!" he gasped, and I knew what was happening. He was shooting his load onto the sheets, and his arse was clenching spasmodically around my mast, causing me to also blow my load deep into his hot hole. Finished, I collapsed on top of him and then we hugged together kissing and get his cum from the soaked sheet all over us both!

"Wow!" I breathed.

"Yeah, wow!" he agreed.

And so started a new life and a new way of life for me. That morning, after we had had a light breakfast and showered together, I gat Tom my spare key before I left for work. It happened to be his day off from the bakery store where he worked, so he intended to do a little shopping both for items for his room and for my rather bare food cupboard and fridge.

I ate most of my meals at the restaurant, so there wasn't much to eat in the apartment.

When I got home at 9:30, Tom was sprawled on my old, battered leather chesterfield, watching TV, waiting for me. He had some news for me which was about to herald another big change in my life.

"Hey, guess who phoned me?" he said.

We only knew one person in common, so it was pretty easy to guess. "Harry?" I suggested.

I did pretty well on my salary from the restaurant, plus my cut of the tips, which all the staff shared in, but this place had been eating up most of my spare cash. The idea of a three-way share appealed to me … and so did the idea of three-way sex.

"Well, It's OK with me, but it's probably going to be you who shares a bed with him. I suppose he could sleep on the chesterfield, but that wouldn't be a good solution for any of us."

"I don't mind sharing," Tom grinned. "It might have some great benefits," he winked. "Anyway, he said he'd call back around ten, so we'll probably hear from him pretty soon."

Practically before Tom had finished talking, his cellphone rang. He answered. "Hey! Yes, he's home. He he is." Tom handed his phone to me.

"Hi," I said. "Tom told me what you want, and the answer's yes, as long as you don't mind sharing a bed," I told him.

"Great," he replied. "Can I come up? I'm right downstairs. I have the company car and I'm parked in the building parking area. I got a parking slip from the machine." Although I didn't have a car myself, I knew that the basement area was underground parking for both tenants with a pass and the public who could get a temporary pass for up to 12 hours from a dispenser in the parking area.

"You know the number? 708. To the left when you get out of the elevator." I gave the phone back to Tom. "He's on his way up."

While we waited for Harry, Tom showed me his purchases for the day. He had bought three sets of fitted queen bed sheets, two for his bed and a spare for mine. He had remembered that I told him I didn't have any spare sheets. Just as well. My current ones had a huge watermark where Tom had blown his load earlier that morning. He had also bought a cheap coffee maker, because he didn't appreciate the instant coffee we had had for breakfast, and the coffee to go with it was among the big bag of groceries he had bought for the fridge and cupboard. He had also bought a comforter or duvet or whatever you call them for his bed.

There was a knock on the door, and I opened it to let Harry in. He was lugging two suitcases and wearing a backpack. He grinned sheepishly, "I was hoping you'd say yes, he said, so I packed just in case. That's how come I have a company car. I borrowed it for the night."

"Fair enough," I assured him. "Just dump it in your new room for now, and join us in the living room." Harry did as instructed and the two boys settled themselves on the chesterfield. "Anyone want a beer?" I asked. I knew I had a dozen cans in the fridge.

"Sure," the echoed each other. When I opened the fridge to get the beers, I saw right away that there were only 10. Tom looked guilty. "I hope you don't mind, but I helped myself to a couple when I got back from shopping. I had worked up a thirst."

I smiled. "That's OK this time I told him. We're going to have to share everything — unless it's marked. If you don't want others to use something of yours, write your name on it with the black marker by the sink." They nodded agreement.

"And I suppose we bet to talk about money right now. This is an older building, and there is no view, so it's relatively cheap for this neighbourhood. I'm paying $1800 a month, but that includes heat and hydro, and hot water. It doesn't include TV and internet which is another $200 for the plan I have, so how about I charge you $700 for rent and we each chip in another $200 for food each month.

Both of them agreed that $900 a month was a pretty good price for accommodation and food in this city. Harry had been paying $600 for his crappy one room with bathroom down the hall.

It turned out that Harry worked for Ace-Of-Hearts Pizza, a very popular chain. He had been with them for ages, and was on salary plus tips, so he was also fairly secure financially. He also worked mostly in the afternoons and evenings, like me, generally finishing around ten, like me.

One of the first things we did as a group was to move my punching bag right into the corner. With three of us moving round in the apartment there wasn't going to be room for it taking up about a quarter of the living-room space.

"I'll have to find some other spot for it," I said. "I box occasionally at the gym, but I've been thinking about joining the gym's boxing club."

"Good idea," Harry exclaimed. If you do, I'll join, too."

"Maybe we should all join," suggested Tom. It'd give us an interest in common — other than sex, of course," he laughed.

We finished our beers, then went into what had been my spare room, but which was now Tom and Harry's room, to help Harry stow his belongings. There was some room in the cupboard for his shirts and pants and plenty of hangers for them. Tom had only used two drawers of the chest of drawers, which left two for Harry. In the bathroom, there was plenty of room in the large cabinet over the washbasin for the toiletries of all three of us.

"Looks real home-y," Tom commented. "like a family cabinet!"

"Families don't suck each other's dicks," Harry laughed.

As we put the new sheets on their bed, Tom pointed out "You know we're probably going to mess this up again before the night's over, don't you?" We all looked at each other and grinned.

Having finished with that bed, we moved into my room to help me put the new sheets on. Tom pointed out to Harry the large cum mark. "That was out of me this morning while Dick fucked me!" he said proudly. My cock twitched as I remembered it.

"Lucky you," Harry exclaimed. "I haven't been fucked in ages! I think my hole's growing over!"

I was about to remove the stained bottom sheet when Tom exclaimed, "No! Wait! Why mess up two sets of sheets? If we're going to play around tonight, let's do it now, on these sheets!"

We were all in agreement with that idea, and I guess we were all horny, because in seconds all our clothes were in crumpled heaps on my bedroom floor, and we were naked on my cum-stained bed, groping for each other's stiffened cocks, sucking and licking and kissing and writhing together.

Tom, always the leader, asked,"So who fucks who tonight? It was my turn this morning. My hole is still warm from it."

"Hey, fuck me," Harry begged. "I told you my hole's so out of use it's growing over! Both of you fuck me! Shoot both your loads in me! I'm so fucking horny for it!" The thought of sharing another's asshole really turned me on! And I was grateful that Harry wanted it. I was still a bit scared of what it would be liked to be fucked. If it was going to happen eventually, I wanted it to be with just one guy, not with an audience.

Harry was so eager to be fucked that he quickly kneeled across the end of my cum-stained bed and proffered his hole for the first taker. Tom was the closest, so he grabbed up the skin lotion we had used that morning from the nightstand where I had left it, and oiled up his dick and Harry's welcoming hole. Watching Tom loosen up Harry's hole with a greasy finger made me hornier than ever. My hard almost hurt. Harry saw that, and lifted one hand off the bed to beckon me closed. He opened his mouth to welcome me as I moved in and shoved my cock into his open mouth. It closed around my throbbing dick, wet and warm and wonderful. I could really get used to having my dick sucked!

Tom smiled knowingly as he moved in closer to Harry, holding his own dick and aiming it for Harry's lubricated flower bud. Harry gave a jerk as Tom's thick cock head penetrated him. He bit my dick, but that, too, was a thrill. It didn't really hurt, just another pleasurable sensation!

Tom quickly drove right into Harry, his cock buried up to the hilt in our friend's warm asshole. He began pumping vigorously, in and out of Harry's asshole.

"I'll put my load in him so he'll be nice and juicy for you," he told me, with a big grin. Harry continued to suck and lick and bounce his face up and down on my cock. I just hoped I would cum before I got a chance to stick my cock in his asshole. He must has sensed my concern, because he slowed his efforts a little.

Tom, on the other hand, increased his efforts. He was now rapidly pounding at Harry's hole. I could tell that he was going to cum soon, because where a moment ago his low-hanging balls had been swinging to and fro, now they were drawn up close to his body, a sure sign that his testes were getting ready to eject their load. Sure enough, in moments his began to groan and quiver spasmodically as spurt after spurt of cum forced its way up his rod and into Harry's bowels.

Finished, he pulled back and out, and one last small spurt landed on Harry's back. "You can use that for a little lube," he told me, with a huge grin. "Let's get on the bed. My feet are killing me. I walked all the way to the Army and Navy Store and back, loaded down with stuff and went out again to Safeway for food!"

With a little bit of manoeuvring, we realigned on my bed. Harry lay on his side on my bed, and exposed his ass to me as I lay beside him. I wriggled round until my cockhead was close his little tight back doorway. I took Tom's suggestion and scooped up his little dollop of cum from Harry's back and applied it to my cock, already damp from Harry's mouth. I put my knob to his hole and pushed gently. It popped inside of him easily, and he let out a groan of pleasure as I pushed forward and my hard member surged up into his depths."That feels so fucking good!" he cried.

"It sure does," I agreed.

Sitting on the pillows, watching this, Tom must have started to get a second wind, because his limp cock began to swell again. It was still shiny wet from being inside Harry, but he waved it in Harry's face, and he in turn opened his mouth to wrap it around a new dick!

So Harry was getting it from both ends twice! And obviously enjoying it! Even as I fucked him, I was wondering about myself. If both these guys enjoyed getting fucked, there must be something in it. Would I enjoy it, too? I had to admit that I had poked my finger in there a few times when I was showering, and soaped up like that it didn't hurt, and it did fell kinda good! Maybe I'd find out soon enough

In the meantime, I was busy enjoying fucking someone else's ass. Harry's hole was really juicy. A little liquid escaped his hole and dribbled along my pumping cock and down my balls and onto the sheet below. Oh, well, it needed washing anyway. It really excited me to know that my dick was swimming in Tom's cum inside of Harry. Not that I needed much more excitement. Just watching Tom getting his cock gobbled by Harry was almost enough to make me blow my load then and there.

As Harry pushed back to get as much of my pole into him as he could, and I pushed forward to bury myself in him, I felt the juices begin to rise. I couldn't hold back any longer. Waves of pain and pleasure spread through me as I orgasmed, squirting out my seed to mingle with Tom's deep inside Harry.

I flopped back on the bed, exhausted, my cock pulling out of Harry's ass with a little pop, and a little gush of foamy cum ran out of his ass and onto the sheets. At the same time, Harry withdrew from Tom's rigid tool, and he told us, "That was fantastic, but I'd better go get rid of some of this cum!" He clambered over Tom's legs and headed for the bathroom. Tom lay beside me, and we both ended up smeared with cum. "It's only cum," Tom said. "It washes off. How many times have we both jacked up in bed all over ourselves and then slept in it?"

He was right. I'd done that many times, especially since I had left home and washed my own sheet.

When Harry was about to re-enter the room, I told him, "Turn off all the lights while you're up. Let's all sleep together for this first night."

And so, there I was, a virgin just two days before, and now cuddling up with two naked cum-covered roomies. What would the future bring? I would find out soon enough!

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